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New Eden 23

Guns and Roses (Stalzyn x Moonflower3)

“God-DAMMIT!” Amoretta flinched as a handful of papers hit the wall next to her ear, her boss, huffing and puffing after just finishing screaming an earful at her. She’d messed up big time. Well she hadn’t really, but her boss was firmly putting all the blame on her anyway. She was simply a scapegoat for his anger and anxiety, because she was the one who had made the order which had gone wrong on her watch. She’d ordered 600 extra lots of jeans and dresses for restock in their store, except after the order had gone through, about 48 hours later she got the invoice stating they had apparently ordered 60000. Furthermore, she thought she was seeing things, or that it was some kind of joke, but after asking some colleagues who had been around when she’d made the order and confirmed she had in fact ordered 600, not to mention calling the Snow Consolidated where she had re-ordered the stock from who also confirmed she'd ordered 600, didn't make any sense as to how to come up 60000. After hours of calls, being put on hold, and talking to different people of different levels she'd finally managed to confirm that there had been some kind of technical mishap their end. Once she'd found that out she tried resolving it, having to jump through more channels but in the end, it appeared as though it was too late. They were getting shipped and charged for 60000 items worth of stock and the Snow Co. didn't seem willing to take responsibility. So now she was firmly buried in the dog house." I-I'm sorry, I have try-!" starting when he swore enough to make a sailor blush." I don't give a flying fuck what you have tried. You either resolve this now or you are fired, not to mention I will have you pay back every cent over the 600 stock order you royally screwed up!" He snapped." Yes Mr. Baker," she murmured, quick to race out of his office, to which she firmly collided with a colleague who was making the coffee run. Old partly filled, and cold coffee mugs toppled on the tray and spilled all over her nice white blouse before toppling to the floor. Which just added the cherry on the cake of the day didn't it." I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I didn't see you coming-""It's fine! It's fine...." She sighed heavily, flicking coffee droplets off her. With that she went to clean herself up and attempted to hide the coffee stain by covering it with a business jacket before racing off to the nearest Snow Consolidated office branch to talk to a human being face to face.--------Except even then she couldn't talk to someone competent. Arriving at one of their many offices, she was stopped by reception, saying that because she didn't have an appointment she couldn't talk to anyone right then. "Well I don't care I want to speak to management, I demand to speak to the person in charge her because I am not leaving until someone comes down here and takes responsibility for this issue. And you can tell whoever is in charge that if they don't, they will be losing business, and they will not be getting paid for the order they messed up." The receptionist looked exasperated but finally got on the phone and got hold of someone up in the offices. "Yes, yes sir... she demands to speak with you and I don't-.... yes sir." After she hung up she informed her that someone would be down in a few moments. "Good thank you," Loretta replied with a hefty sigh. With that she decided to take a seat whilst she waited, finally seeing the small droplets off coffee that had gotten onto her glasses. Taking them off she took out a cloth from her pocket and began cleaning the lenses, when she heard the automatic doors open. Looking up she spotted a guy in a suit come through the doors, realizing he must be the one come to talk to her." Finally!" She huffed, standing up as she walked towards his blurry form. "I've had it up to here with your poor management and customer services," she started, putting her glasses back on. "I have had a nasty, neck aching few hours over the phone with you people, and I am fed up being put on hold, shoved over to someone else, of hearing nothing but excuses from everyone." The receptionist was horrified just as security came closer to intercept. "Not only that but you are offering no compensation for your fuck-up, not to mention no one has offered any solutions on how to resolve this problem. So I am here now demanding that you fix this very serious error, or you will be losing some serious business!" She snapped, adjusting her glasses on her nose to look up at the gentlemen whom she assumed was the manager of the office branch, just as security took her by each arm. "So sorry sir, we will escort her out right away."" Excuse me, get off me!" Yanking herself out of their grips. "I am not leaving until you incompetent idiots correct your technical fuck up!" The fear and anger of the entire day fuelling her boldness. "No Ago, that won't be necessary. I have a flight in 40 minutes." His eyes remained fixed to the window, blankly watching the world sweep by. Hands tugged in his pocket, dressed in white and red suit. His thoughts were on Big B's betrayal. After all he did for the man, he still went behind and snitched to the government...now all hell is about to let loose unless they could figure out a way to clean their tracks." Any news from the pier?" He asks, voice calm betraying no emotions. If he's ever threatened by anything it'd be hard to spot." None yet but I have sent the twins to snoop...do you still we shouldn't go downtown?" Agor had been with him since the early years of the cartel and trusted more than anyone else. The black Colombian has proved himself loyal more times than remembered. Ago has taken a bullet for him, twice the man had been caught by rival gangs and despite the torture refused to spill, It's hard to find good hands these days and if there's anything Laden hated more than a dirty cop was a snitch, and Big B just topped the list. Still he won't soil his hand by going downtown... every man should carry his cross, he is not one to bring in families into the game." If you were Big B, would you go back home knowing I am after you?" Laden ask still facing him. Agor leans on the long cherry wood table, he sighs and respond "I guess no""Going downtown is unnecessary, there's someone else he'll turn to though, send some hands to Cherry,""His mistress?"" Hm, keep it low. Take the light-foots with ya, she shouldn't smell your presence." Laden instructed,"I understand." Ago nods and heads for the door, stopping briefly as Laden added. "Ago, she's not to be harmed.""of course." Dressing {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Laden sighs and turn to the door as it closes behind the man. He brought his phone and fixed a meeting with his lawyer then replied some mails. A glance at his wristwatch shows he had barely 20 minutes more to catch his flight to Dallas. He grabbed his phone, buttoned his suit and head out the office................................................................................ He was still figuring how to get his wares from the feds without releasing the wolves, wracking his mind to a peaceful alternative. Furthermore, he hated to take life but when it really comes down to it, hard to make him stop. Hence, the dress code... Peaceful and calm as white, dangerous and vile as red. The door opens and Laden step out, he nods back to the receptionist greeting. He hadn't seen her coming till she appeared before him, raining down complains. Feisty and stubborn, the fire in her eyes as she struggled with the guards. Despite the sour wine of the day and the absurdity of the scenario, he found her intriguing, smiling even as he waved off the guards." Let her be," he ordered softly. The branch manager comes in, fear glittering in his eyes as he tried to intervene." I told you I'd be with you in a moment, why go attacking the CEO?" The man said trying to shift any blames that might come for him"It's okay Harold." Laden said hushing the manager." Ma'am, my name is Laden Snow, and I am the owner of this company. I can see you're clearly pissed, but I want you to take a breath and tell me Howie fucked up." He motions for the receptionist to bring a bottle of water." Please," motioning to his office, "Miss..." he asks her name noticing her fingers bare. Loretta huffed as the guards finally let go of her arms on who she thought was the managers command, brushing herself off and straightening any wrinkles in her jacket as she didn't want the stain to show. That is until the actual manager showed up looking all flustered. C-CEO? Lyndon Snow? Owner? As in the very man she'd seen just the other day in some business magazine the other employees at the office were gushing over? The man who created and owned Snow Consolidated? The very company she was completely and utterly throwing insults at right now?! Fuuuuuuck! How could she be so stupid. Now that she got a little bit better of a look it was obvious it was him. All her the fight and huff and puff went right out of her in one shaky exhale out, ending on a nervous smile."...tell me how we fucked up." She was completely mortified by her own words, wanting the floor to swallow her up. If the CEO of Snow company wasn't going to kill her, her boss certainly was if he heard what she'd done. Pulled from the world crashing down around her chaos worth of thoughts, she looked up at Lyndon and blinked as it took her a moment for her brain to engage. "... Am-Loretta Sinclair," she murmured, trying to remain calm. It would be fine, she would be fine. "Th-Thank you Mr. Snow," following him into his office, which was rather large, simple decor, but stylish. Taking another deep breath she figured it couldn't get any worse. "Look..." she began, pushing her glasses up her nose before clasping her hands in front of her as she stood before him. "I apologize for my...foul language and rude behavior just now, but I've had a rather horrible day dealing with an order I placed to the company. N-Not that it is anyone's fault per se," she put her hands up in an attempt to back track and placate. She hated this." I placed an order three days ago, and after hours of calling back and forth, being put on hold and talking to what felt like the whole company by that point, it turns out there was some kind of technical glitch on your end. Now despite finding and figuring out the problem, I have been told that the order of 60,000 stock will be shipped and charged to us and there is nothing you can do. Now what I originally placed an order for was 600 items of stock. I can understand human error and technical glitches, I am fine with mistakes as long as it can all be sorted out and rectified. However, even though this failure was found, no attempts at rectification were made, nor was there any offers of compensation or any solutions for after the process was finished was made, so I have been forced to come in person and see if something can be done. Because we simply cannot take in or pay for that amount of stock and expecting your customer to simply take it and pay up, is unfair. Customer satisfaction is key and as said customer, you are about to lose one if nothing is done. So tell me, how would you fix this problem that your computer systems made, and your employees failed provide support for?" Leading her into his office, Laden offered her a seat on the couch, he took a seat opposite her and threw a leg upon the other, listening to her explain." Miss Sinclair, I am very sorry for the troubles you've been through these past days. Just like you've said this is no one's fault but the computers... I personally don't trust the machines to do all the job cos something's has to be done by somebody, when things like this happen, there has to be a fall guy, and you are just too beautiful to be the one." He didn't mean to flatter, but he couldn't just help it. There was something about her, her mannerism and that fire he witnessed in the lobby that excited him. A gentle knock on the door, then it opens as the receptionist brings in a bottle of water. Laden motion she drops it on the table, she does and leave." I will put up a call and find out if really such a transaction was made, if the fault is from our end like you're saying, Snow Consolidated will take full responsibility for it, either in compensating your company if the goods have been sent or paying for its transportation back to the warehouse if your organization can't house it...but you will have to do me a favor." He let that hang in the air, let the word favor sink in.... He made for the coffee table, took up the bottle of water and poured it into a glass cup..." You really don't have to be so tensed, if I was going to chew I would by now." He joked casually hoping to lighten her mood. Handing her the cup of water he asked. "So what is the name of your company?" He asked knowing she'll eventually come back to the "favor" Loretta politely took the offer of a seat, her legs feeling all jelly-like after realizing she had been practically insulting the damn owner of the company. "Th-Thank you..." she cleared her throat, resisting the urge to fidget in her seat as she sat across from him "Of course, as I said I don't think it is anyone person's fault per s-" taken aback by such a casual compliment aimed at her, that made her blush, throwing her off even more. How was he not more pissed off with her right now? The receptionist was a saving grace at that moment as she took a moment to look away and try and compose herself once more. Clearing her throat, she's offering a polite smile as she replied, "thank you, that is kind of you, that is all I was looking for when discussing this matter over the phone earlier..." watching him suddenly get up and pour her some water, giving a nervous little laugh. "Uh well... thank you... and again I do apologize for earlier..." taking the glass of water and taking a dainty few sips to wet her now very dry throat."Oh, um the company I work for is Black Castle, I'm one of the assistant managers there," a small frown creasing her brow when she suddenly remembers him talking about ding him a favor. Her imagination began running away with her, wondering if he was going back track on his promise and not to rectify the problem at hand in exchange for some work, or maybe threaten to tell her boss if she didn't give him information on the company. "W-What was this favor you were talking about? As long as it is something I can feasibly do I don't mind..." Maybe he was going to say he got one shot to insult her back. Though he didn't seem that mean as to withhold promises or threaten to get her fired. So far he'd been a rather pleasant man to talk to. But she couldn't help the worry she felt. "Yes, Black Castle...ah you're Baker's staff, I think I understand now why you were so worried." He laughed softly visualizing the short fat man cursing Loretta for all she's worth. When she mentioned the favor he sighed and sat up." Oh the favor," clears his throat... "don't worry It's anything that has to do with your work or mine, It's something more personal." he is silent again, playing with time like he's got all of it." Dinner, would you like dinner with me?" he asked finally breaking the silence. Loretta laughed nervously in response, wondering why he was laughing himself as she took another sip of water to hide behind her cup as if it was the most delicious most interesting cup of water ever. How did he know Mr. Baker? Oh, god, they weren’t long time friends or frat college buddies or something else equally annoying or likely to get her into trouble were they? She really wanted to disappear through the floor. She was tying herself up in knots with worry. Furthermore, she hated her job but she certainly didn‘t want to get fired, well more like she couldn’t afford to. Her gaze snapped up in utter surprise, blinking at him and wondering if his question was some sort of test or something. But nothing came to mind. “D-Dinner?” She cleared her throat, sitting a little straighter as confusion set in. ”With me?” If it wasn’t a business dinner, then what would he want to have dinner with her for? “I-I…” it wasn‘t like she could say no after everything. “I mean, sure, we can go for dinner if that is what you would like…” still wondering what the catch was. “What restaurant would you like to go to? I can meet you there, just let me know what kind of dress code they have.” Offering a smile that spoke of business. Because that is what she was assuming it was, because what else was there. She just hoped he wasn’t thinking of anywhere too expensive, she only had a small budget. He listened to her flutter nervously, his warm smile meant to assure how that he had no ill-intent towards. He shook his head softly to dismiss her line of thought...he was about voicing it wasn't a business dinner, and he desired something more intimate but paused, this lady has somehow captivated his attention and for reasons he couldn't yet fathom but certain it wasn't lust-generated, he wanted to be around her more. Perhaps going too straightforward might scare her away now, despite that being his nature with things he stilled himself and appeared to be in thought of a suitable. An idea come up in his head, and he smiled rising to his feet, eyes casually glancing at his wristwatch. He was far late for the meeting in Dallas now, better spend the day in the city then." I will leave that you to think of, I cannot think of a place at the moment." He replied sincerely, "Pick a place of your choosing and send me the name and address. I shall join you by 8pm." He replied with formality, declaring the meeting over. Lyden buttoned his suit and grabbed his case again, he nudges her towards the door and as she made for it, he followed behind, humbled by her form. Be it his wishes or not, she has captured his fancy and none had captivated him in five years as she had in those few minutes. "Oh and Loretta, don't dress formal. Something blue or gray to compliment your blonde." He suggests...opening the door for her. Loretta realised then as he glanced at his watch that when she’d gone up to him at reception he must have been in the midst of leaving for something important, and here she was holding him up because of some order like an idiot. How could she not remember that he was still the CEO and was no doubt a very busy man. It just felt like one mistake after another all day today. Everything seemed to be going wrong, and it felt like there wasn’t a way to stop it. At least she had avoided one disaster for now. Quick to get to her feet she nodded, putting her cup of water down. “O-Of course, I apologize for keeping you for so long, But thank you for listening to this rude customers concerns and requests,” she said with a polite smile, turning to leave, looking over her shoulder at him when he said her name she was surprised by his comment. She unconsciously touched her light brown hair, realizing she must have some lingering faded highlights of blonde left over from a curiosity. “Right… I will see you this evening then...” she murmured, curious as to his request. Turning she left his office and went back out, stopping at reception to collect Snow’s contact details so that she could message him the restaurant and location. Returning to work she was kind of dazed after the brief meeting, going about informing her boss of the order situation. He was still fuming but at least she’d dodged a bullet thanks to Laden. With the stress of the day finally simmering down she got to work looking up good restaurants that offered delicious food but was casual enough to be relaxing. Except she didn’t go out much other than a local bar with her best friend or even a local restaurant that sold cheap food that you usually ate with your hands, so anything fancier, and she wasn’t really sure what was good. After about an hour trying to find a descent balance of stuff she thought Laden Snow would be ok with, but be at least within her price range she could afford, she finally found something that had loads of good reviews, was smart-casual and had a nice view. Taking the contact details given to her, she sent him the name and location of the restaurant. The Sapphire Bar and Grill 4 Lake Street, 90210It was a nice looking restaurant that had tables on the rooftop that overlooked a lake surrounded by different colored maple and blossom trees. It catered mainly to a steak or beef based menu, but had vegetarian and vegan options as well, and didn't seem too stuffy either. Plus if you didn't feel up to eating and just wanted a quiet drink they had an in house bar that also had cozy tables with leather seating. She figured it was a nice all-rounder. Spoiler Come 7:50pm she got out of a taxi wearing a light mid-length gray skirt and form fitting white sleeveless top. She figured she'd go with a smart casual look just in case. Pushing her glasses up her nose, she reached into her small black shoulder bag and handed over the cash needed, closing the car door and watching as it took off. Taking a deep breath she walked into the restaurant, knowing she was somewhat early. "Hi, I'm a little early, but I made a reservation for two for 8pm. It should be under the name Sinclair..."" Of course, and your-""Oh he will be arriving shortly, last name is Snow once he arrives."" Ok well we can have you wait at the bar until he arrives, and then we can immediately show you both to your table upstairs." Thank you," she murmured, following the front of house staff member through the warmly lit restaurant, the smell of freshly cooking steaks, spices and alcohol filling the air. Taking a seat at the bar she ordered a non-alcoholic cocktail, figuring it best to keep her head even though she was itching for a hard drink after a long day to wash the stress away. Making sure her up-do didn't have any flyaways and that she still looked respectable, she took the cocktail and just people watched as she waited, still curious as to why he wanted to have dinner with her. Throughout the ride to his villa "Roca del Arguello", Laden couldn't get his mind off Baker's girl." Amoretta" he found himself whispering again, loving the way her name curled on his lips. The flame of defiance in her gray eyes as she barked complains at him made him chuckle, the way same gray eyes sparkled with innocence in his office pricked his interest more than any deal." Amoretta, light brown hair that glows like sun, gray eyes and the sweet voice of a siren.what else Loretta, what else do you have in that sexy body of yours?" he asked his eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement. As his driver pulled into the garage, his phone beeped, a notification to a message. He smiled upon seeing the text. The Sapphire Bar and Grill 4 Lake Street, 90210 .................... Opting for something darker to the light colors he wore during the day, Laden entered his car dressed in what he regarded as simple casual wears. Spoiler For this particular night the young Mafia Lord chose to drive alone, refusing the company of his two most trusted suicides and brushing off the council of Ago his second-in-command as the worries of a caring child, Laden pulled out of the compound alone in a white ford. Halfway to the venue, he checked his car for his pistol...insurance in case something went wrong. In a sense, Ago was right, it was really a bloody wrong time to be going out alone. Her choice restaurant told much about her than she might know. Simple yet exotic, quiet yet explosive, if for one thing, many won't think to look for him here. Upon entering, he noticed a member of his family, one of the new initiates. Tom, was it? Young chap wanted to prove himself like all the young bloods. Tom upon sighting him enthusiastically hurried towards him. Laden shook his head, indicating he shouldn't." Young bloods" he muttered as he approached the attendant. "Hi, my name is Laden Snow, and I am supposed to meet someone here, Loretta Sinclair I believe" he said the name just because he liked the sound of it"Oh Mr Snow, she's been waiting for you. In the bar, just straight ahead then a left turn."" Thank you." He appreciated following her direction. Nodding to the soft music of the dimly lit bar, his keen eyes darting around upon entering, searching for her. He didn't have to search long, his heart told him where to look for they sought her more than his blue eyes. Even with her back to him, she was breathtaking. What was it about her really?" I'll have whatever the lady is having," he told the bartender as he took a sit beside her, "Oh my!!" He exclaimed softly when she turned to him. If he found her attractive in the office when her hair was disheveled, shirt stained with coffee and shaken with worry, oh how appealing she was now. He couldn't help stare,"Forgive me for being straight AMO, but you're ... gorgeous." He honestly complimented, his eyes drinking in her beauty, storing it forever in his memory...a precious gem in contrast to the many evils his dark eyes have seen. Not the stare of a predator or a perverted psychopath, but that of genuine attraction. Loretta leaned against the bar, trying not to fidget and calm her nerves as she waited for her drink. She couldn’t help but wonder what he possibly wanted to have dinner with her for. They’d barely met, yet he’d been so kind, helpful and god help her even charming after the way she’d bitten his head off. Hell of an introduction on her part. She was still mortified just thinking about it. So why go to dinner with such an idiot as herself? He’d clearly said it wasn’t business but personal, so…. What did he want from her? “Your non-alcoholic cocktail madam…. And a glass of cider-“” Oh I didn’t order the cider-““-from the gentleman in the corner,” the bartender said, motioning with his eyes as he gave her a knowing smile.“From….” She looked around and spied a curly haired guy with a business suit on, giving her a flirtatious smile and a little nod with his own glass. “Uh…” then it hit her work stressed mind. Dinner. He’d asked to go for dinner with her, alone, no business. Just personal. Had he asked her out on a dinner date? As in a date, date. “Do you accept the drink madam?” Looking up at the bartender a little surprised, she gave a little nervous laugh, apologizing. “No, no sorry I can’t…” The bartender politely nodded, giving a little bow as he took the drink away. Taking her drink by both hands she took a sip of her non-alcoholic cocktail. There was no way she was out on a dinner date with Laden Snow. No way. She was being stupid. Taking a larger sip of her cocktail she was really beginning to wish it was alcoholic. Then she heard that charming voice of his come up beside her, startling her a little as she turned to face him. “M-Mr. Snow…” Feeling like she should get up and bow or something just as ridiculous, but thankfully restrained herself. “What…? Is there something on my face?” Brushing her hand over her cheek to check when he came out with such a straightforward compliment. A blush bloomed across her cheeks, feeling her ears burning, leaving her a little stunned. ”Thank you… you look-“ she was glad she had gone for smart casual, because as she got a better look at him, even his casual looked like he meant business. Her normal casual consisted of jeans and t-shirt. “…h-handsome yourself,” offering a bashful smile as she turned her face away to sip her drink and clear her head. Now she was regretting not getting a stiffer drink. She was beginning to think she was going to need it with him around. Especially when he called her AMO with almost a purr behind it. Not a moment too soon one of the staff members came over. “Would you like to follow me to your table… we will bring over your drink shortly, sir,” the waitress said with a polite smile as she motioned for them to follow her. “Of course.” Loretta was quick to get up and follow the girl up the stairs and to their table, getting the offer of inside or outside and figured inside would be best given the warmth of the day was dying down with the growing evening and didn’t want their food to get cold. They got a nice round table in the corner by the windows that overlooked the lake and the flourishing blossom and maple trees decorating its edges with vibrant colors. “Thanks,” she said as she slipped in and took a seat along the long booth that was on the back wall, whilst the waitress held the chair across from her open for Laden. With that they were handed the menus and the drinks list before being left alone. “Apologies, you must eat at far fancier places than this, but it was the closest place that had a good rating with your desires of casual in mind that would allow for such short notice bookings. They do have vegetarian options here even though it mainly caters to steak lovers… in-in case meat isn’t your thing…“ clearing her throat as she realised she was babbling, opening up her menu to hide her embarrassment. But the question on her mind was killing her, figuring she’d outright ask instead of jumping to stupid conclusions ”So Mr. Snow… given your invite for dinner, I was wondering what it was you wanted to talk to me about now that we are here?” Despite his age, Laden held a position that demanded the greatest of minds and...wit. He had long learned to dress the part, his wardrobe was a collection of suits and ties. And even when he wanted to look casual he still came out all business. Following behind her and the girl upstairs, he passed by a glass door and arched a brow at his own reflection. He might have gone overboard again with the casual...he still looked all business. Taking his seat, he nods approvingly to the girl as she handed him the menu. He wasn't starving so he just browsed through the list, seeking something simple, perhaps a drink will do. Alcoholic this time." Please there's no need to apologise...this is an eye-opener Loretta, I should frequent these kinds of restaurants more." he said ignoring her question. "Have you found something you like, I think I'll go for a bottle of Martini and this garlic butter grilled steak and shrimp," points to the menu. "I had something after the incident at the office and I don't think I can take in much more." He explained. He knew not answering her question will keep her curious and uncertain of how the night might go. Curiosity and uncertainty is good for adventure, and this was an adventure to Laden. She will have to wait, the night is young, no need to rush. While he allowed her to order whatever she please and that is if she chose to do so, he added a question of his..." Have you always been that...fierce?" he asked referring to the scene in his office. "Most ladies lose courage at the sight of the guards, some are too busy being civilized they hold back themselves.but not you." He saw something in her eyes and though they are worlds apart, perhaps she might be the queen his empire needed, that HE needed Loretta was curious to what he needed his eyes opening to, but didn't think it was a good idea to question him on it. He made it sound like either he didn't get out much or he went to so many fancy restaurants that this was some sort of insight into more... humble food services so to speak. Looking down at her menu she scoured what they had, when he pointed out he'd already eaten earlier, wondering why he was bothering to have dinner with her if he'd already had something. "Oh uh... well I will probably have the sirloin with green beans, tomatoes, pepper corn sauce and fries, with a glass of wine... Although I don't want you to force yourself. If you've already eaten we can always go somewhere else with perhaps a lighter array of choices or perhaps just settle for drinks instead?" She offered, feeling bad. Although he'd been the one to suggest the dinner in the first place. Taking a sip of her cocktail she nearly choked on it when he questioned her about the incident at the office. Hoping he wouldn't bring it up she found herself staring into her drink, trying to avoid the embarrassment. Clearing her throat she swirled her straw around in her glass, pushing the ice around as she tried to come up with a descent response and found none. With a heavy sigh she looked him in the eyes. "The short answer is no. I certainly do not go around walking up to people and accosting them with swear words and negative comments. I am not that type of person," she huffed, stabbing at come ice chunks. "It's...it's just nothing had gone right, and the day just kept getting worse and everything had just built up and... and when I saw you today, I mistook you for the manager and kind of let my frustrations through without thinking. Not to mention I had had enough of being pushed from pillar to post, and I was not about to take anymore ... nonsense... especially when I thought they were just going to try and get rid of me without hearing me out. I may keep silent or let a lot of things go but when something isn't right I am not about to sit back and let it happen, or let someone get away with it. It's just not in my nature. Usually, I am quite a calm person, but sometimes, just sometimes, buttons get pushed and things overload." Finishing her cocktail she said, "You must have those days when things just get on top of you, right? I mean working as the CEO of your own company, sorry companies, I can't even imagine the stress. And the fact you took my bad-mouthing with such good will and grace says a lot, especially when you didn't deserve it," she murmured, offering a soft smile. In truth when she'd seen him in business magazines she got the impression he was some rich, self-important, ass like so many other rich people she'd heard about. So he was a pleasant surprise. When their food finally arrived her hunger was awakened, having had to skip lunch to get the shipping matter resolved or risk losing her job. "It all smells so delicious," she sighed sweetly, eagerly picking up at eating one of the fries on her plate. "So Mr. Snow, I am curious, what does a businessman such as yourself get up to in your free time, and please don't say something cliché like readying the stocks or doing yoga or something," she teased. "You must have those days when things just get on top of you, right? I mean working as the CEO of your own company, sorry companies, I can't even imagine the stress. And the fact you took my bad-mouthing with such good will and grace says a lot, especially when you didn't deserve it,""Oh forget about that, you were clearly in a foul mood and rightly so, my company has caused you trouble, and it would have been rude of me to shove you off...and I don't blame you, really. Hell I understand what you mean by those days, things just get all cranked up and you just want to punch something, you know." he said with a soft laugh, the incident in his office the day he got news of Big B's betrayal flash momentarily in his head. Yeah, there will always be "those days"When the food arrived, he studied the dish with curiosity, "Thank you," he muttered to the departing girl then picked a steak. He rarely ate out, back at the villa, he had serving girls and cooks that tended to his meals. Meals which were often simple and straight to it. Food wasn't something he valued anyway...but on this particular night, everything was an adventure. While she commented about the food he cautiously took a piece of meat and chewed. The sensation was maddening, and his eyes grew with excitement." This is good," he said after swallowing. He poured himself a glass of wine, and laughed softly to her tease. "I go for a swim or whirl away the time on the piano. When I have enough of it, time I mean, I just disappear to the mountainside, I have a cabin up there.so pretty much hunting, skydiving and if its winter, building a snowman." He answered smiling warmly. Chewing on another piece he hummed deliciously. "Hmm, this is really great. I haven't had such taste since Paris. This place, you come here often? And yes, there has to be something fun you do in your spare, when you ain't being bossed around by short Blake"It was nice chatting with her, here he didn't have to pretend or keep up a hard demeanor. Surprisingly he felt light, free...a feeling he hadn't felt since he was 6. Images of his mother's face flash in his mind, a memory long buried now resurfaced as he gazed at Loretta. Those soft gray eyes and that voice, it was like DECA'VU and Laden found himself staring more than he intended to." Forgive my manners," he apologised for staring, knowing it might be discomforting. ".you bring back treasured memories once lost." Loretta took a bite of steak and garlic seasoned green beans and hummed in delight at the flavor. She was starving, and the steak just hit the spot. Taking a sip of red wine she looked up and over at Laden, spying the look on his face as he dug into his own meal. He looked like a kid who’d just won Christmas or something, and over something simple like a meal no less. Somehow she figured, given his status and money he’d be eating things like caviar and Foie gras, champagne and hundred-year-old fine wines and whiskeys, rich people food, doing rich peoples things and flashing cash with friends and family. But she’d clearly jumped to fantastical ideas once he started listing what he did in his free time, when he had some, of course. She paused in her eating, fork hovering a few inches from her mouth as all she heard was ‘I’ this and ‘I’ that, there was no we or my friends and I, or even a mention of family. Not to mention all the activities he listed where very… single person orientated. It surprised her and sort of saddened her to think someone with such power and wealth was so… isolated. Did he not have friends or family? Clearly money didn’t equal happiness. Pulled from her thoughts she shook her head as she lowered her fork, “ah no, no this is fancier than what I’m used to,” she told him as she took another bite of food, giving a little snort of laughter at the mention of Mr. Bakers height. He certainly thought of himself bigger than he was. Bonnet Blake was his nickname at the office, because he was as small as a Bone Madeline and ate enough of them in his office with cups of coffee too. “Sorry…” She murmured, taking a sip of her wine. “No my free time, when I get some, usually consists of winding down at my local bar or close friends house, especially on game nights with friends and regulars, like darts, pool, cards or quiz nights, or sometimes I tag along to paintball games, or I might go down to my local studio and do some graffiti, painting sculpting, or one of my favorites if it is a particularly bad day is gone to a Wreck Room and just smash stuff until I feel better. Very therapeutic,“ she chuckled. “To be honest it all depends on time, distance and money, but we have quite a few local entertainments as long as you don’t mind some of the corny or silly ones every once in a while,” she smiled, biting into a fry. Looking up from her meal she realised he was staring at her, wondering if she had some sauce on her face or something. But the look in his eyes, he looked somewhat sad and lonely, lost was the closest thing that came to mind to describe the look he was giving her. She didn’t like it. It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable from his staring, she just didn’t like what she was seeing. Determination bubbled up as she shook her head with a soft smile, “it’s ok really…” Looking between their plates she figured they were both nearly finished, and she figured he needed a little cheering up and given the day so did she. “I have an idea, if you aren’t totally against it, how about after this we go for a late night stroll along the lake pier and grab an ice cream for dessert, my treat, have as many toppings as you want,“ she chuckled. Little did he know that a small fair had rocked up in the park next to the lake. She figured he could use some fun for the evening even if it was a terrible idea. The worst entertainment could be the most fun, and he looked like he needs a moment to relax. The mention of the Pier brought back business of the day and his jaw visibly tensed. He turned gaze from her and busied himself with the last piece of steak, hoping to concede his expression from her. It was one of uncertainty and fear. Uncertain whether it was safe to venture out to the pier seeing it was still a crime scene and some zealous cop might still be snooping around, any good cop will recognize him from a distance, and though they haven't gotten any dirt on him yet for the past five years, they aren't going to stop trying. The fear on the other hand wasn't about himself, no, Laden was a hard man to kill, the fear was for her, AMO. If something was to go wrong, she might either get hurt or learn about his dark life, either which he's going to lose her before he even gets her." I don't know, I have this huge deal I am supposed to close in Dallas today and since I couldn't meet up, It's been postponed to tomorrow. I need to go over the contract documents tonight and ...." he paused looking up, eyes meeting her gray innocent orbs, the pained disappointed look she was giving him made him realise even before the words left his mouth that he will be going for a walk. "...but yes, I guess a little fun won't hurt my head in the morning." He concluded smiling warmly. With meal over, Laden insisted on paying for their bills. "I know, but I want you to still owe me dinner. This night I am paying." he ended the argument as he handed the girl his card and punched in the code on the machine. "You still owe me." he teased rising to his feet. Lyden walked to her and offered her his hand, like a gentleman, just like he had seen his late Godfather do. The man had taught him a lot, chivalry being a part. A true Mafia protects his territory, defends his family but more than anything treasures his women. If she'd let him, he will have her arm entwined in his as they head towards the entrance like a couple. "You look lovely," he genuinely commented. Opening her side of the door for her before going to his. Laden pulled out of the small parking space of the restaurant, noting the name one last time before it disappeared from the rear-mirror. The Sapphire Bar and Grill. Thank you. He thought The drive to the Lake was short with light mundane discussions about her passion for paintings and his love for music. Not far from the lake's parking space, the noise of the fair announced its presence boldly, attracting both tourists and locals. Lyden parked the car and turned to her, "AMO," he called with a little laugh, "Why do I have a feeling you were aware of the fair?" he asked. “Good.” She said with a smile. Because he looked like he could use a moment to do anything else but work, and she suspected he was a bit more than a workaholic. Finishing off her meal she gave a little contented sigh as she swallowed the last of the wine. Once the waitress came over, and they asked for the check, she was both surprised and annoyed he was trying to pay for it entirely. He was the one who’d asked her to grant his wish of dinner out. Even half-and-half was fine with her but to take over and pay for the whole thing. It then became a sort of sword fight between cards as both of them insisted on paying, but eventually he won the round with sneaky tactics. With pursed lips she gave him an annoyed look as she stuffed her wallet back into her purse, gaping when he declared she still owed him dinner. "You just-" biting her tongue with a half huff of annoyance, half chuckle. "Fine... fine, whatever..." She shook her head, slinging her purse over her shoulder when she looked up at the hand he offered. Suddenly feeling a little shy she took his offered hand as she slipped out from behind the table. "Thanks..." Straightening her clothes when he came out with another bold compliment which made her blush. "Th-Thank you." She got into his car and found it easy to make casual conversation as they drove to the pier by the lake. Once they arrived she smiled at the sight of the fair. Looking over at Laden she gave him an innocent look. “Me? Never...” she smirked just as she got out of the car, the sound of screams and laughter filling the air. It was then that she realized he’d been calling her AMO half the night, a rather strange nickname, it made her sound like she was a bullet to be fired. Normally she would have protested to the shortening of her name, but oddly she didn’t mind it with him.“Come on let's go get some ice cream. My treat. And I mean it this time. No paying,” she told him, beckoning for him to follow with a little smile. It wasn’t the biggest fair she’d seen, but it was fairly decent considering the location. Upon entering, it was free, with the option of paying whatever amount you wanted. There were a large ferries wheel off on the distance, with a carousel somewhere, she could hear it. The path has games and treats lining each side, from sweet stands to greasy finger foods like chicken or hot dogs, with games consisting of testing your strength, claw machines, water gun and dart games, fishing games for kids and fun houses, both stupid and scary. There was even one of those freaky fortune-telling animatronics. But they weren’t here to have fun, they were simply here to have some ice cream. Right? Making a beeline for the ice cream stand she looked over at Laden, “so what would you like? They even have sorbets if you haven’t got much of a sweet tooth.” It had an array of flavors you could have either in a cone or in one of those paper cups, with numerous topping on the other side. Of course, it sold other things like popcorn, cotton candy or soda, but ice-cream was its main selling point. She ordered herself a two scoop cone of chocolate chip, drizzled with caramel before looking over at Laden. “So care to take a leisurely stroll and explore? Or would you prefer to go and do that homework you were talking about earlier?“ Knowing looking over the account was going to be rather difficult now. Which was her goal. He clearly needed a mental break, they both did, so what better way than a silly fair.

Guns and Roses (Stalzyn x Moonflower3)|rating:4.0

SkyWing Dragon Academy 1x1 IC(DracoHatake & ShadowsVictor)

Draco walked along a dirt road through the forest she had grown up in, she looked back sometimes to make sure she wasn't being followed by anyone. Draco reached the street at the edge of the forest within 2 hours and walked toward the nearest bus stop. Draco waited for the bus for about 10 minutes before it came and the doors opened. Draco got on the bus and paid the bus fair, before getting in a seat near the window at the back of the bus. The bus was actually a tourist bus heading to some ruins in the middle of a nearby field, which was where the letter told her to wait for the dragon rider who was going to take the new students to the Academy at midnight. The bus got there at noon and the tourists got out, along with Draco. Draco then hid in the ruins while she waited for other students to show up. Draco watched as the tourist bus left at 3:30 PM, and she saw that a few others had stayed behind. Draco watched as a few people talked to each other about the Academy, they were wondering where it was located that required that someone else to pick them up. Draco hid behind a rock wall with strange markings on it, Draco found that she could read the ancient language on the rocks without any trouble at all other than the writing being faded from time. Draco soon noticed that people were staring at her, and she wondered why they were looking at her funny. One of them said, "Nice clothes, where'd you get them, Hobos-R-Us?" And the other teens started laughing, Draco noticed that they all wore nicer clothes than her, while hers were made of mishmashes cloth types and colors all stitched together by hand and were obviously the only clothes she had due to their faded colors and stains, rips, and tears, theirs were a bit more chic, were much better made, and they matched better. Draco looked down a little and hid behind the rock and said to herself, "Maybe I shouldn't have come... I should've just stayed home with Kane and King Blue claw and all the other orphans..." Draco was about to get up and walk back the way she had come when she was stopped by a larger teen, he then pushed her into the dirt and one of the other kids said, "That's actually a major improvement!" Before they all burst into laughter once more, Draco didn't even attempt to get up, she just laid on the ground and curled up as if to protect herself from their words. Maximilian had arrived to the bus stop he was supposed to be at slightly late. As he approached the bus had left. With a sharp sigh he thought to himself. "Looks like I'm walking" he then slowly walked to his final destination. Though it did take several hours, he had finally arrived just as the bus had deported from what appeared to be ruins. He followed a group up to what looked like some sort of standing stones. The propped himself against one of the stones, before slowly sliding down it to a seating position. No more than a few moments later a few kids started to harassing a girl, her cloths looked as if she liked on the streets. Max himself could relate to that even if it was only a few weeks, it was the most horrible few weeks of his life. The girl had tried to walk away only to be pushed down by a larger man. Max could no longer seat ideally by and watch this take place. He stood up before walking in front of the slightly larger man in front of her." So you guys want to have a little fun, huh? Well then the next person who even looks at her the wrong way will get all the fun they want." Max was hoping to avoid any sort of confrontation. "You know I could be just like you, but I choose to be a better person." what ever was about to happen he was ready for it. Draco was still curled up on the ground when a teen boy who looked to be about her age walked over to her and the teen boy that was picking on her and heard him ask all the other teens if they wanted to have fun and then told them that the next person who even looked at her the wrong way would get all the fun they wanted and that he could be just like them, but he chose to be the better person. The boy that had pushed her down then said, "You don't scare me. Besides, I'm just teaching the hobo girl her place in life. As a dirty old doormat that is meant to be trampled on!" The boy then kicked Draco in the side making her slam her back against the remains of what had been an ancient stone fountain. Draco began to grab her side which had been bruised by the kick, it wasn't painful since the orphanage had abused her so much that they fried the part of her brain that processed the feeling of pain when they electrocuted her body, and so she couldn't feel pain anymore. Draco was just checking to see if the kick had been hard enough to break skin and make her bleed. The boy then walked over to her and kicked her in the gut which caused Draco to start coughing really hard and gasping for air since the kick had knocked the wind out of her. As the boy readied another kick, this time aiming for her face, something ran out of the nearby forest and latched itself onto the boy's leg, ripping and tearing at HS clothes and flesh while growling viciously. The creature that had come to Draco's rescue was a gray wolf with amber eyes, the wolf then let go of the boy's leg after hearing the boy screaming in terror for a good 3 minutes and let the boy run away towards the group of teens that had been mocking Draco. The wolf the growled ferociously for a bit as a warning to stay away before turning to Draco and licking her hand as if to let her know everything was fine now before shoving his head underneath her arm so that she was holding him. Draco hugged the wolf and said, "Thanks Gin. You're always looking out for me when King Blue claw can't." Gin then wagged his tail as he was pleased with himself for nearly ripping off the bully's leg and was happy to hear Draco praise him. Draco looked at the boy who had come to her rescue as well and said, "Thanks for sticking up for me." Draco then sat up effortlessly, as if she hadn't been taking a beating just moments before, and put her hand out for the boy to shake and said, "My name is Draco RyuuMahou. This is Gin, my friend and protector when King Blue claw isn't around. What's your name?" When the boy told her his name she smiled and said, "It's very nice to meet you." Even among humans who didn't have their dragons yet, Blue claw the King of Dragons was legend, for a human to even meet King Blue claw was a great honor, but Draco lived with King Blue claw so that meant she was very fortunate to be able to live with the King of Dragons. It was custom for dragons to bring their hatchlings to meet the King and receive his blessings whenever a new dragon was born, so the Dragon King knew the names of all his subjects and had actually taught Draco and the other orphans the names of all the dragons that were currently living and even the ones that had passed away a long time ago but not before making a huge contribution to the world along with the history of dragons. Draco had met many dragons over the years she spent with Blue claw since the dragons would bring their hatchlings to him and go to him with matters of importance. Draco then stood up and walked over to one of the crumbling walls of the ancient ruins and sat down with her back against it so that she had some shade from the sun. Gin walked over and laid down next to her to protect her from anyone who dared to threaten her. Draco said, "Well, it's going to be a long wait. Might as well sketch to pass the time." Draco then pulled her sketchbook out of her art bag along with a pencil to start drawing whatever came to mind. It was 5 minutes before midnight and Draco was the first to hear the wing beats of the arriving dragon. Draco looked up to see a large sky blue dragon about to land at the foot of the ruins. The rider on the dragon's back had long black hair tied in a loose ponytail, he wore a black cloak fastened with a gold brooch set with a large red gemstone, he also had black knee-high boots and an eye-patch over his left eye, underneath his left eye was a large scar that looked to be an old severe burn, his right eye was sky blue. The dragon set down a large rectangular woven basket that looked like something you'd find on a hot air balloon only 3 times as big, and it had seats inside it much like a bus. The rider said, "Hello, my name is Professor Skill and this is Cloud buster, we will be taking you to the Academy now so get inside the basket and take a seat on one of the benches, only two people per bench and be sure to place your luggage underneath your seats. Now, everyone hurry up." The students all got into the basket and sat on the benches, there were plenty of extra benches since class sizes varied each year and once every few years there would be a class size of about 30–100 people. Draco got in a seat at the back and placed what little belongings she had brought with her under the seat, save for her art bag which was full of sketchbooks, cheap colored pencils, and other low quality art supplies that people normally throw away when they get higher quality supplies. Gin laid down on the floor at Draco's feet, the students were allowed to bring pets with them to the academy, so there was no problem letting Gin into the basket. Once everyone was seated and were settled in, Cloud buster took off and circled the basket once before grabbing a sort of handle for him to carry the basket and lifting it off the ground. They flew for 6 hours before arriving at a floating piece of land at dawn, Draco looked out the side of the basket to see that there were more floating pieces of land connected by stone bridges, the clouds cleared away to reveal more and more of the airborne country. They soared over the countryside with fields of plants and herds of animals never seen before by human eyes, they flew over small towns and big cities full of strange looking people with wings or ears or tails, some were even changing into animals to make their farm work easier. All of it impressive, but not as impressive as the dragons flying all through the air above and around the floating country. Then they arrived at a smaller chunk of floating land that Draco assumed was the Academy grounds, there were large buildings everywhere along with a large courtyard and gardens as well as an arena where they would train their dragons to fight, fly, and use their abilities. Then Professor Seal directed Cloud buster to land in front of the Academy at what looked to be a drop-off point, Cloud buster placed the basket on the pavement before landing next to it. Professor Seal then let the students out and said, "Your first stop is the dorms over there, if you need help finding your way to the dorms ask one of the older students or a nearby professor. At the dorms front desk, you will be given all your supplies for the school along with a fireproof backpack to hold your supplies, a map to the school grounds, and a dorm key. Rooms on the ground level are able to have their dragons inside depending on the size of the dragon, rooms on higher levels will not have that luxury but will have a balcony for your dragons to land on to visit you. Your room number will be on the key, for example, if you have the room code 1504 then the first number is the floor level your room is on, the last three numbers are your room number. Now, feel free to explore before you go to your dorms, or if you're tired since most of you have been up all night, you may go to your dorms right away and take a nap. Classes don't start until tomorrow and the Headmaster will be providing an introductory speech for all students in the Cafeteria at dinnertime. Oh, and the dorms are mixed, so there is no gender exclusive dorms. Now, off with you and welcome to Skewing Dragon Academy." Draco grabbed her luggage and decided to head to her dorm to put her stuff away and take a break before meeting her roommate and exploring the Academy grounds. Maximilian watched as the taller boy kicked the girl a few times, just as Max was about to put his boot to the back of the boys head, a Wolf had gone and clamped on too boys leg. After several minutes of screaming the wolf let g, o the girl stood up, said her name, and extended her hand. Max rubbed his neck a bit before saying "My names Maximilian Chauncey, but you can call me Max." after shaking the girls hand he went back to where he was, Max waved while walking away before saying "Was nice meeting you too." Max sat against the stone for hours before finally a sky blue dragon had dropped a basket, and everyone started to hope on after the rider explained what was going on. Max found an empty bench and slung his stuff underneath it before laying down and falling asleep. He woke up right as a floating landmass connected by giant Stone bridges. It was impressive he's eyesight became lower and lower until they were in front of the academy. Once they had gathered there things and gotten out of the large basket, they were meet by one of the professors who explained what they could do. Max proceeded to go to the dorms he didn't feel like caring his stuff around forever. Draco got lost halfway to the dorm, and she wasn't about to ask for directions, she was much to shy around people. Draco wandered around and instead found her way to the Hatchery, Draco saw that the receptionist was looking rather bored and walked over to her, Draco hesitantly asked, "W-What is this place?" The receptionist replied, "This is where students without their own dragons come to find their partners. The dragonless students were supposed to come here after lunch hour, but they are free to come here before lunch to find their partners. Remember that you don't choose the dragon, the dragon chooses you. When you find your partner you'll know, the choosing is different for everyone but as I said before you'll know. Now, if you go through that door behind me there are thousands of eggs awaiting their rider, but there is a group of eggs in the very back that have been here for thousands of years and have a prophecy tied to them, so those eggs are off-limits to freshman, it is possible for a student to have two dragons, but it is very rare because the Prophecy Eggs haven't been known to choose freshman or anyone for that matter. Usually we test those eggs at the beginning of a student's 3rd year here, but it seems they won't hatch for anyone this year. Now go on! Find your dragon or come back tomorrow with the rest of the class." Draco said, "I-I'll come back later then." Draco then left the Hatchery and walked around before finally finding the dorms and going inside. The receptionist gave her the things she would need as well as her dorm key. Draco soon found Maximilian who had saved her from the bullies before and saw that he had the same dorm number as her. Draco spoke up and said, "Looks like we have the same dorm." Draco smiled at Max and said, "We meet again." The wolf, Gin, then left up and put his paws on Max's shoulder and nipped his nose before going back to a standing position with his tail wagging. Draco said, "Well, it's not like Gin to bond with someone other than me or the other children that live with King Blue claw. He must have been really impressed with the way you tried to stand up for me. Nipping another's nose is the way wolves show their affections, and they only do it to other wolves or people they consider friends." Draco smiled as she started petting Gin's head. Maximilian had wondered around for a good 30 minutes before finally finding the dorms. He walked to the receptionist and got his dorm key. He walked down the hallway while looking at his key. Thinking to himself "so I got room 1201, ah crap what did the professor say about the room codes." at that moment one of the kids that rode in with him said "Room 2112, so that means I'm on the second floor in room 112" Max sharply exhaled before thinking" Thankful some people think out loud what a save." he smiled and walked down the hallway to his room"Looks like we have the same room" a familiar voice came from beside him, he turned to meet the voice" looks like we meet again" Max responded with a smile in turn "looks that way." the wolf that had bite the kid at their pick up spot had leaped up and nipped Max's nose before going back to the floor. Draco went on to explain what it meant Max felt a bit special after the explanation. "Well Draco wasn't it shall, we see where it will be staying for now." he then proceeded to stick his key in the door and unlock it. He took a few steps inside the room before throwing his bag on the bed to the right side of the room. "I slept in the big basket thing that that picked us up I'm going to explore the campus a bit want to come with." Draco nodded when Max asked if they should see where they will be staying for now. Draco watched as Max put his key in the door to room 1201 to unlock it and opened the door. Draco looked inside to see that the room was very large, there were two beds with no sheets on them but instead folded up on the side tables in case they had brought their own sheets, there were two dressers and two wardrobes for them to place their clothes in, there were two large doors leading to the dragon's rooms with an entrance to the outside of the dorm and a warm place for them to sleep, there was a room divider propped against the wall so that they could have some privacy when needed, there were two large wooden desks in front of two different windows, there was a table with chairs so that they would have a place to eat if they chose to take their food to the dorm, there was a kitchen with a refrigerator so that they could store food and snacks in case they got hungry before mealtime, there were also cupboards with some dishes in them and space for any dishes they brought with them or bought in town, there were two separate bathrooms for each of them, there were two lamps on the bedside tables and on the desks, there were also shelves on the walls and two bookcases with only a few books on them, and there were also two trunks with supplies for sewing and making clothes and other things they might need or desire to make. Draco put her art supplies away in the desk drawer and pulled her spare clothes out of one of her other bags and folded the clothes before placing them into the drawers, all her clothes looked dingy and old, but there was one outfit that looked to be very well-made as well as clean and expensive, the outfit was actually a royal blue ball gown with a gemstone brooch on the waistband and a long skirt with silver embroidery of dragons with gemstone eyes around the bottom of the skirt, there were matching shoes and jewelry with the dress. Draco hung the dress in the wardrobe and put the matching shoes and jewelry on a shelf inside the wardrobe before closing the wardrobe doors and putting everything else away. Draco then put the sheets on her bed and made her bed. Draco heard Max say that he was going to explore the campus a bit and asked her if she wanted to come with him. Draco nodded and said, "Sure. Sounds like fun." Draco then walked out the door before stopping outside to wait for Max and said, "Well come on. Let's go." Maximilian laughed a little bit when Draco had said. "Well come on, let's go." he chimed in as they walked down the hallway. "Look who's raring to go, I thought you would have gone to sleep instead of coming with me." Max had opened the door for Draco and waited for her to exit before following. "Be grateful it's I dying trait." after wondering around for a little bit, Max sat down on a nearby bench. Draco smiled at Max and laughed when he said that he had expected her to go to sleep instead of going with him and replied, "You're talking to someone who can be awake for 3 days straight before finally getting too tired to stay awake anymore. I can fall asleep every night if I want to, but I only stay awake for more than an entire day when I'm in a situation where it would be bad for me to fall asleep." Draco smiled and led the two-person exploration party for a while before sitting down on the bench next to Max to rest a bit. After a few minutes Draco said, "Okay, break time's up! Let's keep moving people! So much to see, so little time!" Draco was really excited about exploring the Academy grounds, her older brother used to tell her stories before bedtime about dragon riders and their adventures, fire-breathing dragons saving kidnapped princesses from evil knights, stories about the kingdom where all dragons come from, and many more stories about dragons being good instead of evil. Draco was happy to finally learn about the mythical breasts that her older brother spent his whole life researching and learning about. Draco found her way to the Academy Gardens and said, "Woah! This garden is huge! I wonder if there's a fountain or a statue in the center of the garden." Draco soon found her way to the center of the garden and there was indeed a fountain with a statue of a dragon, and it's rider, but something caught Draco's eye instead of the fountain. Draco was having a hard time believing what she was seeing. The thing that had caught her eye was a young man sitting on the edge of the fountain writing in a leather-bound book, he looked to be in his twenties and had black spike hair with bangs that covered one eye, his eyes were blood-red, and he wore a black cloak with red trim over some black metal armor, the cloak was fastened with a gold brooch with a blue gemstone with a silver "P" on top which meant the man was the Head Professor of one of the four houses (Draco doesn't know which one yet because it hasn't been explained to them), he also had black rectangle framed reading glasses on his face. Draco soon realized that this Professor was her missing older brother! Draco walked over to the young man hesitantly, she was going to confirm for herself if this man was actually her older brother or if he was someone else. Draco said, "Samurai?" The man didn't even look up at her and said, "It's Professor Curie. Do you need help with something?" Draco looked to be on the verge of hugging him, but she was restraining herself, she said, "I was hoping you could help me find my older brother, he disappeared on my 5th birthday and I haven't seen or heard from him since." The young man's pen stopped moving suddenly when she spoke of her missing brother disappearing on her 5th birthday, he slowly looked up, took off his glasses and said, "Draco? You're alive?" Draco nodded and Curie immediately put down the book, pen, and glasses and wrapped his arms around her tightly with one hand on the back of her head pressing her head into his left shoulder. Draco felt her tears starting to roll down her face as she hugged him back, she felt Curie's breaths become shaky as he hugged her trembling. Curie said, "I thought I'd have to die before I got to see you again. I didn't know if you had survived or if you had been killed like the rest of our family. I was on my way back home that night from meeting the Headmaster of this school who had offered me a job here when I heard that everyone was dead and that our mansion had been burned to the ground in a mysterious fire. Furthermore, I'm so sorry that I didn't come for you, I truly thought you were dead." Draco realized that Curie was crying as he spoke of the day he had disappeared, and their family was killed. Draco said, "It's alright, I don't blame you for thinking I was dead. I would've thought the same thing if that was you instead of me. I'm just so happy I found you Curie." After seating on the bench for a few moments Draco was ready to go again. Max had followed her too what looked like a huge Garden, Draco said something about seeing if there was a fountain at the center. So Max followed along once more, when Draco and Max had arrived at the center, Draco found her lost brother. Max not wanted to drop in on there conversation, decided that it was best to wonder around on his own for a bit. He walked around the garden until he came upon a sign that said hedge maze, he figured it could kill the time, and it should be that difficult to find the exit, but what he didn't know is that Maze was a test for 2nd year students, and constantly changed its patterns. Without the proper knowledge he would be lost without help. After about 30 minutes of wondering around, he finally decides it might be a good idea to ask for help. "Hey um is anyone around I'm kinda lost in this Hedge maze!" Draco's brother was still hugging her and didn't seem to want to let go of her. Curie said with tears still dripping down his cheeks, "I will never let go of you ever again, Draco, my precious little sister." Draco smiled and said in a teasing tone that was ruined by her voice cracking, "Do you also mean that literally or just figuratively? Because you will need to let go of me, so I can go to classes." Curie chuckled and said, "You always did like to tease. I mean figuratively of course." Curie eventually stopped hugging her and said, "I have something for you." Draco looked at him curiously as he started to pull something out of his pocket, Draco softly gasped when she saw the small wrapped box. Draco said, "Is that what I think it is?" Curie nodded and said, "Your present for you 5th birthday. I've kept it all this time as a way to make sure I'd never try to forget you. Here." Curie held it out for her to take and she hesitantly received it. Draco opened it the find a heart-shaped locket with the constellation she was named for engraved of the front. Draco smiled and hugged her brother before putting it on. Draco said, "It's beautiful. Thank you Curie." Draco then kissed Curie's cheek like she used to do so long ago. Curie smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it." A male 4th year student at the Academy heard Max's voice as he called for help from within the maze. The student said, "Stay right where you are, and I'll get you out." The student the climbed onto the back of his dragon to rescue Max from within the maze. He got Max out of the maze and said, "You're a first year? No wonder you couldn't get out, that maze is used for testing 2nd year students bonds with their dragons, that maze's layout changes every 5 minutes. Hope you remember that next time because someone might not come rescue you." The 4th year student then said, "See ya'round." Before walking away with his dragon. After his most recent experience with the Maze Max was done with exploration. He found a bench nearby where he could keep an eye on his Roommate. He sat down, and proceeded to wait until she started to walk again. Max began to think to himself. "I wonder why they don't have something like hedge maze Warning: 2nd year students Trial. I Could have died in there." Draco was walking next to her brother and holding his hand like she used to do when she was little. Draco heard Max talking about a hedge maze and said, "There's supposed to be one from what Curie was telling me." Curie said, "Sometimes our more unruly students like to play pranks on the first years. You won't die if you get lost in there. We always have someone visit the maze every hour during the first few days to make sure nobody got lost and help the students that do get lost. The caretaker should be looking for the backup sign." Draco heard some of the female students whispering and saw them glaring at her for what seemed like no reason. Professor Skill then walked up to Curie and said, "You know the rules Professor Curie. Relationships between students and teachers are forbidden." Curie looked at Professor Skill like he was Indian, Draco started trying to suppress her laughter. Draco said, "I know Curie was always popular with the ladies but-pfft!" Draco then burst out laughing. Curie sighed and said, "You misunderstand Professor Skill. This is my little sister, Draco." Professor Skill looked surprised and said, "You never mentioned having a sister." Curie replied, "I never mentioned her before because I thought she had died." The Professor had a look of understanding now. He said, "I'm sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusion. Carry on." Curie nodded and Draco was still holding her brother's hand before looking at Max and saying, "That was funny." Curie turned to Draco and said, "No, that was embarrassing." Max had caught up with Draco and her Brother. Once they started holding hands he figured it was a relationship himself, until another professor came up and the three exchanged words. Draco then looked a Max and said that she thought it was funny. Curie said otherwise he thought It was embarrassing. Max gave his comment on the matter while rubbing his head. "To be honest I can see where they got the idea, I kinda thought the same thing at first, but hey live and learn, right?" Max waited a minute before finally saying. "So what are we doing now. Oh, by the way hello I'm Maximilian, Draco's roommate. It's a pleasure to meet you. You seem to know a bit about this place, so what do you do around here." Curie said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Maximilian. I'm the professor that teaches students Dragon Science. I basically teach students how a dragon's body works along with identifying the types of dragons and the skills that a dragon's body structure is made for. But anyway, I have to get back to work, it's almost noon so you two should head to the Academy Cafeteria for lunch. I'll come find you guys when I'm done." Curie then gave his sister a kiss on the forehead and a hug before nodding towards Max and leaving to do his work. When they walked inside the Cafeteria there were several remedially long tables with animal symbols above them. Draco said to Max, "Kind of gives you a 'Hogwarts Great Hall' vibe, right? What next, a sorting hat?" Draco looked to be growing more comfortable around her roommate. Draco walked over to the lunch line and saw that there was no menu, Draco said, "What do the students do for food if there's no menu listing what's for lunch?" One of the older students wearing a black cloak fastened with a gold and blue gemstone brooch turned around and said, "We're allowed to order anything at all and the chefs will make it by hand from scratch, it's more like a restaurant than a school cafeteria, a restaurant with chefs that cook food from around the world. Anything that is edible, they can make. So really, there's no need for a menu. They will only list ingredients that they are missing so that students know beforehand that they can't order dishes with those ingredients. It's quite efficient really." Draco nodded and said, "T-Thank you for your explanation." The student then replied, "Oh no problem. I am actually what you would call a 'student leader' so it's my job to help new students understand how things work around here, and I help enforce the rules of the Academy to help the teachers here." Draco nodded in understanding. When it was finally her turn Draco said to the chef, "I'll have a fruit salad made from forest berries, and I'll just have some chamomile tea with honey for a drink, and maybe put a small bit of milk in the tea. That's it." The chef looked at her and asked, "Are you a vegetarian or on a diet or something? Because you look like you could use a little more meat on them bones and fruit and veggies don't give you as much substance as meat." Draco said, "No, I just have never liked the taste of meat because where I live we can't afford to cook our meat, or we'll be caught so we've always either eaten fruit and plants from the forest or eat our meat raw." The chef nodded in understanding and quickly made her tea and gave her a generously large bowl of fruit salad before asking what Maximilian wanted to eat. Draco then saw that all the new students had to sit at a separate table from all the other students. Draco sat at the end of the table away from all the other new students, she was still scared of being bullied by the others. Draco put her hands together and thanked the Dragon God for the food and then ate silently while she waited for Max to sit at the table. After Curie had explained that he was a professor that teaches dragon science he had told Max, and Draco that it was almost noon, so they should go to the cafeteria. After a short walk they found themselves at the cafeteria. Upon entering the cafeteria the first thing Max had noticed that there were several extremely long tables, each with an animal symbol hanging above them. Draco had said something to max to which he replied with astonishment in his tone, "Yyyyyyeah it does." Afterwords they walked to the lunch line where Draco had inquired about there being no menu, to which an older student explained that there was no menu the chefs could make anything from around the world from scratch. This sent Max into a panic, he didn't know what to order, so many different foods, and he could have any of them. Before he knew it he was in front of a chef. "So what do you want. Max started to scream at himself in his head."OH CRAP! Say something! Anything, anything at all." He finally forced the first word that came to his mind out. "A Apple." The Chef had looked at Max in bewilderment before saying, "Just an Apple?" Max had hesitated before saying. "Y-Yeah just an Apple." the Chef sighed before saying. "Your lucky that you're not the only first year student that's ever done this, wait here I'll bring you out a Fruit Salad and some Water at the very less." sure enough as the Chef had said he presented Max with a rather large fruit salad and a glass of water. After grabbing his food he looked around a bit before finding Draco and sitting beside her. The first thing he said was. "Guess what I did." After a little wait he said. "Out of everything I could have asked for, I asked for an apple, an apple does you believe that. This place is just to much, At least I made a friend, huh?" Draco nodded and said, "Yeah, at least you made a friend." Once they had both finished and put the lunch trays away, Draco walked over to the group of students going to the hatchery and walked with them to the hatchery. The receptionist did her explanation again and the students walked around inside the hatchery to find their eggs. Draco said to Max, "Wish me luck," before she walked around the hatchery. Draco began to hear an irritated sounding voice say,"Well it's about time you got here! I was getting tired of waiting for you to come get me, and I was almost tempted to give you a headache to show you how tired I was of waiting!" Draco said, "What the-Who are you? And why do I hear your voice inside my head?" Draco heard the voice yell,"I'm your dragon, you idiotic little girl! Come get me! Before I give you a headache that won't go away for a few hours!" Draco said, "Alright, alright! Where are you?" The voice of her dragon replied,"Go towards the back, I am the first egg on the left row. It's big, and it's red. You can't miss it but if you do miss it then you're a bigger idiot that I thought." Draco sighed and followed the dragon's directions and found the egg and picked it up. She felt a searing pain on her right hand, she usually couldn't feel pain at all but this was more of a mental pain than physical. Draco looked at her hand and saw that there was now a mark that looked like fire, and it seemed to actually be moving. Draco said, "Found you. So do you come with a name or do I have to name you?" The dragon replied"I already have a name! It's Kari Gold flame, and don't you forget it miss Draco!" Draco said, "How do you know my name?" Kari's voice said,"Dragons know the name of their riders once the rider receives their name. Now that you have found me you can leave the hatchery." Draco said, "Alright." Draco was about to turn to leave the hatchery when she heard a gentle voice inside her head say,"Well, well. Looks like my wait is over. You've finally arrived after 2,000 years of waiting." Draco asked, "Who are you?" The voice chuckled before saying,"I am your second dragon. I am called Shirt Angel wing, and you, Draco Anna Rosetta RyuuMahou, are my rider." Draco said, "I already have my dragon. What do you mean you're my second dragon? All the older students only have one." Shirt replied,"And, yet I am your second dragon. And I know everything about you. How you became an orphan, how you escaped the orphanage that abused you, how the Dragon King Blue claw took you and Kane in, how you would go back to the orphanage by yourself to save the other children, and how you were reluctant to come here. I've been watching over you your whole life. And now it is finally time for you to meet me. You know how there's a group of eggs at the back that are off limits to all the new students?" Draco said, "Don't tell me you're back there?" Draco could feel Shirt nodding his head from inside his egg, Draco said, "I better not get in trouble because of you." Shirt laughed and said,"I doubt you will when I hatch." Draco sighed and put Kari's egg in the incubation backpack that had been given to her. She walked toward the back where there was an iron gate that had a sign that read 'OFF LIMITS' and found that it was unlocked. Draco opened the gate and walked in despite the warning and saw two eggs, one was crimson red and had already hatched and the other was white with golden markings. Draco touched the red eggshell curiously and saw a vision of the dragon that had killed her family. Draco was left gasping for air, and she was breaking out into a cold sweat, Draco looked at the other egg and picked it up. Draco felt a searing pain on the palm of her left hand. Draco looked at her hand to see a marking on her hand in the shape of half of the Yin-Yang, she had the white half. Draco then quickly left the area behind the gate with her egg and closed the gate with her foot. Draco saw everyone staring at her and the egg in her hands, a teacher came in and saw that she had an egg that was off limits. The teacher looked mad and said, "You are not allowed to be back there. That egg is for older students to try and hatch, therefore, you are in trouble. Just wait until the Headmaster hears about this!" Draco looked nervous all over again, she said, "B-But this is my egg. H-His name is Shirt and he t-told me to go back there." The teacher said, "A likely story. You're just making it up." Draco opened her mouth the protest when the Headmaster himself walked into the hatchery, the Headmaster said, "Professor Trails, I do believe she is telling the truth. After all, how would she know the dragon's name is Shirt if she's a new student? Only the older students and the professors know his name. The dragon chooses the rider, we all know this, therefore, she may keep the egg." Draco bowed to the Headmaster and said, "Thank you so much," before she walked over to Max and said, "That was terrifying. I thought I was about to be expelled."

SkyWing Dragon Academy 1x1 IC(DracoHatake & ShadowsVictor)|rating:3.0

Spiraling Downwards {Tyr and Lovely}

"C'mon, Jackie! We're going to be late if you don't hurry the hell up!"" Hold on, Izzy!"" Jesus, man, how long does it take you to get ready for a damn party? Who are you trying to impress?" Izzy rolled her eyes as she settled into the passenger seat of her best friend - Jackie's car. Jackie made no retort to Izzy statement, and simply shifted the car into drive and sped down Izzy's street. The party was in a secluded area, just on the outskirts of town - and there had been promises of alcohol, drugs, boys, and girls. And plenty of all of the above. Izzy was excited, it was two months until her eighteenth birthday, finally she'd be legal to buy her own cigarettes." Oi! Jack! Slow the fuck down, dude. I can't load a bowl when you're taking curves at ninety miles an hour." Jackie groaned, but eased up on the gas pedal in order to allow Izzy to finish filling the bowl with her most prized possession. It was rare to see Izzy sober these days, ever since junior year in high school her new best friend had been Mary Jane and her little glass pipe. Jackie sort of blamed herself for it, she was the one who got Izzy hooked on the weed, but she didn't think the girl would smoke as much as she did. The sound of a lighter echoed in the car, followed by a deep inhale. Moments passed before Izzy exhaled, her eyes closed with sheer pleasure. "Nothing like getting 'effed up before the party." She giggled, her giggle quickly followed by a cough as she passed the pipe to Jackie and took the steering wheel in her left hand, so Jackie could take a hit. Their destination wasn't too far off from where they were currently at, and once the pipe was back in her hands, Izzy took in a deep inhale and waited. It would hit her soon enough, and once it did, she'd exhale. The trip to the party house was hardly ten minutes, if that. And by the time they arrived and found a place to park without being in the way, Izzy was hitting her high. After a few drops of vising, she was ready to party. Before exiting the car, she tucked her pipe into her skirt pocket, checked her eye shadow in the visor mirror, and readjusted her hair. By the time she was just finishing up moving a teal streak back to the front where it belonged, and not mixed in with the black that was the rest of her neck-length hair, Jackie was banging on the window. "I'm coming, damn." Throwing open the car door, she jumped out, her dark pink chucks hitting the sidewalk with a thud. She was actually matching today, a rare sight indeed. She wore a black tee shirt that clung to her small-curve lacking torso, and a pair of black jeans under a dark pink faux school girl skirt. Her right wrist was covered in wooden and fluorescent bracelets, her left wrist sporting a solid black peace sign tattoo she'd gotten an artist friend of hers to do illegally. Around her neck hung a large silver peace sign, and a small, dark pink bow was stuck in her teal bangs, right at the spot where the teal merged with the black." Ready to rock this joint, baby?!" She called out to Jackie, grabbing her friend's hand and practically dragging her towards the house's side door. Once on the doorstep, Izzy reached forward and knocked loudly. Johnny loved parties they never got old. They were the perfect synergy of work and pleasure. Johnny drove his sports car a little BMW Z-4 roadster to the party, it was outside town at a house in a secluded area. With the top down his long black hair blew in the wind as the music blared. His bright blue eyes were behind his sunglasses, as he drove. The sun was just setting, so the party would be kicking into high gear soon. Billy had given him the initial invite, though he has gotten half a dozen others, just today. Johnnycakes popularity wasn’t his winning personality or his incredible great looks, but access to the stuff. Not only did go to parties allow him an opportunity to cruise for pussy, but more importantly it gave him access to a crowd willing to purchase product. As far as he cared everybody won. The sun was already down, when he tossed the sunglasses on the center console, the GPS unit telling him he had another five more miles to go. He unconsciously ran his hand through his wavy hair as he enjoyed the loud music, though he wasn’t speeding. Over the years he knew better than to speed when transporting shit, it was the quickest way to get busted. The car fit his 6’1” frame like a glove, as he shifted gears, and accelerated out of the corner, enjoying the ride. Tonight he expected a good turn out, with a lot of local high school kids. Though the car protected him from the cool air, he still wore his black leather jacket, its inner pockets bulging with small baggies and pills, the staple of his profession. If things went well, head make a few gees and find some fresh pussy to fuck. Even though he was twenty-three he had a thing for younger girls, the kind that had tight asses and perky breasts, the kind that got you hard just looking at them. Who wanted to fuck something that had been well-used, when you could get it fresh? Johnny smiled to no one as the GPS told him he was coming up on his turn. Braking and downshifting, he hits the turn signal and starts looking for the address, though the cars already lining the street told him he was close. Head actually been to this place before, so he just drives past, figuring head find a spot down the road. To keep his wheels from getting fucked up, he parks next to a fence and tree, and in such a way that he doesn’t leave enough room for another vehicle to get close. Pushing the button on his keychain, the top closes and the car locks. His jeans and black t-shirt with Metallica would allow him to blend with the crowd. As he walked towards the house he could already see the migration of people heading towards the place. It wasn’t hard to tell which house, the music was blaring from, though out here that wouldn’t be an issue. Johnny remembered coming out here last year, and that party had been a good one, with a good crowd. If his memory was right, head fuck one sweat young thing in one of the upstairs bedrooms, in exchange for some drugs, something he usually had no problem doing, a fringe benefit of his profession. He waved at a group coming up the opposite way on the road, before he stepped into the yard. The place was already hopping as he made his way to the house. There was already two girls knocking on the door, so he just steps up to follow them in. Johnnycakes eyes take the opportunity to check the two girls out as he steps onto the porch. The door was already opening, when he walked up behind them. First thing he had to do was stake out a spot that allowed a little privacy to do business. Billy opens the door to let the girls in and sees Johnny. Hey dude, welcome to the party. They quickly shake hands and knock forearms as Johnny is invited inside. Hey you got a place I can hang. Sure dude, whereas an office just off the hall; I let people know you’re back there. If he tried to use a bedroom, head just piss people off trying to have a little fun themselves. Thanks guy. I owe you. Johnny knew that if he slips Billy a bag of some good weed that head be even. Before heading back, he grabs one of the ubiquitous red plastic cups full of beer. Izzy took in a deep breath as the door opened, ready to say something to the person letting them in. It wasn't until Billy spoke to Johnny that Izzy realized there was someone behind them, apparently an important person to the party itself. "Must be the dealer," Izzy mumbled as Johnny moved around her and Jackie to go inside. Izzy looked to her right, and saw Jackie was nervous as hell. Rolling her eyes, she linked her arm in Jackie's and led them into the house. The music was loud on the outside, inside the music was deafening almost, and mixed in with the yelling and shouting as people threw back drinks and God knows what else - it was definitely a party. "Such-weeeeet!" Izzy mused, unlinking her arm from Jackie's and practically bouncing towards the nearest surface with red plastic cups. Snatching up one, Izzy took a long swig and let out a sigh as she nestled herself against the wall, surveying the party. There were a couple of bongs and pipes out across the room, and the sweet smell of good 'ole Maryland crept up her nose, increasing her mild high just enough. Izzy never toked anything someone else brought, and she wasn't too keen on sharing her own stash that was shoved deep in her jeans pocket, hidden beneath her skirt." Aw, shit. Where's Jackie?" It seemed to finally hit Izzy that she'd completely abandoned her friend. Sighing, she downed the rest of the beer in the plastic cup, grabbed another, and started through the hazy crowd. "Jaaaaaack!" She called out, a giggle escaping her, she didn't know but a couple of other people here, both of which she wasn't exactly on the best of terms with. So to her, the scenario she was currently in was like a movie scene, and thanks to her high, and upcoming buzz - damn being a lightweight - everything was in slow motion. Like a play-by-play." Sweet man." Izzy murmured to herself as she ran her teal fingernails across the wall, peeking into room after room trying to find Jackie. "Jackie, seriously dude. I'm stoned, buzzed, and honestly I don't feel like playing hide and seek right now." The small office was as Billy described at the end of the hallway. Even as he made his way there, several people were following him. There were unwritten rules of etiquette that prescribed what happened, and kept everyone safe. Everybody body entered individually, and did it with few eyes watching. The door knocks almost immediately and the first guy, looking like some jock steps in, he was wearing his letter jacket. A few quick words and a hand pass occurred and money and goods were exchanged. Johnny takes a sip at the cup, barely putting it down when the second knock on the door occurred. The process again just goes quickly as goods and green are exchanged. This time to a fat little thing that was pushing against the seams of her outfit, her bosom barely contained by her thin top. Johnny just smiles and says little as they make the exchange; her request was for ecstasy his of course for money. The third and fourth come quick, as Johnny deals with the initial rush of goods, that was common at a party, having sold some dope, ecstasy, shrooms, and coke. The party was definitely shaping up to be a good night. Finally, with a break he leans against the desk, taking a sip from the cup of his beer, when he has the door opens again. This times a sweat little number steps in, mumbling something about a Jackie. Come on in girl, Am not Jackie, Am Johnny. And what is your pleasure. He just assumed she was the next person in line and was looking for shit. Johnny realizing the girl was the same one at the front door just a little while ago. Now he had the opportunity to see her from the front, and he wasn’t disappointed. He black shirt clung to her feminine frame, and nicely accentuated her body. The skirt looked good, and the legs were toned, which gave her a naturally sexy look. Johnnycakes eyes take a moment to enjoy the view, while the girl makes her request. Izzy was still as she half-stumbled into the room. Looking around her, her gaze finally settled on Johnny and she gave a laugh. "Oh, honey I'm not here to buy smack from ya. I'm looking for my friend Jackie. She's not one to party, and I kinda-sorta abandoned her to snatch a couple of beers... Yeah." Izzy's form swayed a bit as she finished what was left of her second cup of beer, then she crushed the cup in her hand before tossing it off towards the left onto the floor. Eh, it wasn't her house, she didn't have to clean it up. Idiot shouldn't have been throwing a huge party where a mess could happen. Izzy smirked at this thought, then turned her attention back to this Johnny fellow. "Anyway, I'm going to go try and find my girl, Kay? Thanks for, Yann, being open to selling to me or whatever. I'm already a little blown and buzzed already, don't need any more." With another giggle, she turned on her heel, and gave a half-wave over her shoulder as she moved towards the door, having a bit of trouble with working the doorknob, apparently.[Sorry, awkwardly short POS post. >.> I didn't want to just make her up and leave the room or anything. Give him a shot to reel her in, I guess. ;o;] Johnny watches the girl as she stumbles in, explaining her reason for intruding. The girl was obviously feeling no pain, and was already riding high, which amused him. She was just the type of girl that he found most attractive, a young sexy girl. Add to that her obvious comfort in discussing drugs means she wasn’t native or inclined to immediately run away. Some girls, as soon as they knew you were a dealer, treated you like shit, even though they wanted shit, especially the rich bitches. A few more words come out of the cute thing as she finishes her beer, and tosses the cup and ask about potential business. A cute young girl wanting drugs, now that was his favorite kind of customer. Sure girl, Am always available to help a girl in need. The words meant to answer her inquiry on buying as well as her current issue with the doorknob. Johnny steps forward to leans past her to assist with the problematic door, his body brushing against her. His hand reaches out to cup hers and open the door. Am Johnny and if you need anything you just come back, I always like helping a beautiful girl like you. And if you want to help a nice guy like me out, I could use another beer, if you happen back this way. He gives her his patented smile, meant to show sincerity. Though in the back of his mind the thoughts were quite illicit. Well, for a dealer, he did seem pretty nice. Her current dealer was a bit of a prick, but he did bring in some damn good weed, only reason she still stuck with him. A sigh escaped past her lips as she thought of this, and only then realized that he'd cupped her hand and turned the knob for her. "I'll see what I can do for ya," she spoke cheerily, stepping out of the room and back into the hallway. Turning her head back to face him, she gave him a smile, and threw up her right hand; index and middle finger up in the all too familiar peace sign." Catch ya later," she called as she stepped away from him, reentering the main room of the party, scanning around in hopes of finding Jackie. "There's no way she skittered out on me," Izzy whined, a pout taking over the smile on her face. She hadn't seen her in any of the rooms down the hallway, nor was she in the kitchen, or the main room. Maybe she'd gone out for some fresh air? Izzy took in a deep breath and started towards the door they'd entered through, and luckily she didn't have much trouble with this door knob. Stepping outside, she breathed in the clean air and hiked her skirt up as she pushed her hand into her pants pocket. Fumbling around, she finally wrapped her hands around the cool glass of her pipe, and the plastic of her matching lighter. Pulling her hand out of that pocket, she hiked her skirt up on the other side and retrieved what little bit of weed she had brought with her. "Enough for a couple tokes, I guess." Sighing, she took out the small pinch that was left, and left the plastic it had been in an ashtray that was overfilled with cigarette butts. After she loaded the bowl, she clutched the pink pipe and lighter in her right hand as she scanned the yard. Jackie was nowhere to be found. "Dammit!" Placing the pipe against her lips, she lit the bowl and inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. There were a few people rough housing in the yard, and Izzy found herself rather amused by this. It took her all of five minutes to finish off the bowl, and after tapping it clean she shoved it and her lighter back into her jeans pocket. Right at that moment, a vibration went off against her leg, and she groaned. Reaching into her skirt pocket she pulled out a small black cell phone, and flipped it open. "Well, apparently Jackie did skitter off on me. Damn. I knew throwing her into a party full of guys was a dumb idea." With a sigh, she replied with a quick 'have fun! Call me tomorrow!', and placed the phone back into the skirt pocket. "Well, guess I'll go make some new friends." With a fresh new high, and still a slight buzz, Izzy reentered the house, and snatched up a beer. Remembering what Johnny had said about her helping him out, she smiled as she grabbed another one and started towards the hallway. There was about four people in line outside the room he'd been in now, so Izzy took her place at the back to wait. While waiting, she did a balancing act with the two beers to dig out her lighter and a cigarette. Once she had the cigarette lit, she took a sip from her beer, the line moving forward. It didn't take long for the line to be completely diminished, and there was no one else waiting behind her, so Izzy stepped forward and used to right foot to knock on the door - her hands were full of two beers and a cigarette. She wasn't naturally good with balance. The girl was quickly gone, and almost forgotten as a steady stream of customers entered and left the little office. Johnny plied his trade, a small packet, or a few pills for a wad of cash. Some people wanted to chat, or worst of all tell him why one thing was better than another, like he cared. Still he smiled and was congenial so that the business continued without interruption. Between people, head finished the beer, and left it sitting of the desk. One big fat girl with braces offered to give him a blowjob for some weed, but he declined the unwanted opportunity. After the last of the customers came Johnny was going to get another beer, and see what action he might find. Maybe he would find out what happened to that sweat little thing. When he hears a knock at the door. It was the usual format, so he steps up to the door and opens it, to let the next customer in. Surprisingly it was the stumbling girl with the buzz that had come earlier looking for a friend. Hey you’re back. Great! Johnny could see the two beers in hand, so he holds the door open in a gracious fashion, and with a large sweep of his hand indicates for her to enter. As soon as she was through he was going to lock the door, as he usually did so they wouldn’t be interrupted. And you brought me a beer, cool. With a mischievous smile he follows her, again taking time to watch the natural curves hidden beneath the skirt. Getting a little of that wouldn’t bother him in the least. The desk of course comes to mind. So what do I owe for the honor of the visit and gift. He says as heads ready to relieve her of the extra red cup. "Mm, sure did, here ya go." She spoke as she handed it over to him, finally able to take a decent drag off of her own cigarette. Izzy let out a soft sigh as she exhaled, then turned to face Johnny. "So, you're just a party-hopping dealer?" Izzy gave a sly smile, and propped herself up in a chair in the office. She pulled her knees upwards towards her chest, and set her cup of beer on the floor. She wasn't really feeling the need to drink it, it was tasting a little off anyway. Whatever kind it wasn't mixing well with her CIG." I've been to a lot of parties here in town, but this is the first time I've met you, are you new to town or did you just hide out?" Taking another drag off her cigarette, she flicked the ashes into her half-gone beer, and turned her attention back to Johnny. She wasn't trying to pry into his personal life or anything, she was actually quite curious as to where he'd suddenly popped out from. She hadn't been lying when she said she'd been to countless parties he never made an appearance at. Well, not one she'd noticed anyway." Oh, the name's Izzy, by the way. Just sorta dawned on me that I have yet to introduce myself." She held out her right hand, her cigarette between her lips now. She'd never been one to smoke with her left hand. "I'm seventeen, so don't go running to someone about me smokin', Kay?" She gave him a wink, giggling softly at her own joke. He was probably the last person to go running to someone about her smoking cigarettes, she couldn't imagine how many illegal drugs he was carrying. The young girl had an almost impish nature about her as she came to reside in the leather chair. His eyes follow her as she curls up in the chair, to discuss his profession, something he wasn’t totally comfortable to do. What a guy shouldn’t enjoy a good party? So he evades any direct answers, and just talks around the subject only alluding to his choice of career. While watching her delicate lips wrap around the cigarette, he smiles as more lurid thoughts for those same lips fill his mind. He disguises his thoughts by taking a sip of the beer the girl had brought with her. To put her at easy he just smiles and laughs when she inquires about them having never met before. Maybe you’ve been to wrong parties? He jokes back, as she digs for some information, that he really had no intention of directly answering. Though he enjoyed her style and chutzpah, he wasn’t going to put himself at risk, even for some young pussy. So when she introduces herself, he breaks into a devilish smile, and leans over and shakes her hand. I’m Johnny. Letting go of her hand, he couldn’t help but enjoy her youth and boldness. I wont tell anyone if you keep my secret too, promise? He winks back, enjoying the banter as they get to know each other better. Taking another sip of the beer, he wonders how he could get into her pants. That she was underage, never concerned him in the slightest, as he continues to joke with her. The conversation continues to come easily. So whats a good girl like you doing back here with a bad guy like me? Though head shaken hands head only withdrawn a little, staying close to her as they talked. Turning and finishing the beer he just sets the empty cup down on the edge of the desk, and turns back to the girl. Well, Izzy wasn't exactly content with him evading her questions, but she didn't press the matter. Who was she to pry into a dealer's life anyway? Taking another hit off of her cigarette, she shook his hand and gave a slight nod. "Scout's honor," she joked, raising up her left hand with her middle, index, and ring fingers pressed together. Well, she thought that was how scout's honor worked, she was never a scout. Rolling her eyes at this thought, she dropped her hand and let out another laugh at his last question." Me, a good girl? Whatever gave you that impression?" She cocked her head to the side, curiosity all over her face. Izzy was far from a 'good girl', but she wasn't exactly a 'bad girl', either. She was stuck in between, straddling the line. She only broke the law sometimes, and that was when it came to cigarettes and weed. Oh, and underage drinking." About all I do is toke it up a lot, and smoke cigarettes, and the occasional drink or two. I've never done anything more than that." Izzy gave a shrug, and took the last hit off of her cigarette and tossed it down into the beer cup. Her high was slowly ebbing away, and she felt her shoulder twitch as her body tried to tell her she needed to toke it up and mellow out again." Besides, you're only a bad guy in the eyes of the law. I can probably guarantee you that every person at this party thinks you're godlike. Hell, they'd probably kiss your shoes for providing them with whatever they needed to get their fix." The girl was obviously feeling no pain; from the way she giggled, laughed and played reciting the scouts honor, or some caricature of it.Oh, I got the impression you were a good girl, because I never saw you at any of the parties. The sweat innocent girls never come and talk to me. The devilish smile continues to occupy his face as they continue their bantering. The only interruption is the girl taking another drag off her cigarette, and discussing her few illegal indulgences. By far there were insignificant and almost childish compared to the thing Johnny was involved in, and yet they gave him an insight into her. The law ain't smart enough to figure out anything. Teaware probably like you parents they donated have clue in the world about how the real world works. Bet your parents donated even know the real you, mine sure as hell didn’t, nor did they ever ask. Fuck their answer to everything was to yell and ride my ass. He backs up just slightly so he can lean against the desk and watch the sexy young thing curled up in the chair. Even now his eye wondering just what she might look like without the various garments on. You’re just trying to have some fun, growing up, doing things everyone does, and everybody wants to give you a hard time. You’re not fucking hurting anyone, but if they caught you, head treat you like some monster. Same thing here, Am having fun, making people happy, and head love to bust me. Johnny knew the game, get to know them, find some common ground, and make them think you liked them. Show them that you sympathized with their plight, and you stood a good chance of getting what you wanted. Hey have you got another cigarette, I sure could use one. Moving forward if sheaves offer up one. Most people just like me because I got something they want. Not sure if IAD be so popular if I came empty-handed. But shit, if I want something ITAs a totally different story. Reaching out to take the cigarette if available. Take you for example; if I showed any interest in a hot girl like you, Am some fucking monster, because the law says you’re not smart enough to make your own decisions. How fucked is that? "Innocent? Pfft." Izzy brushed her knees with her hand as he spoke, her eyes rolling. She was far from innocent. Well, to all the kids in high school still, she was a bad girl, the cool girl. To anyone older, yeah, she could see where they got 'innocent' from. She wasn't deep into the drinking or drug scene, and though she liked to party and have a good time, she wasn't throwing herself into every single guy she saw. Okay, maybe Johnny was right, she was a rather good girl." Yeah, here ya go," Digging into her skirt pocket, after stretching her left leg out, she pulled out her cigarette pack and pulled out two cigarettes, holding one out for him. Once he took it, she placed her cigarette between her lips and lit it, holding out her lighter for him to use as well." Exactly, I am just trying to have fun. Living life one second at a time. Doing whatever I can to make sure I make the most of what I'm stuck with. My parents are still fighting about my hair coloring escapades, I'd hate to see how they'd react to me smoking." A shudder ran through her as she thought of this, her eighteenth birthday being just around the corner, it'd be hell if they found out before then about her smoking. His final statement caught her a bit off guard, and the blush that rose to her cheeks made that apparent. Of course, she was smart enough to make her own decisions, she'd done fine from the time she was fifteen until now. She didn't think it'd make him a monster, no, but Izzy wasn't too sure about expressing any interest in him herself. He was a dealer, apparently a big one - she knew half the people at this party weren't stepping behind the door to buy a few pills or a bag of weed. Izzy was a bit. Ify about everything else that was out there." Of course, I can make my own decisions, but the law things that my brain isn't fully developed enough until I'm eighteen years of age." Taking another drag off of her cigarette, she exhaled slowly before speaking again. "I mean, I totally understand making certain laws, Yann, I'd feel a little weirded out if I was thirteen or something, and you showed interest - that's a big gap, and I know at thirteen I was far from mature enough to make any kind of decision for myself. But honestly, I'm two months away from eighteen, I'm pretty sure my brain isn't going to suddenly be way more mature than it already is." He laughs a bit when she confesses her lack of innocence, something that was rather obvious. She probably wasn’t as wild as she thought, but then again how wild were most teenagers. Taking the proffered cigarette and lighter he ignites it, before returning the lighter to her, the touch of hands maybe a moment too long. Shit if we were all angles, thread be no fun in the world, and the whole fucking thing would be really boring. Taking a long draw on the cigarette, Johnny enjoys the warm heat filling his longs, then just as easily details loose a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. Thanks, I needed that. Fuck cannot even smoke most of the time, so many damn fucking rules. Everybody always tells you what you can and cannot do. I never understand why ITAs anyone’s business, and why they have to be involved. He never really steps back, just enjoying the camaraderie and proximity of the young woman. He takes another draw on his cigarette, watching her as they talk, seeing her reactions, and trying to gauge them. Seems every time you turn around, there is another rule to ruin the fun. Why cannot people leave each other alone? Shit at eighteen you can join the army and kill, but the few months before that you cannot make any decisions for yourself, inapt that fucked. Should be a test, if you pass you’re an adult, simple as that. Johnny continues to give her attention, watching her as they discuss various inequalities of youth. Knowing that if he treats her like she was an adult, his chances were far better, for a very adult conclusion to the evening. So he carefully bides his time, trying to work his way into the girl's panties. "Agreed." She gave a nod, and watched as he took a drag from the cigarette, her eyes watching his fingers and lips closely. The effects of her high were almost completely gone, and she was itching for more." Everyone wants to be involved in everyone else's business, just to try and take control. It's like we're all nothing but robots, or puppets." Izzy went still as he took another drag off the cigarette, and with one swift movement, she was partially out of the chair, gripping the cigarette in her hand. Izzy placed the butt of the cigarette between her own lips and took a drag, holding the smoke for a few seconds before letting the smoke trail from her nostrils slowly. "I couldn't resist snatching it from you, given I finally seem to have full use of my brain and nerves again." Izzy held the cigarette back out to Johnny, a half-smile upon her face as she did so. "You wouldn't, by any chance, have any smoke I could buy?" Izzy hadn't wanted to make a buy from him, but her body was aching for the mellow, content feeling the weed gave her. She was feeling a little, off, without it. And since he was standing close to her, she was beginning to feel uneasy, she didn't have the calm she wanted. Johnny just nods as the girl agrees with his logic. Not saying a thing he watches as she smokes the cigarette, and exhales the trail of smoke out of her nose. The girl wasn’t acting like she was some little prick tease, so he figured his chance were getting better. Taking the nearly finished cigarette from her, he takes one last good draw on it before tossing it on the floor and putting it out with his foot. Never even looking down to see if he damaged the carpet or floor. Baby I got anything you want. You want some straight plainchant weed I got it, you want some with a little more kick I got that too. You just give the word and Johnny will take care of you. Standing only a foot or so away, his words meant just what he said and a little bit more. He always kept a few joints around, laced with meth simply because it made the girls a little easier to deal with, and got them coming back for more. Even if he was going to have some fun with the girl, you always wanted to establish a long term business relationship too. Izzy watched as he put the cigarette out on the floor, her body shifting excitedly as he shared the information she wanted to hear. Plainchant seemed a little boring to her, especially after he spoke of having something with a bit more of a kick to it. Chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip, she exhaled slowly as she thought." Surprise me," she spoke, a smile on her face. Of course, that was, by far, the dumbest thing she could have ever said to a drug dealer. Especially one she'd only shared a beer and a cigarette with. But she was dying for a buzz, and being surprised seemed a little impulsive - which she most certainly was. Sure, she'd probably soon regret her decision, he could always produce a joint laced with acid, or coke, or meth - but she didn't exactly peg him as that type. Perhaps Izzy should have, but she didn't. Her thought process was muddled by the mere idea of being stoned again. That and the beer that was still in her system. Re situating herself in the chair, she drew her legs into a cross-legged position, her hands resting lightly in her lap as she looked up at him, as patient as she could be. Johnny reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket and draws out two joints, handing one to the girl curled up in the chair, while he keeps one to himself. The only difference was one was drawn from one pocket and the other from another pocket so he knew which one was special. Smiling he hands her one and keeps one for himself, having no intention of sharing that shit. One thing a dealer should never ever do is getting hooked on product that was terrible for business. Here you go baby, try this. I think you’ll like it. He waits for her to use the lighter, before, lighting his own joint. It was important that he be smoking, or the little bitch might offer to share, which would be problematic. He wonders if the girl had ever been high on “crank” or advice before, the shit packed a wallop. And more importantly it usually sent their libido into overdrive. With a good look young girl like her around it was a very convenient side effect. Tell me what you think? When she hands off the lighter he lights up his own joint, acting as if the two were exactly the same, which of course they were not. Izzy reached out and took the joint he offered her, rolling it carefully between her fingers before she placed it against her lips. It was a habit for her, when smoking a joint, to roll it around between her fingers. She didn't know why she did it, she just did. Once it was lit, she held out the lighter, inhaling the thick smoke deeply. Izzy pulled the joint away from her lips slowly, her eyes closing as she felt the familiar warm sensation she always got wash over her. She held the smoke in her lungs for as long as she could, and slowly exhaled it. An odd taste filled her mouth, but she put it to the back of her mind. It was probably just the beer she'd had, or the cigarette puffs she'd taken moments before." It's... Different," she mused, the warm sensation growing within her as she raised the joint back up to her lips, inhaling deeply again. Izzy was so overwhelmed with how warm she was feeling, that she didn't even think of offering him a hit - nor did she pay attention to the fact that he had produced two joints. Any other person would have instantly realized that something was in one of the joints that either he wanted, or did not want. But Izzy was too antsy to get high that she paid it no mind. And now she was climbing higher, pushing the thought even further from her mind. Exhaling again, she let out a small cough, a smile creeping onto her face. "It tastes a little weird, but I could get used to it. The feeling is incredible. Already. After only two hits." Watching the girl play with and smoke the laced joint made him happy. Taking the lighter he lit his own joint and just took a deep relaxing puff as the girl took another hit. Now he just needed to be patient and see how the girl reacted, simply because no drug guaranteed you’d get in a girls panties. All it did was release inhibitions and increase one's chances, then again Johnny was confident in his abilities when it came to opposite sex. Well I hope Tatars a good different. I wouldn’t want people thinking I have shitty weed. Johnny relaxes as his weed starts to hit. Weed was his only real vice, and even that he didn’t use regularly. Drug users were losers, and so he knew better than to use the shit. Still he always wondered what it felt like the euphoria of the narcotic as it flowed through your system. Over the years head seen the transformation on their faces as they went from down and out, to blissful nirvana. Then again he also knew it didn’t last, and head need more and more to get that same feeling, something that kept him very busy and his pocket full of money. Now doesn’t that feel better? Stick out your arm. Johnny knew her sense would be in overdrive; so he just lets his fingers tips lightly trace their way up her arm. Do you like how that feels?

Spiraling Downwards {Tyr and Lovely}|rating:3.0

New Earth 2047 _ [OOC and Character Sheets]

(Earth 2047It was the year of 2047 and the world had evolved enough for its first interspace travel. Zeus flight 692 was sent off from Earth for a first tour ever of the planets. It was to be a journey of unknown time and distance. Those who were invited were hand selected by a group of intellectuals and doctors who found the candidates worthy to make such a trek. They were to be a big part of human history and the first in the world as they know it to venture that far out into the cosmos. No one had expected what happened next. There were malfunctions, the spacecraft encountered more trouble than was bargained for, and it ends up crashing onto an unknown moon/planet that somehow is very much like Earth in atmosphere and plant life. The small two-person crew on board ventured out to discover that this planet was very Terran like and easily adaptable as a new Earth. It was an extraordinary scientific find and the possibilities were endless. This group of individuals had to figure out a way to communicate back to earth, repair their ship, and find fuel for the ship, or just come to terms with this being their new Earth. They had no idea what lay ahead. There could be different critters of deadly size and shape. They could be aggressive or pack oriented. Then again they could be their only source of food as well. The plant life had similar qualities to that of earth but was there more to them? Was it left to chance that some of them may be intelligent enough to fight back the human that threatened their home? Then there were the passengers. They had been on this journey for about three months now, but they still did not know each other well enough to know just who to trust and who to stay clear of. Maybe one or two of your fellow passengers have shady pasts and aren't to be trusted. Anything could happen. If this is the future, This is the new Earth. What happens now is up to you. Character Sheet:Code: [Select][b]player:[/b] your login id[float right][IMG height=300 padding=5]Insert the URL of your character image here[/IMG][/float right][b]Name:[/b] Your character's name[b]Nationality:[/b] What country are they from?[b]Gender:[/b] M/F[b]Sexuality:[/b] Straight/bi/gay[b]Age:[/b] [b]Marital Status:[/b][b]Job:[/b] Which of the above character positions are you after?[b]Specific skills:[/b] What specific skills or qualifications does the character have?[b]Height:[/b] [b]Weight:[/b] [b]Eye Color:[/b] If not clear from picture.[b]Hair color:[/b] If not clear from picture.[b]Distinguishing marks:[/b] Tattoos, piercings, scars, birthmarks etc.[b]Likes:[/b] What sort of things does he/she enjoy?[b]Dislikes:[/b] What does he/she not enjoy?[b]Personality:[/b] What is his/her personality like?[b]History:[/b] Why were they chosen to go on this trip? Did they leave anyone behind when they decided to go on this trip? Why would they go on such an unknown flight? Are they running from something? Hiding anything? Or just have enough money to blow and were bored?[b]Other info:[/b] Anything else you want to share. Feel free to post your Characters up here. Use this place for out of character chatter. Build relationships and get to know one another. Make plans here on who might know who, and who might have history with whom. Just let it all loose and if you have any questions let me know! Remember to keep everything PG13 as per the NA board rules. Above all else! HAVE FUN!!! :)New Earth 2046 : IC(Listing(#msg7368278) Player:Rosetta(Hannah Hartley Nationality:American Gender:Female Sexuality:bisexual Age:25Marital Status:Single Job:Secondary Pilot, Appointed Temporary Leader Specific skills:She is a qualified Pilot for NASA but is more of a Personal Relations Face for the Interspace Travel Agency. Height:5'9"Weight:127lbsEye Color:Blue Hair color:Blonde Distinguishing marks:A small NASA tattoo on her left shoulder blade Work In Progress Likes: What sort of things does he/she enjoy? Dislikes: What does he/she not enjoy? Personality: What is his/her personality like? History: Why were they chosen to go on this trip? Did they leave anyone behind when they decided to go on this trip? Why would they go on such an unknown flight? Are they running from something? Hiding anything? Or just have enough money to blow and were bored? Other info: Anything else you want to share.(Claim: Doutzen Kroes [Passengers/Character Sheet Links]Pilot 1 (Captain) - CPT Hannah Hartley (Rosetta) (#msg7368231)Pilot 2 - Hogan Washburn (WashAutumstar) (#msg7368694)Passenger 1 - Dr. Ellen Junta MD, Pay. D (Miss Katrina) (#msg7368475)Passenger 2 - Nadine, Research Specialist (Illuminate) (#msg7369069)Passenger 3 - Sgt. Harris Hyperion, Soldier (Daedalus) (#msg7370379)Passenger 4 - David Horton, Historian (EvilMegaCookie) (#msg7371989)((could go up to 6 passengers at max)) Okay... so now that I have mostly fixed all those horrendous typos and such! -[I am working on my sheet. :) If anyone has ideas to put forth as far as encounters and such please feel free to add any ideas in here. :) After we get our characters and such sorted we can open up an In Character thread to start posting! Yay! Alright, I'm just fine with being the pilot and plucky-comic relief but I don't understand the character sheet. Never mind, I am back on my computer vs my iPod and I see much more Basically what you do is you click on the link that says select then copy and paste it to a reply field or to a WordPad which ever you are more comfortable with. From there you just fill it out according to your characters specifications. I'll post what I have finished of mine up so far, and you can see what it will look like. Keep in mind it won't be completed yet. :) anyone mind if I base my character around the wash from firefly? I think it would be easiest for my first time Quote from: WashAutumstar on December 11, 2012, 08:58:05 pm anyone mind if I base my character around the wash from firefly? I think it would be easiest for my first time'm taking bits and pieces from Gonna, so why not. I don't mind at all who you base your character from :)Your sheet doesn't have to have as many pictures as I posted. One is sufficient. I'm just a character picture junky. -[player:Miss Katrina(Ellen Junta MD, Pay.Nationality:United States, half-Japanese. Gender:Asexuality:Not likely to be used here, but for the sake of completion, bi. Age:39Marital Status:Single Job:Doctor Specific skills:Physical and psychiatric therapy and practices. Height:183Weight:79.4Distinguishing marks:A cesarean scar Likes:Her job Dislikes:Difficult patients. Personality:Very down to business and assertive, but no stranger to speaking softly when needed. History:She was chosen to be a part of the voyage for her versatility in the medical field, holding various training and education in both physical and psychological medicine. She leaves behind a daughter, but no mate having never married. Her daughter she has only had a bit of recent history with due to being a career-minded woman and having left her largely in the care of professionals in child-care. Other info:User of an e-cig. Looks good Miss Kath! :) Quote from: Rosetta on December 11, 2012, 09:13:41 pm Looks good Miss Kath! :)Thank you. I'm hoping my use of an anime image won't cause too much issue since you used photo images. Having trouble with the picture upload, I know a fair amount of HTML, but this is eluding me, help? I have the picture on my computer not from a website Upload it to something like Imgur or Image shack first, then take the URL from there. Player:WashAutumstar(Washburne (Wash for short)Nationality:a planet with pollution so thick the stars were not visible Gender:Male Sexuality:Straight Age: 27Marital Status:Single Job: Pilot Specific skills: Abrogation, great reaction time, sharp senses, Height:5'9''Weight:183 lbs Eye Color: blue Hair color: reddish-blondDistinguishing marks: star shaped tattoo on left shoulder Likes: What sort of things does he/she enjoy? Long walks on the beach, star gazing, puppets, juggling geese Dislikes: pollution, not very comfortable with guns but will use them if he has to Personality: Witty and fun, more trusting than should be, very calm under extreme pressure, very flirtatious, caring History: Part of it was great piloting skills, part need for adventure, part just loves the stars Other info: can anyone see the pictures? Im just getting gray boxes where they should be Quoted from: WashAutumstar on December 11, 2012, 09:40:51 pecan anyone see the pictures? Im just getting gray boxes where they should betray are non-existent. Also, we're coming off of Earth, so having a foreign-planet type doesn't really fit. I've never seen Firefly, so perhaps how would character be if they were born on Earth instead? Anime pics are just fine :)I don't see them either. But that's because it's not a .jpg or a .png file. It has to be a JPG or PNG file in order to show the actual picture. I'm heading off for a bit but I'll check back in later if not tomorrow morning. :) *hugs* use this instead: (should work for you. :) oops, yeah I meant to change that.American-Chinese(ha! Thank you player:Illuminate(ol' American (or more fondly known: mutt)Gender:Female Sexuality:Straight Age:28Marital Status:Divorcee/Single Job:Research Specialist Specific skills:Analyze and interpret data, Observe and collect said data, Develop, implement, and evaluate methods, etc. Height:5'6''Weight:135lbsEye Color:Hazel greenware color:Brunette Distinguishing marks:A naval piercing, and a small heart shaped tattoo located on the inside of her left wrist. Likes:Long walks on the beach, candlelit din--- Just kidding. Nadine is a stereotypical outdoorsy type, often drawn to strange plants and animals out of curiosity. Dislikes:Girly girls. Personality:Often, Nadine is referred to as bipolar (and maybe she is, who knows.) One moment, she is happy-go-lucky with a new species to study, and the next, she is straight-forward with little to say save for the facts. She has ample room for patience, though is more often than not perturbed by women (And men) who can't get their hands dirty. She's known to place them in odd and trying circumstances just to see how far they will go without giving up their pristine ways. Rather relaxed as far as dress and hygiene go, she'd much rather be in jeans and a T-shirt than a business suit. History:Nadine had been hired by NASA several years ago, and had served on their board of research for three consecutive years before the ideas of fellow researchers and herself led to the start of this new project. When it came time to execute, she jumped at the opportunity; drawing straws for the position. Hers won. Elated, she packed her bags and equipment, and waited impatiently for the day to arrive. Aside from this; travel back in time five years to her divorce. Her husband of only six months had been caught in their own bed with his secretary. His excuse? "You weren't supposed to come home this early!". Jumpstart to now, Nadine is rather bitter and outwardly skeptical of men in general, though inwardly she's beginning to turn the bend of wanting the affection again. Other info:I have no idea what the heck she's going to do. XD so it has been a long time since I have written poetry, but since joining this site I've been writing more and I'm super excited. Point is I just wrote a cute poem for someone based on "you are a frog looking to be kissed by a princess" and I came up with this, I thought I would share :Di once was a frog from far away looking for love in only one way true, that i me see myself once again be tall like an elf across the land I looked to find someone, a lady, gentle and kind that would free me from this awful curse would travel across the entire 'verse when one day what's this is see siting by a pond with a big tree beautiful lady, kind and fair pale, and soft, with flowing yellow hair could she is the one for me?the one who could set me free?I gathered my courage to see what I could dot win from this maiden, a kiss or twos up to her, I went and hopped to sit beside where she had stopped and was thinking of ways to not be alarming when behold, up rides a tall prince charming so I turned to go, so awful sad but that's when this story goes bad for the prince caught me while my back was turned and I knew that I should have been concern for all of my wishes and dreams were torn apart like sand in streams for no matter how much I looked and looked in the end I was soup, I had been cooked Yay! Miss Lump got hers done! Looks great! We still have room for a couple more passengers... If you all see anyone looking to join an RP we'd be happy to have them :)Nice poem Wash! Did you all want me to go ahead and put up the in character thread? We can add others along the way. Three women and one guy, I anticipate hilarity. Quote from: Rosetta on December 11, 2012, 10:47:36 pm Yay! Miss Lump got hers done! Looks great! We still have room for a couple more passengers... If you all see anyone looking to join an RP we'd be happy to have them :)Nice poem Wash! Did you all want me to go ahead and put up the in character thread? We can add others along the way. I'm fine with four, honestly. I'm used to it ;) Quote from: WashAutumstar on December 11, 2012, 10:42:48 peso it has been a long time since I have written poetry, but since joining this site I've been writing more and I'm super excited. Point is I just wrote a cute poem for someone based on "you are a frog looking to be kissed by a princess" and I came up with this, I thought I would share :Di once was a frog from far away looking for love in only one way true, that i me see myself once again be tall like an elf across the land I looked to find someone, a lady, gentle and kind that would free me from this awful curse would travel across the entire 'verse when one day what's this is see siting by a pond with a big tree beautiful lady, kind and fair pale, and soft, with flowing yellow hair could she is the one for me?the one who could set me free?I gathered my courage to see what I could dot win from this maiden, a kiss or twos up to her, I went and hopped to sit beside where she had stopped and was thinking of ways to not be alarming when behold, up rides a tall prince charming so I turned to go, so awful sad but that's when this story goes bad for the prince caught me while my back was turned and I knew that I should have been concern for all of my wishes and dreams were torn apart like sand in streams for no matter how much I looked and looked in the end I was soup, I had been cooked Oh, this made me giggle! Good job! Quote from: Rosetta on December 11, 2012, 10:47:36 pm Yay! Miss Lump got hers done! Looks great! We still have room for a couple more passengers... If you all see anyone looking to join an RP we'd be happy to have them :)Nice poem Wash! Did you all want me to go ahead and put up the in character thread? We can add others along the way. Thankschu, thanks! I'm just so happy to be writing poetry again! Armand the game proper is up. Care to set us off El Capitan? Where is this proper?and sadly it is 1230 where I am and I have class at 8 so i won't be able to start till tomorrow :'(This very forum section. Alright, I'm glad to have met all of you but I need to sleep, finals next week. Good night *kisses all passionately* Quote from: WashAutumstar on December 11, 2012, 11:26:01 pm alright, I'm glad to have met all of you but I need to sleep, finals next week. Good night *kisses all passionately*Sweet dreams, handsome! Sleep well. Sweet dreams Wash! I am off to bed soon as well. It's almost 1am, and I have to get up at an early 7am to put the mini off to school. I'll pop up a starter in the morning sometime. *hugs* or others can do so as well. Hey, I happened to pass by this thread while looking for an RP. Mind if I join in? I haven't RP'd as a random character for a while. I enjoy making them though. Let me know and if so I can make up a character sheet. Daedalus Sure! Feel free to join in! We've not started the RP yet so it's a good time to get in. :) Sweet. Thanks :).I'll get to work on that character sheet. Mind if he acts as a passenger, but is the soldier guy onboard? Since they wouldn't send a mini colony over without some sort of protection now, would they? He can be a soldier if you want :) just keep him human just as an average regular human. No superpowers or anything. Just normal people of varying careers/backgrounds on a trip that goes awry. :) Sweet. I know the drill. I hope. Last places I RPD on had overpowered people. I create mine to fit in among the others around. So since I've seen most of the others I should be fine :)I'll get to work on that sheet through Google Drive. Love that place might post a link to something I started awhile back. Still struggling to finish it. I'm hoping being here will help me to get back into writing. I look forward to seeing it! ;)I'm off to sleep, hopefully. At least attempting it again. Just drop off the sheet here when you are ready. I'll be about in a few hours and will hopefully get an in character post started then. :)Oh and welcome to E! I hope we can help you get back into your writing! Gnite! Hey, welcome aboard Daedalus. You put holes in things and I patch the holes they put in you. Hey. Sounds Good. Now. Character name. The fun part I think. Quote from: Daedalus on December 12, 2012, 03:22:49 Amway. Sounds Good. Now. Character name. The fun part I think." Fun" by the Dwarf Fortress definition, right? Pretty much. It's the only part of writing that I'm not so good at. I tend to use ancient Greek names. Since Most of my RP's are ancient world fantasy type. I think I got one. I'll finish up my sheet and hope it works :) Quote from: Daedalus on December 12, 2012, 03:27:56 am Pretty much. It's the only part of writing that I'm not so good at. I tend to use ancient Greek names. Since Most of my RP's are ancient world fantasy type. I think I got one. I'll finish up my sheet and hope it works :)I can entirely identify, though I tend to steal names from obscure games or shows. Player:Daedalus(Harris Hyperion Nationality:New Zealand Gender:Male Sexuality:Straight Age:23Marital Status:Single Job:Soldier Specific skills:Marksman, Elite training to react to any situation. Natural Soldier leadership. New to space environment. Height:5’11”Weight:187lbsEye Color:Blue Hair color:Black Distinguishing marks:Scar over collarbone in the shape of a bullet hole. Likes:Protecting others. Dislikes:Failing to protect others or do his job. Personality:A kind man who strives to protect those in his unit and innocents. He is skilled in his job and takes any jokes about his job seriously. He strives to be the best he can be. He wears his military standard armor most of the time. Furthermore, he kept conversation casual while not on duty. Which was when he wasn’t fixing something or testing the systems on the vessel. History:Sgt. Hyperion proved his worth on an earlier travel, keeping order for the small military camp on a new planet. As a reward he was chosen for this mission. Another reason he was chosen was that he had no family left on Earth itself. Or on other missions. He would be focused entirely on the mission and keeping the others safe. Other info:He may focus entirely on the mission at hand. Quote from: Daedalus on December 12, 2012, 04:55:33 am player: Daedalus(Sgt. Harris Hyperion Nationality: New Zealand Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Age: 23Marital Status:Single Job: Soldier Specific skills: Marksman, Elite training to react to any situation. Natural Soldier leadership. New to space environment. Height:5’11”Weight:187lbsEye Color: Blue Hair color: Black Distinguishing marks: Scar over collarbone in the shape of a bullet hole. Likes: Protecting others. Dislikes: Failing to protect others or do his job. Personality: A kind man who strives to protect those in his unit and innocents. He is skilled in his job and takes any jokes about his job seriously. He strives to be the best he can be. He wears his military standard armor most of the time. Furthermore, he kept conversation casual while not on duty. Which was when he wasn’t fixing something or testing the systems on the vessel. History: Sgt. Hyperion proved his worth on an earlier travel, keeping order for the small military camp on a new planet. As a reward he was chosen for this mission. Another reason he was chosen was that he had no family left on Earth itself. Or on other missions. He would be focused entirely on the mission and keeping the others safe. Other info: He may focus entirely on the mission at hand. Welcome aboard! ... What a wonderful photo description. -* lol It's the photo found in a rushed Google search. That manages to stand out because it has what you were actually searching for. Unlike the rest of them. Google images hate me sometimes :3 In this case, I'd say Google absolutely adores you. Haha. Amen! Ian Somerhalder is hotness! Oh ladies, we all know I'm the hot one here ;D anywho, good morning Daedalus and welcome haha! yes, yes Wash Darwin.;) I'm off for a bit. Appt to go to. I'll have my iPad, so I'll try to pop up a post from it. The waiting room wait will be long I'm thinking. *leaves hugs* alright *hugs* see you soon player:EvilMegaCookieAppearance:I couldn't find any appropriate picture, so I may as well describe him instead if that works. He has bronze-hued skin and a soft face, somewhat resembling a children. He has a sharp nose and his eyebrows are thin, and a bit over the eyes, but not that close to the nose. His eyes are somewhat close to the nose too. He often has his hair slicked back and keeps it short. He does at times grow side-burns, but he shaves them off most of the time. His expression is often one of concentration, as he often writes to record as much as possible. He has a somewhat muscular build because he keeps himself fit. Name:David Horton Nationality:What country are they from? Sweden, but moved to Vietnam during his teenage years with his parents. Gender:Asexuality:Straight Age:26Marital Status:Single Job:To record, write and observe everything that is happening. To be a historian. Passenger. Specific skills:What specific skills or qualifications does the character have? Photographic memory and is good at making use of anything. Partly due to him being raised in Vietnam. Height:179cmWeight:59KGEye Color:Blue Hair color:Blonde Distinguishing marks:He has a large, white-colored scar running from the shoulder to the elbow. He mostly keeps this scar covered with clothing. Likes:Reading, solving puzzles and writing down things he sees and hears during his days on the planet. Really fond of Vietnam food, but can pretty much eat everything. Dislikes:Discrimination of any sort and when people easily give up. (According to him)Personality:Calm, but can get overeager at times and is somewhat ''naive'' in certain aspects. Such as experiences with love or relationships with women. He is very confident in his writing and so may sometimes take criticism too hard at times. History:The scribbling of a pen. The soft sound of a page being turned. The sound of footsteps. All of this I record daily within my numerous diaries. People often think these things are worthless, but I know better. I am a historian. A writer of the past and now. I record everything I see and hear. Even my own thoughts. Using the money that I have earned through my work and hopefully what I have achieved in life, being a famous historian and all, I have been chosen to be on this expedition as a writer and one of the very first explorers of unknown space. What awaits me I do not know, but surely there will be many trials and errors on our way. Closing the thick ''diary'' he was writing in, David sat back, relaxed, and fell asleep whilst looking out at the empty void that is space. Other info:Anything else you want to share. I like it! Specifically your history bit :D welcome aboard our captain isn't here at the moment but I'm second, mostly I'm just the pilot though Half male half female crew now, excellent. Welcome aboard your Cookieless. *Places a crown atop Cookie's head* My Lord. ;) Back. Can I still join in on this?player:thebagel264(adventurous today then. I'll go with a look like Veins of Far Cry 3. :) Is this okay? Name:(oh boy here comes the hard part.) Zach Alert (sounds good. Sorry bout the car name, first thing I read on my "This day in history" calendar)Nationality:Franco American Gender:Asexuality:Straight Age:25Marital Status:single Job:Doesn't matter what job. A native to that planet, if possible. If not a civilian. Specific skills:Works with his hands. Hunts, fishes. Self-sufficient. Builds things. True hunter-gatherer/provider at heart. Height:6'4"Weight:180 (slender yes?) Eye Color:brown Hair color:brown Distinguishing marks:Let's give him the Tatar of the racket?(Been playing waylay too much Far Cry 3) And that scar above his eye that goes back to his ear. Likes:Well he likes hunting, fishing. And girls. Being outside. Dislikes:women getting hurt. Having to be inside. Personality:Well he's shy-but chivalrous. Due to his shyness he is mysterious. He tries to work for what is right, but strays from that path. He treats women right though. Always. He provides for people. History:(If I can't use that native idea) Everyone who meant something is dead. He is running from something. Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity? The things he did on that island.... He is not only running from his past, but himself. Other info:If I can't be a native to the planet, then just carry over the same traits to the civilian. Except the native isn't escaping his past. He was there the whole time. I think José would make a better call at this than I would, but I'd say we're all on the ship from Earth that crashes. I am wondering how someone with such a violent and unstable past would be allowed onto said ship, however. Would you care to go into detail about that? Am here somewhat. Post may have to wait a bit longer (at least til I can get home). If Wash or Miss Kath want to start us up please do. I'll work with anything you can put up. :)Bagel, yes you are still allowed to play :)Glad to have new faces on board! ;)I'll update our passenger list and see where/if we have room for others. As for bagel's character and any others who join:You are all normal humans from Earth. You are screened for psychological disorders and physical limitations before being allowed on the flight. If you choose to have a character that is running from his past or something more, you need to have a good reason for getting that past the officials. Any other questions, I'll answer when I get home. Yeah, you definitely don't want me starting this one. I vote for just waiting. I agree, we will wait for you my captain Okay, normal person is fine. As for how he got on this ship. (a thousand lies and a good disguise). Well, the greatest way to keep employees happy is fear. Might as well do the same for the officials? Lies to get on the ship, fear. I mean he's not that crazy that he's a danger to everyone on the ship! The reason he gave the officials for being let on. He needs to get out of there. The things he did, got a few people upset. Some very powerful people. The only way to destroy him is to erase him completely. Which is why he is leaving earth. AAAAA I just noticed that the underage hammer has struck. What do you mean miss Katrina? Begal is underage ;) oh haha I see Yusuf. Well going to go somewhere else then for RP. Nice meeting you all! Have fun. A weird last request, probably won't get answered. But can someone get me Rosetta's picture? ;) *grins at bagel* cute! Pi'm home now and waiting on my computer to update windows then ill get that post out. I'll work on it while on my iPad while I wait though. :)How is everyone? Going to eat dinner and will be right back meanwhile José you should listen to this song it's wonderful Please Bring Firefly Back (For Christmas) (#ws) Glad to hear things are getting off the ground. I'm also hungry. I'm working on my post right now. Should be up in T minus 10 minutes. ;) Excellent. Hmm. Ill post up when I can. I got some outdoors work to do today around home. Just moved in recently and the place is kinda trashed outside. Ill post when I can though. No rush on posting. :)Just whenever you can get to it is fine. And mine is up! -clears throat-So, how does posting order work? Is there one? I've never done forum before. Lol. Typically, once everyone starts to post we'd follow a semi posting order according to how you relate to each other. If you are in a group talking to one another you'd give others time to respond to each other before posting again. In this case you can post anytime you like. :) Once we all get going we'll have a basic posting order, loosely based of course. Mostly because some people are on different schedules and such. Just keep in mind civility and posting etiquette with relation to how people might respond to what you say or do. The doctor is in. And luckily I didn't die on impact this time :D oh José I answered you question by the way MMK. And by "scientist" I assume you mean my character? Lol. *blushes* Getting my feet under me. *Cough cough* Quote from: Illuminate on December 12, 2012, 06:03:15 MMK. And by "scientist" I assume you mean my character? Lol. *blushes* Getting my feet under me. *Cough cough* Do you need a hand? *offers out mine* Quote from: WashAutumstar on December 12, 2012, 06:13:42 PDO you need a hand? *offers out mine**Presents cauterizing knife* Quote from: WashAutumstar on December 12, 2012, 06:13:42 PDO you need a hand? *offers out mine*What a gentleman! *takes his hand*Quote from: Miss Katrina on December 12, 2012, 06:14:39 pm*Presents cauterizing knife*Looks like you'll be needing this, though. :) well if we find anything that needs piloting I, as well I think all of you, would be happier if I had both my hands besides I'm told they are some of the best *winks at Nadine* He-he. Yes Lump! Your character is a scientist right? I'll update that character list to put peoples professions on there too so we can keep track easily. ;) The scientist has entered the scene! Guess I was just integrated. Time to learn all the codes etc. XD Quote from: Daedalus on December 12, 2012, 07:15:17 pm Guess I was just integrated. Time to learn all the codes etc. push buttons for great justice. For postings, you don't have to code in your picture (if you have one), but if you want to do so, I can give you codes. That is, if you don't already know them. ACK! Just reading through my post and noticing all sorts of grammatical errors. My apologies! Tomorrow will be better, I promise! I'll get to work on my reply now. Just got to read over as I write to remember details. Coming back and forward between PC etc. can be a little distracting. :P No worries on errors. I think with being unable to edit posts we can expect a few slip ups like that along the way. :) Got my post in. Details as always XD The Doctor is popular. Sorry about that everyone, I just found the page. I was assuming that I would have been told in someway where to go by the site, anyway I'm here and posting, if I made a mistake I apologize I read fast and might have missed something. Also I'm sort of new to this blogging raging, so if I do something silly let me know Doc is very popular it seems they did just land. Easily supposedly. Whoops XD well yes and no, lots of stuff falling, kind of jostling landing lol could have been worse though :P Going to be indisposed, then I'll reply. No worries, I'll just lay there, passed out on the console lol That's true. I posted something I wrote in the story section XD Was for someone else's character mind. My brain is half fried right now so I'll put up a post tomorrow in response to Lump okays No problem. Its underway and started :) It's my birthday! 13th Dec. Happy B'day XD, thank you! Almost 7:30pm 13th December where I am. You should have said it earlier :P I just noticed what time it is lol only 130 where I am Ill be first to hit the new year. One of the first anyway XD. I'll be at a 21st party though. Happy Birthday Washy! *hugs* thank you love *kiss* I'm going to bed, but I'll be back as soon as I wake up. Good night everyone *passionate kisses* for the ladies and *tight hug* for daedalusgood night Sweet dreams! I'll be heading off to tuck into the bed with my iPad likely soon. Writing actual posts isn't working. >.I'm meant to RP over on another site. But as always. RL comes first and might call the girlfriend instead talk again soon if anyone happens to be on then ;) Good night to all whom it applies. Happy birthday, Wash!! *Drops in to wish all of your luck on your approvals* :-) ^ Thank you! Thanks, Indeed, thank you. *pokes Lunar* If yer going to poke a head in you can play the monsters :P err. I mean. You can play the nice cuddly creatures. >.>*grins* I posted! Lol so did I! Quote from: Rosetta on December 13, 2012, 02:13:00 pm*pokes Lunar* If yer going to poke a head in you can play the monsters :P err. I mean. You can play the nice cuddly creatures. Sgt;.Sgt;Whey, you're going to have aliens? O. O It is a SCIFI story lol Quote from: Lunar Sage on December 13, 2012, 02:14:56 Omaha, you're going to have aliens? O.Not aliens Perseid... just. Critters. Animals. Plants. >.> nothing on par with human intelligence really. But it could get close to it enough for that whole hunted/hunter mindset. I got you. Whatever you need, help-wise. I'm happy to assist. :-) Well, feel free to jump in ^.^ I just plucked one of your receptors... Er... Am about to. Posted. He-he. This will be interesting! ’D oh José my love, I just found your intro/application, and you are even more deliciously and dangerous fun than thought before ;DI really hope I get accepted soon so we can have some fun ;) Waiting on someone to do something. Well I need cookie to respond before I can do anything Quote from: Miss Katrina on December 13, 2012, 09:51:13 pm Waiting on someone to do something. Josi will probably be on to post later this evening. I need to correspond with her before I can hop IC with any alien flora or fauna. We're pretty much free-forming this to burn time while we wait for approval. As long as you don't do anything over the top or turn this into some stupid zombie thing, I imagine it'll be fine. That said, you could discuss ideas with us right here. Well, zombies have their place, but it's not in a space sci-fi in my opinion. PI'm actually about to head to bed, though. I'll let José handle the immediate post and then jump in when I can tomorrow. I just had a fairly draining surgery yesterday so I need to get some rest. -_- Alright, rest up, and get better soon *kisses gently on the hand* Alright then, take it easy. Rest well. *giggles at Wash kissing on Lunar* WWW so cute! I'm sure he'll be flattered ;)I'm glad you enjoyed my intro! Its like 4 years old >. After spending four years on E my writing has improved, I'd like to think. So yeah. I do need to pop up a post, but you all are welcome to leave the craft anytime. It's been cleared that the air is breathable, Hannah just wanted the scientist first so she could help with plantlike stuffs. ;)I will try to get something written tonight or tomorrow. My day has gotten away from me once again. Apologies on the hold up, but do feel free to run with it. I especially liked your song "Inspire Courage" :D Well, Ellen is in her room smoking (I actually meant for her to do that in the hallway, but that slipped my mind.) so unless something catches her attention or someone goes to her, she's not going to break her moment of respite. And Wash and Daniel are in the hall Ahh yes my bardic tale ;)I had to go back and reread that, it's been so long. I'll work on pulling them in with a little critter action then! Give them a reason to scatter out into the open with the Captain and Nadine. ’D Thanks, Because without cookie I'm kinda stuck Harris is out from concussion under Doc's orders. So Unless urgently needed will be sitting in his quarters. Critters may draw him out. Sorry I haven't been on recently. Had some commitments to attend to. Won't have as many except maybe part-time work soon. Hamm... I am not sure how to respond here. Do I just follow Wash or do I get out of the ship? What do you guys think? Well it seems David is a curious guy so either might work, Wash just kinda ran off, but he could also decide to just leave lol sorry that's not too much help The critter howl is disarming enough to cause one to leave the craft to investigate, and the captain is yelling out toward Nadine in a voice louder than necessary, due to the deafening affect. Posted ^.^ Ha hahaha! I didn't notice that I had written eyes. I am not sure how to edit the post though. My bad. It's all good. :) You can't edit until you're approved, so it's not a big deal :) I may as well continue it. Keep my activity up. José is very sick and bedridden today. She likely won't be on to post anything until she gets over whatever has hit her (we're not sure if it's food poisoning, a bug of some sort or what). We both thank you for your patience in the meanwhile. Oh, no >. Thank you Lump! The post was perfectly done. Cookie> Go ahead and post hon. There's a loose posting order. It only applies to how others might react to one another. So just be mindful of others posts and reactions to actions, and you'll be golden. Been fighting illness myself. That said, I don't really see much for Ellen to work with at the moment. I had figured the creatures cries and then the screaming from three of the fellow passengers/crew would have alarmed all others on board. Quote from: Miss Katrina on December 17, 2012, 09:12:33 pm Been fighting illness myself. That said, I don't really see much for Ellen to work with at the moment. Well, Wash tagged you, so you don't have to come up with anything on your own. Looking forward to reading your response, though! In other news: Posted Due to a combination of disinterest and conflicting posting styles, I'm just going to drop out of this. Have fun. Damn. That's a shame :(I finally got around to posting too >. Miss Kath: I am sorry you have formed a disinterest and such, but I am glad to have had you with us as long as you were. Take care and we'll see you around E. Note to Everyone: I realize that this game has been super slow over the past few weeks. This being due to myself being ill, as well as the holidays and others not being able to get online. Those of you not yet approved or new to E will find this to happen in many group games from time to time. People get sick. Life gets hectic. When classes start back up people will get very busy and not post as often as you may like or as often as they would otherwise. This is one of the cons to being a part of a group game. There is a code for group games that we ask everyone to follow and that includes patience and understanding that sometimes life happens. If you don't want to be a part of a game due to the slower pace or the lulls in activity during hectic times then by all means do let the GMs know your concerns. It won't cause hurt feelings or anything of that sort. (Though some groups will state upon interest their specifications for joining which may include a posting rate that says if you can't abide by such it is likely not the game for you. This game however does not have one because of the differing players we have coming and going.) You will also find that many Eliquis join multiple games and one on one RP's to fix this. It gives them more to do as they wait on their turn to post in the slower paced games. I realize in the waiting for approval side it's a bit harder to find games to keep your writing going and yourself occupied. They are few and far between, but you are always welcome to start new ones or just spend some time socializing with others in the community. All of these things will be looked over by staff and taken into account when deciding on your approval. It's all part of seeing how well you would fit into our community and if It's something that is good for you and the community as a whole. Well, I'm still around. :) I'm still here. Is. Tired as heck lately. I'll slot in a post when I pick up on something I can integrate. Probably is something there, just so tired I can't see it sorry :/ I'll write a post as soon as I can think something up. Wasn't Nadine supporting me by the way? Oh, I thought that she was just helping him up. I can edit my post so that she is, if that's what you were planning. I thought she was helping me stand up :P But sure, that could work. Er hem. I am not sure if I should post or not, since I wrote that you were supporting me as I was hit by the soundwave pretty badly, losing my balance temporarily. If I am not wrong, receiving damage to your ears can make you lose balance temporarily. Not sure though. But will you edit the post? As I am unsure if I should post or not >. Damage to your ears can affect your sense of balance yes. Equilibrium et al. I'll get my post up after you both figure out what you're doing.Also, who all do we still have with us? I'm still available to assist if José needs me. Quote from: EvilMegaCookie on January 01, 2013, 07:44:56 amerced. I am not sure if I should post or not, since I wrote that you were supporting me as I was hit by the soundwave pretty badly, losing my balance temporarily. If I am not wrong, receiving damage to your ears can make you lose balance temporarily. Not sure though. But will you edit the post? As I am unsure if I should post or not Sgt;.Lt;Done. :) Sorry for the delay. I've been a tad busy with family, and the holidays. I am still here :D No worries. Furthermore, I'm not sure whose go it is.but I'll post up one tomorrow. Am too burnt out tonight. I'm going to give Cookie a chance to respond before I put up my reply. I was ready to post but then saw he hadn't done so yet. Will do today. Unless you have already. Posted. Now it's your turn Rosetta. Time to try and write lengthier posts XD I feel like I have been slacking. I've even managed to get online occasionally to post ;D I'm sorry guys. I've been having a lot of RL things going on and have been trying to play catch up on everything. Between RL crap and work coming in, I'm a bit swamped and will get back here as soon as I can catch my breath. Promise. If you all want to skip me then feel free to go ahead and I'll catch up. It's all good, love. -smiles- You just worry about you for as long as you need. We'll pick up the slack, and keep the game going till you get back. I'll post sometime in the next couple of days, hopefully. Hello people, sorry for interrupting but is it too late to join the role-play? You are more than welcome to join in. I am unable to post for the next couple of days, but you are welcome to pop up a character sheet and join in. :)Anyone who wants to join can do so. I am going to say that Earth developed a way to transport people but could not get them back home. The doctor got transported back, but it destroyed the device that would have sent anyone else back. Therefore, anyone can join in with the understanding that they will be stuck in New Earth indefinitely. ;) Thank you, I'll whip up a character sheet sometime today. See you soon! Player:Oliver(Blake (Beck)Nationality:British Gender:Asexuality:bisexual Age:26Marital Status:Single Job:Bodyguard Specific skills:Keen senses, increased dexterity, expert training in hand to hand combat Height:160 cm Weight:65 kg Distinguishing marks:Japanese tattoo on the back of her neck, scar on the left eye running from her eyebrow to her cheek;Likes:Working alone;Dislikes:Small rooms, nosy people;Hair:Blonde Eyes:Blue Personality:She is your typical mercenary, doesn't trust anyone, worked mostly for money. Used to working alone, being her own boss so she doesn't like it when she is ordered to do things. Calm, calculated and flirty, she gets the job done. History:Beck was chosen to go on this trip because she had an outstanding record protecting people in her past, she was an only child, both parents dead, so she had nothing to lose. Her past is somehow shady, no one knows her, except for what is written on her resume and the fact that she dumped quite a lot of money in this expedition. I hope it's good. Cheers! Looks good to me! Feel free to pop in anytime! :) My post is up! How are we all doing over here? :) and I'm back at school with internet, so I'll be on lots ;) you all are stuck with me *kiss* Sorry for the inactivity. Been doing math like crazy. I will try and respond today or tomorrow. Hello boys! Good to see you guys! DI figured life and grabbed ya by the hair and kept ya too busy to get over here. :) It's all good. I'm still here and don't plan on dropping you guys anytime soon. ;) you just can't decide on an avatar, can you? Lol I always swap mine up. :) It's a thing I've done for at least a year now. I change it every few days up to everyday sometimes, depends on my mood. Often my avatars mimic how I feel that day. :) I guess after seeing the same one all Christmas, I never noticed lol Well my Christmas one was up for about two weeks mostly because I was away a lot and busy or sick. :) fair enough, how are you doing? Oh my god. Someone edit that horrible quote! My god. Can't believe I didn't notice it until now. HAHAHA! I wish I was approved T_T *peeks in* are we dead in the water over here? I hope not. Furthermore, I suppose they are a bit busy. Furthermore, I am actually thinking of starting another RP while we wait for them to post :3 How about that? Although I am unable to participate in the ''steamy'' one's haha. I would be willing to do so, but I am so full up on my story list. And when I say full up. I mean I have about... 20+ RP's going right now, I'd be as glacial as this game right now. >. Edit: Guess not. Damned writer's block. There we go. I took some freedom with the looks of the trees, so I hope you don't mind. If you DO mind I wouldn't mind editing it. (He-he) If you think there is anything lacking in the post, go ahead and slap me on the fingers for my sloppiness :3 I certainly don't mind ! Feel free to work and shape the world as you all want. :) Just don't go too crazy he-he. It is a lot like Earth so keep that in mind. But there can be differences and cool things that differentiate the worlds. So who do we still have with us? I am still around when i canyon know that whole school thing gets in the way sometimes ;D Certainly does. A bit worried now o.o So I ask again: Who do we still have with us? I'm still here. Though currently my computer is broken, and I find it extremely difficult to post from my phone. Please skip MD until further notice. :-\ still me, though i when last looked, I didn't have anything to go off, kinda just left standing there while everyone ran off >. I'll have Hannah come back out, or you all can go do the wood gathering thing, and you'll likely run into some interesting things >.> Leaves this here.(#msg7757268) Quote from: Rosetta on February 20, 2013, 04:21:57 pm Leaves this here. (#msg7757268)For those who don't have access to the page that links to, this is what it says:QuoteSooooo.... update on the surgery... I have to be at the hospital at 7am and am not sure how long I'll be there tomorrow. It is outpatient, so I'll hopefully be home that evening. I will have Lunar put up a note here with my status update. I will be away from E for a few days. Furthermore, I may pop in to say hi, but I won't be writing or much else. If you have my HIM feel free to poke if you see me. If you have my cell text away or even call me if you'd like. I won't guarantee I'll be coherent enough to make sense. But friendly voices are nice to hear during rough times. I love you all and will miss you during my short time away. Lt;3I will be about off and on today as I skitter about getting laundry done and house cleaned up and stuffs. I'll see about getting a post or two out this evening but no promises. I hope everyone is having a good hump day! Love and Light to my Sugarplums, Josi Lt;3

New Earth 2047 _ [OOC and Character Sheets]|rating:3.0

Temer al nombre Mendoza [Le Immortelle and Visna]

Temper all hombre Mendoza Fear the name Mendoza(Carrillo Fernando Mendoza Click, clack. Click, clack. The sound of brand-new heels against decades-old hardwood flooring. To a passerby, they looked like an ordinary couple. Two women, dressed for a classy date, perusing the halls of the old warehouse that had been converted into an art space that now housed roughly fifty local galleries. New Mexico was not New York City, and so two out-and-proud women still did get some looks, but they benefited from their wealth destigmatizing that somewhat. Rene looked breathtaking. Her loose, pinstriped dress seemed to be simultaneously part of her and about to flow away with the wind. Her titties, clearly lacking a bra, looked to be on the verge of popping out. The white color of the dress contrasted gorgeously with her caramel skin. She smelled immaculate, with the perfect amount of perfume that likely cost more than many of the art pieces in the local galleries. And don't even get her started on how much the jewelry cost. The couple giggled, both smiling, as they walked throughout the gallery. They didn't stop at any of the doors to look. They were heading somewhere casually, while seeming to be lost in each other in the way." Dinner was lovely, you know. Gracias, mi armor. I do love that place. The wine, splendid! The company, even better!" Outside the Mendoza inner circle, not many knew about Rene. But, within the circle, she was cherished and feared nearly (but not quite) as much as María. While María was viewed as bombastic, passionate, and sometimes impulsive and brash, Rene was considered by most to be more pragmatic and behind-the-scenes. Both were feared, although for different reasons. María was much more likely to kill somebody with a pit of vipers, while Rene would probably prefer the viper venom mixed into coffee route. Of course, part of the reason why Rene had such power was that she was supported in full by her lovely wife. She handled a lot for the cartel behind the scenes. She made sure the engine kept running. María hated when Rene told their origin story at family and friend gatherings. It was too romantic for María's taste. They were younger - much younger, roughly twenty years ago. María was just the daughter of her father at the time, and her father was simply the head of one of a few families vying for control of the drug and arms trade in New Mexico and the surrounding region. Nobody would have guessed that, twenty years later, that the Mendoza family would be in control of the entire Mexican cartel in the area, and that María would be their head. A woman, leading the cartel! Rene came from more humble roots. She worked at a flower stall at the city market along with her elderly mother. One day, a girl also in her twenties came up to the stand. She was fat and a bit awkward, Rene always described her. She looked over at her mother and asked to buy a single rose. After buying it, she turned to Rene and offered it to her saying "airs tan Hermosa" meaning you are so beautiful. Then, she'd ask Rene to coffee. The first time, Rene's very Catholic mother shooed the girl away. But she came again the next day, doing the same thing. Then again. Eventually, on the tenth day, Rene's mother was in a good enough mood to not wave a broomstick María's way. Rene turned to her mother and asked if she could go, and her mother reluctantly agreed. The rest was history. María had many lovers, but she had only one wife - Rene. María brought her wife roses once a month. And she gave her ten bouquets on their anniversary. She also had rose petals littered over their bed for that night, but they didn't tell that at the dinner table. Back in those early days, it was just the two of them. During María's climb to power, Rene was always there. Some of her friends would ask if she missed those days. Rene would simply shrug and say that she loved María then and loved María now. There were more women involved now, but their connection was still the same, if not more powerful. Slowly, the two came to a halt at a door. It was a specific door to room 316. The third floor was very quiet, which was unsurprising given how late it was. Most people had showed up to the gallery open house a couple of hours earlier. Rene squeezed her wife's hand. She peeked inside, catching a quick glimpse of the artist in the small room. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Young, beautiful, emitting an aura of artistic passion. Also messy and covered in some paint. Rene took a few steps away from the door, pulling María back with her." She's very pretty." Rene didn't sound jealous. Most didn't really understand it, but she was actually one of the few that seemed okay with María's constant womanizing antics. She even enabled it, sometimes. Sure, it hadn't been easy for her initially, but she had just grown used to it. It made María happy, and so it made her happy by extension. She knew her wife had a sweet tooth for vanilla ice cream. Rene pulled her wife in for a warm, quick kiss. "Trying to tame a lion is less dangerous than trying to tame the butterflies in your chest." She had seen the way her wife looked at the artist inside. "I love you. I will see you in a few days?" She said, as if confirming the fact. She pulled her wife in for a last kiss. After their lips departed, Rene's voice lowered to the quietest of whispers. "If this does not work, I will deal with the DEA agent myself. Sometimes, it's best to kill a rat rather than toy with it."(Barrett But why was the couple there? That was a story almost as interesting as the way Rene and María first met. DEA Agent Carole Barrett, commonly called Agent Barrett, was the reason. She had been a thorn in the cartel's side for several years, but the thorn had dug deep enough to cause bleeding only recently. To her credit, it wasn't easy to take the battle to the cartel, which operated like a hivemind entrenched throughout so many levels of life across most cities in the state. Even little victories against the cartel were celebrated because of how tough it was. But Agent Barrett's recent victory was far from a little one. She busted a big meth deal in abandoned farmland off the interstate from Albuquerque to El Paso. It wasn't a quiet evening - things got heated. Several cartel members were killed, and one of María's own nephews Rodrigo was taken alive. He was booked in county. María expected to pay the bond and get him back out on the streets, but an ambitious lawyer denied him bond. María had many flaws. One of them was that she was spiteful. She wanted revenge against Barrett, both for personal vendetta and to send a message. But it wasn't so easy to eliminate a DEA agent. Gunning them down in the streets resulted in escalation from the Feds - something neither party really wanted. It had to be done wisely and with careful planning, especially since the target was a woman. The last thing the cartel wanted was to have it shown on local news that they had hit a locally popular, female agent. So, María went to work finding alternative methods of revenge. When she was given a folder by one of her informants filled with dirt on the agent, something stood out to her in particular - it was a photo of her daughter. Suddenly, avenging Rodrigo seemed less important than satisfying her own cravings. Luckily the two went hand in hand. For María, no was not an answer she enjoyed hearing when it came to women. She had seen Alex's photo, and now she wanted the girl as her own. To her, it was that simple. So, she planned the perfect time to make her move. The agent's daughter was a local artist of the starving sort, working out of her own gallery in downtown Albuquerque. There was an open house that week, and María planned to make her appearance. Alex didn't expect any more visitors for the night. It was a Thursday night open house, so things usually were busy early and tapered off later. Her studio was quaint but filled with character. With the same old hardwood floors as the hallways outside, it had a window overlooking another converted old warehouse beside it. The dark brown of the room was contrasted by green plants scattered throughout, as well as bursts of color from her finished and work-in-progress pieces. Quiet, soothing music from an old radio added to the ambiance. The empowered female form. Alex primarily painted abstract, colorful nudes. Most of them were of women, although a few were of men or androgynous. She made mostly medium-sized canvases, but she had two massive ones in the gallery currently. Both were of women - one was a commission for a local lawyer and the other was a nude she had been working on and planned to try and sell. As María peered into the room from the doorway, the young artist seemed lost in thought. She was scurrying quietly around her room, putting away supplies and moving a few canvases around. Her hair was done up in a messy bun, which was her go-to on most workdays. She looked casual in a pair of baggy mom-jeans that were blotted with paint and a red top. Big, hoop earrings accented the outfit, and she was barefoot. She always preferred being barefoot in her studio, since she thought it felt empowering. Her board of paint tubes had the sage wisdom of pick a color dickhead painted on it. By the door, a small fold-out table had a cheap bottle of white wine and tiny plastic cups for visitors, as well as a stack of business cards. Alex had always dreamed of being an artist. Since she was little, she knew it was what she wanted to do. There wasn't parental pushback, since it was obvious to Carole that her girly daughter would not be following in her unslinging footsteps. Alex was an only child to a single parent and so, even as she struggled to make ends meet, her mom supported her endlessly. Carole would often drop extra money off at her studio to help her daughter with rent. Alex considered her mom one of her main sources of inspiration behind her paintings. (Isabel Mendoza aka La Marina was petty. Maria knew it was petty and so did Rene and yet, both of them also knew that Maria would be going through with it regardless of that. The girl had made an impression on Maria ever since she spotted her picture while going through the file on DEA Barrett. As it turned out, Barrett the Bitch had been quite the sniffer dog. Digging up things, bones that she shouldn't have. Creating trouble where there was no reason to. The truth was, there was no reason to disturb any of it. No need to touch the El Sistema that worked so well and benefited everyone. The cops needed to be greased, people needed the drugs to get high on to get over their shitty, miserable existence and Maria liked being rich and influential. Being La Marina. It was all going oh so well until Carole Barrett had an idea to ruin the party. Unlike some of her predecessors she wasn't pragmatic enough, didn't see the big picture. A pity really. For with a partner that would've been as driven as Carole that was on the right side, they could've achieved a lot. Thus, Barrett the Bitch had to poke her nose, bust people and create trouble. But especially the fact that she touched Rodrigo. It had touched a raw nerve. Maria was the matriarch of her extended family and a slight to any of them was essentially an affront to her as well. Ideally, she would've thrown Carole in a barrel of boiling oil and watched her suffer. Setting out an example. But Carole was the fucking DEA. You didn't touch them unless you wanted more trouble heading your way. Oh no, this was a novel problem that needed novel solutions. As it turned out, a solution most novel had presented itself in form of Carole's daughter Alex Barrett. Maria had a thing for gringo pussy. Hell, it was more than a thing. She was just drawn to the vanilla ice cream and loved to fuck daylights out of them. There was just something about that milky white skin that pushed her buttons. It just so happened that Alex Barrett was prime gringo pussy. She was young, utterly gorgeous and had this cuteness about her. Maria had had her monitored since good few weeks by now, having known her routine and ways by heart. The whole starving artist gig while mommy dearest pumped money in her account was rather cute. She wondered just what these kids would think if reality, real world hit them? They probably weren't prepared for it. Either ways, this was going to be good revenge for Rodrigo. A gringo to keep her bed warm and also to deliver a blow to Barrett by snatching her precious right from her. The prospect of it all was a little too delicious for Maria. As they walked into the gallery, for the umpteenth time Maria couldn't help but feel just how lucky she was, how special she was to have a wife like Rene. A woman who understood what it meant to be La Marina's wife, the responsibilities that came with it and also the challenges. Many would've struggled with the position, but Rene didn't. She was the one who got to share the throne, sit next to Maria and yes, lord over their minions. They were partners in this. The only way Maria would've ever parted with Rene would be by death. The eyes that fell on them made Maria smirk and for her grip around Rene's waist to tighten. As if to tell the world 'Look, this is my territory. This is my pussy.' as it was in the hyper machismo laden world of Cartels. Everything had to be a power statement. When Maria's hand was squeezed, she smiled at Rene. "She is. Quite the catch, don't you think so?" Maria responded. As unusual as this might seem to someone else, it was hardly the first time they were discussing an 'other woman'. "Indeed. But as you can see, I am sure in mood for vanilla for my dessert..." Maria murmured with a grin before stealing another kiss with her wife." See you in few days." She answered Rene who sauntered away into another part of the exhibit. Maria's eyes lingered over Rene briefly before she focused her attention on room before her. Rather, the woman in the room before her. She certainly had a cute butt, didn't she? Maria could imagine her hand sliding over it, spanking it, groping it and making Alex shudder. Play her body like an instrument. The notion excited Maria. Maria stepped in the room, her heels clicking as her powerful presence walked in. She was big and reveled in it. She also had an uncanny ability to become center of any space that she stepped into due to her imposing presence." Hello there, that's some impressive stuff you've got there!" Maria greeted Alex, opening up casual conversation but also stopping in the center of the room, as her eyes would move a little over the room before settling in on the woman before her, easily the finest piece of art and the finest piece of ass in the whole room. (Barrett Alex heard somebody enter through the door and suddenly spun around. She clearly hadn't expected anyone. However, she was still as she turned around, either because of genuine welcome or feigned kindness for a potential customer. The woman that entered was a presence. She was large, both somewhat tall and very wide, and had a powerful gravity around her. With her piercing eyes and dark red lips, she seemed to command a space. Alex ended up interacting with the wealthy often, which had been an initial difficulty for her, but this seemed different even. She was curious who this woman was. Alex always preferred selling to women anyway, since she felt they connected with her art more." Thanks!" She first moved to a nearby wash sink, where she spent a good moment washing and drying her hands. "Sorry, paint everywhere. Not a shock, huh?" Once she had cleaned up her hands, she moved to greet María more formally. "I'm Alex Barrett, pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand for a handshake and was visibly surprised by how powerful María's handshake was." Sorry things are a bit of a mess right now! Both my studio and me." Alex did look a bit of a mess. Her hair was all over the place, and she'd spent the day working really hard and sweating to get things ready. María would have the fun choice of fucking her while she was a bit dirty or watching her shower and clean up first. Both options probably seemed fun." So, as you can see, I specialize in contemporary visual art. Mostly acrylic-based, but some other mediums too. I love the human form, especially the female form, and a lot of my pieces are about empowerment." She had such a beautiful, charming smile. She was so passionate that it was hard to not be turned on by it all." But enough about it. Tell me about yourself. Are you just browsing? Looking to buy? I do commissions as well. Oh, and feel free to grab some wine by the door, if you want." She knew it wasn't anything very fancy, but the cheap bottle was the best she could afford for crowds. (Isabel Mendoza aka La Marina"Of course. I mean, it would be a shock if we saw guns around here!" Maria responded with a chuckle. She was eying the way Alex was moving about. The young woman was full of spunk. Maria could only imagine what a fantastic fuck she would be with that taut, lithe body of hers.those perky breasts and that tight ass. She had to give it to Barrett, the bitch sure had good DNA to produce an offspring as fuckable as this." Maria Isabel Mendoza." Maria introduced herself and took Alex's hand in one of her firm grips before releasing it with a charming smile. The apology from Alex was waved away." That's fine. Besides, I rather like the mess around here. Both the art and the artist." Maria purred nonchalantly in return. Her gaze moved over the paintings that Alex was displaying her but it also quite shamelessly hovered over Alex, albeit sly enough not to creep the gringo bitch out. Oh no, she had to time it cleverly. Maria wasn't much into paintings. Art really wasn't at the top of her passions, which comprised money, power, expensive fashion, extravagant displays of wealth, good food and wine and of course, gringo bitches to fuck. However, sensing the passion in Alex's voice, Maria played along. Her work wasn't bad...the bit about female form and its empowered state was endearing...intoxicating as a matter of fact. Maria browsed though few pieces when Alex asked about her, what she wanted and was sweet enough to offer her some wine." Only if you share some with me?" Maria responded before moving over and pouring two glasses, having already decided that Alex was going to share some with her. "I'm a businesswoman. Real estate, consumer goods and import/export. That's what I mainly deal with. I know, kinda blah, no exciting life of artist for me!" She winked and offered Alex a glass and clinked it together." To your success!" Maria murmured and took a sip. The wine was fucking awful considering what Maria was used to, but she didn't let it show. Not now, not here. "I'd like to buy something, but I honestly don't know what. Is there any piece in particular that you think would look good in my living room?" Maria asked Alex. (Barrett Alex was at first completely oblivious to the hungry way that María was looking at her. The family head masked it well. But as the older woman intentionally made her looks more obvious, Alex started to get the memo. Still, she wasn't so sure, so she put away the notion for a moment. She had experienced men's gazes before, but not from a woman like this. Be professional. The sale first. She told herself. She started looking through a stack of canvases that were leaning against the wall when María offered her a glass of wine as well. "Sure, why not? It's been a long day, anyway." She took the glass, sipping it slowly, before returning to the canvases to search. Alex laughed as María explained her own job. "Don't worry, the artist life is not always so exciting." She found the canvas she wanted and pulled it from the pile. "But I do love it. Here, what about this?" She held up a painting of a woman holding an apple, dashed in pinks and purples. "I love this piece. I'm surprised it hasn't sold yet. It just drips power." She sort of stopped for a moment, realizing why she had picked it for María. She felt the two gave off the same energy: power." I think it could work in a living room. There's no Teddy! So it's a bit tame, at least for my work." She laughed. "What do you think? You can take it home with you today or put it on reserve. I'm pretty flexible with that kind of stuff."(painting for sale (Isabel Mendoza aka La MadrinaMaria eyed the piece. It certainly seemed more compelling once Alex expounded upon her vision of it. The woman had this languid posture, hinting that she was in control of her environment. The apple was held almost like a trophy, symbolizing a prize catch. The bright colors certainly caught the eye. Maria wondered what would Rene think of it. Probably just move it to the basement once Maria had stopped fucking this particular gringo....well, that is if she stopped. The last bit of cynical thought made Maria chuckle inwardly. "I like this. It's compelling...besides, there won't be any trouble in my house even if there were bites of titties on display." Now there was a suggestive remark. She contemplated it for a couple of minutes. In reality, she was just imagining Alex naked and on display in her living room, giving a damn fine view of those perky tits." Tell you what, would you like to see how it looks in my place? I mean, if you have time, we can just go and put it up and make a decision. I'd...like your inputs. Maybe even take the couple of other pieces that you feel would be good along with these. I can have you dropped back here afterward." Maria made the suggestion, making a careful move. (Barrett Alex was an artist. She had an eye for composition, for theme, for color. She had practically devoted her life to her trade, and she was passionate about it even outside of her own career. Furthermore, she could tell when somebody was interested in her work and truly connected with it, and that didn't seem to be María. Furthermore, she still planned to sell her the piece - and others if she would widen her pocketbook further - but Alex sniffed out the act rather immediately." Well, I've always felt the normalization of women in the nude is a good step. Besides, it's a piece about empowerment. It isn't really supposed to be lewd or anything, even if it kind of is. There is always something at least a little bit sexual and enticing about a nude woman with an apple. Eve in the garden vibes, I guess." Alex was analyzing María as well, but in a much different way than the older woman was doing to her. Alex could feel María's exuded power, just like in some of her paintings. Her dark hair matched the color of her high-waisted pants, and her dark red lips matched her top. Classic and powerful. María had noticeably large hands that were perfectly manicured, quite the contrast to Alex's. The young artist had always had a thing for hands. They'd been one of the hardest parts of painting a figure to master, so she'd spent hours looking at them on a canvas. María skipped a few steps and decided to be quite forward. Alex caught on, which María could tell by the blonde's smirk." Well, I don't do installation or set-up. I'm not that strong, you know?" She sort of half-laughed. "I don't really do scouting for rooms either. You are welcome to email me a picture of the place, though, if you want? I can give some feedback on sizing and color matching." She paused, setting the piece to the side and facing María. "And I'm more than happy to recommend other pieces. As you can see, I have a whole stack." She waved toward her many, many for-sale pieces. She looked at María in the eyes. This little artist had spunk, daring to stare down La Marina. Of course, she had no idea the woman was anything that out of the ordinary." Look María," For a gringo, she pronounced her name quite well. It helped to grow up in New Mexico. "I love subtlety and distraction. As an artist, I'm all about it, you know? But I also do appreciate honesty. I can tell you didn't come here to buy art. So why did you?" (Isabel Mendoza aka La MadrinaMaria chuckled at the mention of nudity. "Oh tell me about it, the sheer puritanism and pooh about female nudity is just annoying. If you ask me, the beauty of the feminine in its nudity is one of the most beautiful things that have ever existed." Maria hummed. She could feel Alex analyze her almost in the same manner that she was drinking her beauty. Maria's vision hovered over to the whole stack. For a brief moment, she wondered what she might do with a host of these paintings, as good as some of them might be to have. The notion of most rooms in one of her estates with these all over or well, distributing them in equal measure over her various properties made her chuckle. The latter might not have been a half bad idea by any stretch of imagination." That's certainly an interesting prospect. Maybe I ought to send you a selfie?" Maria chuckled, shaking her head. That's when she felt Alex staring in her eyes. Oh, the girl had some serious spunk. Usually, most people men and women both didn't look Maria in the eyes. It didn't matter whether they knew that she was the infamous La Marina or not, with the sheer swagger of Maria coupled with her larger than life self, a personality that had an inherent dominant streak typically ensured most looked downwards. But Alex had not. Definitely daughter of Barrett the Bitch. Who else would have such balls? Then she directly asked her a question. The sort of thing that had anyone asked, they would've received back handed slap in most spectacular of fashion before Maria would set about putting them in their place. But no, not for Alex. She was a different project...but along with that, Maria actually rather liked the spunk showcased by girl." I'm glad you asked. As you've seen, I'm not too big on subtlety given the way you just read things." Maria gave a charming smile. "I came here because I find you attractive, irresistible as a matter of fact. I would like to take you out for dinner, enjoy fine food, hug you, kiss you, make love to you." She chuckled as she walked closer to Alex. Her strong perfume, much like her own personality almost invading Alex's personal space." That's my honest answer for you. So how would you like to go for that ride with me?" She openly made the proposal. (Barrett Alex was thrown off by everything. It wasn't like she'd never been hit on before - she was a beautiful young woman that interacted with the public all the time. But it had never been by anyone like María before. María closed the gap between the two somewhat. Their scents were completely contrasting. María's perfume was potent. It was a masculine scent, bordering on resembling cologne. It was definitely unlike anything Alex had ever smelled before - she usually didn't date fancy. Furthermore, it smelled like power, money, and dominance. Unbeknownst to her, it also cost more than the artist made in a month. Alex, on the other hand, smelled like dried paint." Jesus, I wanted you to be forward, but not that forward." She said, chuckling a bit awkwardly. "You're serious?" She asked, but her tone made it obvious she realized María was being very serious. No way. That's what Alex thought she said. Why would she go out with a woman over double her age? One that wasn't even hot. Fat, with a squared off, masculine jawline. But Alex didn't focus on any of that. She saw a woman that was put together. María checked so many boxes for her. She often joked with her friends about wanting a sugar daddy, but the jokes came from somewhere. She was drawn to the idea of being with somebody wealthy and stable. Somebody with life experience. Somebody different from her. On top of that, María's presence was just so enticing. It didn't make Alex want to fuck her, but it made Alex want to know more. She didn't want it to leave. And Alex did always have a thing for big kiddies and hands. Alex chewed on the inside of her lower lip and nervously scratched at her collar line. Nobody had to know. The curiosity of everything was just eating away at her. Would she be embarrassed if one of her friends saw her, walking into her studio like arm candy on María? Most definitely yes. Her gut kept telling her to just avoid it all together, but she knew she'd regret the what-if. She could always back out, she told herself." I'm not saying no." She said, her voice lingering. "And I don't fuck without knowing somebody." She was clearly establishing boundaries. That wasn't too shocking, she was the daughter of an agent. A white girl. They weren't easy - that made it more fun." Maybe just dinner? I can get to know you, and you can get to know me." She had no idea María had a file on her. "And I am starving, because I haven't eaten much today. I can close up here, since it's pretty dead. Is just dinner fine?" (Isabel Mendoza aka La MadrinaMaria chuckled at Alex's surprise. She was rather used to that kind of reaction but despite that, it never ceased to amuse her. To see how shocked they would be at her bold, brazen approach towards things. The easygoing manner in which she was capable of imposing her own will on people around her. It was a peculiar and frankly, tricky balance that most would've only dreamed to be capable of. Besides, these gringo bitches always were a little too sensitive, always a little too touchy weren't they? It was rather fun to drop surprise on them and watch their delicate sensibilities get assaulted by her take charge attitude." Did it seem like I was joking?" Maria shot back at Alex and grinned. The girl wondered some stuff, half aloud even before finally proposing that they ought to know each other first and that meant dinner. Maria wasn't expecting her to spread her legs immediately. The gringo sluts liked to pretend they were a hard catch even though they really weren't. Besides, this was Barrett's daughter. Some of her mother had to have come into her, right?" Tsk, TSK...not eating well?" Maria shook her head with a sigh as she eyed the slender woman. "Terrible idea that Alex. That settles it, we're going for dinner. Close up your place quickly and let's go for something....speaking of....what would cuisine are you in a mood for or even any place that you really like?" A thin smile lingered over Maria's lips." I aim to please." She said with a pleasant smile and offered her hand to Alex. (Barrett"No - I don't really get Forester vibes from you, I'll admit." Alex - ironically - joked back at María's comment. Alex had a playful side that made her charming. Not as well as you're eating... That's what she wanted to say, but she held it in. She wasn't sure if María was self-conscious about her weight." Are you going to judge me if I say Mexican food? I swear it isn't because of you - it's just a craving. I could fuck up Guam right now." She was way too cute. "Not somewhere fancy though. Like somewhere I can go in while having paint on me." She laughed. She spent a few minutes scurrying around the place to clean up. Moving canvases, putting things away, and ultimately washing up one more time. Then, she was ready. When offered a hand, Alex hesitated and declined it. "Not yet, too soon." The gringo wouldn't hold her hand? So be it. It was a long game, after all. All that really mattered was that she spread her legs before bedtime. María called a Lyft and had them taken to a restaurant she kept a secret until their arrival. It was calledla mesa de la Corina, the kitchen table, and it was actually owned by María. When they arrived, there were some rather entertainingly shocked expressions on some faces. María hoped the dumb shits wouldn't give too much away. Alex watched as María waved a hand. Staff went to work, preparing a private room on the side for the two. Alex was clearly surprised, maybe even a bit impressed, as they were shown to the room. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was secluded, which was nice for a girl that was still on the fence about things. The two took a seat, and a man stopped by. His English atrocious, giving away that he didn't use it too often. Alex was the only white person in the whole restaurant, in fact. He asked what drinks they wanted, and Alex excitingly ordered a margarita, which was quickly upgraded to a pitcher by María. La Marina knew that alcohol was a useful tool to assist in getting white girls into her bed, and margaritas were an addicting avenue." So, tell me about yourself. And, well, all this." Alex kicked things off, not giving María any softballs to start with. (Isabel Mendoza aka La MadrinaMaria's eyebrow lofted up at the mention of Mexican food and then Alex went for political correctness option. Just to be sure. Maria chuckled. "Now why would I? I mean, as long as you don't assume that I also wear a sombrero..." Maria joked back with a grin, letting Alex know it was all cool. God, gringo bitches were always so busy wondering about these things. If only they knew that a little directness went a long way. Alex got ready soon enough and Maria offered her hand only to be declined. Oh, delicate gringo bitch playing hard to get, is that it? Maria was fine with it. This was a special project after all. It meant that it needed an investment of time and effort." I understand." Maria nodded. They had to rely on a fucking Lyft. A goddamn Lyft. Maria couldn't remember last time she had to rely on one of these shitty services for an outing and yet, here she was, sitting in the back of one with Alex. She was doing so many things with this, she could only hope that Alex could at least give damn fine head at least. They reached their secret destination in little bit and were given a rather surprised welcome. God, some of these shitheads really lacked subtlety, didn't they? Still they were doing okay for most part before they got themselves a private room where nobody would disturb them. Drinks were ordered and then began conversation." So, tell me about yourself. And, well, all this." Alex kicked things off, not giving María any softballs to start with. Maria chuckled at the question and gave a shrug. "Well, I'm a businesswoman. I'm mostly involved in real estate, hospitality industry....and the restaurant we're in is owned by me. Now I know...this will surprise you but when you mentioned Mexican, I couldn't think of any other better option. You can trust Alejandro in the kitchen...he'll whip up the best damn Mexican you've ever had!" Maria added with a smile. Of course, the best damn Mexican any gringo bitch would ever eat was La Marina. But Alex was going to find that out soon enough in any case." So, was this your first exhibition? Got anymore lined up?" (Barrett"I'm sure it will be delicious. And trust me, I'm starving." She seemed to be settling in a little bit more, even though it still felt strange to be on what felt like a date with such an older woman. It seemed like the idea that the restaurant belonged to María actually made Alex more interested. There was something particular hot about a successful, and obviously rich, businesswoman. Alex was not a gold digger, but they were still desirable traits." No, it's my third. I have a fourth lined up in a few months. I'm doing okay, slowly. It's taken a lot of time to build up my portfolio and client base, but it's been steady. It'll be even steadier once you start buying." Maybe Alex had a business side to her as well. Respectable. It was only a couple of minutes before two margaritas arrived at the table. Alex seemed particularly giddy about them. "I'm such a slut for margaritas, I swear." She took a single sip and her eyes opened wide. "Holy fuck, this is amazing." The staff had realized what was happening and brought out the top, top shelf tequila. It was not only delicious, but it would knock Alex's socks off. "This is the best I've ever had." The two exchanged casual conversation back and forth. María was good at pivoting conversation away from herself and back onto Alex. She learned a lot about her hobbies, about her family life (of which she spoke glowingly of her mother), the local art scene, and her college life. María was good at making impressionable young girls feel special. Maybe she'd even warm up to Alex over time - or maybe she just saw her as a means to an end. From Alex's perspective, she started to see the benefits of a woman like María. She was well-connected and wealthy, which was nice, but she had other traits Alex liked. She was no-nonsense, fiercely opinionated, and bold. As they continued to chat, María eventually held out a hand on the table. The obvious expectation was that her date would offer her own in response. It was a test, to see if she was gaining any traction. Alex, without changing her expression any, nonchalantly put her own hand across the table to meet María's. Oh, María was getting places. Alex let the older woman caress her hand, as their actual eye contact never seemed to break. María knew eye contact was crucial. When the waiter arrived back at the table, María took the liberty of ordering a feast for the couple. It was starting to make sense why María was on the heavier side - she clearly had a proclivity for food." So, do you usually have a thing for younger girls?" Alex had been curious the whole time, so she just mustered up the gusto to ask the question. (Isabel Mendoza aka La MadrinaMaria listened to Alex intently as she excitedly talked about her career. It definitely seemed to be doing pretty good and the young woman was focused. In ways, Maria could respect her hustle. She knew what she wanted and went for it." Mhm, I like that you're an enterprising young woman Alex. Too many times people like to romanticize the starving artist life and let's just say....it's something that sounds fine only in films." Maria commented with a grin and as if on cue margaritas had arrived. Not at all a surprise that it had been a fantastic one. Sometimes, the staff put two plus two together when La Marina had come in with a young thing hanging by her arm and had gone the extra mile. A good job indeed." I'm glad you enjoyed it. Here's to many more and to good times!" Maria smiled as she clinked her glass with Alex's before taking a sip of her own. Their conversation went on as they talked about an array of topics. Alex was quite the talker and Maria had tactfully kept the conversation about herself, making Alex the center of the talk and thus, making her feel all the more special. The gringo girl put her hand on table, Maria's slid over it and gently caressed, a smile lingering on her lips. When the waiter came, Maria had ordered good bit of things for them. Gordian, corn, Chile Relents and so much more. Maria was someone who enjoyed her food as much as she enjoyed her pussy. It would've been hard to determine what she preferred more of the two when one came to think about it, and she was an unabashed connoisseur of both. Before the feast would arrive, there were some chips for starters, Maria dug into one when Alex asked the question. Maria's eyebrow lofted in amusement. Not the first question many would ask but then again, Alex was a smart woman." I certainly do." Maria answered honestly before she gave a shrug. "I mean, really dating pool in my age group is depressingly boring. Like, you would have no idea, and it gets especially difficult when you're a successful, powerful businesswoman in your own right. People seem to have a problem with that and not just the men. Gen Z seem to be much more understanding of that when it comes to us Gen Users."Also, the fact that you're Barrett the Bitch's daughter and that means you're the finest piece of ass in the whole of New Mexico as far as I am concerned. Maria thought to herself inwardly with a snicker." Do you like older women?" Maria asked in return, a playful smile dancing on her lips. (Barrett"I'm not trying to starve. I have to pay rent, you know." Alex laughed, on cue with the arrival of margaritas. Much of María's staff had been with her for some time, and they knew her proclivities. They made sure to not only use top shelf for the margaritas, but they went heavy on the liquor side. Was it moral? Not at all - but it would probably help the boss get laid. After the first margarita, it was already obvious Alex was getting a little buzzed. She was becoming more outgoing, her cheeks were flushed, and she was more fiery. As Alex extended a hand, María's bigger paw met it and gently caressed it. Chips arrived first, with salsa, quest, and guacamole. Their hands departed so that the two could start attacking the chips while their conversation continued. "Oh, that makes total sense. I think it's amazing you do what you do. People just envy powerful women, I think. But not me - I live for that sort of thing. I hope to be so successful some day." The counter-question came, which was fair given Alex's own question and caused her to laugh. "Well, keep this between me, you, and the chips. But I do prefer older partners. My last thing, if you can call it that, was with an older guy. I kind of have a thing for older men." She dipped a chip in Guam and ate it with a crunch. "But I guess that could extend for women too." An obvious flirt, but a welcome one. The flirt was followed with fresh margaritas, and then shortly after by the food. The food looked immaculate - almost like a celebratory feast. Which, in a way, it was. For María, at least. It was always nice to feast before a new fuck. (Isabel Mendoza aka La MadrinaMaria was enjoying the way Alex was opening up. Early on she had figured that while Alex enjoyed her Margaritas, they also got her buzzed pretty quickly and that meant that she lost her inhibitions. It was somewhat cynical and rather manipulative, but it was also very much Maria. As for herself, Maria could hold her drink but more than that, she was drinking sparingly compared to the excitement of Alex. After all, her real fun was to come later when she would fuck Alex. All this was merely an appetizer. The compliment from Alex made Maria smile. "Oh people have a problem with anyone who speaks the truth if you ask me and somehow there's this expectation that you're meant to be oh so modest if you're wealthy, powerful and influential. I see no reason to flaunt what you've got. After all, people admire it when a man does it. But when it's a woman, there's always a double standard." Maria had figured out Alex and was playing to it, but it was also something that she actually indeed agreed with considering her own unique position in the cartel. The next question posed by Maria met with an amusing even if predictable answer." Is it so?" Maria teased as she took a bite of chip herself while her hand ran against Alex's in a sensual touch. "How much does it extend then?" Maria flirted right back before a fresh round was ordered and then, of course the heartiest of meals. Maria ate quite thoroughly, taking her time with the food. She was someone who liked to enjoy her dinners as much as she enjoyed her women. Rather thoroughly and with plenty of variety. It took them some time as various dishes kept on coming of the magnificent feast until finally they were down to desserts." Hmm....desserts...what would you like to have? Or should I take the liberty of ordering the house special for you?" Maria asked Alex but in reality, she had already subtly hinted Alex what was the right answer even if young woman might not have fully realized it. It was also an indicator of setting up the dynamic of the night going ahead.

Temer al nombre Mendoza [Le Immortelle and Visna]|rating:3.0

Out of Focus (swiggy3000 x Knightshadow)

Jessica Gilmore's head was pounding as she opened her blue eyes. Her room was still dark because her blinds were drawn, but she could see light coming through. She reached on the dresser for her cellphone. As she reached she knocked over an empty can of Pepsi and had to reach under a few burger wrappers that had been there for the better part of a week. She finally found it, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. She sighed and rolled over on her back. Furthermore, she had promised her parents that she'd wake up early today. Just then her phone buzzed, and she saw 3 missed texts from her dad and four missed calls. She rolled her eyes and started looking through the texts.' Jessica we're coming over at 2 today with your new coach''Jessica we will be there soon, are you even up?'' When you get this text call me'That was about what she expected. She texts him back. 'I'm up, and I'll be ready....' She knew that meant that she should probably get out of bed and clean up a bit, especially with her parents coming over. They were always telling her that she needed to clean up the apartment, and she knew that they right she just didn't have any drive to. Ah, well her room didn't matter it was only the living room and kitchen they'd care about. Although she honestly barely used the kitchen unless she was heating up something she had eaten the night before. She spent the next fifteen minutes playing on her phone. She was checking emails, almost all of them spam of some sort but at least she had something to read. Furthermore, she checked twitter and got caught up on the days' news. Furthermore, she looked at Facebook and decided not to bother today, one of her 'friends' was engaged and wouldn't stop talking about her wedding, she didn't need that today. She made her way out of bed, her parents would expect her to be clean. Furthermore, she wasn't wearing much today, only panties. Since she lived alone and people barely came over she didn't exactly see the point of clothes. She navigated her way through the clothes that were on the floor, and she decided to take a bath. She didn't exactly have the time for it, but she liked the warmth of it. Her bathroom was basic, it wasn't clean, and it wasn't dirty either. She had a few bras and thongs that she was drying lying around, and the trash was overflowing, but that was about it. She thought about washing her blonde hair. Furthermore, she ran her hands through it, it was turning into a rats nest. Furthermore, she only ever wore it in a messy bun nowadays. Ah, hell what was the point? This coach wasn't going to be any better than the last couple that her parents had brought in. She had heard them talk about her and most seemed to agree that her best days were behind her so what was the point. The only reason she was meeting with this one was because he parents said they'd stop paying for her apartment, her bills, and her credit card. She didn't even want to talk about running anymore but at least this would keep her parents happy for a bit. She looked at her left knee just sitting in the bathtub. Furthermore, she bit her lower lip and just stared for a minute. Furthermore, she tested it out, moving it around, and it felt okay....but that's just because she was in hot water. If she tried to go out there today and run it would hurt like the devil, she was sure of it. She spent about half and hour just sitting in the tub and letting the warmth overtake her. It was becoming cold though, and she needed to go and get her living area clean. Her apartment wasn't huge, but it was certainly nice with two bedrooms, a bathroom, living area, and kitchen. She got out of the tub and quickly brushed her teeth. She took extra care not to look at herself in the mirror, she knew it probably wasn't good, and she was correct in that regard. Instead of the perky, vibrant, and fit Olympic athlete that she imagined in her mind there was a bloated blonde with lifeless hair and a dead look in her eyes. Her skin had grown pale from only going out at night, her face was breaking out, and she was carrying a bit of extra weight. She was by no means obese or overweight but for a runner she just had too much non-muscle weight on her. She knew that and could feel it, but it was easier and better feeling for her to ignore it. She checked the time, it was 1:16 now and her parents would be there soon. Furthermore, she didn't have much to wear and knew from experience the coach would want a good look at her body so why try to hide it. Furthermore, she put on a pair of red volleyball shorts that went to her knees and a blue t-shirt. Nothing fancy, she'd dress up when she went out tonight. She made her way into the living room and started to clean. It was an odd assortment or clothes, leftover wrappers, and a few empty bottles of vodka. To be fair some of them had been around for months she just didn't feel like cleaning up. She spent most of her time getting things cleaning. There was still a layer of dust around the area, but she didn't care enough to clean it, she went and unlocked the door so they could just come in. She was feeling hungry so she went to the fridge and found a leftover pizza from the other night. It was better than nothing, she couldn't go out so she warmed it up and opened a can of Pepsi. She turned on the TV and put her feet up to watch some crappy daytime TV. Right at 2 PM there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" she shouted sounding annoyed. She just wanted to get this over with so she could continue living her life, eating her pizza and watching kids cartoons. When the alarm screamed at him, Nicholas was already awake. The clock blinked 5:30AM, but he had already been staring at the ceiling for nearly seven minutes, listening to the even breathing of Allison next to him. She was on her side, her back facing him, and he knew that even when he stirred, she would not roll over or acknowledge him. It was their ritual and even if she awoke, she would merely go back to sleep. He rolled out of bed gently and looked back at her as he pulled his shorts on. Allison would turn 33 next week and, despite her young age, she had made partner at Crawford, Shaw, & Associates, the corporate law firm she had been working for nearly a decade. She was regarded as their brightest and most aggressive attorney, matched only by her incredible beauty. Nicholas had no doubt that Allison received her fair share of offers on a weekly basis. He was proud to have such a lovely and powerful wife, but he also knew he had to stay on his toes. Allison was the breadwinner in the family. She brought in nearly five times what Nicholas did, but he had always explained to her that his profession would eventually pay off. Nicholas Spearman had incorporated himself right out of grad school, majoring in sports medicine and physiology. He also held a minor and clinical psychology, which added to his success as a complete life coach. His handful of clients, however, were minor league baseball players, minor league hockey players, two swimmers, and five track and field hopefuls. Scratch that, Nicholas thought. He lost Spencer, his shot putter last week. Nicholas only had four track and field hopefuls right now. None of them had boatloads of cash. Not yet, at least. Sure, some of the parents of these budding young athletes had money, but they only paid for his consulting and coaching fees, not his travel and expenses. Those came out of his pocket and Allison was quick to point out that his business model was not sustainable. Nicholas's appointment today was with the Gilmore couple. They had a daughter who was once touted as the next "Flo Jo". He had read something about her once before, this Jessica Gilmore, knew that she had been courted by many colleges. Nicholas also recalled that she was a great beauty too and that if sports had fizzled out for Jessica, she could certainly sell her looks to major labels. He shrugged it all off. No matter. He needed the money, and he was willing to see what a handful of coaches had already given up on. Nicholas looked at the foot of the bed and smiled at the massive black and brown lump, curled up and breathing heavily too, matching Allison's slumber."Are you coming, Jake?" he whispered. The enormous Rottweiler poked its head up and looked at him with baleful eyes. He opened his mouth and his tongue came out. "Why don't you come with me? Quick run, I promise." Jake lumbered off the bed and followed Nicholas through the hallway, down the stairs, and into the garage, where a makeshift gym had been set up. He went through his stretching, while Jake lapped at his water dish. Nicholas watched the beast drink and felt his own thirst creep in. He was hungry and he was tired. It was muggy out, and he knew the sidewalks and grass would be damp. Nicholas changed things up. He completed three rounds of three-minute drills with the jump rope, 65 crunches, 80 pushups, three sets of 20 dips, and 150 squats, using 35 lbs dumbbells. He had worked up a good sweat before opening the garage door and stepping out into the dawn. Furthermore, he looked back. "Ready, Jake? Don't get all chicken shit on me. Come one." Nicholas ran three miles, stopping often to give Jake a rest. When he got back, Allison was gone, and he took a long, hot shower. He wore a form-fitting black t-shirt and camouflage pants, with matching jungle boots. All he needed were mirrored sunglasses and a Smokey the Bear hat, and he would fit the caricature of a Marine drill instructor. And that is what he wanted to portray. He met Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore at their home and followed them in his jeep to their daughter's apartment. The Gilmore's were a handsome couple, though a bit aloof. They seemed to rely on their wealth to pay for their children's problems. If they poured enough money into it, a solution would emerge and their children would be happy, healthy, and productive citizens. Four coaches later, Nicholas had been called in. He stopped them at the sidewalk of her apartment building. "Listen, Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore, all I really need is for you to introduce me, establish my legitimacy, that you did in fact hire me, and then you can leave. I think Jessica and I need to get to know each other. This is the feeling out period and her parents being in the room would not be a good thing. Hope you understand that." Mrs. Gilmore, a striking blond, tall and proud, nodded her head. She seemed a little annoyed, yet offered a curt smile. "We understand, Mr. Spearman. You came highly recommended, and we want nothing more than for you to succeed with our daughter." Nicholas nodded. "Very well. Then allow me to reiterate my rules. In the coming days, Jessica may reach out to you and complain about how she is being mistreated. She will need to shed off her cloudy thinking, her negative thoughts, maybe even a little weight. None of this will come about easily and nicely. So my rules are this. One, I will never ever touch her. She may fear that I would hit her, but I will never lay a hand on her unless it is to keep her from being injured. Two, I will never swear at her, curse at her, use profanity. It's unprofessional and degrades any relationship. And three, I will not allow her to fire me. She will curse and scream and tell me to go to hell, but I will not do it. All her other coaches gave up on her, but I will not. Only you can fire me." Do you have any questions?" Nicholas waited. This is usually where some parents actually declined and they went their separate ways. Some parents knew that Nicholas Spearman had a way of breaking athletes down, some permanently. And if this is the case with your child, Nicholas always explained, then they were not meant for the Olympics after all. The Gilmore's looked at each other and both nodded. "Good," Nicholas smiled. "Then let's go in." It was the last time the Gilmore's would see Nicholas smile for a very long time. When Nicholas stepped into her apartment, the first thing that hit him was the smell of pizza and dried up soda. He scanned the room quickly until his eyes fell upon the once gorgeous young teen, now....something else stood in her place. Nicholas nodded to her, not offering his hand or a smile. His eyes bore into hers and the battle of wills had begun. Mrs. Gilmore wrinkled her nose at this new coach. She didn't love him, but there was no one else who had been willing to work with their daughter. She preferred some of the coaches other methods, but they had all told her the same thing, Jessica was hopeless. Furthermore, she wasn't motivated, and she didn't seem to want to do this. The Russian woman they had hired had said she had never seen anything like Jessica, something about her ignoring workouts and going out to eat and drink. None of them felt like wasting their time with her no matter how much money they had. They wanted to train a champion, not babysit. They had debated a babysitter but hiring someone to babysit their 22-year-old daughter didn't exactly seem like the best idea in the world so they were stuck with this man. He didn't come on high recommendations but most said he could at least get the kids to stick with it, so she had relented to her husband." We agree, and we know how our daughter is," she said sadly. "Just...do what you can with her. She used to be so happy and ready to run but lately....well we trust you," she said somewhat lying. Her husband nodded in agreement. She somewhat trusted this man, but really they only trust her because there was no choice in the matter." We've checked your references, we know that you won't hurt our daughter although a little tough love...." Mr. Gilmore mused and shook his head. He was not the man to do this. She'd never listen to him, and he knew nothing about working out or being an Olympic athlete. The only reason they were in this mess was because their daughter just had to love to run and had Olympic dreams. He would have preferred if she went back to college and got a regular job, but she still wanted to live this out so he was going to support her and if that meant getting a 5th coach then he was going to do that. They entered her apartment and were surprised, the place was the cleanest that they had seen it in weeks. Mrs. Gilmore smiled at Jessica who just looked up at them with a bored stare. "You cleaned up," Mrs. Gilmore said. Jessica just shrugged and looked over this new coach. He didn't look that impressive to her. He was certainly fit, and he had this badass look to him. She yawned and a bit into her pizza crust. "Well I didn't have much of a choice," she said. Her parents didn't even bother to roll their eyes at their daughter. They had seen this three previous times. Ever since her first coach had moved on she just didn't seem to want to make it easy. They didn't understand it and when they had asked what had happened Jessica wasn't interested in talking so they had let it drop and let the other coaches worry about it. That didn't seem to work so far, but this time had to be the charm." Well at any rate this is Nicholas, Nicholas this is Jessica. Jessica you have to listen to him. He's being given everything that he needs," Mr. Gilmore said. He wasn't kidding about that either. Any gym memberships, equipment, fitness drinks, or anything that was considered necessary to getting his little girl back in tip-top shape was to be paid for. Jessica just shrugged. "Just like Tatiana?" she asked focusing on the TV. At this point the Gilmore's did roll their eyes. "Nicholas I'm assuming you need some alone time to get to know her. I wish you the best of luck, and you had better listen young lady, or we're not paying for your phone," Mrs. Gilmore said as they started to walk out. Jessica rolled her eyes this time. They always said they'd do something like that, but they had never once cut her allowance or forced her to cut back on her expenses so she didn't take them too seriously. She looked up at her new....'coach'." So........how'd they rope you into this circus?" Jessica asked focusing her eyes back on the TV and finishing off her pizza and soda. Nicholas stood near the doorway where he had first walked in, immobile. Just staring. He looked around the living room and knew that she had cleaned up in haste. She must have thrown whatever trash she had had into other rooms, perhaps the kitchen, perhaps her bedroom or the bathroom. He was no idiot. He watched her quietly, unmoving, not speaking, his face a perfect mask of stillness. The television had some silly reality show on, but he wasn't sure she was truly paying attention to it. He just stood there, Stoic, watching her. A quick glance at her kitchen, just off the foyer, and he could see dishes piled up in her sink. There were napkins of paper towels on the floor, some wrappers, pizza boxes, TV dinner boxes, opened cereal boxes. She probably wasn't a messy person, just lazy. Just didn't care anymore. Nicholas looked back and stared at her again, the silence deafening. He let the time tick away. He was getting paid either way. But he would not lose this battle, not the first one. He ignored her now. He stepped away, into the kitchen, found what he needed, then emerged back from the clutter. Furthermore, he walked directly to the television set, found the cord, and yanked it out of the wall socket. Then, using the scissors he had gotten from the kitchen, he cut the electrical cord at the base. The TV blinked to blackness. He let the pieces of the cord drop to the floor. Then, he walked over to the cordless phone charger and performed the same ritual. Nicholas walked over to her and held out his hand, palm up. "Your cellphone. Give it to me. Now." Jessica just shrugged as he seemed to stand there. She didn't consider it that bit a deal. She liked it more than Tatiana who tried to talk to her in slang terms. If he wasn't going to say anything then she was just going to sit there and live her life. What did she care if some weird guy wanted to watch her? "Feel free to sit down or get a drink," Jessica said figuring that she should be somewhat nice to him. He went over to the kitchen, and she ignored him figuring he was getting something to drink. Her eyes went wide when he went to the back of her TV and pulled out the cord. "HEY! What the fuck are you doing?" she asked and got up to her feet. He just took the scissors and cut the power cord completely! The nerve of him. "You can't do that! That's an expensive TV, you're not being paid to destroy my stuff!" she screamed in a snotty tone. She didn't even have a chance to stop him before he did the same to her phone charger. Honestly that wasn't a gigantic deal. She had a few of them lying around here, but it was the principle of the thing!" You can't just destroy my stuff! Who the fuck do you think you are? When my parents hear about this!" she said firing that warning shot. She knew that he'd start to bend a little bit, no one wanted to lose a meal ticket. Jessica felt her blood run cold, and her heart stop when he mentioned handing over her phone. "MMM no fucking way you fucking psycho. It's my phone, and I'm not giving it up. You can't just come in here and destroy all stuff," she said holding the phone tighter and glaring at him. "God where did my parents find you? Some random street corner?" she asked. Her nostrils flared. She was ready for a fight. There was no way that her parents approved this treatment. He moved quickly, as if to move past her, but the proximity caused him to nudge her slightly. His elbow tapped the small portion of her cellphone that had been exposed from her clutching fist and caused it to fall from her grasp. He continued to walk, not apologizing, and purposefully stepped on the iPhone. It crunched under his jungle boot, and he continued to walk to down the hallway to her bedroom or bathroom." Come," he said sternly. He opened the bathroom door wide and stared into the mess. Dirty clothes, used towels, toilet paper wrappers, and some sanitary wrappers littered her bathroom floor. "Get over here, now. Or you want me to go through your personal stuff by myself." It was not a question. It was a command. Nicholas waited. If she had intimate apparel in her bathroom, no girl could stand a stranger seeing them. He put his hands on his hips and waited. Jessica wanted to try and back away from him, but he was too fast for her. Before she knew what had hit her, her phone was on the ground and crunched. Her eyes went wide, and she got even more furious. "Now just who the hell do you think you are your motherfucker?! That's my phone! It's new! It's how I stay in contact with people...." she said trailing off. Of course people had been contacting her less lately, but that was still the main way she got messages. Her body started to shake a little bit. That was one of her last connections to her friends. She still had her laptop, no way he was going to get close to that. She heard his command and placed her hands on her hips. Furthermore, she didn't want to get over there. Furthermore, she wanted to run out and get her parents. If she turned on the waterworks then maybe she'd get some sympathy, but they were probably already gone. No phone meant that she couldn't call them. She'd head to her parents tonight and talk to them. She wasn't going OT put up with this. Jessica opened her mouth to say no, but then he said that he was going to go through her personal stuff. She looked at her phone on the ground, and she didn't doubt that he'd do that to her. She scowled and walked over to him. "Why are we in here? And why the fuck did you destroy my stuff! You're going to have to pay for that. Daddy isn't going to pay for any of that. This isn't what you're supposed to do," she whined and ranted. She couldn't help herself." So here I am, let's get moving," she said. She was mad at him. Whatever the hell this act was she wouldn't put up with it forever. "Pick up these clothes. Put them in the hamper. Pick up the trash. Put them in the trash bucket. If it doesn't fit, go get a trash bag." He took a step towards her, hovering over her, looking down at her. "Right now. Move!" Nicholas towered over her by nearly seven inches. He had flexed his muscles and had made the veins pop out of his temples. His eyes looked maniacal at times, calm at other times. But he never smiled, and he never stopped staring into her eyes. He said, "Your parents mistakenly introduced me as Nicholas. To you, I am Mr. Spearman, Coach Spearman, or just Coach. Or you can call me sir. Some of my friends call me Spear, but you haven't earned that right. You can call me sir. Your parents paid me to work with you. You are going to work. If you don't, you will be punished. Severely. You have lost your television and your phone privileges. You can earn those back as you clean up. Not before. Now, start moving or you and I are going to have a major problem. Now!" The last word was shouted into her face, spit flying and the heat of his breath smacking her face like a gale force. He stepped aside to allow her access into her bathroom. Then, he looked at his watch. "Go." If Jessica had been in high school this might have scared her. If she was still competing this might have scared her. After going through all of those coaches and all of them trying different tactics to scare her or motivate her she didn't feel that scared. He was big, he was scary, and he would never put a hand on her. She was sure of that fact. All she'd have to do is go screaming to someone and it'd be over. After all pretty blonde gets bruises from track coach? There was no way she could lose." You. Are. Not. My. Mother." she said speaking very clearly and concisely. "I am going to live in my apartment as I see fit," she said looking around. "This looks fine to me. Besides, you were paid to train me not to teach me how to clean," she said wrinkling her nose. She wasn't going to do this. She wasn't going to listen to him. "This is dumb, I'm not a little kid," she said glaring at him." Now, how about we go and..... I don't know....go to the track or something," she said to him. She figured that's what he really wanted and once there she'd weasel her way out of running. She had done it before, and she'd do it again. This guy was so transparent. Nicholas pressed his lips together. It almost looked like a tight smile, but he had made up his mind. If the enemy escalated negotiations to a stalemate, then his next course of action was always to up the ante. He would fight fire with explosives. He would meet her conventional weaponry with his nuclear power. Casually, and almost imperceptibly, Nicholas reached out and took hold of her wrist. A simple twist and movement of his body had her left arm extended fully and painfully angled behind her. He bent her low as if she were bowing to her toilet now, and he twisted further, sending shockwaves and pain up her arm, onto her shoulder and neck. He held her arm locked out and frozen, both of his hands painfully digging into her soft flesh." We never did get to shake hands, Jessica. This is me shaking your hands. Now, how does it feel? I'd like to know." He leaned in closer to her ear. "I can't hear you? I asked you how this feels? No, no, not just the physical pain. The lack of control too. I control you. I control your comfort and your discomfort. Furthermore, I control every move you make, now and until we're done. But let me let that sink in for a bit." He twisted further, on the verge of a break. If she struggled back, she would cause more pain for herself. "Struggle and you hurt yourself further. You see, right about now, the blood is rushing to your head since you're bent forward too steeply. That means more blood to your brain will give you more capacity to think. So you can panic and scream and kick and shout, but you will not be free until you answer my questions. How does it feel?" Jessica was sure that she had won this battle. She was getting ready for him to give in so she could walk out and go and do whatever she felt like doing. She didn't even notice that he was reaching for her until she felt immense pain throughout her arm."HOLY SHIT FUCKING SHIT! CHRIST ASS BITCH MOTHER CUNT THAT FUCKING HURTS!!!!" she screamed and started to fight. She found it quite impossible though. He was too strong for her and even if he was weaker she doubted she could do it. She was facing down now she didn't know what to do. She started to cry a little bit. Furthermore, she didn't know why he was doing this to her! She wanted to ignore him as he started talking, but she realized that it might be worth it to listen. He kept going on and on about how he controlled her and was in charge, and it seemed like a bunch of macho bullshit to her." You can't do this to me!" she shrieked. She tried to fight him off some more, but he was right. It was only causing her more pain. She squirmed a bit and tried to steady her breathing. She couldn't believe how weak she felt. God, she hated herself even more. She hated her parents for doing this to her, and she hated all of her other coaches. She was stuck. Furthermore, she glared at him and clenched her teeth." How does it feel? It feels fucking horrible! My arm hurts, you're being a fucking bully, I feel like I want to sue your ass, and I feel like shit," she said. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Actually, no, I am not happy. Do I look happy?" Nicholas continued to hold her arm hyperextended and twisted. He applied slightly more pressure and watched her wince. "I did this to remind you that I am in charge now. You need to know that I can and will cause you pain, a lot of pain. You need to know that I have no qualms about applying this method of reinforcement. Furthermore, you will live in constant pain until you accept this fact alone. I am your world; I am your master. I say, you do. Plain and simple." Are we clear?" He leaned in, close to her ear. "Are we clear?" Nicholas calculated every move. He knew that when he let her go, she would either lash out at him with some sort of strike or kick. Or she would make a run for it. He had decided that if she did either of those options, he would kick her knees out from under her, drop her to her dirty floor, and apply another painful submission hold. He would hold her in the most uncomfortable position as possible and for much longer. He knew she would lash out or run, only to test his resolve. So he decided to hold her longer. He decided to keep her arm twisted and her bent over until he saw real sweat pouring from her forehead, neck, and back. "I am going to hold this position until you truly realize your predicament. I will not free you until I deem it necessary, not because of your begging, pleading, threatening, or bribing. You can go through all the stages of grief for all I care. I do not care. I am your world and your master." Are we clear on this?" Jessica sneered at him. "Of course you aren't fucking happy you dick," she said. That caused her a little more pain, but she'd put up with it. It hurt like hell, and it was starting to cause her to sweat a bit. She didn't like the sound of him at all. She didn't want to listen to him or do anything that he wanted, but she hadn't turned off coaches by just being surly. Furthermore, she knew when it was time to kiss the ring and listen to them. He was going to keep her here all day, and she wasn't interested in that. She'd grab her car keys later tonight and go to her parents. He had to be leaving a mark on her." Okay..... I understand, and I accept that you're doing this to me. Now please....let me go," she grunted. It hurt her like hell. She might need to rethink her plans for this coach. Dammit this was so unfair! She didn't want to have to deal with this. At least she had eaten before he got here. Just in case he didn't accept what she said she added in a little bit more." You're in charge, and I'll do what you say! Now please....let me go," she said begging a bit. Nicholas held her still. He remained silent, letting the silence save her breathing pervade within the small bathroom. He held onto her so she would get the message. She sounded as if she did, and he needed to hold for as long as possible without being truly sadistic, though he knew he was already being labeled as such by her. He watched the sweat forming, watched her face contort with pain and effort. And then, he released her. He stepped back, just beyond the doorway, and allowed her time to stretch back into an upright position. He watched and waited." Now, pick up this mess. You have one full minute. Nothing on the floor. Go!" He was prepared. If she bolted or attacked, he would inflict even greater pain and double the time of the hold. She would taste the dirt on her floor, and he would stoically wait until her eyes watered, and she was crying for release." All the clothes, all the trash, everything where it belongs. If you try to stuff something where I don't feel it belongs, you will do it all over again and be punished. Are we clear?" "Ouch....oh, thank god my arm," Jessica said moving it around a little bit. It was fine now, but she still had some lingering pain. "I thought you were supposed to be a coach..." she mumbled at him. He didn't seem to make any faces at her. He just looked commanding and didn't want to give her an inch to move. Well he wouldn't be around for long. She was fairly certain of that. At his commands she looked at him like he was crazy. She would run but given how fast he, she didn't think that she'd be able to get away or cause any damage. "Okay," she said feeling a bit self-conscious as she started to clean up the bathroom. She had to bend over a lot which meant her ass was visible, and her shirt was riding up a little bit. It was an older shirt that had been tight when she bought it but was overly so now. She hurried up as best she could. She didn't think that a minute was really that much time, but she put all the trash in her smallish trash can and all of her clothes were in her hamper. Furthermore, she didn't know why this mattered. Soon enough she was able to get it down and the bathroom floor was mostly visible again." There you go, I did it," she said to him breathing a little hard from how fast she did move. He knew he would find something, at least one thing on the floor. He stepped inside, around her, and looked behind the toilet and the trash can. There was toilet paper or tissue paper still on the floor. Two or three small, crumpled pieces. He turned to her and shook his head." No. You are not done." Nicholas kicked the trash can and then the hamper. He kicked it hard enough to spill the clothes that were stuffed inside. Then he bent and swept his arm across the counter of her vanity and all of her bottles of perfume, hairspray, toothpaste, pill bottles, vitamin bottles, empty water bottles, came crashing down." One minute. Pick up this mess. Move!" Nicholas stepped back and allowed her to clean up or not. He was prepared to inflict pain again. The one thing he did notice: her form as she bent and struggled with effort. She had filled out her old t-shirt with a more voluptuous body than he had imagined. He knew what two years of inactivity would do to an athlete, but Jessica seemed to have tried very hard to go in the opposite direction. Atrophy would have been a lighter sentence. This, this new body of hers, was bordering on gluttony." Move now," he repeated. "Last warning. You think I accept half-assed work? You think details don't matter to me?" Jessica looked at him happily. She was fairly certain that she had gotten everything that he had wanted. Then he looked behind the toilet and found something. Her jaw nearly hit the ground when he started to making a mess of everything. She glared at him and watched as all of her hard work was destroyed because this idiot wanted to trash her room. God this was just too fucking much for her. Jessica knew that she didn't have many choices. Running would go badly and so would fighting. That was when as idea came to her. She plopped herself down on the ground. She grossed her arms and she looked up at him. "Details do fucking matter, but this is a fucking bathroom you crazy man," she said glaring at him. She thought she might pay for this, but she was mad. She felt like she was being treated like a child." If you're going to treat me like a child then I'm not going to do it. It was three fucking pieces of paper. I could have just fucking picked it up. I don't need to do everything all over again. You made this mess now how about you clean your shit up," she said crossing her arms and glaring at him. She wanted to see if he'd actually hurt her while she was doing nothing. Nicholas furrowed his brows. This was unusual. Most of his clients gave in by now. Jessica certainly was a challenge. And she had smiled! She had smiled at him after all of his teachings! She was so insolent. He would have to wipe that smile off her face. Very swiftly, Nicholas lashed out with his foot, the blade of his right foot finding her neck. It was not a strike intended to knock her out, but more of a quick placement at her voice box and a sudden pressure. He drove the blade of his foot into her neck until her body and head backed into the wall behind her. Then, he pressed, his leg solid as steel. He watched her begin to choke." I told you not to test me. I told you if you did, you would fail. Now I will have to teach you again." He let go of her neck and reached down, driving his thumb and fingers into her elbow and bicep area. He squeezed her arm, sure to leave marks, and applied enough pressure to illicit a scream or yelp. Furthermore, he squeezed until her skin turned red. The pressure point was meant to send shock waves up her arm and shoulder. He stood her up, grasping even tighter. In order to prevent retaliation from her free hand, he grabbed that wrist and twisted it behind her. Now they were in some obscene embrace, his arm wrapped around her, their faces close together. The arm at her back was now lifted, dangerously close to breaking. He stared into her eyes, unsmiling, unmoved. "Four minutes. You will experience this pain for four minutes. If you acquiesce, you will be freed." Jessica thought he'd change his methods or try well anything else. Instead, here she was with a foot on her neck. She wanted to scurry away but with the wall behind her, she had nowhere to go. She started to choke and looked at him. Furthermore, she was trying to control her breathing, but it was getting too hard, and she was starting to panic a little bit. Furthermore, she tried to pull it off, but he let go of her, and she gasped for air. Her relief was short-lived as he grabbed her again. He was squeezing her harshly and tears started to pool in her eyes. "OUCH!! That fucking hurts! Stop!" she begged screaming a bit. Her whole arm and shoulder hurt. It seemed like it shouldn't, but it did, it really did hurt her. She wasn't focused enough to stop him and soon her other arm was being twisted again. Both of her arms were killing her, and he was yelling at her. She started to sniffle a little bit. She wanted to yell at him, but she couldn't at the moment. Furthermore, she fought to free herself but once again it was pointless. Her low lip trembled, and before she could stop herself she started to cry. Her eyes got red and puffy, watery tears started to roll down her rounded cheeks. She hung her head and was sobbing. She didn't know how to make it stop, and she hadn't been listening because she had been in so much pain."THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!" she screamed through her tears. "I DON'T WANT THIS!!!!!! I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE AND I HATE YOU AND I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING!" she screamed and hung her head as she sobbed. Nicholas stared at her, no emotions showing through. He counted out two minutes, maintaining the pressure at her elbow and her other arm. Two minutes was a very long time when holding on position. After two minutes, he counted another two minutes. His own hands and fingers were fatiguing, but he held tightly. He did not let up nor loosen up. Four minutes are what he had said, and he would live up to it. Ignoring her rant and rave, he said, "Do you know just how long four minutes is? Truly? It might seem short, but it is not. It is an eternity when pain and suffering are involved. Hold a glass of water by your side, and it seems very light. Hold a glass of water with your arm extended and count out four minutes, and you will be sweating." Just like you are now. I can see your tears and I hear your pain in your voice. But I want you to understand and obey me. You have not learned this first lesson yet, but I am patient. We can continue this lesson until you are ready to move to the next." Are you ready, Jessica?" At four minutes, he was ready to let go. But he waited for her to answer him. If or when she relented to his rule, he would release her and watch as she cleaned her bathroom again. He cared not for her tears, only her obedience. Jessica had assumed that he'd let go of her, but he seemed unmoved by her tears. Whatever. If he didn't care about her then she wasn't going to care about him. He could pull this macho bullshit all he wanted, but she knew it was all an act. He probably got to doing shit like this to little girls. She didn't even listen to him as he rambled on about whatever it was. She was just focused on her own tears. Soon enough she was cried out and she and looked up at him with red bloodshot eyes. She shook her head at him. "No," she said simply. She was in pain, but her whole body felt like it was in pain right now. Her head hurt and all she wanted to do was go back into bed and sob her eyes out. "No... I'm not going to do this, I'm a fucking person, and I'm not going to.....ugh," she said starting to sniffle again." You think you're so tough, well you've never been in my position. You've never been me, you don't know how fucking hard my life is so gone ahead and bully me around. I don't fucking care because it doesn't fucking matter," she said angry at him. She was actually shaking a little bit. And then, he let her go. He took a step back, and he looked at her. He waited for her to rub out the pain in her elbows and shoulders and then sat down on the restroom cover. Furthermore, he watched her as she spoke and waited." You're actually very wrong. I do care about what you think and what you feel. That is the point, isn't it? I care that you think the way you do, and you act the way you do. But it is a wrong decision. Your choice to feel pain and sorrow and pity are choices. Sit down, Jessica. Go ahead. Sit." He waited. Nicholas relented and allowed her the freedom of space, despite being inside of her cramped bathroom. He would listen to her and talk to her, but he would still make her clean up. "You are a human being, and you deserve to be treated with respect. I will give you that respect if you admit to giving me respect and giving yourself respect." She had not sat down yet so he said, "Look in the mirror. Go ahead. Look. Look at yourself. Your eyes are blood shot, but they are a beautiful blue. Your hair is greasy and unkempt, yet many girls would kill for your blond hair. Your body is gorgeous and voluptuous, yet you know damn well you are a strong and fast athlete." So make the choice right now. Decide to respect me and yourself. Decide to be done with this pain and this bullshit. Your choice, Jessica. What will it be?" After his hands left her body she calmed down a little bit. She listened to him talk and it kind of did make sense to her. She was able to control her breathing a little bit and felt a bit better. Furthermore, she normally cried a few times a week now but this one felt different. It felt like most of her tears had left her today. She stayed off the ground as he talked with her about respect and such. At least he seemed to be listening to her now. Everything that he had done before had just confused the hell out of her." I know... I have respect for me and myself," she said to him. She crossed her arms and sighed. "Okay I'll look in the mirror," she said. She did look in the mirror, and it was the first time that she had really done it in a long time. She had spent months avoiding the mirror. Furthermore, she had always been vain about her looks before, but lately they just didn't seem that important to her. She looked at herself for a second and then looked away. Furthermore, she bit her lower lip and without another word she started to clean up. Furthermore, she didn't really want to clean anything up, but she couldn't face the mirror right now. Furthermore, she wasn't sure if she still had that time limit or not, but she figured it was best to work fast. Once again she was sweating a bit, and she checked behind the toilet, not making the same mistake as last time." The bathroom is clean," she said not looking at his face.

Out of Focus (swiggy3000 x Knightshadow)|rating:2.0

Blurts_ Sexual Role Playing

Ok, in an outrageous attempt to gain the notorious 1000 postmark, I now start this thread. Something that would be interesting to do is post your Saying interests. For instance:Aliyah is interested in:magic/fantasy, vampire threads, historical threads, "lovey" type sex threads, role plays which include sex in them as a background. Or it could just be a place for random blurts, such as:I'm so annoyed that I'm sick and haven't had sex for a week. Anything will do people, just blurt it out I'm in, just to help out Aliyah, because I want to see what outrageous caption she creates for herself.! I love Ring of any kind, just about. Name it, I'll do it, long as I have one or more good Ropers / writers in the thread with me!*juggle to Aliyah* My SRP interests are: Romantic Threads, Fantasy/Sci-fi threads, and anything interesting and fun to play. Also, I'm tired, and I'm sick of my freakin' job! >_ BriefcaseRonin said: My SRP interests are: Romantic Threads, Fantasy/Sci-fi threads, and anything interesting and fun to play. Also, I'm tired, and I'm sick of my freakin' job! Sgt;_Lt; Click to expand... Pooh Romantic threads *big sigh*I don't have a job, but I'm tired and sick regardless. Thanks for joining in shadow, always can count on you, my stalwart friend I enjoy romantic threads too. Have one or two going now in fact *g* shadowoftheheart said: I enjoy romantic threads too. Have one or two going now in fact *g* Click to expand... oh are u falling in love with Spacey on the beach? Hmm, two other lovely people who like romantic threads? Anyone else thinking what I'm thinking? Romantic Threesome? Hmm? He. That sure seems to be a likely direction for that thread. *g*I was thinking of The Knight (you wouldn't know anything about 'that' thread though would ya!) *Sigh* I love that thread. It's so romantic. *Pouts* I almost cried when Rose had to leave to go to war. Wow, I feel silly now. A fan! Thanks BriefcaseRonin! Don't worry, not silly at all. I kinda get bought up in it from time to time myself. *g* BriefcaseRonin said: Hmm, two other lovely people who like romantic threads? Anyone else thinking what I'm thinking? Romantic Threesome? Hmm? Click to expand... ahem...who said I like romantic threads LOLOL yeah I think I did." The Knight" is actually a pretty interesting thread. I had to read all 7 pages of it, and it was intoxicating. But I'm pretty sure as soon as I jumped in, my parts began to suck lol :bows: Thank you BriefCaseRonin. I'll try and keep things interesting for the readers. I think Romantic threads are pretty fun myself. Furthermore, I like other types as well, trying to keep my horizons broadening. Getting in a rut isn't very much fun. :chuckles: I am sure we can get you pulled in and get you situated Ali. Don't worry about it. Things will look up soon. As far as SRPs, I have a soft spot for romantic stories and quirky ones that veer off the beaten path, fantasy and sci-fi in particular. I still want to work out a remake of Heart of a Wolf, possibly with Ambrosia Caress. Well Jade, I'm already getting Aliyah pulled into the storyline. Take a look if you haven't yet. Yes shadow...you do a lovely job of pulling people into things. :chuckles: Yes she does. She's got quite a talent for it. This is a perfect place to discuss thread ideas. Hmm, maybe a Romantic Fantasy or Sci-fi? Either one can be quite good, as long as you have a pretty good SL in mind. How bout just fantasy...drop the romantic. My character reserves the right to be a slut in each and every role play. *blushes*WWW, you guys!!! Stop! Lol. I like cheese. And, as far as RP's go, I can do just about anything. If the other writers are good, I can even feel alright with a weak story ... We can pull it out, as it were .... Aww, is Romance so bad? Well, let's see. Slutty Fantasy? Hmm, Elf maiden gets kidnapped by horny band of mercenaries? I wouldn't be so bold as to say I'm a 'good' writer, but I think I can be tolerated. :chuckles: That could work too. That's about like the thread I'm doing with Little golden, Time Clash. You are a very good writer Briefcaseronin. I'm decent, but you are much better than I am. Louis, Jade, flattery will get you everywhere. There are many places I like to go. *interjects this love fest to score another post* Mmm, you can go anywhere you like, Hun. :grins: Just say when.:gets a flashback of Mel Brooks' History of the World Part 1: Ok people, I have another little fun thing to add to this thread. From what I can see, most of you are fantastic writers, so I thought I should advertise. You haven't already, take a look. It promises to be good frustratingly clean fun. *Chews her gum.* 8:30 Very cool Ali.: pounces on BriefcaseRonin, molests and runs: EEP! *Falls over, molested, and melts.* No, don't run! *Chases after* :grins and waves: Well, I would love to stay longer, but RL calls.the bed that is. I will try and see you all tomorrow night, hopefully. blows kisses to the ladies before retiring.: Sky Jade said: :grins and waves: Well, I would love to stay longer, but RL calls.the bed that is. I will try and see you all tomorrow night, hopefully. blows kisses to the ladies before retiring.: Click to expand... night Jade Sky Jade said: :grins and waves: Well, I would love to stay longer, but RL calls.the bed that is. I will try and see you all tomorrow night, hopefully. blows kisses to the ladies before retiring.: Click to expand... Nicene from me too, SJ! Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, hot stuff. Hey look I'm almost to 800...maybe at this rate I'll be at 1000 by the end of the week Let's discuss something interesting, such as the reasons why men think that I actually want to watch them jerk off on webcam. Does that turn women on? It's never turned me on. That doesn't mean guys can't be hot. But I've never been in a mood to watch them flog their dongs. Lol well I agree that sometimes the guys are hot...but I'd much rather see their faces and their reactions to what they are doing than just see their cocks point-blank. Me, I like SCIFI and fantasy role-play a lot. Historical gets me too. But if something catches my interest, like Asylum, I can go with most anything. And really have no thoughts as to my role-playing skills. At times my spelling and punctuation suck. Others not. Lol. I've had many people say that think I'm good though. However, to this point they seem to have a general demeanor that's the same. I've to branch out a bit. (my opinion)As to the watching a guy on webcam...Wouldn't be my thing. Or even a woman for that matter. I'd want to see their whole bodies. How their body reacts, how they sound. What their face shows. So many things, little and big that that cant convey. RP...you can. You can give all the details you want, and form a picture in your mind, create the experience from there thoughts as it were. Chris leopard lover said: And really have no thoughts as to my role-playing skills. At times my spelling and punctuation suck. Others not. Lol. I've had many people say that think I'm good though. However, to this point they seem to have a general demeanor that's the same. I've to branch out a bit. (my opinion) Chris Click to expand... Me, I just suck *Drops his shorts, so Aliyah can prove it as he's already standing to attention*Suck away then *begins selling tickets and sets up a popcorn stand*Can't miss a golden opportunity like this! Cum one cum all! *Grin* *sets up a video camera* Bootlegs sell more than the real thing...gotta have good lighting though. LMFAO who said I was talking about sucking cock?hey there Joker Wild Aw, man! You mean I set all this up and there's not going to be a show?*sigh* sup Ali...WHAT NO BJs? *sighs and takes down video camera* there goes my day. He. Great minds think alike Same time and everything, Joker Wild. Lolmaybe it's time to restore my former avatar hmmmmJoker let shadow videotape...might be kinda hard for you to keep control of the camera I just noticed that shadow lol, jinx buy me a coke (don't ask, something me n my friends used to do). You're right Ali, the camera would shake a lot and the angle would be focused to one spot lol. Joker Wild said: I just noticed that shadow lol, jinx buy me a coke (don't ask, something me n my friends used to do). You're right Ali, the camera would shake a lot and the angle would be focused to one spot lol. Click to expand... Ah. Well, I tried. *pulls his shorts up and tries to be good for now.* Role play is one of my favorite things! A good strong story and good writers make it a joy. I like writing someone I can relate to. I like to inject enough real life bits to make it feel real to me. Sex alone does not a story make. Fury ~ waves ~ Hi all. You all HAVE to know by know what I like. LOL. Note to Dr Stein. Would love to do the Heart of the Wolf story. I am soon sorry I kinda lagged behind in the Hitchhiker story. Pweese forgive???~bats her eyes all coy like. ~ Ambrosia Caress said: ~ waves ~ Hi all. You all HAVE to know by know what I like. LOL. Note to Dr Stein. Would love to do the Heart of the Wolf story. I am soon sorry I kinda lagged behind in the Hitchhiker story. Pweese forgive??? ~bats her eyes all coy like. ~ Click to expand... *waves back*Yeah Heart of the Wolf and Dr. Stein are hot! So is the lemme who writes in that thread. Can't remember the name, but I love that thread! Makes me wish I were in it! Fury Man, I go to sleep and then work and miss all the fun. Ah well, maybe some fun can be stirred up tonight somewhat. Sky Jade said: Man, I go to sleep and then work and miss all the fun. Ah well, maybe some fun can be stirred up tonight somewhat. Click to expand... There was fun??? Where? Fury bump *tacklehuggles Ali*We didn't forget about you, we were just waiting in respectful, reverent silence for your return.*chortle cough* shadowoftheheart said: *tacklehuggles Ali* We didn't forget about you, we were just waiting in respectful, reverent silence for your return. *chortle cough* Click to expand... lol I bet*cough bullshit cough* Enjoy any SRP where sex is secondary to a good plot and character development. Things that involve werewolves and such not get a little off as everyone has their own ideas of how those mythic beasts react to different stimuli(SP?) so I veer off from those. I'm an avid RPG'er in real life so when people throw dragons and stuff in SRP's I like to pull out my Dungeon Master guide and Monster Manual and usually those things clash with other peoples "ideas" for the beasts. But nevertheless Fantasy is fine as long as the "fantasy" portion is kept well in check. Pretty much anything where I can throw plot twists and backstory into is something I enjoy (Ali and anyone who has read Princess and the Pauper know damn well I like my backstory and that I rarely miss a chance to toss it is in). I like to give credence to my characters choices by backstory and character trait instead of just having my character DO something just because. For example if my character is an avid wood carver I like to tell why he's good at it. Did he teach himself? Did someone teach him? Ya know things like that. So I guess the one thing I'm sick and tired of is characters in SRP's and any other forms of literature just doing something and not giving credence to how and why.It's all rather silly but meh...that's me I guess. On an off note I can't believe you just want to spam your way to 1k posts for something like a custom user title. And I can't believe I'm helping. *smacks self in head* all well the damage is done. Sins666 said: Enjoy any SRP where sex is secondary to a good plot and character development. Things that involve werewolves and such not get a little off as everyone has their own ideas of how those mythic beasts react to different stimuli(SP?) so I veer off from those. I'm an avid RPG'er in real life so when people throw dragons and stuff in SRP's I like to pull out my Dungeon Master guide and Monster Manual and usually those things clash with other peoples "ideas" for the beasts. But nevertheless Fantasy is fine as long as the "fantasy" portion is kept well in check. Pretty much anything where I can throw plot twists and backstory into is something I enjoy (Ali and anyone who has read Princess and the Pauper know damn well I like my backstory and that I rarely miss a chance to toss it is in). I like to give credence to my characters choices by backstory and character trait instead of just having my character DO something just because. For example if my character is an avid wood carver I like to tell why he's good at it. Did he teach himself? Did someone teach him? Ya know things like that. So I guess the one thing I'm sick and tired of is characters in SRP's and any other forms of literature just doing something and not giving credence to how and why. It's all rather silly but meh...that's me I guess. On an off note I can't believe you just want to spam your way to 1k posts for something like a custom user title. And I can't believe I'm helping. *smacks self in head* all well the damage is done. Click to expand... I know what you mean! I think there has to be lots of communication between the writers and not too many cooks if you know what I mean. I LOVE vamps and werewolves, but usually everyone has so many different ideas it makes it a little unwieldy. Furthermore, I always come from the point of view, what would my character do and why? Furthermore, I have to live in their skin. The story is the thing. Sex is lovely as a spice to that. Role playing is my than. Fury I love doing Vamp sorry and occatioily a werewolf. As for ppl's defeat ideas of what they can do and can't do I like to make the rule clear before hand in PM's or in a IOC. Makes it easier to play it. And I always put my self in my Chars shoes I'm always thinking now WHT would I do if that was me. Chuckle. I'm also willing to at least try any kind of RP were its RP or SRP... Fancy is what I work in best the. I was just on a vampire kick lately, and still have a couple vampire RP's running. I'm not making any new vampire RP's right now, but I still enjoy vampires very much. It's the whole power, darkness, power-exchange, domination thing.... He-he. Never done a vamp myself. And my wars are usually quite civil, even in their other forms. The hybrid form is just an author. They still have full control and usually aren't based on the moon. Though they aren't wolves either. Sins666 said: On an off note I can't believe you just want to spam your way to 1k posts for something like a custom user title. And I can't believe I'm helping. *smacks self in head* all well the damage is done. Click to expand... Is this considered spamming? *blinks innocently*Thanks for helping mi Emory the way my yahoo is fucking broker!!! FAH! Don't listen to Sins. If you didn't have this thread for it, I'd just invite you to every one of my RP's ... You love it when I twist your arm n make you join up in new RP's, right Aliyah?*grin* shadowoftheheart said: FAH! Don't listen to Sins. If you didn't have this thread for it, I'd just invite you to every one of my RP's ... You love it when I twist your arm n make you join up in new RP's, right Aliyah? *Grin* Click to expand... lol you're evil woman! I can't handle any more RP's especially not with NATO in 2 days or whatever'm probably going to spend most of November at my computer *sigh* I need help was trying to take the 50 word challenge. The previous poster left the word' jinn '. This word is not in my dictionary. Does anyone know what the word' jinn' means? Lol. Ya know Ali if you'd consented to putting on a show you would get more posts. hazel43 said: I was trying to take the 50 word challenge. The previous poster left the word' jinn '. This word is not in my dictionary. Does anyone know what the word' jinn' means? Click to expand... Sometimes it is used as a short version of a magical being that can be nice or very bad. Sort of I Dream of Jeannie. They grant wishes. Tend to live in bottles. Tend to prevent wishes horribly. Well that was what I thought of anyway. Hope this helps. Fury Interesting... Thank you Furry Fury. hazel43 said: Interesting... Thank you Furry Fury. Click to expand... Anytime Sugar!*grins*Love to help! Fury Hero all! New to this site but not to role-play. I'm willing to try any kind of RP or SRP really. Vampires are cool and so is fantasy. Hope to join some fun games soon! Oh, and they can look like a male or a female. They can also look like fearsome monsters.AD&D geek knowledge there...*snickers*Fury Aliyahlovinsex said: Is this considered spamming? *blinks innocently* Thanks for helping mi armor by the way my yahoo is fucking broke ARGH!!! Click to expand... Your welcome love. Even thought I hate spam I'll help anyway.Ah, that sucks! Coherent click the link that says "Windows build (v1.5.0)" and d/l and install that. Then simply set up your yahoo account on that. Won't have all the functions of yahoo but at least you will be able to chat. Leopardlover said: lol. Ya know Ali if you'd consented to putting on a show you would get more posts. Click to expand... I have a picture thread LL, what more do you want Aliyahlovinsex said: I have a picture thread LL, what more do you want Click to expand... The world in a tea cup? *saunters in and gets comma* Hey! Aitch all leaving someone out? Ok, my bits and pieces of ramble. Shadow: Love your style woman! *Huge* Love to see your name in a SRP I'm in! Sky: Awesome avatar! Fury: I have been wanting to talk to you for a long while! Your name intrigues me. Does it mean you are in fact, a Furry? Good luck on racking up posts! I was wondering how you get the custom title! Thanks Sheena. I thought it was pretty good. I've to love neo-kitties! I'm going to be a neo-kitty-school-girl for Halloween! Very cute. I am a big fan of newsgirls myself. He-he, comes with being an anime fan. I am sure you will look very sexy in your costume. He-he. Thanks Sheena. I do try to write good and entertaining stories, so ... Yay! To kitties, Sheena and Sky.*pet pet* SheevaKitten said: *saunters in and gets comma* Hey! Aitch all leaving someone out? Ok, my bits and pieces of ramble. Lt;snippet; Fury: I have been wanting to talk to you for a long while! Your name intrigues me. Does it mean you are in fact, a Furry? Good luck on racking up posts! I was wondering how you get the custom title! Click to expand... Hi SheevaKitten! How are ya? Am I a person who goes to cons in a big fur suit and has sex? Nope. Am I a person who doesn't shave everywhere but the head on her shoulders? Nope. I just love my little kitty, and she is quite the Furry Fury when playing. Precious than! I will answer almost any question anytime I'm about. I like your nick on here too!*smiles and purrs*Fury The kitties are taking over Lit erotica! Shadowoftheheart said: The kitties are taking over Lit erotica! Click to expand... *giggles*We should all get together in a thread and do some serious pussy whipping.*blushes*Did I just say that? No, couldn't be. Fury Furry Fury said: *giggles* We should all get together in a thread and do some serious pussy whipping. *blushes* Did I just say that? No, couldn't be. Fury Click to expand... Woo Hui!!!*borrows her sister's paddles, whips, floggers, etc.*OK, I'm all for that. Sheena, Sky Jade, Furry Fury ... any other pussies want to get whipped?*grin*Oh, I bet Aliyah does, right dear? I'd be happy to be the facilitator of the whipping if need be. Even got me own whip to. MMM...why did I get dragged into this? I don't want to be whipped. I would rather do the whipping. Sky Jade said: MMM...why did I get dragged into this? I don't want to be whipped. I would rather do the whipping. Click to expand... *giggle*It was the kitty ears. OK Sky, you can be on this side of the flogger. But, that makes one less ass to beat. I suppose I would have to volunteer to switch, just a little bit, in such a case.*sighs at the imposition* Sins666 said: I'd be happy to be the facilitator of the whipping if need be. Even got me own whip to. Click to expand... Absolutely. So we got three volunteers for *this* side ... Who, oh who, will volunteer their butts?*glaces to Sheena and furry fury... won't assume any more (thanks Sky)* Three whippers be we and not nary an ass ta whip. What a sad state we whippers be in aye? Sins666 said: Three whippers be we and not nary an ass ta whip. What a sad state we whippers be in aye? Click to expand... Sorry you cats, had some computer problems. I'd love to volunteer my ass and puss for a whipping. In fact, I just got on in RL. *snickers*So bring it online! Fury *meows and turns around, bending over and waving her ass invitingly* *laughs. Is a pussycat by definition would guess. And might be okay with his ass being whipped if it was by the right person* Lol. Damn us kitties are -easy-. Give ourselves a bad rep., be seen as sluts. Three asses given up willingly, Three arms with whips, willing to beat said asses. I think we got ourselves a thing. Shadowoftheheart said: Three asses given up willingly, Three arms with whips, willing to beat said asses. I think we got ourselves a thing. Click to expand... I concur. So...who do I get ta whip eh? *eyes the three asses lustily*I have no aversion to any of 'em. No aversion here either. I have a ... Hamm. Preference . For the feminine asses.*grin*Perhaps we should take turns? It might almost be more exciting if the owners of said asses don't know from one swat to the next who is delivering them?*grin* He-he, taking turns sounds good to me. I'm ready anytime. *starts laying out paddles, whips, floggers, teasers, cuffs, blindfolds, etc.*Um ... most are borrowed, but hey ... *g*Feel free to use whatever strikes your fancy . If you don't have your own toys that is. Ali, do you mind, or should we take this to a more ... appropriate forum? *g* shadowoftheheart said: *starts laying out paddles, whips, floggers, teasers, cuffs, blindfolds, etc.* Um ... most are borrowed, but hey ... *g* Feel free to use whatever strikes your fancy . If you don't have your own toys that is. Ali, do you mind, or should we take this to a more ... appropriate forum? *g* Click to expand... You don't think a Mexican bull whip is overkill do ya?*lays out his 8ft Mexican bull that tapers to a near string thick piece of woven leather at the end* Sins666 said: You don't think a Mexican bull whip is overkill do ya? *lays out his 8ft Mexican bull that tapers to a near string thick piece of woven leather at the end* Click to expand... *perk’s and drools*Oh no, not at all! Now, don't ask me to throw it but ... purr!*may have to switch just a little* :chuckles softly: Well, I've not had experience doing this, so I try to be good." Grabs a small wooden paddle and hits it against his open palm for a moment. Nice. *chuckles and picks up a leather 32 fall flogger*Here we go.*Swings it in a figure eight pattern*That will work. Shadowoftheheart said: *perk’s and drools* Oh no, not at all! Now, don't ask me to throw it but ... purr! *may have to switch just a little * Click to expand... Just making sure. I leave some really nasty welts with this sucker.*cracks whip* *smiles*Well, I will leave it to the sacrificial pussies to say if they will or won't want to feel its sting. Lemme feel it . Just once!*bends over, still clutching the flogger, wriggling her rear covered as it is in a short skirt and panties* Alright. If ya want.*slowly swings his right arm back and forth like a pendulum by his side then quickly lifts his arm up over his head spinning the whip in a circle above his head and with a quick snap of the wrist brings just the last few inches of the whip cracking down on her left clothing covered ass check causing an audible cracking sound* *Yelp’s, jolts upward dancing round a little, giggles softly rubbing her rear*Yeah that stings! Bowie! OK, make the other cheek match!*She bends back over, grinning* :grins: Sure thing.:He steps up and gives a nice, firm hit with the paddle across both cheeks.: *yikes! Jolts up, rubbing her ass cheeks, wriggling a little*Hey, I didn't expect that!*keener! To Sky Jade*Ok, looks like I am the sacrificial pussy til we get one of the others back. But I get first call!*grins, lifting her skirt up and bending back over now with just her panties as padding*Okay, fire away. *Runs in quick, yanks her pants down and bends over a table.*Please! Spank me! I love to be spanked!*Waits in joy.* Oh, this is going to be so much fun. MMS looking between the two offers asses.:"Decisions, decisions.":he chuckles and grabs another paddle for his other hand, hitting both girls at the same time. Sneaky like the Cupping*Sneaks in all sneaky like, for that is what the sneaky are known to do. But if the sneaky were known to be sneaky would they in fact, be sneaky? For then people would watch the sneaky people to try and see what it looks like when the sneaky people are being sneaky, but one can't be sneaky when everyone is watching him try to be sneaky. So in fact sneaky people are not known to be sneaky, or so they hope*((didn't know what to do =\)) *perk’s at Briefcase!*MMM... Do you like floggers BR?*still bent over, ass wriggling, but swinging her flogger and clearly anxious to start flogging a sweet girl's ass* Happy birthday to me! Joker Wild said: Happy birthday to me! Click to expand... Happy birthday Joker Wild! Spank you very much shadowofheart well, well... I see you all have been busy in my long absence (RL sucks ass) Having fun? Happy Birthday, Joker! Joker Wild said: spank you very much shadowofheart Click to expand... He. Well, you are in the right place if you want virtual birthday whacks! Sins666. Sky Jade, and I are already willing and able to whip, spank, or flog. Ummm... I am onlytemporarilyin the get-spanked mode!*flourishes her flogger*See? *Is here. Has never got a spanking. Wonders if he will like it.*I think... We have a bit more than just some spanking planned Shadow. *lifts the cuffs and teasers speculatively. Knows he will enjoy the cuffs. Isn't quite so certain how much he shall enjoy the pain on his lily-white ass, but it seems he shall find out soon. Hello people I don't know! Sgt;.Sgt;*jumps down onto a chair and leans back, tuning his bass guitar*hey Ali, nice to meetchahey shadow Irishdude99 said: *jumps down onto a chair and leans back, tuning his bass guitar* hey Ali, nice to betcha hey shadow Click to expand... Welcome IrishdudeNice to meet you too... I think...we'll find out later leopard lover said: *Is here. Has never got a spanking. Wonders if he will like it.* I think... We have a bit more than just some spanking planned Shadow. *lifts the cuffs and teasers speculatively. Knows he will enjoy the cuffs. Isn't quite so certain how much he shall enjoy the pain on his lily-white ass, but it seems he shall find out soon. Click to expand... Don't worry leopard. I'll take the pain away later... hmm...how about you just take my word for it and enjoy the times to come?and just call me Chris *puts her skirt back down in place . Spankings apparently over with sky jade asleep*Ali! *Tackle hugs!*Hey there! And leopard lover ... I will be gentle ... Bare hand spanks to start? Irishdude99 said: hmm... how about you just take my word for it and enjoy the times to come? And just call me Chris Click to expand... Oral puts. And so what's Irish about you? Have a temper? Shadowoftheheart said: Ali! *Tackle hugs!* Click to expand... Shadow!!! *Rub rubs*How's life my little mistress of pain? HeheI think Joker Wild doesn't like me *swings her flogger in a figure 8 pattern*OK, our volunteer asses are gone except for leopard. Leopardlover, bend over. Anyone else want their asses flogged? :smirks:I didn't fall asleep... I got distracted by other things. *bends over, a bit hesitantly*Yeah... Easy at first. But be warned, it might get me so horny I go on a sexual rampage. And Aliyah, I'd love it. Aliyahlovinsex said: Oral puts. And so what's Irish about you? Have a temper? Click to expand... a lot of things, but nah a temper is not one of them.*stays in his seat* sorry shadow Yikes! Sky Jade, Ali, Irish, leopard lover!*going into cool-person overload!*What do I do first? Flog, be spanked, Yikes! Leopardlover said: *bends over, a bit hesitantly* Yeah... Easy at first. But be warned, it might get me so horny I go on a sexual rampage. And Aliyah, I'd love it. Click to expand... MMM I'm there Aliyahlovinsex said: Shadow!!! *Rub rubs* How's life my little mistress of pain? Hehe I think Joker Wild doesn't like me Click to expand... *licks Ali* I do like ya, I'm just an title wispy right now. Leopardlover said: *bends over, a bit hesitantly* Yeah... Easy at first. But be warned, it might get me so horny I go on a sexual rampage. And Aliyah, I'd love it. Click to expand... *begins by dragging the 32 tails of the leather flogger across leopard lover's ass, also touching and rubbing with her bare hand*Have to get it warmed up. I will be gentle. (adds joker wild to the cool people online making me go into overload mode list) *purrs. Likes the rubbing* So the making it warm first does what exactly? Joker Wild said: *licks Ali* I do like ya, I'm just an title wispy right now. Click to expand... Pooh I got licked *swoon*What were you doing tonight Joker?TSK TSK too much partying Irishdude99 said: a lot of things, but nah a temper is not one of them. *stays in his seat* sorry shadow Click to expand... too bad. I like a hot-tempered man. Take control type. *blink*Did Ali disappear?*chuckles and plugs his bass into an amp and turns it on, turning the distortion on and playing a slow dark rift for leopard, the rift slowly quickening as one's body tenses when trying something new.*The things I do when I'm reedit: Oh there Ali island just because I'm hot-tempered doesn't I mean I don't take control. There are better ways of controlling things. Hey at the rate I'm posting I'll be at 1000 post by the end of novemberwhoohoo*sigh* Irishdude99 said: Did Ali disappear? Click to expand... No I'm just invisible, so idiots can't bother me....of course that isn't working anyhow, but hey it was worth a shot. Oh, and because I'm slacking on my role plays was partying but since it's a weekday I cant do everything i want to do so I'm here. Awesome to post 1000 ...bet I can beat you there! I'm on post.14 >.>Don't doubt me! Joker Wild said: was partying but since it's a weekday I cant do everything i want to do so I'm here. Click to expand... we can have cyber sex Will that make up? P.S. I'm joking. Irishdude99 said: Awesome to post 1000 ...bet I can beat you there! I'm on post.14 Sgt;.Sgt; Don't doubt me! Click to expand... lol well just make a bunch of ridiculous posts like some ppl do You could have it a day or so. Aliyahlovinsex said: we can have cyber sex Will that make up? P.S. I'm joking. Click to expand... tease *does indeed tense, the music heightening the mood* leopard lover said: *purrs. Likes the rubbing* So the making it warm first does what exactly? Click to expand... Gets the blood moving. Prepares the skin. If you just go to wailing on someone it'll hurt more, and not in a good way. And its more likely to leave marks.*lightly smacks each ass cheek with her bare open palm* Joker Wild said: tease Click to expand... Love you too Aliyahlovinsex said: lol well just make a bunch of ridiculous posts like some ppl do You could have it a day or so. Click to expand... that would be kinda lame though*mutes the bass and runs his finger down the string, letting the sound ring for a few minutes* hey I'm a lit guru....guess that's my present from lit. *Keeps, twitching at the contact. It doesn't hurt exactly but... He definitely felt it and the expectation didn't help* That wasn't bad Joker Wild said: hey I'm a lit guru....guess that's my present from lit. Click to expand... because you have 500 posts Irishdude99 said: that would be kinda lame though *mutes the bass and runs his finger down the string, letting the sound ring for a few minutes* Click to expand... he-he well good then you can form a discussion with me, and we can all gain posts Not that some people here need them ahem...shadow sounds good to me. What should say discussion be about? When I get to a thousand I'll post a pic of myself up. Irishdude99 said: sounds good to me. What should say discussion be about? Click to expand... pick something and go with it lol Although I think some people in this thread like the spanking topic... Joker Wild said: when I get to a thousand I'll post a pic of myself up. Click to expand... I think you should post one now Aliyahlovinsex said: pick something and go with it lol Although I think some people in this thread like the spanking topic... Click to expand... spanking topic sounds good, the question Ali is whether you prefer to be doing the spanking or be the one bent over. I shouldn't I.....Hamm time to put on my drinking cap...I mean my thinking cap. Aliyahlovinsex said: he-he well good then you can form a discussion with me, and we can all gain posts Not that some people here need them ahem...shadow Click to expand... Keener! Irishdude99 said: spanking topic sounds good, the question Ali is whether you prefer to be doing the spanking or be the one bent over. Click to expand... Both? Lol I'm a spanner, not a spanked. Joker Wild said: I shouldn't I.....Hamm time to put on my drinking cap...I mean my thinking cap. Click to expand... Hamm I'll be waiting Damn... I really should be Nanjing about now *sigh* well this alcohol is getting to me so I'm about to roll out. Irishdude99 said: lol I'm a spanner, not a spanked. Click to expand... well then.now that we've covered that topic thoroughlyNEXT That's thoroughly for you eh? Normally such things should be demonstrated but what should the next topic be? Joker Wild said: well this alcohol is getting to me so I'm about to roll out. Click to expand... WWW...night Joker'd volunteer to join ya, but I don't know about alcohol induced sex romps. Or reduced by alcohol Irishdude99 said: That's thoroughly for you eh? Normally such things should be demonstrated, but what should the next topic be? Click to expand... Favorite positions? Lol standing up doggy style, when I get the lass bent over something Irishdude99 said: standing up doggy style, when I get the lass bent over something Click to expand... Hamm how did you know mine? That and I once did it with a guy while he was sitting on a park bench, and I was facing forward.that was fun. oops, and Irish dude was lost to shadow LOL! I like woman on top though I've only tried a couple. Doggy seems it would be quite fun leopard lover said: LOL! I like woman on top though I've only tried a couple. Doggy seems it would be quite fun Click to expand... oh that's right I forgot you're nearly a virgin you really should let me fix that problem for you darlinhehe j/p But. But... I don't -want- you to just be playing. I want you to show me every way you know. Shadow too. And definitely a few others. *notes as he's bent over, waiting for the next blows to fall from Shadow* leopard lover said: But. But... I don't -want- you to just be playing. I want you to show me every way you know. Shadow too. And definitely a few others. *notes as he's bent over, waiting for the next blows to fall from Shadow* Click to expand... lol ok get in the car... I'll meet you halfway 863 *sigh* eight hundred and sixty-four I'm wasting so much time You're getting there. Look at, e. I'm at 198. Not even really, really experienced yet. What'll your personal Iggy be? On 20 posts and still a "virgin" lame. Leopardlover said: You're getting there. Look at, e. I'm at 198. Not even really, really experienced yet. What'll your personal Iggy be? Click to expand... you'll see and Irish I think you need 25.maybe or 50 I like to be the flogged with a male, but I like to flog FEMS. I like doggy, bent over standing up, and on my back with my legs over his shoulders. I QM one drunk kitty. Night everyone! Everyone congratulate Aliyah.... I'm on the home stretch now HAHAHA Aliyahlovinsex said: Everyone congratulate Aliyah.... I'm on the home stretch now HAHAHA Click to expand... MMM... ta what, babe?? Shadowoftheheart said: MMM... ta what, babe?? Click to expand... lol I mean less than 100 posts till I have 1000How are you this afternoon/morning Shadow? Aliyahlovinsex said: lol I mean less than 100 posts till I have 1000 How are you this afternoon/morning Shadow? Click to expand... Sorry, Luther blonde moment! Not bad, n you? SheevaKitten said: I like to be the flogged with a male, but I like to flog FEMS. I like doggy, bent over standing up, and on my back with my legs over his shoulders. I QM one drunk kitty. Night everyone! Click to expand... That all sounds good to me Sheena Blurts was having a few problems with yahoo messenger, so I decided uninstall and reinstall and guess what fucked unreal smart ass huh. Could not get it back, spoke to Microsoft, my ISP, and Yahoo, all to no avail. In the end I went out and got a new Cam I said or what? And while all this is going on, I had no chance to post on my SRP`s, had a stupid frigging brain block, GrrrrrCome on Aliyah, get posting if you want to hit a 1000.Don't think about it, do it, post anythingjustt the numbers even like905then next post906Blue shadowoftheheart said: Sorry, Luther blonde moment! Not bad, n you? Click to expand... What number am I on? Blue Dolphin said: Come on Aliyah, get posting if you want to hit a 1000. Don't think about it, do it, post anything just the numbers even like 905 then next post 906 Blue Click to expand... Is that legal? Aliyahlovinsex said: Is that legal? Click to expand... hell yeahs long as you leave 10 seconds between posts did LONGGGGGGGG time backBluenow git posting sugar OK? Happy to spend a few, cross posting with ya, helping you could post a poem two words per postlikeMary had little lamb its fleece was Blue Dolphin said: hell yeah as long as you leave 10 seconds between posts I did LONGGGGGGGG time back Blue now git posting sugar OK? Click to expand... weekday So Blue Dolphin...where are you from? I'm sure it says somewhere in your bio maybe but here's another post :d Aliyahlovinsex said: weekday Click to expand... there ya go Aliyahlovinsex said: So Blue Dolphin...where are you from? I'm sure it says somewhere in your bio maybe but here's another post :d Click to expand... England, close by Liverpool Blue Dolphin said: England, close by Liverpool Click to expand... and what's exciting about England? Only 910 *SIGH* You all are going to think I'm the biggest waster of time when you read the title I have come up with for myself Aliyahlovinsex said: and what's exciting about England? Click to expand... I live here! Aliyahlovinsex said: You all are going to think I'm the biggest waster of time when you read the title I have come up with for myself Click to expand... Nah, we will be fine with its what is exciting about Wisconsin. I have been NYC and Vegas, now they are exciting Blue Aliyahlovinsex said: Only 910 *SIGH* Click to expand... Don't count, just keep crossing posts with me, and having funk? Blue Dolphin said: I live here! Click to expand... he-he and what is so exciting about you Blue Dolphin said: Nah, we will be fine with it so what is exciting about Wisconsin. I have been NYC and Vegas, now they are exciting Blue Click to expand... Wisconsin isn't one bit exciting. If I could move I would. Blue Dolphin said: Don't count, just keep crossing posts with me, and having fun OK? Click to expand... one domain wonder where shadowoftheheart Ishim....she most be NaNoingLike I should be doing, and my role play situation is a complete disaster! OK so shadow is doing whatever you said lets play word association for 30 mini will post a word you post first word comes into your haedSTRAUGHT away and so onward to begin is Mouth Blue Dolphin said: OK, so shadow is doing whatever you said lets play word association for 30 min I will post a word you post first word comes into your had STRAIGHT away and so on word to begin is Mouth Click to expand... lolsuckdo I have to come up with a new word or do u come up with a word to go with suck? Looks like you went offline Aliyahsighswish you luck with your postinghugsssssssssssBlue Aliyahlovinsex said: lol suck do I have to come up with a new word or do u come up with a word to go with suck? Click to expand... We take turns you said suck say Nipple Blue Dolphin said: We take turns you said suck I say Nipple Click to expand... tongue Aliyahlovinsex said: tongue Click to expand... Swirl Blue Dolphin said: Looks like you went offline Aliyah sighs wish you luck with your posting hugsssssssssss Blue Click to expand... what are you talking about'm always online Aliyahlovinsex said: what are you talking about I'm always online Click to expand... oops Blue Dolphin said: Swirl Click to expand... ice cream Aliyahlovinsex said: ice cream Click to expand... Licks Blue Dolphin said: Licks Click to expand... lollipop Aliyahlovinsex said: lollipop Click to expand... Mouth Blue Dolphin said: Mouth Click to expand... lips lol you're fixated with mouths huh Aliyahlovinsex said: lips lol you're fixated with mouths huh Click to expand... Suckle (he he he, not mouths, but what they can do) Blue Dolphin said: Suckle (he he he, not mouths, but what they can do) Click to expand... baby(I bet) Aliyahlovinsex said: baby (I bet) Click to expand... smooth Blue Dolphin said: smooth Click to expand... elm.hairless Aliyahlovinsex said: elm.hairless Click to expand... shaved? Blue Dolphin said: shaved? Click to expand... pussy Aliyahlovinsex said: pussy Click to expand... opening Blue Dolphin said: opening Click to expand... closing LOL Aliyahlovinsex said: closing LOL Click to expand... Labia (now you are cooking, posting real fast, keep it up) Blue Dolphin said: Labia (now you are cooking, posting real fast, keep it up) Click to expand... clit(*rubs hands together anxiously*) Aliyahlovinsex said: clit (*rubs hands together anxiously*) Click to expand... sucking(MMMMMMMMMMMMM) Blue Dolphin said: sucking (MMMMMMMMMMMMM< nice too) Click to expand... cock Aliyahlovinsex said: cock Click to expand... RIGID Blue Dolphin said: RIGID Click to expand... stiff Aliyahlovinsex said: stiff Click to expand... needing Eh, never mind, you guys have fun. I put near on my eyebrows because I was sick of tweeting them, and now they burn terrible...well at least the skin does BriefcaseRonin said: Eh, never mind, you guys have fun. Click to expand... This cool, because I got go shortly at the least Aliyah you got 30 more posts than when I joined here nowhugssssss darlinBlue Blue Dolphin said: needing Click to expand... just thought I'd share Wanting BriefcaseRonin said: Eh, never mind, you guys have fun. Click to expand... You can join Brand thanks Blue Dolphin Aliyahlovinsex said: just thought I'd share Wanting Click to expand... no worries Blowjob ! I'll just wait till you go, BD. Aliyahlovinsex said: You can join BR and thanks Blue Dolphin Click to expand... Leaving you to it have fun You all Blue Dolphin said: no worries Blowjob Click to expand... one track mind oh that wasn't a word was it Hmm. Focused noodles Blue BriefcaseRonin said: Hmm. Focused Click to expand... camera Modeling BriefcaseRonin said: Modeling Click to expand... clay .... .. Silt BriefcaseRonin said: . Silt Click to expand... ETH Dirt? Flowers BriefcaseRonin said: Flowers Click to expand... roses romance BriefcaseRonin said: romance Click to expand... kisses lol having fun? Yup! Cuddling BriefcaseRonin said: Yup! Cuddling Click to expand... warmth heats this now word association, Ali style? Heat. BriefcaseRonin said: Heat. Click to expand... I guess so Shadow Fire Desire Blue Dolphin started it! It's not my fault!! BriefcaseRonin said: Desire Click to expand... Lu stand I hate this 20-second rule!!! Woot 950plus one Passion BriefcaseRonin said: Passion Click to expand... Pleasure Oh BTW Ali ... This is what I am doing NOW! Shadowoftheheart said: Pleasure Click to expand... orgasm shadowoftheheart said: Oh BTW Ali ... This is what I am doing NOW! Click to expand... yipeeeBut you never answered my question of what you were eating Climax*Pokes Shadow* Don't leave me hanging on the pirate thread. BriefcaseRonin said: Climax *Pokes Shadow* Don't leave me hanging on the pirate thread. Click to expand... story Tail BriefcaseRonin said: Climax *Pokes Shadow* Don't leave me hanging on the pirate thread. Click to expand... Bowie! I'm not gonna!!*pulls out a flogger and *keepers* Ali*And no more pokes. *g* :sneaks behind shadow and gives her a nice whack with the paddle before running back to his movie.: ACK! No fair! I am being ganged up on! Ali! Are you going to stand for this?! Aliyahlovinsex said: yippee But you never answered my question of what you were eating Click to expand... Oh, I had home-made Collins. As in, prepackaged chili, prepackaged tortillas, and prepackaged cheese, dumped together and nuked. So . Guess it is only loosely homemade. *g* Aliyahlovinsex said: Blue Dolphin started it! It's not my fault!! Click to expand... Hey, I did it to get your post count upland by God it worked LOL :sneak, sneak, gets another paddling to shadow before doing a ninja and disappearing.: OK, now ENEF is ENEF!*sets up a big anti-paddle force field*Keener! Wow...my computer just went on the blink for about five minutes Where were we? Damn computer... You back so soon BD? Blue Dolphin said: Hey, I did it to get your post count up and by God it worked LOL Click to expand... yes I know lol how many is this now? 958 I quit NATO!!!!! Aliyahlovinsex said: I quit NATO!!!!! Click to expand... No!!! Why hon??? Shadowoftheheart said: ACK! No fair! I am being ganged up on! Ali! Are you going to stand for this?! Click to expand... I'm not standing shadow funny, I'm sitting shadowoftheheart said: No!!! Why hon??? Click to expand... because I'm fed up already can't write for shit Aliyahlovinsex said: because I'm fed up already I can't write for shit Click to expand... *HUGE*That's crap! You can too write! Do it all the time here! Thought we were supposed to be helping each other with that challenge? Shadowoftheheart said: *HUGE* That's crap! You can too write! Do it all the time here! Thought we were supposed to be helping each other with that challenge? Click to expand... Read the crap Everyone feel free to point and stare: There comes a time in every person's life, when they look at their past. For some people, their past is filled with accomplishments and rewarding things that they have taken part of. For others, a look into their past will reveal many ups and downs, some successes and some failures, but overall their life has been good. Still others will look back, and see the gloomy, black hole of their life, and they will wonder: Where did it all go wrong? That's where I'm stuck right now. I'm always hopeful for my future, but to me, it just seems that my past will swallow me whole. The sad thing about it is I'm still young, only 20. All my peers are in college, planning what they're going to do for the rest of their lives, getting their finances straight. And me? I'm just dawdling along on the highway of life with no gas to go forward, and there are several cars from behind ramming me. Joy. It seems almost ironic that someone as depressed as me, with as many problems as I have should be called that, but it's my name. Joy Collins. My middle name is even more ironic. It's Esperanza. In Spanish, Esperanza means hope. And neither hope nor joy is something that I feel. Funny almost, if I felt like laughing. Perhaps it's better to start at the beginning, and work my way to the present. After all that's what my psychologist asked me to do. Not that that lunatic is helping with my depression anyhow. I never really understood why they're called shrinks until I met him. But now I know, they have the ability to make people feel shrunken, not only in stature, but in ability, and sanity. Before I started going to the shrink, I never doubted that I was sane, now I can't stop wondering if I am. The problems of my life can best be described as betrayals; at least that's what I like to call them. I've been betrayed by just about everyone I know, so it's not wondered I'm depressed. The first of my betrayals happened probably when I wasn't even born. My young, single white mother, and my father, who is black, got together, and the end result was me. But somewhere during her pregnancy, my mother decided that she wasn't going to keep her baby. I'm not sure if she ever considered abortion; sometimes I wish that she had. Ultimately, she decided to give me away for adoption. Her parents were strict and white, and it wasn't acceptable at the time for white girls to go around having black babies. Not to mention my father, who was 16 at the time, was in foster care, and couldn't have possibly helped her to care for me. Hence, my first betrayal. The people who brought me into the world, who should have kept and cared for me, didn't. There are days when I think about that, and I get mad, really MAD! I don't really care how old they were. I don't care what the norms were at the time, or how mad my mother's parents would have been at the two of them. They did the deed, and should have taken the responsibility of the child that was produced. And after I calm down, then I cry. I cry because they will never fully understand how much the decision to give me away for adoption hurt me. I don't know what happened immediately following my birth mother's abandonment of me. My adoptive mother tells me I was in foster care for a few weeks before I was taken from Texas to Wisconsin by a social worker. And here's a funny fact. Apparently, the first thing I did upon seeing my new mother was throw up all over her. I feel that it was a sign, a sign of future things to come. There I was then, in my loving adoptive mother's arms. She was 39, a single old maid who lived with her mother, my adoptive grandmother, Linda. My adoptive mother had been a missionary in Africa, a nurse, and had now returned home to dedicate her life to this "precious child" whom I'm sure, reminded her of the orphans she had left behind in her beloved Africa. There were a lot of baby showers. There were cards, gifts, prayers, tears; you name it, I'm sure it happened when I was "born". You see, my adoptive mother is what I like to call "a woman of God." She grew up in the church. She believes Christianity and the rules induced by that religion are law. To put things simply, she has a lot of church "friends". All those people, plus her work "friends", contributed to a wealth of items for me. But what does that really mean to me? I was a baby. I lived day after day, gradually increasing in knowledge, becoming more and more my adoptive mother's daughter each day. Furthermore, I went to church like a good little girl. Furthermore, I could quote Scripture passages on command. Furthermore, I was obedient, happy, pure. But with that growing awareness comes trouble, and trouble decided to bind itself to me like a chain. Click to expand... Now feel free to roll off your chairs laughing. ooh, no everyone left me For the record I PMed Ali!to ya Ali! *jumps in*I'm here! Irishdude99 said: *jumps in* I'm here! Click to expand... YAY!!!!!!ok play word association with me lol ok you go first? Irishdude99 said: lol ok you go first? Click to expand... HMMMMMlol Kimmy think of stupid words soda pop hmm Ivanna Irishdude99 said: pop hmm Ivanna Click to expand... lol Humalog? I don't think you're playing right menthol cancer stick what do you mean not playing right? Irishdude99 said: cancer stick what do you mean not playing right? Click to expand... lol your supposed to say like mouth, and then I say the first thing that comes to my mind like LIP sand then it's your turned again silly virgin lol that's what I've been doing.menthol...think cancer stick and quiet about the virgin thing, just because I don't have many posts! Irishdude99 said: lol that's what I've been doing. Menthol...think cancer stick and quiet about the virgin thing, just because I don't have many posts! Click to expand... cancer stick...hmmmmmthat makes me think penile cancer for some reason lol *pounce snuggles Aliyah*Hello there! Hey Irishdude99. Long time no talk to *g* (what, 10 seconds?) shadowoftheheart said: *pounce snuggles Aliyah* Hello there! Hey Irishdude99. Long time no talk to *g* (what, 10 seconds?) Click to expand... *rub rubs*Louis how many posts I have Aliyahlovinsex said: *rub rubs* Louis how many posts I have Click to expand... Where!!! Soon you will be able to set your own custom caption.*shudders to imagine what it will be!* shadowoftheheart said: Where!!! Soon you will be able to set your own custom caption. *shudders to imagine what it will be!* Click to expand... lol nothing bad 986... 987....la de the (thousand one, thousand two, thousand 20) I'm going out of my damn mind All for a custom comment! Silly Ali.*tickle* I love you too but no tickling because I've had a lot of Pepsi and I have to go to the bathroom. Virgo Ohhhh!! Don't tempt me!*Don't worry, not into watersports *g**Hey, I know how you can get s'more posts: Check our RP's! Aliyah to the Beach! Cleopatra to the slave pens!. Attend!! Oy... Don't remind me'm trying to NATO HERE leopard lover said: Virgo Click to expand... say what? NATO. Why am I reminded of More? NaNoNaNo! Erm ... did I just age myself? Shadowoftheheart said: NATO. Why am I reminded of More? ManoMano! ERM ... did I just age myself? Click to expand... who the bleep is More? You know what would be really cruel? Yep, I would say you did.:grabs a whip from the table and gives Shadow a good whipping.: Alright, that does it!*grabs a flogger in one hand and a wet noodle in the other and chases Sky Jade round the room!* Good God Ancient you all they're yet dahlia? laughs and falls through a pothole: Sky Jade said: :laughs and falls through a pothole: Click to expand... WTF is a pothole? Blue Dolphin said: Good God Ali ain't you all they're yet dahlia? Click to expand... Focus no one's helping me anymore Loki only have 4 more I think what will suck is when they make me wait 2 hours to actually get the custom title or whatever you want to call it... Bet Aliyahlovinsex said: NO Because no one's helping me anymore lol I only have 4 more I think Click to expand... OK you post in sequence # four#3#2#1npw go for it Umm.a pothole is like a hole that isn't supposed to be in a story, but appears anyway. Strange things usually end up happening if a pothole gets used. It's a common device used in cartoons and anime. Aliyahlovinsex said: what will suck is when they make me wait 2 hours to actually get the custom title or whatever you want to call it... Bet Click to expand... stop talking and post wench ya hear me? In ya word game. Cancer is a sign. Made me think of Virgo. Which I am. Sept. 3rd 1985. Sky Jade said: Umm.a pothole is like a hole that isn't supposed to be in a story, but appears anyway. Strange things usually end up happening if a pothole gets used. It's a common device used in cartoons and anime. Click to expand... ah thank pontoons & anime not my genre was thinking was a typo of pothole LOFTY again :Sets a little snare trap for Shadow to "fall" into.: leopard lover said: in ya word game. Cancer is a sign. Made me think of Virgo. Which I am. Sept. 3rd 1985. Click to expand... too late to expect greetings then tough huh but there's always next year He-he, my b-day's on Friday. I can't wait. Sky Jade said: :Sets a little snare trap for Shadow to "fall" into.: Click to expand... *stops short of the snare*Ha!*outhit!s as the real trap opens up beneath her feet and she falls off of Lit to go pick up her sis!* Blue Dolphin said: too late to expect greetings then tough huh but there's always next year Click to expand... ALI!!!!!!POST WOMAN, POST We need Ali to post in The Beach. Me, Shadow, n Spacey are waiting on her. Those two seem to want to get busy and I'm dragging them down. Leopardlover said: We need Ali to post in The Beach. Me, Shadow, n Spacey are waiting on her. Those two seem to want to get busy and I'm dragging them down. Click to expand... Don't blame me my friend only popped on this thread to help Ali get to 1000 posts have fun all bye-eee 3 to go!!! Where the fuck are you, woman! POST! You're so close, don't quit now!!! Leopardlover said: in ya word game. Cancer is a sign. Made me think of Virgo. Which I am. Sept. 3rd 1985. Click to expand... LL your birthday is exactly 2 months to the day after mine And sorry people MY DAMN SERVER KEEPS DROPPING CONNECTION!!! Blablabla something important bailable POP THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES AND PUT ON YOUR PARTY HATS!!!!! grabs a bottle of champagne and passed out glasses before popping the cork:Here's to Ali! Lol. Sounds perfect Ali. I've to get to know you, so I can seduce your beautiful, also 20-year-old self. -D leopard lover said: lol. Sounds perfect Ali. I've to get to know you, so I can seduce your beautiful, also 20-year-old self. -D Click to expand... *big grin*Not a bad line Dammit!! I knew I was going to have to wait for my title Helene. Hankies. -D And it is true too. No seduction without getting to know you first. Thatll be always my rule. Leopardlover said: Helene. Hankies. -D And it is true too. No seduction without getting to know you first. Thatll be always my rule. Click to expand... *swoon* CONGRATS Ali happy for you love Blue Dolphin said: CONGRATS Ali happy for you love Click to expand... he-he now tell me where I can enter it actor how long are they going to make me wait? Isn't that how everyone is? IRL at least I'd want to feel very close to someone before I had sex with them and I would have to desire a relationship. Maybe not be best friends or even know them all that well... But enough to say I wanted more than just their body. Or is that just me and I'm weird? Aliyahlovinsex said: he-he now tell me where I can enter it at, or how long are they going to make me wait? Click to expand... All that you can do is keep checking your edit profile, until you can add the title Blue Dolphin said: All that you can do is keep checking your edit profile, until you can add the title Click to expand... You will see a section designated custom user title type what you want to be there in the box they provide leopard lover said: Isn't that how everyone is? IRL at least I'd want to feel very close to someone before I had sex with them and I would have to desire a relationship. Maybe not be best friends or even know them all that well... But enough to say I wanted more than just their body. Or is that just me and I'm weird? Click to expand... I don't think that's how everyone is...but live the dream Blue Dolphin said: You will see a section designated custom user title type what you want to be there in the box they provide Click to expand... one dokieThanks for your help Hun Light Pepsi'm off till later.... C you all Aliyahlovinsex said: one dogie Thanks for your help Hun Click to expand... have fun Aliyahlovinsex said: POP THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES AND PUT ON YOUR PARTY HATS!!!!! Click to expand... *pout!*I missed Aliyah's thousandth post? Well, Divya save me some champagne at least?? gives shadow a glass of the stuff and sneaks a grope as well.:Here's some for you. Sky Jade said: :gives shadow a glass of the stuff and sneaks a grope as well.: Here's some for you. Click to expand... Hey thanks Sky Jade! Oh, and thanks for the champagne too. LOL what do ya think of my title Shadow Aliyahlovinsex said: LOL what do ya think of my title Shadow Click to expand... He. Misunderstood?*grin* You're very welcome. Hey, don't leave Gabriella hanging in the Knight sweetie. Cool title Ali. I've to go...see you all later Okay, I give up. I read one page, and then I click the next and ya all have spammed up 2 more pages. It's a loosing battle and I surrender.*waves white flag over head*Edit: I finally give up reading posts and everyone just shuts up. Christ I'm beginning to think I've got the power to kill topics in one post. I used to have that power too! Hey! I want some champagne to celebrate the Misunderstood Slut's great accomplishment! gives some champagne to Sheena:Enjoy. OK, so we give Aliyah what she wants and then just let this thread die? C'mon folks, let's have some Polish fun!!*lights a firecracker in the middle of the SRP forum and runs like hell* EEP! *runs and hides, covering her ears* Hit the deck! Huh?*is oblivious like that and keeps strumming his bass, paying no attention to the other people hauling ass out of there, switching to the Pink Panther bass line* shadowoftheheart said: OK, so we give Aliyah what she wants and then just let this thread die? C'mon folks, let's have some Polish fun!! *lights a firecracker in the middle of the SRP forum and runs like hell* Click to expand... *runs behind a conveniently placed barricade* I thought getting her to 1k posts was the whole point of this thread and after that it was just supposed to die? Sins666 said: *runs behind a conveniently placed barricade* I thought getting her to 1k posts was the whole point of this thread and after that it was just supposed to die? Click to expand... Yup. Now it's a blatant attempt at silliness on my part. *g*That's just me though. Shadowoftheheart said: Yup. Now it's a blatant attempt at silliness on my part. *g* That's just me though. Click to expand... Well.if that's the case then....What's sillier than a troop of dancing banana's? How about a pack of banana eating kitties? Or a formation of cat-licking frogs?

Blurts_ Sexual Role Playing|rating:2.0

Vampire's Mark [Hatchet - ScarlettRose]

Alexander was a pack friend despite their obvious species differences. He didn't quite mind the wolves, and Doc was a fantastic coworker at the hospital, especially when it came to conserving supernatural life. Driving in his sleek cherry red car as he entered the outskirts of town, he was unable to make it to the wedding but promised the bride and groom that he'd make it for the reception. Smirking to himself, it was a bit of a shock when he found out Pierce had a significant other, she could be quite difficult and... Abrasive at times but it wasn't impossible to get to know her, obviously her knew mate needed to be patient and able to brush off her blunt and sarcastic sense of humor. Parking in the designated area in the NO TRESPASSING zone he walked off to the clearing to the cabin where the party was being held, everyone changing into something much more comfortable. However, a scent caught his attention as his eye twitched seeing it still for some reason turned his head and with Amelia still off in Europe, he couldn't get her to spill the beans on what it was but either way he pulled on a pleasant face. He enjoyed Katrina, he was one of her caretakers when her parents needed some alone time, but that scent continued to plague his senses. Now she was older, more adapted to the world and no doubt would be getting a lot of attention, hopefully taking it off her sister. Getting himself something to drink, he tried somewhat to avoid her, at least until he had a couple of drinks in him, still smelling like the office. The wedding had been exactly how Katrina would have imagined her older sister’s nuptials to be. Nothing too fancy yet completely elegant. The reception however could easily turn the other way, what with the pact here and other exotic guests. Howbeit, Katrina Locke had little time to consider such things. She was inundated with people wanting to speak to her. People wanting to hear how she was and how her long spent travels had fared. And being of a friendly character who seemed to get along with everyone Katrina obliged them. The last thing the young beauty wanted however was to steal the life light from her sister on her big day. So when the opportunity presented itself to excuse herself and escape she slipped away from her captivated audience and after spending quite sometime in the ladies room, righting her body contouring short white dress with a floral print and touching up her make up, she found a seat at the open bar. Taking a load off her high-heeled and vary feet. She sighed in relief nursing the cocktail the bartender had set before her. Not too far away she could see her parents speaking to someone she didn’t recognize before her eyes shifted and caught the figure at the other end of the bar. Katrina smiled at the man. She recognized him, but she didn’t think he’d recognize her. It had been far too long.“Wedding parties not your thing?” She asked across the bar? Alexander chuckled as she spoke to him across the bar not only at his inability to keep his distance but from her question. Taking another shot he rose a fine rusted brunet brow to the aspiring young lady." Interestingly enough I share the same opinion on wedding parties as your sister. She invited me as a family friend of coarse but also to spite me." He mused knowing how Pierce liked to play. "I see you've been getting your fair amount of attention this evening as well, Katrina. How are things?" Alexander asked casually, swirling what was left in his glass as he stared at it absently. Finishing his drink the bartender refilled it without a word, Alexander able to hold his liquor better than her father when it came to intoxication it seemed." Of coarse I understand if the subject of your studies abroad are uninteresting for you to repeat over and over again." He teased lightly, flashing her a fanged grin. Katrina matched his grin and slowly slid around the bar to the seat next to him. He had not changed a single bit since she could ever remember but then again that was one of the perks of being a blood drinker. Blood was life, but it was also so much more.“Wellhole.” She grinned leaning a little closer for his ears only. “If you can keep it a secret. . . I wasn’t exactly. . . Studying.” She couldn’t fathom why she was telling him when she’d told no one else. Specially not her parents who would freak out, but she’d long dropped her studies to travel full-time.“I mean I suppose it’s a different kind of studying just not your usual type, but it was AMAZING! There’s so much beyond. . . Here!” Katrina smiled brightly taking a long sip of her drink.“How are things with you Doctor?” She couldn’t fathom why the man had stayed so long on this boring part of the earth for so long. He seemed so worldly to her growing up.“What adventures have you gotten up to while I’ve been away?” Alexander cocked a brow and leaned in as she whispered to him, what she spoke made him smirk as he glanced sideways at her. "... How terrible of you..." He mused glancing over her head to look at her parents who were chatting with other guests, knowing neither of them would be very pleased to learn that their daughter wasn't doing as they promised him. "But yes I can understand your enthusiasm quite a bit." He enjoyed traveling in his free time as well, humanity still intrigued him but not in the way he let on. He found them to be a feeble race, much like the Nile but instead of eradicating them from existence he found that their sheer ability to adapt fascinating. They were nothing more than insects under a microscope to him now." I went to the Middle East over the past year, I might have told you archaeology is a bit of a hobby of mine." Alexander shrugged, as smug and cultured as always. "The team I hitched a ride with found several odd gemstones." He mused pulling out a bailsmen, "they weren't sure what they were for, but I know they once held powerful enchantments." He mused handing her one, the color almost otherworldly. "Okay Alexander. Have you ever gone on an adventure that wasn't educational in any sense?" Katrina laughed at the Vampire she had known since she could remember. She was pretty sure he was actually present when she was being born. How crazy was that? And he didn't have a look a day over thirty-something. "Because if not," The pretty pure blood continued. "We need to change that somehow." She took a sip of her cocktail, turning slightly and scrutinizing him openly." How old are you? One hundred? Two hundred years old? It's like my parent's, they don't get there's a whole world out there besides books and classrooms. Surely, many of the lessons life has to offer are learntoutside the classroom in the real world? You need to get out more Alexander. If you didn't avoid me so much I could show you." Katrina joked with a grin. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the crush she had on him since the age of twelve that was prompting her to flirt slightly. Katrina however was a sensible girl and checked herself. Not only was it totally weird, he was friends with her parent's for God's sake. But he'd been sort of like an uncle to her, and she wasn't about to mess with that. "I'm only joking but. . . Yeah, you should do that?" She cleared her throat. "So what else is new with you? How's your girlfriend. . . I can't remember her name, sorry? She seemed nice?" Again this was dangerous grounds so she changed the subject again. "Or. . . Maybe a new pet? Like a. . . Fish? You look like a guy that'd keep fish." She nodded. Alexander slowly rose a brow as he continued to drink from his glass, amused by her rambling as he tried to hide a smirk. "My dear, I enjoy being intelligent. If I didn't learn something on each and every trip I'd assume I've wasted money. Also, It's hard to go on a vacation that isn't educational when you're alone." He sighed with a shrug and glanced at her next question. "... Miss Haley and I went our separate ways." He said lowly, Alexander was.... Vicious about ex lovers, at least lovers that were able to get a hold of him." And no, no new pets." He said and rolled his eyes about fish, "I have a fish tank in my office, as you recall. You knocked the entire container of fish food in the water when you were eight." The vampire chuckled lightly and stretched. "But no, no personal pets. Fish are like plants to me." "I didn't knock it." Katrina pouted then smiled. "You weren't feeding them, so I just thought I'd give them a little extra." She tried to remain serious but started laughing. "Pretty sure I murdered a lot of them by over feeding them. It's just how I show my love. Imagine what my kids will be like." She grinned before shrugging. "Sorry to hear that about Haley but. . . Plenty of fish in the tank." She laughed at her own stupid joke. Her perfectly straight teeth shinning bright against the crimson of her lips." Maybe one day we'll be going to your wedding." She suggests with mischief in her eyes. "I mean if my sister of all people can manage it. There's still hope for you Mr Intelligent. Pretty sure chicks dig the accent right? Lead with that. Look, there's a nice woman sitting my herself. She's pretty. Why don't you go talk to her? Chat her up as you English say." "I heard that." Pierce grumbled at her with a playful growl before turning back to her guests as Alexander chuckled. Sighing, he pushed his glass away, having his fill for the evening. "It's not a lack of social skills, my dear. I just don't seem to have the time for a relationship... And due to my age I can't seem to find someone who's not a total bore like myself but is at least mature." Alexander liked maturity in a relationship, rarely was he attracted to young bloods and when he was, it was nothing more than a casual one-night stand, no strings attached... At least on his side." Why are you playing matchmaker, my dear? Shouldn't you be out sinking your teeth into some poor inattentive fellow?" Alexander purred in question flashing her a grin. "With my dad just over there?" Katrina scoffed. "What do you think? Nobody will ever be good enough for his baby girl. Pierce just about convinced him to not kill her bridegroom. Anyway, I just think after all these years of watching you skulk around with Science as your mistress, I think you just think you need a push. So I'm pushing. Go on." She nudged him slightly but he barely moved." Though I disagree, it's definitely a lack of modern social skill. Plus you've become so permitted. I can literally smell the old lonely man stink on you." She teased. "Plus, there's plenty of people your age out there. . .somewhere. There must be a few here." "Shoo with you, I'm not old." Alexander scoffed at her, waving her comment off. "I could have any girl I wished I just... Have more important things to do with my time..." Cocking a darkened auburn brow at her as he twirled the ice left in his glass. "I'm not interested in anyone of the pack, Katrina. Not to mention wolves just have a better chance of living to one hundred, not eternity like you or me." Donder paused as he glanced over his shoulder, snorting lowly as he felt Katrina getting up and a bit close to Alexander as his wolfish, daddy instincts were tingling. She most certainly wasn't like her sister who was more reserved, and therefore he felt like he needed to keep an eye on her." Alpha's watching." He mused giving a smirk to Wonder who gave him a sour look. “More important. Sure.” Katrina raised her own dark brows at him as she grinned. “So touchy.” She teased further. “You’re as bad as my dad. I’ve seen him and mom get into full-blown arguments when she says she’s an old man.” Her parents' relationship was like the goal. They had their ups and downs, but eventually they’d find a way back to each other no matter what. Clearly, their relationship however was a rarity in society. Not many people stayed together as long as they’d been together and as her mother usually joked, ‘she’d get less time for murder.’ Katrina laughed watching her father frown at Alexander. She waved at her dad as she said to Alexander. “Maybe you should kiss me, that’d really give him something to watch.” Alexander smiled as he shifted, resting his head on his hand as he looked into her eyes, his silver ones almost glistening. "Wouldn't that be an... Opportunity..." Alexander purred at her, however it was a tone she would not be used to being directed at her. It was almost predatory, the way he'd speak to someone he was mildly interested in who also showed interest in him, or even worse... Someone he found as prey." It would be dangerous... He'd have me thrown out immediately... Are you sure you want to risk putting me in danger?" He teased lightly inching closer, not sure if it was just to tease her or because of his previous drinks. “He wouldn’t throw you out.” Katrina’s gaze was locked on Alexander’s as he shifted in his seat sideways to face her. He was toying with her, and yet she almost believed his slick tone. She’d heard him speak to his paramours over the years in that same tone, either on the phone or in person. Never before on her. She was used to his parental tone. But this was far from that. And although she left a shiver of awareness run down her spine. Katrina ignored it. This was Alexander, he would never really see her as more than the little girl he’d seen grow up.“He’d kill you dead.” Katrina finished playfully. “Question is are you willing to risk the possibility of death for one kiss?” "It's nice to know that the little girl under my medical care since before she was born is so quick to write me off to her father..." Alexander teased as he leaned closer, like a light to an insect as his lips just about touched hers. However, he caught her off guard and shifted back in a second, placing a kiss on her hand, something he had done once Wonder introduced her to him as his 'princess,' he had kissed her hand and bowed to make her giggle, it was a friendly, parental gesture. Donder watched the entire thing, his eyes narrowing as his frosty eyes seemed to freeze over completely, but Alexander seemed to save his own skin as he let her hand drop. "Nice try," the vampire mused, winking lightly at her. Katrina found she could scarcely breathe when he was so close to her lips. But she was her father’s daughter and would back away from no challenge. Plus she knew there was no way Alexander would take the plunge, but she couldn’t be seems as weak and frightened off. It must have been the part of her blood that held some semblance of wolf in it. However, when he kissed her hand, Katrina left a strong and strange sense of disappointment. She watched him kiss the back of her hand with those big bright eyes of hers, and then he winked at her.“I would never try that.” Katrina said when she started breathing again. Her bright red lips moved to his ear. “I’m far too fond of you for that.” Her plump lips pressed to the side of his cheek, lingering a moment longer than they should have before they moved back to his ear to whisper one last time. “And I’m not so little anymore.” Her eyes on her father who looked like he might pounce her at any moment, but before he could, Katrina pounced off her own seat and went to console her father and convince him how she and Alexander were just ‘talking.’ Chuckling lightly as she kissed his cheek, he allowed this gesture before slowly raising a brow and glancing at her from her whisperings. Not uttering a word, Alexander leaned back and watched her scamper off to her protective father, his icy gaze lifting from Alexander down to Katrina until she was in front of him. Letting out another low chuckle, he left the party back to his townhouse where he spent the rest of his evening, lighting a pipe and reading as he frowned to himself. "MH... Maybe I am a bit boring..." He muttered looking around his room, it was odd to see a man that looked barely in his thirties do... Everything he did, but he chalked it up to favoring a specific age. Donder however wasn't having any of it as he crossed his arms. "It looked like he was flirting with you." He growled though if only he heard the conversation. “Dad! Come on! This Alexander. Doctor. Alexander. He would never do such a thing. I would never do such a thing. Can you imagine how weird it would be?” She laughed off her father’s concern. “Mom are you hearing dad?” Alyssa had been listening with half an ear as she talked to her friend Nina. “Hmm what?” Alyssa turned before with a flick of her wrist she admonished her husband. “Wonder you’re being paranoid. She just got back, and you’re going to start wrapping her up in cotton wool. It’s only Alexander. He’s more ancient than you are. There’s nothing in Katrina that would appeal to such a man.” Katrina tried not to frown at her mother’s comment, but she couldn’t help but feel the woman was right. All that night Katrina had tossed and turned. Barely getting a wink of sleep. She had lounged around her parents house like a sloth for most of the day until it was almost seven and the sky began to turn a hazy pink. Taking a quick shower, she got in her fancy car and drive to Alexander’s office which was about to close. Lying to his receptionist that he was expecting her. Wonder simply snorted to the both of them and dropped the subject... Vocally at least... But the wolf was still not convinced. "... I suppose Alexander is picky... But he's still a man and a hound. I know that better than anyone." He growled lowly at Katrina as his eyes narrowed, "either way I'm not letting him get up close and personal."--Putting all of his things together, he let out a low growl when his speaker on his desk rang and his receptionist's voice came through." Doctor Rayfield, a Miss Locke is here to see you. She apologizes for her late appointment, but I can't seem to find her check in information for today." Rolling his eyes, Alexander immediately knew she just waltzed into his hospital and lied, she was indeed her mother's child." Send Miss Locke in." Alexander said dully as he sat back at his desk, lacing his fingers together and cocked an irate brow. "Well..." Alexander mused giving her a once over, "you don't seem to be dying." "You're so astute Doc." Katrina grinned plopping down on the seat in front of his desk, lacing her fingers over her mid-rift. "Is that how you go your PhD by stating the obvious?" She teased. She didn't know why exactly she was here but knew it had something to do with yesterday. . . Something had changed. And she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She swiveled on the chair, looking around the room. The room had barely changed since her childhood much like the man that occupied it." So you know I'm getting pretty bored at home." She began picking up the stethoscope on his desk and placing it in her ears, pressing the cool end to her ear where she couldn't hear her pulse loud enough before moving it to her heart. "I was thinking if I could like to do a bit of work experience or interning around here for a week or two to maybe give me an idea about which direction I want to go with my education and career?" Katrina looked across at Alexander. "What do you think?" Alexander simply rolled his eyes and went back to filing his documents away as she messed around with his things. Giving her a sideways glance as she swiveled in the chair and messed with his stethoscope, the man let out a low sigh and slowly got up clasping his hands behind his back. Walking around his wooden desk casually before putting a hand on the back of her seat, stopping her as his other hand swiped his stethoscope cleanly from her paws. "You enjoy bothering me, don't you?" He mused dully as he set his tool on a shelf away from her as if she was a small child. Snorting a low chuckle he paused and turned to her, leaning against his desk as his hands clasped its edges." You? Interning in medical work? Katrina, don't make me laugh. Since when have you ever shown interest in my work?" “It’s hardly your work I’m interested in.” Katrina replied with a pout as he took her toy away. “It’s just an option for me to look at to see if it’s right for me. Specially since I spent most of my money traveling and stuff.” Crossing one leg over the other She gazed up at him as she casually lounged in his office. “Anyway, I’d be great to have around. I’d take away the dull and dreariness of this place. Pull that reception of yours seem like a real‘hoot!’ Come on.” Katrina smiled coyly. “It’ll be funnyman, and maybe you could teach me a thing or two.” Cocking a brow as she pouted and teased him, chuckling he leaned down musing at the young woman in front of him. "You're quite the whiner aren't you... Well... I'll see what I can do...It's not exactly my hospital you know, Curtis is the chairman." Alexander said with slight venom in his voice, he enjoyed his colleague but saw him as an obstacle in his work." Though I'm sure he'll say yes of coarse... We could start you off as a receptionist since you have no medical training or schooling to help out the nurses and such. What exactly do you want from me, Miss Locke?" He purred lightly at her, using that predatory voice once more as his eyes flickered red. Inside his head he was kicking himself, the fact from the imprinting, he couldn't help himself and his predatory nature was starting to perk up. Katrina wasn't exactly thrilled about the position he was offering. A receptionist? She might blow her brains out from the boredom. But then she supposed beggars couldn't exactly be choosers. Plus, she didn't want to be stuck at home all day when Herold parents had better social lives than her. All her friends were all around the globe. She didn't have many friends back home. Although she was well liked in the supernatural community, in the human world. . . She'd never been exactly what one might call popular. From hindsight, Katrina supposed the other kids in school always sensed something abnormal about her. Something they couldn't quite put their fingers on but something they just knew wasn't quite right. Of course, there was also that incident at the start of middle school where she got into a fight and tore into some girl's arm and. . . Well, suffice to say one can imagine what a pubescent teen vampire did with her sharp canines. Katrina's gaze flicked up to Alexander as he purred down to her from his position in front of her. She was acutely aware of his tone but what he could not hide was the scarlet of his iris. And she had the feeling that his last question was more aimed at himself than her. "I wouldn't ask questions you don'treally want to know the answers to Doctor." Katrina replied wickedly from her seat. "It'd be best for you to just tell me when to start." She suggested with a small smile. "You're a brat." Alexander said dully as he poured himself a glass of water, his silver eyes flitting up to her face as he took a sip from his glass. "Very well... I can have you start the earliest of next week when you will undergo the basic training for the job... Nothing should be a problem for your young blood Hamm?" He teased in a spiteful manner setting his glass down and crossing his arms." I'm assuming you're going to start off part-time, since I'm literally only putting a word in for you, I can't technically hire you... Curtis has lower management to do that for you though he and I swing votes on who gets the jobs around here. If you do a poor job, don't go crying to Daddy because he has no business helping you in my field and don't come crying to me." The man examined his sleeve in a bored manner, being as cut-throat as they come. "Because I won't save you either, in fact I'll drag you down further for trying to back me in a corner, Miss Locke." He purred flashing her his lengthened fangs. Alexander’s threats were unnecessary to say the least. As far as Kat was concerned this was just something to cure her of her boredom and plus she got the chance to put Alexander off kilter. She could see the way he looked at her and to say she was playing with fire would be an understatement, but then she was like a moth to a flame she couldn’t help herself. It was a week later and her first shift as she stood behind the receptionist desk leaning over Debbie the actual receptionist who was showing her things when Alexander walked in and Katrina flashed him a grin from her bright red lips. She stood in a tight little black dress that accentuated her tiny waist and curves. Almost indecent with how short it was. “Good morning Doctor.” She smiled brightly. “Anything I can get for you today?” Playing the good receptionist, but her words had a meaning of their own. Debbie glanced from Katrina to Alexander, her face whitening as she spoke to him. Though the older receptionist had distaste with what she was wearing, she hadn't said a word about it because she knew that Alexander at some point would. He was just... Particular, that way. Alexander took the files from Debbie and swapped them with files he had from earlier as he flipped through them not even acknowledging the two."... Nothing for me but how about doing something for yourself and fetch a new wardrobe. This is a hospital not a whore house." Alexander said, slapping the files back on the counter and left once more, Debbie giving her a knowing look." No one tries to converse with him Katrina, just greet him and give him what he needs. That man is so down to business it's no wonder how he goes through a girlfriend a week." Debbie seemed to be a bit of a gossiper but what she didn't know was Alexander's hearing as he closed the door behind him a bit too firmly. "I'll make sure to get daddy's credit card and do that." Katrina replied to Alexander's comments with a sarcastic grin, knowing her words would irritate him mildly. She was far from pleased with his comments but fortunately both her parents had been strong individuals who had instilled in her an unshakeable confidence that was hardly going to be shaken by a few coarse words from anybody. Not even from someone she respected like Alexander."Oh, I think I can give him what he needs Debbie." Kat replied to her new pal, while her sharp gaze was fixed on the closed door to Alexander's office, knowing that the Vampire had far better hearing than your average human being. "Maybe he just hasn't met the right woman. . . It's okay." She smiled sweetly turning back to Deb. "I'm pretty sure he's stuck in another century. Maybe he'd prefer me to come to work with a corset on with a gown over it that covers me from the tips of my toes to the top of my neck." She shared a grin with the receptions. "Anyway, I dress how I like, and I'm not about to change that on anyone's account. Bet, the other Docs like it. I think I look rather business casual. Don't you think? Any hot doctors I should know about Deb?" "Some of the other staff thinks he might just be gay." She chuckled lightly, but it was only a joke, "just don't be too scandalous, or you will have to talk to HR. Anyway... Hmm... Well Curtis was the most popular but now that man's taken... Alexander is quite the looker, but that personality is hard to swallow..." She said looking around the office." Dr. Patel... If you like someone a bit more foreign is quite attractive... Came all the way from India for his schooling, even trained under Alexander, but he's much more approachable." Alexander made a few rounds back to the clerks to pick up files and documents, not even sparing her a glance as he was completely emerged in his work. "Wouldn't that be a shame for the ladies?" Katrina grinned making the older woman laugh. Clearly she was just another victim under the spell of Kat's uniquely attractive personality. "They way I see it Deb, I'm just the free help so if HR want to'talk' to me, they know where to find me. I'm sure I can make them see things my way." It was clear the Dr. Alexander she knew was actually different from the actual Dr. Alexander. Or maybe she had simply always just seen him differently? If she thought about it. . . She had always been a kid, at first he was just a friend of her parents. He'd even watched her as a little kid. It was kind of weird. . . And maybe she was playing with fire. Some lines were there for a reason and not meant to ever be crossed." Dr. Patel, huh?" Yes, it was time she stopped playing with things she shouldn't be playing with." Youhave to be my wing woman Deb. You have to introduce me to this Dr Patel. I'm totally brown enough to pass for an Indian should I ever have to go to India with him to meet his parent's or something." She winked, totally serious about this doctor but Alexander was an anomaly not quite as easy to put out of her head as she would have liked. A few hours, Alexander came out of a meeting room with Dr. Patel as the two doctors spoke to one another, the pupil to the teacher as it was noted the younger doctor was fond of his previous mentor. Patel walked to the desk and greeted the women there, his smile widening just a bit when he caught a glimpse of the beautiful temptress that was Alyssa. However, the smile was not missed by Alexander who cleared his throat, immediately pausing Patel's gaze as the younger man looked toward his teacher." Raj, this is Alyssa. She's the daughter of that abrasive family friend I told you about." Alexander joked about her father, a thing Alyssa was quite used to when her father was or was not around, it didn't really matter. Everyone knew how Wonder was. Shaking her hand, Patel flashed a charming, friendly smile at her, but it wasn't nearly as predatory as Alexander's. "I remember your father. When I interned under Alexander, he threw a fit when I took the checkup in my own hands while his regular just sat back in the corner... Grinning was it?" He mused to his mentor as Alexander simply chuckled. It turned out that Deb was not as boring as she appeared. In fact, she was more than just a receptionist, Deb was an information broker. In other words, she was the biggest gossip in the hospital. It couldn'thurt to have a friend like that, could it? At least Deb thought they were friends now. But that hardly matter. As dull as this little experience promised to be, her colleague kept Katrina with the latest goings-on in the hospital. Alexander and his numerous girlfriends probably were about fifty percent of what was talked about. Although, for a reason Katrina could not understand but simply assumed was simply due to her childhood crush, she found herself not particularly enjoying the detail of Alexander'personal life. And yet, she found herself still wanting to hear about it. Of course, this did not mean she had so quickly backed out of her commitment to herself. After all, it was clear Alexander was far too detached for. . .well anything! She guessed. Either way as two doctors approached and Deb elbowed her, letting her know that that was the man, Katrina smiled brightly as the men stopped before their desk. Katrina swiveled slightly, relaxing back in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, a pen in her hand, before reaching out and shaking Raj's hand." Don't you mean aggressive, pigheaded wolf?" Katrina's gaze shifted to Alexander's for a moment, sharing a private joke of a sort that the other two participants of the conversation clearly weren't privy to before her smile was back on Dr. Raj Patel, letting go of his hand. "Grinning? Alexander? How shocking." Katrina grinned up at the exotic doctor. There was a clearly an ease of personality that made him easy to converse with and get along with that she could not begrudge. "Well," She leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms of her crossed legs. "I promised I'm far more accommodating. I promise not to throw a fit anytime you want to check me out." Katrina winked at the Doctor. It was strange flirting with someone when Alexander was right there. But there was nothing binding them. And it wasn't like he was her dad or anyone who had any right or control over her. She was free to date who she liked. Even though it felt incredibly uncomfortable with him right there. "I'm actually about to go on break. Do you like coffee Raj?" Alexander simply chuckled lightly at their private joke while Dr. Patel glanced between the two clearly lost from the comment but smiled back at her when she looked to him. Smiling politely at the invitation to coffee, he flirted a bit innocently back at her however it didn't go unnoticed by Alexander who looked ruffled by the interaction." As a matter of fact I do, my... You're quite forward aren't you?" Teased the younger doctor as Alexander gripped his clip board, his knuckles white as he tried not to snap it." Rajendra." Alexander cut in, Raj looking a bit irritated that Alexander used his full first name as he glanced to his mentor. "Might I remind you of your paperwork that needs to be sitting on my desk the minute you leave. Not to mention Miss Locke." He said his tone sharp and cutting, "needs to finish her training, particularly appropriate workplace conduct." He growled lowly, Debbie paling at the sight of Alexander being so mad.However, Raj shook his head and patted his mentor's shoulder. "Not everyone is a cutthroat workaholic like yourself, Ainsworth, I'll have it at your desk before I leave." Alexander said nothing as he glanced between the two and slapped his files down on the counter, Debbie quickly taking them as Alexander walked off in a huff." Pardon him... That was... A bit of unusual behavior though..." Raj said blinking as he watched Alexander leave. The intrusion of Alexander's sharp tone stole her attention from the young Indian doctor to the tall blonde vampire at his side. Katrina looked upon the man curiously. Was that. . .jealousy? She sensed? It couldn't be. . . Could it? Katrina had found herself coy in Alexander's presences lately, but he had seemed most unaffected by her gestures. She had assumed that everything she gathered to be flirting on his end that been nothing but conversation, and she had imagined the undertones. . . This was Alexander after all. He was her father's friend, and she had known him since the very day she was born. Curiously, the young Vampire watched the much older vampire as he slammed down his files on the desk and stormed off. She replied nothing to his comments while inside her mind was running a mile a minute. Could Doctor Alexander Ainsworth actually see her as more than just some kid of his friend's? "Oh is it?" Katrina eventually replied to Raj, her gaze moving back to the handsome young Doctors. "I assure you it's not for me." She grinned. "He's usually irritated with me in someway. I'm ready for that coffee now if you are?" And with that, the pair went down to canteen and spent almost an hour, talking, flirting. Raj was a funny, charming guy that any girl would be lucky to date, and although they arranged a second date outside of work hours, Alexander had not been far from her thoughts. Nor had his display earlier. Maybe she was overthinking it, but then she couldn't think of anything else for the time being. It had been a long day and night had descended outside. Katrina stood looking across at the city through the big glass window's of the hospital. She had debated for a long moment after saying goodbye to Deb whether she should approach Alexander and decided finally that as the one who had actually found her the position she should at least thank him at the very least. Thus, a short moment later Katrina knocked on the door to his office and slipped in." Hey. . . I just wanted to say, I'm going to head home now and. . . I actually enjoyed my first day suitor thanks I guess?" She smiled as a long silence fell upon the room. "Is everything okay with you Alexander?" She ventured. "You seemed a little upset earlier." Alexander had time to cool down from his earlier meltdown as he was typing on his computer. Grimacing to himself, even he wasn't so sure what went wrong and why he felt such a carnal, possessiveness over her as she flirted with his colleague. Sighing as he sensed her approaching his door he didn't look up as she entered his office, but his brows knitted further." Your thanks ismostsincere." He said sarcastically, his tone dull, "I'm assuming you get that from your mother." As the silence fell he expected her to leave until she prodded him further, causing the older man to look up cocking a brow. "I'm fine. I'm running low on rest, that's all. Now if you'll excuse me." He said glancing back at his laptop and papers on his desk. Rudeness was the best way for him to deal with her rather than how his instincts would make him react. "I'm sure I get a lot of things from my mother." She grinned slightly taking a step further into the room, closer to his desk. "No tall of them are bad as my dad likes to say just. . .most." Katrina teased playing both her hands on his desk, leaning forward slightly. Clearly the man was still slightly vexed, although fortunately not as much as he had been earlier." And I'll have you know," She continued coyly, not knowing why exactly she enjoyed getting arise out of him. Or maybe it was simply the fact she did not like it when he was so apathetic towards her or simply in general. "I can every sincere but. . . I don't think you'd like to see that." She winked at his utterly not amused features. Rest he claimed he was running low on, but Kat did not think there was ever a time she had seen the man rest in her entire life. He was a machine. His desk may have been piled with paperwork, but that was hardly anything new. Taking a seat across from his desk ignoring his dismissal she ventured. "I could help you? Don't you know it only takes one day of working the desk before you're an expert? So how can I help?" "Katrina, please. I have no time for your games I need to complete this." He growled lowly as she winked at him, that only setting his nerves off further as the pen in his hand started to crack. "Go home, you've completed your shift for the day, there's nothing left for you here." Rolling his eyes as she sat at his desk and glanced over his work, he snatched the files from her setting them on the other side of his desk. "Also not for you, its confidential and you are not a healthcare professional now if you'll excuse me." He said tapping the files on his desk for further emphasis. He held his tongue after that as he went back to his computer, typing with one hand and writing with another entire form rigid. Katrina did not so much as flinch as Alexander snatched the file from her hand. She was hardly ever offended by his short temper. To her, he was almost like an endangered species that she enjoyed studying from afar, from behind the glass, the barrier he put up and every so often she would prod or poke him to get a reaction out of him. Hardly ever a good one." My, my, we are touchy." She said rising from her seat. "You're excused." She smirked at his request moving towards the door. She stopped just before opening it and turned to face him one last time before leaving. "Alexander, I really am grateful for the opportunity. But you know what I realized today? I don't think I'm cut out to work a regular job or be stuck in one place too long. So just so you know, I'm going to finish these couple of weeks here, and then I'm thinking about going back out there into the big wide world." She smiled at him, this smile was genuine not filled with any tease or guile or anything at all. "And I'll be out of your Harland my parent's. Pretty sure they've got used to me not being around anymore and prefer it that way. Anyway. . . Goodnight. See you tomorrow I guess." "Oh please, your parents enjoy your company its just... I'm sure they like time with themselves especially since your father retired from Princeton." Alexander snorted as he flipped through papers then immediately paused as what she had said finally hit his brain. "... You're... Leaving again?" He said slowly looking over at her, his voice having an incredibly rare and slight waver to it."... I don't understand... You obtained your degree... You could do quite a lot with that you know." He said, this behavior quite unlike anything Alexander showed her as if he was almost pleading her to reconsider her actions before she were to board and set sail. “I’m pretty sure that’all they like to do.” Katrina laughed lightly. “I’m certain my mom wasn’t as big a recluse as she is now before she met my dad.” Her parents were almost relationship goal status but almost everyone knew they couldn’t stand each other as much as they loved each other. Maybe that was the key to a good relationship. She was pretty sure her older sister would strongly disagree. Her golden flecked gaze shifted to his, and she blinked with a slightly confused look. The reaction she received was the last thing she could have expected. “I think a degree means something far different to you than it does to me Alexander.” She smiled slightly. “Yeah I mean. . . There’s no real reason to stay. . . Is there?” Her gaze never faltered from his, and somehow she found herself hoping for something deep inside. She just needed one reason. And it could only come from him. "... No I suppose not." He muttered and slowly sat back down in his chair, grabbing his pen and averted his eyes from hers. "I just don't want you to regret anything," is what he chalked it up to and what he told her as he went back to writing his notes and plans for the next day's of work." If you feel this is righter than by all means." Alexander said lowly, waving her to the door, but he was ridged and... A tad salty from her acclamation of leaving however he had no reason it seemed to stop her, they were nothing. All he was to her was a guardian as he slowly pressed his imprinted thoughts to the back of his head and continued to work, waiting for the door to close behind her. “Do you not?” She questioned him curiously. He was a hard man to understand, but she always felt like she did. But the problem with Alexander was he never said what was truly on his mind and this was something she couldn’t guess, and she was no mind reader. She needed to hear it for it to be true.“What could I possibly regret Alexander? If I go out in the world. I’ll learn new things meet new people. I might even meet the love of my life. But don’t worry,” she pushed gently. “I wouldn’t get married anywhere else but Home so you’ll get to meet the one who can claim me as his mate.” There was a loud crack before black ink covered Alexander's fingers, hand, and ran down to stain his white coat as he slammed his hands down onto the desk and stood abruptly. His eyes were blood-red as his fangs lengthened at her." Don't you dare speak of such filth to me!" He snapped at her, his carnal instincts getting the best of him then they had in centuries. "I'd rather lock you in a fucking underground cell than see whatever pig you bring back to this country!" He was now face to face with her, seething down at her his chest just inches away as he had her backed up to his door. The reaction had been electric and a hundred times more volition than she had ever expected. She had never expected such a depth of feeling for her in his regards. Maybe he was still only acting out of a fatherly position. She hated that that might actually all there was too it. Her breathing was steady, although her heart was pounding wildly when in a flash he was stood before. Red eyes burning and boring into her. Placing the flats of her palm against his solid chest she could feel strong sinewy muscle as her fingers curled in the lux material. “Lock me up then.” Her voice gentle pulling his closer until there lips were but a breath apart. “Keep me for yourself.” She whispered seductively heart racing teetering the line that could change everything forever. Alexander let out a low growl as he freed one hand and turned the lock." Watch me." He growled lowly at her, barring his fangs as he slammed his lips down against hers for a long moment as if decades of repressed feelings finally fell out of him before letting go as they both panted for breath. However, Alexander was still too pumped up with fury when she dared talk about another man taking her as his fangs sunk into her neck, leaving a mark there that would never go away. Pulling back, his chest was heaving as he came down from his high, wiping the little bit of blood from his mouth as his blood-red eyes still stared down at her. Katrina's heart hammered like a frightened rabbit's against her rib cage. Threatening to beat right out of her chest. She couldn't believe what she was doing. With Alexander! Of all people! But it just felt. . .right. She gasped at his words and then in a breath of a second his lips were pressed against hers and everything was suddenly right with the world. She kissed him back with enough ardor to fill a lifetime. Her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. But he broke the embrace and they both panted as if they'd run a marathon and a half. However, Alexander was far from done and Katrina cried out; a cry that turned into a moan as he sunk his sharp fangs into her neck and she only held onto him tighter. Did he know what he'd just done?! She couldn't be sure, but it was like she realized in that very moment it was exactly what she wanted. Again he pulled away, chest heaving, glowering down at her with those blood-red eyes. Kat said nothing. Her own breathing ragged as one hand stroked the hair at the nape of his neck and the with the other she brushed the back of her fingers against his flushed cheek affectionately. Before, arching her neck to the side and guiding his fangs back to the puncture wounds upon her pristine skin. It was all his. Alexander didn't taste her blood, he had never drank from a living thing before as his parents brought him up on older blood rather than fresh. However, the scent was intoxicating as his hand shook as he wiped it onto his coat, trying to contain himself as he continued to stare down at her." Now." He said clearing his throat trying to get that predatory growl out of it as he cocked an auburn brow. "What was this nonsense you said about leaving?" He asked and to anyone else they would have just heard him make an offhanded comment, but she could indeed hear the venom and warning within his voice. Katrina held onto him. Her arms still wrapped around his neck. She wasn't ready to let go. He hadn't drunk from her, and it left her almost bereft and wanting. It did not bode well for what she wanted. Him. But then everything was happening so fast. She reminded herself progress had been made as he started to become practical again, and she couldn't have that right now. There were many things she knew about Alexander that an average person of his acquaintance would not know. She had always paid greater interest in him, and it was clear now why. Her hand came back down to his cheek, and she stroked it, while holding onto him and looking up into his eyes. He was more animal than human right now. Possessive and yet not ready to take possession. "I am leaving." She dared him dangerously in a smooth yet loving voice. "Unless you claim me as yours before all." That was the deal. She knew where this would go. He would have sudden bangs of guilt tomorrow otherwise and be telling her how he had made a mistake. This was no mistake. They were perfect. Everything clicked into place. Her stroked up to brush the soft hair behind his ear. "Say it." Alexander went ridged again as his brows furrowed in irritation. As she stroked his cheek and hair, his hand lightly came up to where it looked as if he was going to play with her hair until his deft fingers wrapped around her throat, forcing her to move so that the mark he had newly made on her was visible to him as he stared dangerously into her eyes." This is how I will claim you for now, and therefore if you dare leave." He said his grip tightening, not enough to hurt her but to spur the notion that he would not stand for such talk. "You will leave a trail of death wherever you go and my darling Katrina..." He said in a moving, low but sweet voice he seldom ever made, "that is not how you would like to start off a relationship with me." He had no intention of feeding from her, it was a personal preference, he never had to do it before, nor was he going to force her against the wall and take her until the building came down, there was still hesitation within him. "Not good enough." Katrina replied feeling his hand constrict around her throat. Everything about his stance claimed ownership, and yet he would not go through with the actual act of binding them together. Her neck almost burned where he had punctured it but not drank. Her blood boiled with the need for him to claim her, and then she could sink her fangs into him and do the same. But something was holding him back and when she had Alexander, she would have all of him without hesitation, and it would him who gave himself to her fully. His voice was sweet, a tone she had not heard since childhood, and she was certain even then it had only been reserved for her. Because she was his and had always been. "You don't know what I want." She told him in a voice that was drunk with desire. "But you'll learn." She told him. "Don't tell me what I will and won't do." One leg curving around his and sliding up slowly. "If I have you, I'll have all of you Alexander, or you'll have none of me." Her lips moving to his neck, kissing a trail up the rugged skin to his ear. "Is that understood?" She whispered hotly against his ear, never before having been so assertive with him. Her heart beating against his, the erratic rhythm almost in sync.

Vampire's Mark [Hatchet - ScarlettRose]|rating:4.0

The Case of the Game Show Hypnosis (TianaWayne and RoleplayingMale)

(game show known as Quiz Master was one of the more popular game shows on television. Filmed before a live studio audience, the show featured the possibility of winning everything from new appliances to large sums of money from answering trivia questions. One feature was the Cone of Seclusion, but little did anyone know that this cone would hypnotize contestants and implant them with a post-hypnotic suggestion that would cause people to rob armored cars. Every time the suspects were caught they claimed they could remember nothing of their deeds. At least four people were jailed shortly after their winning on the Quiz Master TV show. The host of the Quiz Master, Jonathan Savant, stood backstage as he waited for the day's episode to begin. A stagehand ran up to him, in company with a security guard, "Mr. Savant, we've got a problem..." The stagehand and security guard mentioned that they had reports of a spy. The Quiz Master simply nodded and said, "Proceed with the taping and keep track of this one. Let's find out just what she's up to and when she sneaks in close enough we'll snatch her." The security guard and stagehand both nodded and went about their business of tracking down the woman that was investigating the Syndicate's latest scheme. The Syndicate was a mysterious figure in organized crime throughout the world. They had their hands in all sorts of endeavors and this scheme of armored car robberies with hypnotized contestants was just one more of them. But of course the spunky female detective didn't know that... She had to redress within the bathrooms of the studio. The show required for silly costumes for everyone to help to gain attention, and then would be answering the host would begin drilling them with trivia. She was switching into a ridiculous school girl uniform in her mind. Yet, according to her research, ten out of the so far 28 girls who had been winners wore something similar in how...revealing her current costume was. She bent over, the light pink lace of her boy short panties squeezing and stroking the round of her ass. Her feet were already in the black stilettos she would wear into the audience. She was usually a person who only splurged on heels. This was a heel that she would often wear when out with friends. It was shoes she often wore when she was out with Katherine. Katherine, who had been this reporter's, going into investigation undercover mood, friend, and her ex-girlfriend. So when she went to jail, and she was sure that it was a foul deal with too many open questions she started to take it personally. Katherine was the third woman to win big money on the Quiz Master show. But, within two weeks she held up an armor car leaving the bank she had her money in. The woman who had rarely ever been able to keep track of her finances, somehow seamlessly carried off the heist, except for three tiny pin head small cameras that caught her face. Yet, the cops could never find the money, and Katherine had no memory of the task she was serving time for. Slipping on a red, white, and blue plaid skirt that hung low on generous 44" hips. She put a pair of spanks on next. Her ass was too big, it was lifting the skirt revealing her pink lace covered pussy. She wasn't that much of a slut. She hated the idea of what she was wearing. But, she had seen herself how many of the woman who were wearing less than respectable clothes were chosen over those who dressed up as a grilled cheese or carrot. She wiggled her hips and her belly button ring tingled, a small bit of twinkling gems at the tiny thin silver chain. Her bare torso was not arrogant coldness of a six-pack, she had just enough softness to make her skin silky and comforting, but still flat enough it allowed for generous natural D cup breasts and the generous ass stand out. Locks of lightly curled hair was the darkest color of coffee, matching the intense brown eyes. Rounded face with sweet cheeks, and thick plush ruby lips in a small cupid mouth. She tightened the blouse. She had borrowed her nieces skirt, and the blouse came from a drag queen friend of hers, so both didn't fit her as they should. The blouse made that too relevant, it squeezed like a torturer on her extravagant bust. But, she wore such a light pink bra that it appeared as if she may not even be wearing a bra. She came out of the restroom stuffing her normal dress pants and correctly fitting blue blouse int her purse. It was also the same thing that had a small camera she could activate once she got behind the scenes like she planned after the show. She came up to the studio hand who was registering audience members." Name, Miss." The brownish voice of the intern looking assistant didn't even look up from his clipboard. The 37-year-old reporter knew better than to use her real name. But, she was also far too intelligent when going into a case with possible crime lords as she imagined this organization to be hiding. So she packed a fake ID to be on the safe side." Kia Black." The This reporter smiled. Really, her name was Since Ann James, her father's way of confirming the "Good thing" he got when he married her Thai mother after three years in the marines. Now it was just Since who went by Ann James professionally. She was given her name tag and directed to her seat. Outside most seat on the sixth right row back, ADN in accord with her generally very private demeanor she bought an extra seat so that there was absolutely no one to sit beside her. The Quiz Master had gotten another notification from his security team. Before stepping onto the stage he had gotten information as to who she was. She was an investigative reporter by the name of Since Ann James who went by Ann James professionally. He had a plan of how to carry this out. Two, actually. If she did win the Quiz Master trip into the Cone of Seclusion he would have her electronically hypnotized. Failing that he counted on her snooping around after the show and trapping her then. He watched her dressing in the studio bathroom. Dressing in the red, white and blue plaid skirt and that tight white blouse was enough to give everyone in the security room watching through the hidden cameras an erection. There would be plenty of time for that of course but right now it was time to stream that footage to a live and secure Syndicate Server for a secret online new series called 'The Tale of the Kidnapped Cougar Reporter'. It was as she sat in the audience that the Quiz Master said, "It's time to pick our audience members who will compete on Quiz Master..." The spotlights roamed the audience and centered on Since, and five other people. Then the games began. The trivia went for it's one hour round, contestants were eliminated, two at a time each twenty-minute third of the show. Until finally Since and a blonde haired college coed dressed in a skintight red and black PVC dress were competing. When it came to the last question, Since was stumped and the blonde had her trip to the Cone of Seclusion where the audience did not know that she was being implanted with a post-hypnotic command to commit a robbery of another armored car. The Quiz Master smiled and said, "Well, sorry Miss Black, I hope you enjoyed nearly finishing out on Quiz Master. That's it for today..." Then it was a wrap. The show was done for the evening, prime time for snooping around this studio complex. Of course Quiz Master was counting heavily on that fact. He was already imagining her bound, gagged, and awaiting the first challenge of the hidden show known as 'The Kidnapped Cougar Reporter'... Since smiled and flipped a lock of hair. She was starting to get worried when she had made it so far. She had tried to even fail a few questions purposefully so she could get away, but instead others lost more. Furthermore, she was thankful when she lost. Furthermore, she gave the host a fake smile and walked away finally happy. Furthermore, she never returned to her seat. Furthermore, she already started to sneak off in a crowd that was going towards the door when the show ended. Furthermore, she only veered off the last second into a janitor's closet. She had to sit out for fourth minutes before she stopped hearing the sound of crew and visitors. Furthermore, she had seen off the side of the stage where the blond had been directed. Furthermore, she came back into the studio heading for the side door she had seen. Once off to the side of the stage she heard voices instead. She raced behind boxes, falling to her knees as she crouched completely hidden by all the boxes. The assistants veered off, and she squeezed in the open door that they left. She was in a giant computer room, watching the video from the perspective of the hypnotic screen of its victim. The blond. She was still under its spell, but in a single screenshot was the intended message meant to sink into the woman's head." Armoured car, sixteenth of November..." Fool, thinking she's hidden. Quizz Master thought as she watched Since running to hide behind the boxes and entering the Cone of Seclusion's monitor and control room. Even if she wanted to change anything in terms of hypnotic commands it wouldn't work. That monitoring room required password access in order to change anything as far as hypnotic suggestions went. He smiled as he looked at one of several monitors nearby that showed all the live chat conversations, with video streams of Since's movements. It showed her running towards the computer room, her breasts were bouncing as she ran. Remarks like: "Look at the hooters on that one...", "Nice cleavage", and "Are they natural or are they implants? I guess we'll find out soon..." Soon after the hypnotic message ended, and the blonde snapped back into reality. One of the assistants gently guided her out saying, "Congratulations on being the grand prize winner, Ms. Note, I think you'd had a bit to drink pregaming before the show, so it must've caught up to you..." The hypnotic state definitely meant she was in a suggestible state and the assistant said, "Let me call a cab in for you..." It was as Since watched this go on that Quiz Master clicked his radio as a signal to two masked henchmen waiting outside the place, they had been hiding in the shadows, coming in after Since had gone into the control booth. A gloved hand was swiftly clamped over Since's mouth, then two masked men picked the reporter up and carried her off. The radio on the belt of one of the two men crackled saying, "Nice work you two, catching that little spy." As Since struggled against the men the radio crackled again, "Deposit our little spy in the prop room..." She was carried off into the prop room and the men set her down. One of them held her still while the other stuffed a wad of cloth from a nearby table into her mouth before tying a strip of thick white linen over her mouth, just under her nose. The cloth was knotted tightly behind her head with a tight double not and then the other man gathered Since's hands behind her back, binding them tightly with a piece of rope. The way he tied her hands made her breasts strain even harder against the blouse. More rope was tied under and over Since's big breasts, pinning her her arms to her sides with a longer piece of rope tied to ropes around her chest. The one thug stood behind Since, groping her big breasts from behind as the other moved a wheeled scaffolding with steps beside a giant plastic cup. "Let's go..." The man led her up the stairs of the roll-away scaffolding which had cameras built into the steps, so the viewers could get a few panty peeks up Since's skirt. Once they got to the top of the scaffold the two men lifted Sunned up and lowered her by the long piece of rope into the giant cup. "Now be a good little girl...hahahhahaha." The men left the room, carrying off Since's purse, leaving her to struggle. Little did Since know this was the introduction for the series of 'The Kidnapped Cougar Reporter'. There was a bet of whether she could free herself in forty-five minutes or not. A poll was being taken by the secret audience around the world watching her struggles, but of course Since wouldn't know that. And even if she did get free there were henchmen hiding outside the prop room just lying in wait in case she did. Comments began to appear in the master control room's monitor: "Think she'll get loose?" or "Nah, the henchmen tied her up nicely enough. I like the view we're getting..." The Quiz Master tossed back a drink. Whether she got free and quickly recaptured or didn't get loose from her bonds he'd turn up and start his 'monologue' before he would have her shower in front of him and the henchmen (and the hidden cameras) before changing into an even sluttier or sexier outfit. The choices were being voted on now by the audience, one of three choices...---(bottom panel is how the men carried her off...)---The three lingerie choices the hidden audience is voting on:(1: Black leather and lace bustier and g-string(2: Purple fishnet bustier and thong.(3: Raspberry bustier and thong. Screaming and kicking she tried helplessly to get free. To reach around and yank herself from the grip. No matter how much she screamed, the continued to rope her up and tightened the ropes impossibly around her. All of her movement only tightened the bite of the ropes. She could have cried. She refused to. Since bit back the cry and her pulsing body continued to rebel against the angry hold the ropes used when she was lowered into the beer glass shaped cup. She gave one finally muffled scream as the last few inches dropped her quick. She fell right away to her knees. Her shoes were not meant to be used as anything more than a mild weapon in this kind of scenario. She started to wrestle with herself trying to get free, but she just had a few inches over a shoulder width space in which to stand and move around." Stay there pretty, and maybe I'll give you a treat before the real show starts." One of the shorter guards said giving the glass a very light rock. The thing resettled and she started to growl. She didn't even wait for the guards to leave before she started to try and push and rub out of the gag and ropes. She was succeeding to nowhere fast. But, she finally tried to focus on the cup rather than her bondage. Not easy when there was so little space and advantage. Growling and cursing she kept working herself. The chat was still active. Ohh... I'm sure every word from those pretty red lips is a dirty word.... I'll scrub that mouth clean and raw with my cock... Such vulgar men... I think that pretty little thing just needs a good stroking with a crop and then she would be quite a proper submissive thing...one of the few women who participated actively in the Quiz Master's show added to the conversation. Finally, Since started to work the rocking of the clear cage. She had bumped into it hard and saw the bottom of the other side come up. A few moments later she realized just how easy this could be. She realized that she was going to go with the thing regardless. And it was going to make a lot of noise. She was going to have to crawl out fast. So she started to work trying to make sure that the bottom of the cup fell towards the door with the guards. She wanted to fall where she could crawl out the larger top, and it would hopefully put more distance between her and the guards. Starting a solid little jaunt, her heels clicking louder and louder she started up. That's right she is a smart little slut. Oh, I quite like this thing. She is a pretty little thing. She started to race around the edge of the cup, building enough speed that when it fell it didn't just crash, but rolled slightly finally letting her come down hard on her right side but in the direction she wanted. Furthermore, she quickly started crawling out, giving the glass a hard shove with her upper body when the door immediately opened on the sound of the falling cup. Furthermore, she started to work her way up, and then looking for a weapon as she fought harder to get loose. Furthermore, she managed to kick and shove the rack of clothes at the guards while she tried to get around them. The loose rope left to drop her down into the cup was grabbed, and she fell flat forward on her face. They tied her up good after that. Bringing her knees and hands together with a connecting rope, and a cuff rope long enough for her to take a tiny step at a time. Since was beginning to sweat, the blouse clinging to her golden skin as the raven hair covered her face partially. This time they didn't leave her in there any longer. Everything was ready by the time she finally was wrestled down. Now it was time to be taken for the next half of the show. Everything had been readied. An hour in the cup and then fighting off the henchman before everything was readied, and she was being taken to a large rather waterfall shower that was open on all sides and simply sunken in enough for water to drain. Soaps and other bathroom needs on a cold tile shelf. And cuffs waiting for a pretty petite pair of wrists. Hope the sassy little bitch takes good and honest fucking up that round ass...hmm Asian ass is always so wonderfully tight.... Cunt just needs a strong man's hand to control all that fire. Same as every slut. Probably hasn't been fucked months and thus acting out... Hanging on a silky womanly hanger of dark black was a violet fishnet corset. Not the right size for Since, just a size too small, it had a few slight bigger openings just around the top of her breasts, and beneath, than also down across the center of her belly. A black lace thong with it and fish net stockings. She gave an angry shout. Trying to kick her free from the henchman who dragged her along by the extra length on the rope. The raw rope rubbing aggressively on her arms and even through the clothes letting her skin feel as if it was going to be rubbed raw. She had to race with small little steps to keep in time. Finally, she was forced to kneel. The captures holding her down. She looked up seeing the Quiz Master. That was not surprising. A muffled hiss as she glared him in the eyes. In the background water was starting to pour from the shower, nothing dangerous yet. She ran her tongue over her lips as the gag was forcefully removed. Her dry mouth, a small dainty mouth with plush dark lips. The cougar hissed and puffed up her chest, the muscles straining against the rope which was tight enough from all of her struggling to start leaving marks. It was the series of mph's and clicks of a pair of heels that brought the attention of the Quiz Master to be prepared to do his monologue. In his hand he carried Since's driver's license and confirmed her age. Of course, he knew it, but he wanted her to say it to the whole of the audience. The door popped open, and the henchmen appeared, one of them dragging Since along by a long piece of rope. Her face was flustered and red, contrasting nicely with the white linen of the gag tied over her mouth. Her raven hair covered her face slightly and her sweat gleamed on her skin, making her blouse slightly transparent. Furthermore, her skirt was just slightly north of indecent, occasionally permitting viewers, and the Quiz Master a peek at her pink boy short panties and the fabric of the blouse stretched tightly across her breasts. He saw the shower had been prepared and the vanity near it with a variety of cosmetics and also the outfit the viewers had chosen, by a very close margin, that Since was going to wear for this part of Kidnapped Cougar Reporter. Man those tits are massive, wonder if they're implants or real. We'll see soon enough when she strips and takes a shower for us all...look at that waterfall shower head. Man she's a walking wet t-shirt contest right now, hot hot... Sunee was forced to her knees, held in place by two henchmen and the gag was removed. The Quiz Master walked up in front of Since, standing still as she looked up at him." Well, well, well, if it isn't Since Ann James, you go by Ann at work I'm told. An investigative reporter by trade investigating my little scheme." Quiz Master began, "It's too bad we caught you, in your case that is. I'm feeling lucky I caught you because I'm going to have plenty of fun with you. And don't ask how we knew you were coming because a good showman never reveals his secrets. But let's take a look at some of the secrets I know about you. I hold here your driver's license. And it reveals a woman's best kept secrets. Her age...and it says your 37. Wow, older than I thought, but still very hot. I believe the term is cougar..." Man what a hot cougar she is too... After a few seconds the Quiz Master said, "Take a look around, see the shower, the vanity with the makeup, and the outfit? You're going to be untied soon, but don't try anything stupid. I want you to take off your clothes, piece by piece and once that's done put those handcuffs on your wrists, in front of you. Don't worry you'll still have enough range of motion to wash yourself all over. And while you're at it, I want you to answer a few questions for us. The first question is: what is your bra size? The second question is what is the measurement around your waist? The third question is what is the measurement around your hips? The fourth and last question are are those breasts of yours natural? I say yes, but I could be wrong."Ooh, this is going to be hot...we're going to see what she's got under those clothes. That costume wasn't hiding much, but we get to see the remainder. Can't wait till she takes her panties off, that way we can see if her sex is shaved or if she dyed her hair there like some of the cougars do. The Quiz Master opened his pants and his full length was pulled from his zipper by his right hand. It was erect and a good size too, right in front of Since's face. "Well, here's some incentive for you to shower..." The Quiz Master began to loop his hand around his cock, stroking and pumping it up and down, up and down saying, "I'm sure at some point I'll have this between those boobs of yours too." He increased cadence, pumping harder until he came, bursting cum into Since's face, neck, and the tops of her breasts. Oh, money shot! They should call him Jazz Master too. All over her face and boobs! Hot! Sunee was untied by the henchmen, with one of them holding a gun pointed at her. "Get undressed, nice and slow. And make sure that shower is nice and erotic too." the Quiz Master reminded as he tucked his manhood back into his pants. Since listened to the man hissing and growling. She tried to not blush. She had never been overly sensitive about her age, yet the idea of her name being spoken in front of, so many aggravated her. It was never something that should become of major notice in her mind. Hissing louder she lifted her head slightly. "Only when disgusting little imps like you think you can get a chance does a sick term like that imply." She had never ever called herself a cougar before. She looked the Quiz Master up and down. Yes, he may think himself as a young back, but in her mind he was simply a child. She kept repeating that notion in her mind. A source of feeble strength when she took another breath and tightened her resolve as she took a shook a little in her bonds. She stared angry the next second as he started to present all of his potential questions. Rising her chin, refusing. Refusing and lifting her eyes in a dismissive look. She started to seal her lips to keep from answering now with more angry comments. When he pulled his shaft out she wasn't necessarily shocked. She figured out where this was going when all the men surrounded her. She had seen smaller and larger men. Furthermore, she was not untried. But, there were some things that she had not done. And it had been almost a year since her last boyfriend, and the last time she had been intimate with someone. Distracted with remembering her last interaction she was caught off guard when he started to stroke. She thought he was going to make her suck him or so something else foul. And she was right, just not exactly thinking he would do what he did. She was wrestling with her ropes, growling and going into her own cussing monologue, that was stopped mid-word by his seed spewing all over her. She gasps and sputtered. Growling and wrestling her hips. Trying to rise up, by the top was covered, her exposed upper breast which were spilling out of the top with the ropes forcing her shoulders as they did. Her neck, her hair, ropes strewn over every corner of her face. She was thoroughly covered, some of it falling into the open pillow of her lip and hitting her tongue. She promptly spit straight back out at the Quiz Master's feet. Ohh I would make that uppity bitch lick my shoes clean...and then ride them till she cummed all over them. Then just lick them again. How a pussy should be. Covered in cum. Strewn out across her body would be better, but that can easily come soon enough. She tried for a minute not to dress, but a gun was placed up against her shoulder in response to her defiance. Starting to undress she finally shut up. She took off her skirt and blouse first. But, then she tried to walk way to at least keep her body clothes even the slightest covered. Her hands trying to shield, but she was stopped before she could walk from the circle of the henchmen. She stood in her heels for a minute. Staring down. Laughter on the live chat that she could even think there was a choice in this. But, admiration that she simply didn't cower and cry. Her face remained impassive. Then all of a sudden contorting in angry growls as she tugged the pieces off and threw them at purposefully flung her shoe at a guard. The side of it hit one of the guards on the face. The guard knew far better to than attack. And the others who had clothes thrown at them threw them off to the side. Chats were already talking that people wanted the pieces. She got into the shower cuffed, and grabbed the soaps provided. Within seconds, she looked closer to rubbing her skin raw than actually trying to do anything seductively as was told." Fourty four inches." The warning click of the gun forced her to have to answer. She growled and cursed at the man but regardless the gun pointed straight at her. At her leg." We can start with the less murderous areas so your still use able." One of the further henchmen to her back told her. She felt chills wash down her back despite how hot the water was." What is forty-four?" She heard the question. She stamped her foot, an automatic reaction. "My hips. Forty Four inches around." She finally had all the spunk off of her face. It was pink, with pink tiger stripes running across it. She had scratched all over her face trying to clean her face as quickly as possible. Her hair now clung to all the generous body. "I'm a D cup....all natural you perverted bastard...." Her gold and bronze body was a unique combination of the German/Sioux heritage father and Thai native mother. All the curvy loving body of her father, under the silky Lilly tender skin in the unique palate of her mother. And despite how large her breasts were, her nipples were only a slight bit larger than a quarter. And they were much closer to a rustic brown than anything else. Her coffee colored eyes glaring at each man individually, but staying the longest on the Quiz Master. The belly button's gems twinkling hypnotically as she moved her hips. Always trying to hide as much of her body as possible with the way she stood and touched herself." My waist is 26 inches." She was taking as long as she could. Looking for an escape, but also looking out over to the vanity where the outfit and makeup was. She rolled her eyes. She did not appreciate what was planed for her. Ask the slut how many she has been with. Has she had it in the ass? When did she touch herself last? There was a ton of questions being posted. As well as the comments of how pleased everyone was with the generous body. What was the oldest man she has been with? Who's the youngest? When she tried to carry shower over twenty minutes the water automatically cut off. She was told to put her hands straight overhead of her and straighten out. She had to be checked to make sure that she did the deed as asked. Her hands above her, her breasts pushed up. Nipples hard peaks. Droplets dripping down, tense tight shoulders. She did a good job. No hair on her legs, none on her arm pits. None even on her sex. She seemed to take very good care of herself. There were very few stretch marks. The juvenile belly button piercing gleaming for the camera that was the real reason for her position. Angles and shots from every direction. Giving the chat crew view of her pussy from below, every side angle. From her ass under so that they could even measure how much distance from her thighs it bubbled out accurately. Angles and shots spinning up around her, and zeroing in on the eyes and lips of the fierce older temptress."YOU ALL ARE SICK BEASTS!" She wrestled her shoulders. But, the gun at her back walked her forward towards the vanity and the towel waiting there. Forced to sit and wait for what the Quiz Master asked for next even though she kept her shoulders back, posture pole straight, biting the inside of her cheek angrily. The Quiz Master simply smirked at Since's gesture of defiance. "Nice try, bitch...we shall definitely have to work on your attitude." He smiled, "But there will be plenty of time for that." He looked on admirably at her as she took her clothes. Furthermore, he was seeing that people wanted pieces of clothing and who would he be to deny them that. Except for her panties of course, those were being reserved for a very special plan after the shower. He watched the increasing amount of bare skin he was seeing, and it was a turn on. Large breasts that were clearly natural, a slim enough waistline, and generous hips and a firm butt. I was right, those tits are real. Nice ass. Let's get us a good look, huh... He was a bit disappointed when she didn't shower as sexily as he'd envisioned, but that was alright. He had other ideas for this one, but that would be a bit later in the production." So, those breasts are natural, eh? Lovely. I'm glad to see they weren't an almost forty boob job..." Quiz Master remarked. When she raised her hands, he watched how it raised her breasts and that turned him on especially. Getting a look at the entirety of her body from different angles was even more arousing as he walked a circle around her. When she let her hands down and walked over to the vanity and sat on that tiny wooden stool, legs closed together, hands covering her breasts the Quiz Master spoke again. Nice pole straight posture. Really makes her look hot." Very good, I really appreciate the view, but you must be getting cold with being so damp. So what I want you to do is dry off with that towel. Then use the cosmetics on the vanity and make yourself nice and presentable...you can get clothed again if you do that..." The Quiz Master pointed to the lingerie of the violet fishnet corset. Not the right size for Since, just a size too small, with bigger openings just around the top of her breasts, and beneath, than also down across the center of her belly. A black lace thong with it and fish net stockings with a pair of black stiletto heels that would raise Since's height another six inches. Can't wait to see her put that outfit on. She'll look simply elegant. The woman from earlier remarked. She's hot nice and naked too." Once you're done with drying off and putting on good makeup, get dressed and take your panties from earlier and stuff them in your mouth. Then stand up. We'll take the cuffs off, and we'll get you ready for your tour of our operation Miss Investigative Reporter with huge tits." Quiz Master remarked. Then he added, "So as you're getting dressed answer some trivia questions for us. Who's the oldest man you've ever been with? The youngest? Have you had it in the ass? And when was the last time you touched yourself?" Lashes brushed over full blushed from shame cheeks. She had to make a choice. She had to choose. Likely they were going to kill her if she refused to comply. But, if she went along with what they wanted.... Sunee felt like she was going to vomit. She had to close her eyes and take several deep breaths. She finally had to be decided after a second that she did want to live. Furthermore, she needed to live. Furthermore, she started to dry. Wrapping the towel around her body after she was done like a protective force field to keep the slime of the men around her out. Swallowing hard she tried not to be upset. Keeping her face impassive, she lifted her chin to the light and started to apply the lightest coating of blush across the apples of her cheeks exposed when she sucked in her cheeks. She applied a charcoal shade of violet across her lid of her eyes, with light and darker shades applied just over the crease and inner corner and outer corner of her eyes. She applied a line of plum eyeliner to the inside rim of her eyes, but a delicately straight line of black to the top. Then lots of mascara...one thing she did love from the make regime. She always had. She loved her lashes. Thick, and long which was exaggerated to almost cat like with the mascara. Finally...she opted for dark red lipstick which played off of her brownish skin. She was opting for dangerous. But, instead the color just brought out the strong pout, brought out that her bottom lip was actually slightly off in how much bigger it was from the top. She still had not answered the questions. And she stopped, her bottom lip pushed out in a tight frown. She was refusing to look at the corset and thong.Oh, she is one fucking stubborn bitch. Look at that bottom lip....do you think it's had a lot of cocks resting on it? No way. I'm sure she's almost a virgin. I just have a feeling that she has been with several women. The woman teased. And I'm sure she knows how to lick cunt. How many lives have you ruined with this?"... Is this what you did to Katherine? Was Since's real question. There was a twitch in her cheek. She swallowed her chest shaking." Why are you fucking doing this to me? You could have just thrown me out? So why the additional torture? Why the questions? Why do you care you pervert?" The Quiz Master and the other henchmen watched as Since cooperated and put the makeup on. They watched her still sitting in place with the towel wrapped around her. They and the Syndicate audience noticed she hadn't answered a single question and in fact asked several of her own. The Quiz Master merely smiled, "Always with the questions. Typical reporter." That's where the crop would come in handy." Well, I'll answer yours, but after I do, you'll have to answer mine." Quiz Master said, "First off, we can't have a reporter running around the studio. If we throw you out you'll just come back later, we know how persistent you are. And while you're with us, we might as well have our fun. As far as the questions, well inquiring minds want to know." Ooh, up the ante. I'd rather she gets it up the ass." Now let's tend to the little matter of your outfit. You've got two choices, put it on, or you'll be naked for the foreseeable future." Quiz Master said, "Once you've got your outfit on, wad those pink boy shorts of yours up and stuff them in your mouth then let my henchmen remove your handcuffs." Polls had been running earlier about how she was going to be tied up for her next part of the episode. The choices were:- Rope-Leather straps-Strips of black silk Black silk would look sexy. Nah, rope has the classic look, and let's go with that for now. Leather straps are kinky though Rope won out and then the poll of gags came up:Nice idea for those panties to wind up in her mouth.- Tape- Cloth Black gaffer's tape would complement that outfit nicely. Black cloth would look just as hot, and go with the classic look. Tape and cloth hand both equaled each other in the polls. Quiz Master had an aide walk over to show him the results of the polls on a tablet device. The angle they stood at wasn't one that Since could see though. Quizz Master decided to type his own remark in:We'll go for the double gag, in black, folks. First we'll tape her mouth shut, then we'll tie a nice strip of black silk over it. Q.M." You see, Since, you'll get your exclusive." Quiz Master said after finishing typing, "After you get dressed up and those panties are wadded into your mouth of course..." Her eyes narrowed, the makeup exaggerating that. She got up and started dressing, keeping in the towel as much as possible." He was 19...and so was I. The fourth year old knew how to treat a woman with respect. I am guessing you don't, otherwise you may not make me want to puke so much." He had answered her question, and the dark look in the eyes of Hench men told her she needed to comply. She needed to follow, still looking for a way out. She was struggling with the laces of the corset. Furthermore, she was scared to expose her back. Furthermore, she was trying to lace up the corset as much as she could. Furthermore, she was starting to accept that this when she finally answered the last questions." I would never take it up the ass...that's fucking sick...and....." She felt a pang. Katherine was her last intimate meeting. And she had been so invested in this case, in somehow looking for a rescue for her girlfriend that she had never thought about touching herself." It's been awhile." She said offhanded. But, really she was starting to get a faraway look in her eyes, and a tremble in her big bottom lip that the camera caught. She was finally dressed, and still holding the panties and towel. The latter wrapped over the corset outfit. I want to know if she has been with a girl? I bet she dreams of moist cunt to lick. Furthermore, I just want to know if she is wet. How much of a slut is she? Since had been distracted with her interrupted thoughts, there was an intense side of her, hidden too far beneath the surface for her to accept. But, being treated like this...cornered...becoming the slut in the mirror was a turn on for her. Just like when Katherine used to take her from behind hard, she wanted just as bad as she wanted it now. This slut is putty! Put her on her knees and have her lick cock! This little slut needs to be fucked by a thick long cock and shown whose boss! Sunne stood in front of Quiz Master. Her breasts pushing out to the point that it appeared that her nipples were flirting dangerously close wit the top most lace of the corset. The thong was losing the battle of containing her ass, it was spilling out, her ripe thighs held in the black fish net stockings which were topped in lace about five inches from the core of her v. She dangled the panties in front of him with a lifted brow. Then she started to rip them. Rip them straight in half. She didn't have to agree completely. And she was not going to wear her own panties as a gag. OH THAT SLUT! Punish her! That fucking slut! Oh, I like her! What a little devil! "Well, I'm sure the forty-year-old was nice...and boring." Quiz Master said. At Since's act of defiance the Quiz Master said nothing, simply meeting Since's gaze with a stony one of his own. He looked to his henchmen and nodded. He grabbed one half of the pair of panties, stuffing it into a pocket saying, "I'm sure I can find plenty of use for this later." Ooh, Quiz Master looks like he means business. He walked up to Since as two henchmen held her still and said, "I think I will enjoy teaching you a lesson." He held up the other half of the pair of panties and held up a hard rubber artificial penis. It was enough, even without the panties, to fill Since's mouth. "Open wide..." Quiz Master said. One of the henchmen pinched Since's nose, forcing her to open her mouth. The panties were shoved in first and then the rubber mini-penis was stuffed into her mouth. Then the Quiz Master took several pieces of black gaffer's tape and pasted them over her lips, one after the other, in overlapping pieces. Then he tied a thick strip of black silk, starting under her nose and slightly above her chin. He knotted the cloth behind Since's head before a henchman took a piece of rope, gathering Since's hands behind her back, binding them together at the wrist, palm to palm. It had the effect of making Since's breasts strain even harder against the fabric of the violet fishnet corset. Nice, love that wrist tie. Makes those breasts of hers stick out. Man, that corset looks like it's gonna pop any second. I hope it pops... A poll had been held for one of two collars to be put on Since.(1(2Collar 2 won out and the pink leather collar was attached, with a small chain, to Since's neck. Her wrists were tied to a length of rope tying her knees together and another rope tied her ankles about six inches apart, leg cuff style. A fourth piece of rope joined the other three pieces." Time to go." Quiz Master said and gave Since a slap on the ass and a tug on the chain as they led her down a flight of stairs. There was a utility tunnel with a cart on a rail. The cart had two or three Egyptian Sarcophagus. One of them being closed was full of stolen loot from the last armored car heist." Time for you to get part of your exclusive..." Quiz Master remarked and sat on a seat in the back of the cart. Since was hauled onto his lap, her collar chain attached to a small ring on the seat. The Quiz Master's erection poked against her bottom as they moved towards an Egyptian themed area, part of one of the studio's tourist attractions... Since hissed and fought while her gag and collar where administered. This was far more shamed then she had ever been, not even sputtering in sixth grade play could match this. Not even peeing herself in a gym class when she got stuck up on the top of the rope climb compared to the shame she felt now. The bubble of fear in her chest. She wrestled with the bindings, the rounded head of the penis gag, and harsh lace of the panties rubbing and pressing down on her tongue. Growling and hissing, she tried to fight the entire way to the cart. And she tried to elbow Quiz Master when she felt his shaft. She managed to hit his chin with her shoulder.Oh, see boys... I'm quite sure that this little pretty is a female lover. I don't fucking care. I would be having her licking pussy and cock at will! I think it's time those cheeks got spread and fucked. Just how wet is she? Sunee was not completely out. The cart moving seamlessly with only a few rough batches through the studio. This portion of the studio went underground through a series of false walls and locked doors to ensure that any possible police raid still would not find the miniature version of one of the many Syndicate headquarters. Sunee was feeling more uncomfortable by the second. Still fighting against the chains and ropes that kept her in Quiz's lap. Her eyes widening as they buzzed over where she wanted to go. A closing door to a computer room....into a room with high pillars, set weigh a golden glow, and filled in several areas with rich Egyptian like accents. But, a rather large chaise bed the centerpiece. Her toes tightened. She turned her glare back to him, screaming to be released and escape again. Quiz Master felt jarred by the impact of Since's shoulder with his jaw. His face took on a stony look as he narrowly avoided biting his own tongue. His hand reached inside the top of Since's corset. His fingers gripped her right nipple, and he gave it a sharp twist before covering it back over with the corset top. Nice! Maybe bare her tits and give her a tit whipping... Or jerk off on her again." Well, Since, you wanted your exclusive..." the Quiz Master said as he groped her breasts through her corset, "You got it. First we're going to count our loot and have some fun with you." Quizz Master removed the chain connecting Since to the cart and two henchmen accompanied him up to the chaise bed. Her collar and chain were removed first, and her wrists were untied. She was forced on her back on the chaise bed, her wrists then forced over her head before being tied together and over her head. A long rope connected them to a support bar in the chaise bed. Then her ankles and knees were untied before her ankles were spread apart and tied to the legs of the chaise bed. Hidden cameras panned as they looked at the struggling reporter from head to toe. Other thugs put the haul from the sarcophagus onto the middle of the floor and began counting the money in front of Since as she lay bound and gagged on the chaise. As the men counted money, they would take breaks and Since would be felt up, groped, occasionally her panties would be pushed aside and she'd get fingered. No need to struggle, it's no use, bitch. Nah, that struggling is hot. Love those noises coming from behind the gag too. Good tit grab. Quizz Master came up to her just then moved her panties aside. And he unzipped his pants, exposing his hardened member. He teased his cock over her sex. His hands reached up, grabbing hold of her breasts, sticking his cock into her sex. He thrust in harder and harder, moving fast and deep, ravishing her for the camera... She really did have everything. She wishes she had some kind of secret camera to record everything, but as it was, she needed to focus more on getting free than anything else. Growling under her breath she fought tooth and nail against her restrainers, her muscles were overworked, over restrained. She was getting tired, each trust having last true effort than the last. She was working with her fingers to free her hands from the ropes when her vision was interrupted by the Quiz Master. Before he could even take her next breath he was onto of her. She let out a scream around her gag. The course texture of her panties combined with the gag itself only pushed her tongue further down and back when her mind told it to move for words. Jaw starting to ache already, her breasts sore and stinging from Quiz's foul attentions. She didn't know what to do with herself. She had no clue how it would be that she could get free of her current predicament. Furthermore, she screamed, trying to hide her tears as he fucked her. Furthermore, she had not been fucked this hard in a while, and she wasn't sure when she had last been with a man. Katherine one of the winners now behind bars had been her most recent lover. Katherine had been a slow generous lover. Every time commenting on Since's red ruby lips. This animalistic fucking by the Quiz Master was brash, she would even call it primal. She squeezed her eyes tight. When she had been with Katherine she had been on birth control for other reasons, yet now being raped by this man she wished she had done more. She had no clue how many other women he had attacked this way. Shaking the voluminous hair around she tried to at least bring up a knee and conduct some kind of harm on him. She was human, and there were spots on a female that triggered pleasure even in the worst situations. Like now his attention on her breasts was fulfilling another primal urge in her. It felt good no matter how much she resisted and that was evident on the camera. Yeah, Jazz Master! A comment flies across the screen. Sunee's breasts were squeezed harder as the Quiz Master kept thrusting his hips forward. His hands squeezed Since's massive breasts, then sliding his hands inside her corset, pinching her nipples hard. Then he thrust his hips harder and harder forward. He slapped the sides of Since's breasts hands cupping underneath the curves of flesh. He keeps his thrusts coming. Nice! Another comment. She's got hot boobies, and wow look at her face! She's enjoying this! Quizz Master continued his hard pushes into Since accompanied by breast squeezing and groping. He appeared not to notice her working on the bonds. But this was a ruse. He knew she would eventually free herself and run towards the unmarked door that led into the Syndicate designed maze that was part three of the Kidnapped Cougar Reporter. He continued his pushes and squeezing her breasts, knowing he would be pushing Since to climax, indeed that was his goal. Furthermore, he loved it when women experienced pleasure against their wills. She's gonna pop soon, climaxing after being a female lover. She must be nice and tight...God, I'd love to be Quiz Master right now. She felt her finger finally sink through the loop and loosen it enough to prevent some of the pinching that came from the harsh ropes. She suddenly let out a loud gasp. The fucking Quiz Master was given her was throwing her lungs and heart into her throat. She could not understand how he could be fucking her, how anyone could get any enjoyment out of this, but he was not the only one. Her own walls collapsed around him. Muscles trying to enjoy every thing that he could give her. Look at that bitch. She is about to cum all over that hard cock. Wonder when was last fucked so well. Come on sweet slut orgasm. Cum all over that thick shaft. I wouldn't mindfucking that slut right myself. She could use a cock in that ass and pussy to help calm her down. Three fingers. Since was finally able to fit three fingers inside the small gap and wiggle her wrist around. She tasted blood. She was so harsh on the inside of her lip that it had broken, she was trying her hardest not to orgasm. Furthermore, she wondered how long the torture would go. Furthermore, she tried to think of everything disgusting and bad, but the harder she fought, the harder she suddenly orgasmed. The floodgates breaking with no warning and cum flooding and going all over Quiz's cock. There it is! Finally! Sweet slut! Cum harder! Harder now! Keep it going slut! Sweet sweet cream! I wonder how she tastes. Cum kept flowing. She seemed able to orgasm for ten minutes, but the orgasm really lasted about four. In her mind it was lasting for forever, never stopping as inch of her body gave over the fire pouring over her body. She wrestled so much that she pulled one hand up without meaning to. The hand released and slamming into the side of Quiz's face in a hard punch. The almost animal wildness behind Since's gag was music to the Quiz Master's ears. And the feeling of her inner muscles tightening around him was even hotter. Being obsessed with sticking himself into Since, thrusting harder and harder he didn't see her wriggle fingers free. Stupid! Doesn't he see that! Dude, didn't you see that they have the Maze planned for her? He kept his thrusts up harder and harder and heard Since's climax behind the gag. He felt her cum flooding all over himself. Furthermore, he felt himself burst into Since in reply. The next thing he felt, however was a tad less pleasant. It was a punch into the side of his face, which knocked him near senseless. By the time he recovered from the hit he saw her freeing herself from her bonds, gag still on and running towards the unmarked door. Ooh! Epic Fail! Epic Fail! When he catches her he should make her pay! The slut needs some training and needs it now! It was shortly after this had come about that Since would find herself trapped. Behind her after she got the unmarked door open the sound of clicks of a locking mechanism being engaged could be heard. Since would find herself in a large, Egyptian themed corridor with high ceilings, covered with hieroglyphics. The corridor led to a large and open area, very similar to the main area of a temple of Ancient Egypt.In the center of it was a gold sarcophagus. As Since walked into this large area a large stone slammed into place behind her. There was no other way in or out of this place. And as she stood there a booming voice sounded and the sarcophagus opened. Out popped an animatronic mummy. The mummy boomed in a loud male voice, via a loudspeaker built into it's body, "Since Ann James, you cannot pass here unless you forfeit your bustier. You have sixty seconds to decide. Fail and you will be caught..." A monitor opened showing the Quiz Master and several of his goons behind the stone. "The stone will move in sixty seconds. But if you remove your bustier and show me those boobs of yours you will get to move on to the next stage." Little did Since know that where she stood was atop a trap door. The second that bustier came off it would stay on the floor, and she would travel down a twisting, turning, convoluted path, not unlike that of a water-slide to find herself at the bottom of another temple like space with statues of all the Egyptian gods, with a gigantic statue of Anubis in the center. The Mummy was getting closer and closer. Walking towards her, his hand outstretched. Something in the sound of the voice and walk reminded her that this had to be some kind of robot, but that did not defeat the fear she felt. She was breathing rapidly. Even if Quiz Master did not ask for her to reveal herself she would be. Her whole chest moved up, then down, in real fear. Look at her sweat! The silly bitch is truly scared. Aww, the poor thing! I wouldn't mind petting her till she quits trembling. Then fucking her till she does again. She started to beat on the door. "FUCKING LET ME OUT YOU PERVERT!" No matter how loud she screamed, there was the mummy stepping closer to her. She screamed again. But, finally with a growl she had to summit. If she didn't, she was afraid she would not get free. She rushed with clumsy fingers to free her corset. The mummy had a hand on her when she flung the object at animatronic and kicked it away from her. No sooner the breasts jiggled free, large breasts, dark nipples raised and pointed to the camera. So beautiful! So full! So going to be mine. The mummy fell to the ground. And after the echo of his fall died, the trap door fell. That scream echoed as she fell through the slide. The slide was a three-minute ride. The first thirty seconds passed before she had the brain cells to start trying to grab to the walls or anything possible for sudden stopping. But she was moving too fast. When she reached ground level, she was surprised to find it was on a feathered mattress thick enough so she didn't actually harm herself. Her head was killing her. She was still working on breathing, and standing up. Taking inventory of all of her muscles. She was alive. Nothing broken. "FUCKING QUIZ MASTER! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! GET ME OUT OF HERE ASShole!" Sunee had fallen like a sacrifice in front of Anubis. A reproduction! A perfect reproduction!Oh, we will see. It may not be. Since got up on shaky legs. Knees. Then feet. Her shoulders shaking. Her breathing ragged. She put her arms over her chest. She was looking for a way to light the room as her eyes adjusted. But once she stopped off of the mattress lights turned on. She gasped and fell right back down on the mattress again."what the h...what the hell? I...this...this" She simply did not know what to say. She searched for something to cover and defend herself. There was nothing. She had to get up again, and walk unarmed. "He...he looks like Egyptian...a...a dogs face?" She was trying to put the clues together, but she was apparently not so well versed as Quiz Master." Ok Mother fucker. So what the fuck is this? Quiz Master where the fuck have you dropped me off!? She gasped, her shoulders shaking. There were so many statues. "Defiantly Egyptian." She gave another shaky breath as she continued to walk. "WHERE THE FUCK AM I QUIZ MASTER! How the hell do I get out?" Quiz Master and indeed the entire audience of the Kidnapped Cougar Reporter were all smiling at the sight of the busty journalist's breasts jiggling free, large nipples pointing at the camera. As she fell down the slide night vision film of her fall was showing all over the internet as well. It was as Since walked through the large room that the Quiz Master stood in a control room. There were several smaller Anubis statues and these smaller ones had robotic controls built into them. He nodded and one of the henchmen clicked a command. The first sound was stone grinding against stone, behind Since. If she were to turn around she wouldn't notice anything amiss, just a man-sized Anubis statue that appeared to have moved a half inch. I want to see her boobs heaving again. Scare her good, Quiz Master. Quizz Master smiled and typed in his own response:You'll see that and much more. I intend to make those boobs of hers bounce everywhere when she runs from these things. More creaking, and groaning, and creaking and groaning and then the Anubis statues leapt off their pedestals, chasing Since down this long, narrow room. At the far end of the room was a long rope ladder that led up to a flashing light. Above it was an awning. If Since could reach the ladder it would lead to a recessed alcove. In this alcove was a locked door and that locked door would only unlock if Since made a choice between two boxes. Each box had a microbial of some kind in it, one in green and the other in a leopard print. There was a glowing sign that said:Quoted Change of Outfit for a Change in Scenery. Hope she picks the green one, it's got that near invisible elastic, shows maximum skin. Nah, that leopard print is hotter. The two choices:Green Microbial:(Print Microbial:(Since started running. Screaming. Looking for the closets exit. She had to kick and smack multiple when she was grabbed. She thought she was going to have a heart attack her heart beat so hard in her chest. Furthermore, she was shaking, tears running down her cheeks that she did not even feel. Furthermore, she was coughing up air as she ran. Furthermore, she was shaking, becoming more fearful by the second. Furthermore, she saw the rope and she ran for it. Furthermore, she missed it at first. Furthermore, she had to race through the tunnel a little further, then cut short and race back crawling beneath the statues. Sweaty hands grabbed at the rope. She was starting fall. She tried harder the rope wrapping around her leg. Furthermore, she screamed louder and louder, one end came loose and one of the statues grabbed it. Furthermore, she had to worm her body till they lost grip. Sunee reached the ledge and swung herself. Her entire body was covered in sweat. She looked down at the statues, they were only a few feet away. She started to quickly drag up the rope till they could not reach it. Furthermore, she collapsed against the wall breathing hard.Aww, poor sexy thing. Look at all those muscles. Replay that climb. Normally I wouldn't care for that kind of exercises, but when she's mine she will be doing that daily. Euh, I would rather see her climbing up a strip pole. Sunee looked over the boxes. Her chest still shaking. She squeezed her thighs."THE...THIRTIES IS NO-NOT A-A-A GAME!" Her trembling voice struggled to stay calm. She tried to hit and open the door several times over. Nothing happened. She was shaking harder. Sunee looked over the choices. Using the lids to hit some of the statues that were trying to reach her still. Natural instinct would have gone with the favorite leopard print, but panic was starting to kick in. She put on the green. She threw the leftover garment and boxes at the statues. They finally stopped when the door opened... She thought she heard jungle sounds. Everything was dark. She could only see enough light just before her to walk a step or two. The invisible bands holding the green stretched fabric hardly covered her. A bit of her pussy crack, and her whole ass crack were exposed. Even her large nipples were peaking out around coverings. Special camera allowed the audience to see her perfectly. Damn! She is beautiful! Quiz I have to have her! I'll have her first. A sound behind Since caused her to scream, almost fall. She started to race a little faster. She was too scared to scream out. A choice came up for the audience.... Should our sweet little Cougar come across:A lion man? A Tarzan? A gorilla? Where should we lead her? Thetemple(The gorilla appeared from the jungle, almost directly in front of Since. That was the choice the audience had made, and the animatronic gorilla was prepped. It surfaced on the faux jungle floor behind a stand of brush. And the first thing Since would see would be the gorilla coming running directly at her as she turned to look at it. Of course, predictably she ran. The question was in which direction. Nice! Love that gorilla! Gorilla my ass, love the way her tits are bouncing up and down running from that thing. Wonder what Quiz Master came up with for the temple? Whatever it is, it's bound to be good. That microbial brings out her best 'assets'. Then the votes came in:The waterfall, definitely. Why the waterfall? Are you kidding, water and a chick's nipples would be awesome. Look at those monkeys playing near the fountain. Lights came on, illuminating a path, and that path led to the waterfall. At the base of it was a boat of some sort. It was shaped sort of like an easy chair, with a round bumper shape around it, like it's meant to bump into things like an amusement park bumper boat. Incongruously it had soft, supple padded leather easy chair attached to it. But little did Since know that sitting in that boat would lead to an S&M version of the classic boat rapid amusement park ride that would move down the river. This ride wouldn't only have rapid twists, turns, and falls and climbs. It would also include grabby monkeys, and assorted primate life, vibrating sensors built into the chair, and all sorts of other surprises. The second she sat down in that chair it would activate a leather strap that would tighten around her lap. And there were monkeys in the trees she couldn't see. These monkeys were playing with various bondage implements. Handcuffs. A red rubber ball gag. Assorted leather straps. Once Since was on the river course she would experience the grabby monkeys, and the entire lot. And at the end of the attraction she would be released again... The gorilla continued its pursuit, but it seemed the boat was the way to go. Would she mount the boat? Sure's instincts soared to life. Ending many of her thoughts. She merely acted. When she fell she threw dirt and sticks at the beast behind her. When her lungs started to aflame from how hard she was breathing she stumbled and crawled till she was standing again. The microbial did not stay in place. One of the straps breaking and her whole right tit available. The crotch was pinching her pussy lips it had shoved itself so far up into her twat. Her screaming racing reached the boat only after diving into the water and look like she was drowning for a few seconds. She clung to the boat which wiggled free of the shore and started to float. She forced her way upwards. Working making it first to just her chest barely over the green tiny fabric. She managed to get up onto the chair after ten minutes. Minutes that kept the audience on edge in anticipation. Groaning hungrily from behind their screens. Once she was in captured in the chair she started to scream. Fighting, but the boat was made for this and was able to stay upright moving gracefully through the mostly calm waters. For the audience each was given a point and a monkey that then they could fully interact with Since. And each monkey was very technically made to provide almost everything and anything information wise. Telling the weight of her breasts, giving examples of the texture of her skin, informing of exact nipple length, of how exact circumference she had in her pussy, how deep her pussy was. Even the length of her throat to her gag reflex could be determined. The Quiz Master and two of his goons had their own monkeys. First was the goons from the Quiz Master. All of their information was shown to the audience, but everything that the Quiz Master did, or any of the audience members would be kept to only the performer. Screaming, tears running down her cheeks Since even tried to bend down and bite her way free. She should be able to free herself, but she was loosing strength quicker and quicker just because of all the fighting she had done previously. After a few small rapids the first goon's monkey showed up. A howler monkey who jumped off the trees and right onto Since's face. This horny little monkey did not need to do anything. The robotic monkey's penis came right out and jammed itself straight down right past her throat. Fucking her face ruthlessly while she could do nothing.(her throat raw, searing pain swarmed. Her nose was being jammed back into her face as heavy balls slapped her lips. Her jiggling body on display in every way for the audience. She would be given real cum though, human cum that had been planted in the monkeys. The goon's red howler monkey had three men's worth of cum to be spent down Since's gullet when they reached the bend. There was no reason to allow her to enjoy this yet, or for any true kind of foreplay. And knowing how much cum she could swallow and how quickly was one of the ones on the list to display to the audience. So just as they rounded the bend another monkey started to screech and call. The goon started to spend his seed before another monkey jumped onto Since's lap, delving its fingers into the panties and tearing while it yanked the smaller monkey off. The second monkey, after the first had finished face fucking, and it had torn Since's panties off, had a bit more of a bondage agenda in mind. This was the one controlled by the second goon. He figured after the face fucking was done he would do one of two things. First was some good bondage. Towards that end it held two pairs of metal cuffs, and a red rubber ball gag. First the second goon's monkey grabbed Since's wrists and forced them behind her head. After cuffing them behind her head he slipped the monkey behind Since and connected the midpoint of the chain to a flexible chain at the back of the chair. Since, depending on the whim of the audience member controlling the monkey, could loosen the slack to allow Since's handcuffed wrists to move in front or behind her head. The monkey then moved to Since's ankle's and chained them apart with a pair of cuffs and connected them to a chain at the base of the chair-boat. Then finally he hopped onto Since's chest, and using her big breasts as a footrest, stuffed the large red ball of the ball gag into Since's mouth, buckling the thing tightly behind her head. Then he hopped onto her lap, groping the breasts, pinching her nipples, and then licking each nipple before mouthing it hard then blowing cool air onto it. Then the robotic monkey tore off the tattered remains of Since's microbial top, leaving her totally naked. Try to spank the monkey now bitch! Great face fucking from earlier! Man, I love how her tits are bouncing up and down in that position as she tries to struggle fruitlessly. Then his robotic penis came out. His hands gripped Since's thighs, and he began to thrust in and out, in and out, rapidly. Pushing deep, transmitting the data as to how deep Since's pussy was to the world. And the weight of her breasts as it reached up and cupped the undersides of Since's breasts, and then moving his hands away, letting her breasts bounce and jiggle as he kept his thrusting up, faster and harder. The fucking by the second goon's monkey was not going to get to act totally on his own. A poll went out on where the monkey should cum. The answer finally most voted on was one that the audience came up with on their own. For the cum to be sprayed on all the parts of Since's body chained up. The monkey lasted six minutes. But, the cumming lasted for ten. The third monkey was going to belong to an audience member. Along with the fourth and fifth. Each with delicious ideas of things each wanted. The third monkey came and fought the goon's monkey for control. Finally hitting the monkey with a solid hit in the jaw when the goon's monkey took too long to leave. The monkey's rough tongue swam all over Since's feet, finding that the manicured toes were small, with delicate sensitivity to even the slightest touch. The monkey's cock was the largest yet (a bonus the individual bought for to help compensate for his own inadequacy), and it gave Since's feet just a bit of freedom only to enraptured her feet in a concrete like grip and keep them close together so that the monkey could fuck the smooth and receptive feet. The monkey was rather large, but even despite its size, because it was so obsessed with Since's feet the fourth monkey forgot about it. The forth monkey also had his own fetish. His interest was in Since's chest. Pinching, biting nipples. The monkey came with nipple clamps. Unclasping the ball gag just enough for it to lay as a necklace on her chest the monkey/audience member wanted to hear Since's screams. "WHAT THE FUCK! HOW! STOPPED STOOP STOP PPP!" Since fought before a hellish scream rang from her throat. The clamps came down sealing and cutting off blood. As the pressure tripled Since lost all of her breath and thoughts. The monkey had a chain connecting the nipples and as its body climbed up and the 10-inch-long cock started to cut off Since's breath as he fucked her throat it pulled and yanked on the chain beneath sending new lightening shots of pain through Since's tender body. There were swamp creatures, never seen, and not even felt, but they were leaving gifts to the next monkey on the boat. Another poll went out. For what all the Quiz Master would have as the final monkey to tease and torture Since:Tire Tread paddle (hitch butt plug (sling (was also a pole, for what kind of device Since was going to be stuck on when they reached the temple:Red devil (lounger (stallion (Nice play with her boobs! A Quiz Master audience member remarked on Since'sweet cumming all over her. Stand by, gentlemen, and watch a professional. Said the woman who commented on Since's needs much, much earlier in her abduction. The fifth monkey had a different fetish, it was controlled by a female member of the Quiz Master audience. The monkey's controller was a dominatrix, and one that was of the smaller breasted variety. Hence, the reason bigger breasted bottoms were her favorite. The first thing this fifth monkey did was replace Since's ball gag, ratcheting it as tight and deep as it would go. Ball gags were favorites of this monkey. And in her hand she carried an inflatable dildo. She removed the nipple clamps, remarking on the chat:No need for such a barbaric device... I'm going to kiss them and make it all better... First she made sure Since's chained ankles were far apart before she stuffed the inflatable dildo into her sex. Holding the control pump in one hand the monkey licked, sucked, kissed and squeezed Since's big breasts. Then sucked hard on her nipples, poking them with her tongue, and blowing cool air onto them. After a good ten minutes of boob groping, nipple pinching, nipple licking, sucking, and kissing as well as inflating the dildo, and she continued her pleasuring until Quiz Master's monkey appeared. The voters' first vote for the Quiz Master's monkey's equipment came through. The tire tread paddle became the clear favorite for Since's torment for the last bit of river. This monkey was specially modified, this one had a voice speaker that would carry the Quiz Master's voice. It hopped down from the trees and the female monkey pulled the inflatable dildo from Since. Quiz Master said, "You ran us quite a chase, Since, but unfortunately that's all over now." Quizz Master's monkey hopped onto Since's lap and with the paddle whacked her on the breasts, on the stomach and on the thighs. Then the Quiz Master stuck his longest of the monkey cocks deep into Since. This thing also vibrated as well, vibrating harder the deeper it thrust into Since as the Monkey continued whacking her breasts with the paddle. Then the boat stopped at the temple. From there the two monkeys undid Since's restraints. But she wasn't going anywhere. Out of the bushes the statues came alive, gripping Since, grabbing a hold of her. The Quiz Master's monkey removed Since's ball gag long enough to stuff a white harness ball gag into her mouth and buckling it into place.(vote for the second thing came up, as to what Since would find herself strapped to. Mini Stallion Fucking Machine, hands down. Love lounger lying face down is better. I'm partial to the Red Devil myself. The Mini Stallion fucking machine won out. The statues carried out the apparatus and Since was bent over before being strapped in with black leather straps, restraining her arms, hands, and wrists to the parallel bars and her legs apart to the rear standing legs. Then the machine with the dildo was wheeled out and stuffed into Since. Then the next poll came up, this would be what Since would wear for her buyer. The bids for Since were just opening up and several screens around Since showed this to be the case. Showing exchange rates of various currencies, and her bidding coming up or down. The three choices of outfit for Since's sale to one of the audience members were:(Sequined and Hassled Pasties with Blue and Black Thong with Long Black Gloves and black heels.(PVC and Lace corset, g-string, garter belt, stockings and heels.(Patent Leather Scrappy Mini Dress, Thong and Heels. The debate for what Since would wear as well as who would have the highest bid was equally long. No one person won for very long. The entire time everyone was watching Since go through orgasm after orgasm. She was screamed around her gag, red, pink, even slight purple from the tire red paddle marks across her thighs and breasts. The statues that had forced her down into the bent down stance also started spanking her exposed ass. The starting bid was 13,000, apparently a low starting price because the prices rose quickly.14001167002100122999240002450026001264002680027000She is coming to me in that PVC get up. Oh, keep rolling boys. This is the last you will see of my pet. Her little tassels are perfect wrapping on the gift. Madam you are losing the bid currently, I would not get too excited. 60001What is with this one dollar man? 67800680006898070000The chats were starting to get ugly. Angrier and angrier comments. The bids intensifying. Finally, the time for what outfit she would be taken to her owner in came through. Since was in her fourth orgasm. Her exhausted body hanging limply off the bars. Exhausted confused cries coming louder. The temple rang with the sounds of the conversations and bids. Since screamed through her gag. The outfit was brought out, Since would have to change after her seventh orgasm. Seven orgasm since now they were down to 7 sellers. The pressure was on for the highest bidder to hurry and outbid the competition. The Quiz's chuckle could be heard over the screen. The total was now over a million dollars, and bids were coming in strong. But when Since crested over her fifth orgasm panic seemed to come into play, and the hard shaft violently clearing through Since's pussy seemed to be fucking her into oblivion. She was seconds from passing out. To help make sure she didn't have a goon came forward and started to spank and grope Since's tits forcing her attention else where.7 million and one dollar and once cent. The average salve was going for two or three million. This was more than a healthy profit. The Quiz Master would receive healthy recognition for this. That was the end bid. Since had come for the seventh time. Mr. one dollar won out, and his little slut was unstrapped and let to fall to the ground. Sunee' was so limp and exhausted she could hardly fight. But, she was forced to dress in the PVC corset and sheer stockings.

The Case of the Game Show Hypnosis (TianaWayne and RoleplayingMale)|rating:2.0

Into the Wild (Steam) Blue Yonder (pods6827 and MMRS)

Depending on what world you were in, the year 1865 looked remarkably different. In one world, the defeated South would find itself facing "Reconstruction" for the foreseeable future. In another, a newly elected President McClellan signed a peace treaty recognizing the Confederate States of America. Not all the differences in various worlds would be found in North America. In one world, Paraguay would somehow win the Battle of the Rachel. In another, the Moran Bay Rebellion is peacefully diffused. All of these would have repercussions that would lead to worlds no one could have predicted. But none of these would look anything like the 1865 occupied by one Ander Truman, currently residing comfortably in the American House in Boston. Boston was the seat of government for a British colony that consisted of what would be known in other worlds as the thirteen American colonies and Eastern Canada. And American House was the hotel where anyone who wanted the latest technological 'necessities' went. The House had an elevator, a telegraph office, and even a dirigible berth on the roof of the building. Granted, the colonies didn't 'enjoy' the airship traffic that could be seen in Europe, but it was growing. Outside of an expanding Russian presence in Alaska and a Chinese trading city in what would be known as San Francisco in other worlds, North America remained wild. The Spanish maintained colonies in the Caribbean, but there attempts to establish a presence in Mexico, Central and South American had been thrown back by the indigenous empires in those continents. Spain had a trading city on the Caribbean coast of South America, and the French maintained one at the mouth of the Mississippi, but otherwise North and South America remained untamed and unexplored. Boston had become the stepping off point for young men who wanted to seek their fortunes in the wilds of North America. Legends of treasures, strange creatures and lost cities abounded. Boston was the seat of government, industry and scientific advances. From there, they would go to New York to find financing and manpower, and then proceed to Buffalo either by air, rail or canal, and finalize their forays into the Wild West. That wasn't why Ander Truman was in Boston, though. Ander Truman was there because he was the sole inheritor of the estate of one Nicholas Montgomery, the premier inventor of America who held several patents related to the burgeoning airship industry, among others. What that estate would consist of, Ander didn't know. But as he sat in the waiting room of his room in American House, a knock on the door by a messenger boy was about to put him on the first step of the greatest adventure of his life. Underdose slowly from his bed as he heard the knock on his room's door, barely awake but unlikely to get back to sleep any time soon. The late night of tinkering had taken its toll on him, and he'd have probably slept past noon if he'd had his way. Finally reaching the door Ander opened it and looked at the person on the other side. "Yes?" he asked, barely holding back a yawn as he spoke. A young lad, all thirteen but still neatly pressed, stood bouncing on his toes, and acted a little surprised when the door opened." Mr. Ander Truman? I have a letter for you, from Stevenson, Lamprey and Enrich. The legal firm, sir," the boy added by way of explanation. Blearily looking down at the delivery boy, Ander took the offered letter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a few coins and handing them to the lad before closing the door. Realizing that he likely wasn't getting back to sleep any time soon, he picked up a knife and opened the envelope, pulling the letter out and beginning to read it. Mr. Ander Truman, Our apologies for not contacting you sooner, but there were certain aspects in the settlement of the estate of your friend, the late Nicholas Montgomery, that were somewhat unusual. However, we are now prepared to explain the details of what exactly Mr. Montgomery has left you. An associate of our firm, Miss Alexandria Wells, will meet you in the café of American House at noon today, to explain the particulars of your inheritance. We feel certain she will be able to satisfy any questions you might have. Yours, Horace Stevenson, Lamprey and Enrich A quick look at the room's clock showed that Ander had a few hours to kill before he would have to meet the firm's associate. Time enough to get himself cleaned up at least. After that was done he started preparing himself for the rest of the day, thinking back on his friendship with Nicholas Montgomery. They had worked together a few times in the past, and over time they'd bonded over their shared love of technology, and the creation thereof. Nicholas had always had grand dreams for the future of science, but unfortunately it didn't seem like he'd made a great deal of progress in that regard before his untimely demise. Eventually though Ander looked at the clock once more and found that the time of the meeting was fast approaching, and after dressing himself in a suit that, despite its age, still managed to look good, he made his way to the American House to meet with the associate. He had no idea what Nicholas might have left him, let alone why it was so complicated that his receiving of it had been delayed, but he was sure that he was going to find out. The café in the American House tried to accomplish two things at once, both with a modicum of success. On one hand, it wanted to present an air of casualness, so that the business traveler staying at the American House proper would feel comfortable grabbing a bite there at all hours, and perhaps bend his elbow as well, while relaxing from long travels. On the other hand, the café also wishes to present the image of a more than acceptable dining establishment that the same business traveler could enjoy a meal with a prospective client who would not appreciate being wined and dined at the proverbial "greasy spoon." By the same measure, Alexandria Wells was trying to project two images as well, and succeeding at both. Her long, lustrous hair was up in a functional bun, and the dress she wore, which included a necktie, vest and a more masculine collar, projected the image of the prim, proper, competent professional woman in her late twenties or early thirties who had not only entered a male dominated profession, but had succeeded triumphantly in it. And in this, Alexandria had. She was already a junior partner in the firm of Stevenson, Lamprey and Enrich, and there were some who had begun to speculate that, before her fortieth birthday, the name Wells might be added to the firm's moniker. She was qualified as both a solicitor and barrister, and was comfortable in both the stuffiest of boardrooms in London and arbitrating between two plantation owners in a tavern in the southern part of the colony. There was even talk that the Royal Governor would offer or had offered her a position on the bench. At the same time, Alexandria still exuded femininity. While her clothing was modest, it still allowed the casual observer to admire her slender but feminine form. Alexandria waited at a table in the American House's café, occasionally adjusting her tie or shuffling the papers before her. Not that Alexandria was nervous. She was simply one of those individuals who must be doing something at all times. And while she waited, she kept herself busy either reviewing her presentation or maintaining her tidiness. It hadn't been a long trip for Ander to get to the American House; even by foot it only would have taken a half hour, and by hansom cab it had taken less than half that. Paying the driver the young man pushed open the heavy wooden door to the café and stepped inside. Though it was still relatively early there were a few people present and Ander, not being sure which one of them Ms Wells might be, approached the man tending the bar. "I have a meeting with a Ms Wells," he said, "Any chance you can tell me whether she's already here?" The bartender looked up from polishing his glass, and gestured with his chin toward the only woman sitting in the dining room, before returning to polishing his glassware. Turning to the dining room Ander saw the woman he was supposed to meet with, and after thanking the man at the counter he made his way over to Ms Wells' table. "Ms Wells," he said, getting her attention, "My name is Andre Truman, here for our meeting." "Alexandria Wells," the woman responded, offering her hands in a masculine fashion. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Truman. I must say, the handling of the Montgomery estate has been an interesting one. I'm finally glad to meet you."" You can call me Miss Wells, if you wish," Alexandria added as she retook her seat. "I read that editorial in the Springfield Republican myself, about using the honorific 'Fizz' when the marital status of a woman is in doubt, but since I'm unmarried, there's no need to indulge in it. Shall I call the waiter to take our lunch orders?" Ander took Miss Wells' hand, slightly surprised by the method of greeting but ultimately not lingering too much on it, not when his attention was being captured by the woman before him. She was quite an attractive woman, he thought, and as he took his seat he smiled. "Sounds good, I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast so having our conversation over lunch would be a good way to start." "They have a sandwich called the Dagwood," Alexandria replied, waving a waiter over. "Not something for those who want to appear genteel while dine, but I think a robust young man like you would appreciate it." "I suppose that if you recommend it then I'll have the Dagwood," Ander said once the waiter was standing at the table. He wasn't someone who cared too much about personal appearances, at least within reason of course. "What were you thinking of getting?" he asked, making small talk as they waited. "An American Waldorf salad," Alexandria ordered. The waiter nodded, took their order for drinks, and then retreated to the kitchen. "I've had the original in New York, when the maître d'hôtel invented two years ago, but the American does an interesting twist to it."" So, if you don't mind me asking, Mr. Truman, how did you know Mr. Montgomery. Just from handling his estate, he sounds like an interesting man." "Ah, now there's a story," Ander said, smiling lightly as he remembered the events of that day. "Well this was a few years ago, I was fresh out of school and looking for work. After a long day of no luck I ended up at a bar where I met him for the first time."" I don't exactly remember what happened next," Ander sheepishly said, "but the next thing I remember is waking up surrounded by a number of things that we built over the course of the night. After that we became fairly good friends and kept in contact over the years." "An unusual story," Alexandria noted, as the waiter returned with a multilayered sandwich and an unusual salad, placing the sandwich in front of Ander and the salad in front of her. "But considering the nature of the bequest he left you, I would expect nothing less. Let's have lunch, shall we, and then we'll get down to the nature of the estate." "Well, now you've got me curious," Ander said as he nodded to the waiter before turning to his order with an expression of something that was almost awe. "They certainly don't do things by half here," he commented." But business can wait until after we've eaten." As Alexandria began taking bites of her salad Ander picked his sandwich up and took a polite bite of the end. Immediately he tasted a number of distinct flavors; chief among them ham, salami, and at least two varieties of cheese (though he couldn't for the life of him tell more than that). After swallowing his bite Ander looked at the lawyer with a smile. "Delicious," he said, "Thank you for the recommendation." With that said he continued eating his meal, taking occasional sips of water from his glass as he went. "I do appreciate a young man with a healthy appetite," Alexandria said with a smile, as she finished her salad." Now that we have lunch out of the way," Alexandria said, as she pushed her repast away, "It's time to discuss the nature of your inheritance, and the rather unusual conditions in retrieving it." "Well as ever, I always aim to please," Ander commented, wiping his mouth with a napkin once he was finished with the sandwich, which was only a short time after Alexandria finished her own meal. "Ah, time to get down to business then? Alright, let us begin."" You say that there are conditions to my receiving my inheritance? I suppose if it was as easy as, say, my just showing up to claim it I could have done so when this all began." The young man paused for a moment, setting down his napkin. "Very well, what are these unusual conditions of Nicholas'?" "Well, in some ways the last will and testament of Nicholas Montgomery reads much the same as any other similar document. He left you a tidy little sum, as well as the royalties off of several patents. Not enough to retire to a life of luxury, but you won't have to pass up a Dagwood if you see one on the menu," Alexandria said with a smile." As to the rest," Alexandria continued, "Are you familiar with the phrase 'proof of concept, Mr. Truman?" Steven nodded at the reveal that he'd been left a sum of money. "About what I was expecting," he said, smiling at the thought of not having to worry quite so much about money from now on. "And yes I am. It's evidence that a design concept or business is feasible." He leaned forward, wondering where the lawyer was going with this. "Although Mr. Montgomery had several 'small' patents to his name," Alexandria began, "His grand scheme, as it were, was to design an airship capable of being crewed by a single person. Or, at the very least, a skilled and knowledgeable Captain, with devices that would allow the airship to be crewed by a few novices. To that end, Mr. Montgomery designed the airshipExerevnitís, which is currently located at one of his holdings in Buffalo," Alexandria concluded, naming the large town located on the western edge of the British colonies, and considered the 'jumping off' point for those who sought to seek fame and fortune in the unexplored wilds of northern North America." If you have no objections, Mr. Truman," Alexis continued, "My firm wishes me to accompany you to New York. To that end, my firm has booked the two of us passage from here to New York, at which point we will take a train on the B&NY. Upon arriving in Buffalo, we will meet an agent of Mr. Montgomery's estate, who will go into greater detail of the various holdings you've inherited, including theExerevnitís." Ander couldn't help but be shocked by what his old friend had been working on. An airship like what Alexandria was describing would revolutionize the field! That is, if it worked of course. "I don't have any objections to travelling to Buffalo," he said slowly, "And I certainly wouldn't mind having a traveling companion such as yourself coming with me." Ander smiled at the woman, "In fact, a change of scenery might do me some good. I've been having some trouble with my tinkering lately, so maybe this will be just what I need to get out of my funk." Alexandria rose to her feet. "I'll have a carriage sent to your hotel in the morning then, and meet you at the pier. We have two staterooms reserved on the Spinnaker. Feel free to order dessert if you wish, Mr. Truman. The firm has already paid for everything." With a smile and a nod of her head, Alexandria made her exit. "Until tomorrow then," Ander said, returning Alexandria's nod and watching as she left before waving down his waiter. After a moment of looking at the dessert menu he ordered a slice of white chocolate cheesecake to finish his meal, eating slowly to savor it. After finishing his meal and sending his compliments to the chef Ander made his way back to the American House to begin packing for his trip. It being so last minute meant that the man didn't have all of have belongings present, but he had what he needed. His set of tools, all we'll use and starting to show their age, enough clothes for a week just in case, and so on. Once all that was done Ander had a few hours free before he needed to get to bed and decided to spend it tinkering with his eyepiece. One of his better works, it functioned as protection from debris as well as having both a telescope and night-vision attachments. He spent his time cleaning it up, slightly improving the specs before finally yawning and going off to bed. The next morning Ander woke up nice and early, giving him time to bathe, shave, and dress before grabbing his bags and making his way down to the street, a good ten minutes before Alexandria had said to expect the carriage. There he waited, slightly nervous on the sidewalk. A large carriage pulled up, with two men up front. The one not holding the reins nimbly jumped down and landed in front of Ander." Mr. Truman?" he asked. "We're here to take you to your ship." "Thank you gentlemen," Ander said, nodding to the men as his few bags were loaded onto the carriage without any trouble. He then climbed into the vehicle, taking comfortable seat as he waited for the trip to Buffalo to begin. The passage from Boston to New York, and then the train ride to Buffalo, was luxurious if uneventful. The law firm representing the estate of the late Nicholas Montgomery had secured to private staterooms for both Ander and Alexandria. They had secured a private car on the train ride to Buffalo as well, with small sleeping compartments at either end, and a well upholstered sitting room in the center. Alexandria was friendly enough on both trips, but she spent of a good deal of her time in preparatory work on both the steam boat and the train, leaving Ander to his own devices. Upon their arrival to Buffalo, though, she seemed re-energized." We have rooms booked at the True hotel," Alexandria told Ander. "Once we get settled in, we'll meet with an agent of Mr. Montgomery's estate as to the physical portions of your inheritance." Ander had rather enjoyed the trip to Buffalo, even if the coachmen hadn't been particularly talkative. That was fine though, it had given him a bit of time to relax and enjoy the quiet. The scenery as they traveled had been lovely, full of vast fields of grain and the occasional vineyard. The train trip had been similarly uneventful, and except for the occasional bit of idle conversation with Alexandria it had been quiet as well, except one of the stewardesses offering a lunch. It wasn't a Dagwood, but it had still been good for traveling fare. Stepping off the train he looked around the station, listening to Alexandria's explanation as they walked. "Sounds like a plan," he said, "I'm looking forward to seeing exactly what my old friend left me." Buffalo was a frontier town in any way you would care to count. Inventors, trappers, merchants, farmers, treasure hunters, soldiers, charlatans...all walked and mingled on the streets. People wore all types of clothing and costumes, and looked to come from all walks of life and all corners of the globe. No garb was so too outrageous to garner a second look. The town of buffalo was a clash of styles as well. Stone buildings crafted to look ancient in appearance and decorum stood side by side with large log structures. Horses shared the street with steam driven vehicles and overhead, a few airships could be seen. As Ander and Alexandria made their way to the stylish True Hotel, they were met in front of that august building by blonde woman wearing a collection of gears and watches on her dress." You would be Ander Truman," the blonde woman said, stepping up to Ander and holding her hand out firm. "Jocelyn Montgomery. Nicholas' niece and assistant." Being rather more used to cities such as Boston, where the frontier had largely been beaten back by progress and industry, the eclectic nature of Buffalo catching his attention quickly. Still, he was able to focus enough that he could follow Alexandria to their destination, the hotel that they would be staying at while they were in the town. Approaching the True Hotel Ander's attention was brought back to the present by the arrival of an attractive blonde woman who introduced herself as Nicholas' niece. "It's good to meet you Jocelyn, I'm sorry for your loss. Nicholas was a good man, and the world's worse for his loss." He shook the woman's hand firmly as he offered his condolences to her. "And he was generous, at least to me, both before and, you know, after," Jocelyn added. "But let me you get you two checked into the hotel, and then I'll show you what he left to you, and to me, and see if you want to work together or not." "Of course," Ander nodded as he followed Jocelyn into the hotel. "I must say, after everything that's happened these past weeks I'm very curious about what Nicolas left me. If what Alexandria tells me is true then it's quite the technological marvel!" "You haven't seen the half of it," Jocelyn answered, as she led Ander and Alexandria into the hotel. Inside, the True Hotel matched the splendor of any hotel one could find in New York or Boston, and even a visitor from London itself would not find themselves wanting for a luxurious surrounding. The bellhops led the trio and their luggage to the elevator (bragging it was the only one in any hotel west of New York) and let them to the Penthouse Suite. There were three bedrooms leading from the large sitting area. "I hope you don't mind," Jocelyn said, "But I took the liberty of putting my things in one of the bedrooms. I actually have quarters in my laboratory, but I thought it might be easier if I were on hand while everything gets settled."" An excellent idea," Alexandria replied. "Mr. Truman, if you have no objections, I would suggest we all retire to our rooms for a little rest, and then reassemble in the sitting room when it's time for dinner."" Actually, if you both packed your swimsuits," Jocelyn interrupted, "This room has a feature you might be interested in. A group of Italian brothers have come up with a most amazing invention, which they named after themselves. They call it the Jacuzzi Recuperating Heated Water Pool. Or simply Jacuzzi, though I don't believe that moniker will ever catch on. Have you heard of it?" It was closer than he liked, but Ander was able to keep himself from staring like a country bumpkin as the three of them made their way into the hotel, though he'd lingered a bit at the elevator, it being an interesting bit of tech for the area. The room, as far as Ander could tell, was a grand one, fit for just about any of the upper classes who might decide to visit Buffalo. He set his bags down in one of the empty rooms as he listened to Jocelyn describe the Italian device. "Not the best name," he agreed, "But who knows, they might change it should they come up with a better one." The young man thought back to when he'd been packing and realized that he had packed a swimsuit among his other clothes. "I hadn't heard of it, but if it's as good as you say then I'd be willing to give it a try," Ander said, pulling open one of his bags and searching through it for what he needed. "Some might consider it risqué, but I believe the proprieties are being observed if we chaperone each other, Miss Montgomery," Alexandria said decisively. Alexandria followed all the latest health trends with keen interest, and this one intrigued her. "Let's change then, and meet back in the sitting room in fifteen minutes." "Of course, I'll see you both shortly then," Ander said, nodding to the women as they all made their way to their respective rooms to change. While Alexandria was right about how some might see the situation they would be in as risqué, the young man didn't mind the thought of being in the company of two beautiful women, and certainly not while wearing only swimsuits. A few minutes later he had stripped out of his clothes, placing them on the bed and changing into his swimsuit, a pair of blue trunks that were tight on his body, though not uncomfortably so. Stepping out of his room he walked back to the sitting room and waited for the others to join him, wondering just what kind of swim wear Alexandria and Jocelyn might possess. Both Alexandria and Jocelyn returned wearing the modest swimsuits of the day, though they were perhaps a little bit more revealing than the norm. Both had the small skirts that were standard of the day, and were black as well, though the skirt extended only halfway to the knees, rather than all the ways to the knees, as was the fashion. In addition, the leggings underneath, rather than extending all the way to the ankle, displayed both women's calves. On the upper body, the scoop of Jocelyn's top revealed the upper portions of her breasts, and the limbs of both suits exposed the women's shoulders. In addition, both women wore their hair loose and down, rather than in a bun. Both women were rather surprised at Ander's exposed torso and, after their initial shock, averted their eyes (though neither one voiced disapproval, or didn't stop from taking further glances)." Yes, well, this way," Jocelyn managed, before leading the trio to a separate room. "It's my understanding that this is the only aquatic recuperating room in the hotel. And the requirement for the water and other necessities seven floors up makes the tab for this room much more elevated, but worth the price, undoubtedly." The Jacuzzi room was dominated by a marble tub suitable for six adults to sit comfortable, with the room decorated in a Roman style. Instructions were labeled by a number of valves and, after a small bit of experimentation, the water began foaming and bubbling in the marble tub." Shall we?" Jocelyn said, as she made her way to the tub, with Alexandria following. Ander hadn't quite known what to expect when the women exited their rooms, but he certainly wasn't about to complain about it. Though in comparison he felt a bit naked, what with his own suit covering less skin than them by comparison. He hadn't exactly been expecting a situation like this when he'd packed the trunks after all." That's the price of luxury for you," he commented as Jocelyn explained the cost of the feature, "Hopefully it's worth however much was paid for it." After a moment of fiddling with the valves and nozzles they figured out how the tub worked and Ander stepped into it, wincing slightly from the heat. "It's warmer than I was expecting, but not unpleasant." Getting used to the heat he lowered the rest of his body inside, letting out a pleased sigh as he did so. "You know, the name aside this feels pretty good." Ander looked to Jocelyn and Alexandria, "Come on in, there's room for all three of us." With equal portions of hesitancy and excitement, both women stepped into the hot tub and gingerly lowered themselves." I must say, it's equal parts relaxation and exhilaration," Alexandria said as she got settled in." And I want to say I detect sodium bicarbonate on my skin," Jocelyn added. "I believe the medical researchers who take an interest in such things swear by its rejuvenating effects on the skin." Sighing pleasantly, Ander lowered himself further into the water, his arms resting on the edge of the tub. "Yeah, this is great," he agreed, "Those brothers certainly know how to make a device." Opening his eyes he could see the two women doing much the same, relaxing into the water. At Jocelyn's mention of skin Ander couldn't help but notice how the water splashed against their bodies, though he did his best not to let his gaze linger. "Perhaps it could be altered to provide medical benefits as well," he mused, the heat of the water soothing his muscles a bit. "I believe that was the intention," Jocelyn said. "I remember reading something about it. Hydrotherapy, I believe it's called. There's a man in Michigan, a John Kellogg, who has been advancing a number of the most fascinating theories about progressive health reforms."" Hmmmm," Alexandria answered noncommittally, allowing herself to sink into the water a little bit more. Ander rested his head against the wall of the tub, closing his eyes and letting his cares melt away. "I think I'd like to own one of these," he commented, his voice soft, "Seems like a good way to relax after a long, hard day." Alexandria opened her eyes, a thoughtful look on her face. "I don't doubt that a number of individuals might have the same wish. At present, it would be the purchase ability of all but the richest, but perhaps if the Jacuzzi brothers were able to employ the methods Brunei and Maud slay have been practicing in benefit of the Royal Navy. It's an interesting time we live in," Alexandria concluded. "Modern technology, innovate practices and social reforms are making everyone's life better. We are indeed on the cusp of a new Golden Age."" That's all very interesting," Jocelyn said with a chuckle, "But now you should be enjoying the golden benefit of this device. I feel as if my skin is positively glowing." Opening a single eye Ander looked towards Jocelyn and had to admit that she was right; although he couldn't see much more than her arms the woman's already youthful looking skin seemed to look even more healthy than before. "Indeed, a golden age of technology is fast approaching," he said, slowly raising an arm out of the water before dipping it back below the surface, "And we may very well be at the front of it. If nothing else, it's certainly exhilarating." "I actually feel a little envious about how much skin you get to use to absorb all this relaxing energy," Jocelyn said, leaning back into the water." Jocelyn," Alexander said with a laugh." Just saying," Jocelyn replied, her eyes closed. Ander let out a small chuckle at Jocelyn's words, part of him imagining what Jocelyn would look like if she were only wearing a swimsuit like his. Now there was an intriguing mental image, he thought." Well if you had another swimsuit I'd say that you could change into it," he idly commented, half-joking as he enjoyed the heat of the water surrounding them. "Can you imagine, the decadence of having multiple swimsuits?" Jocelyn said with a laugh." Actually, that might not be that far-fetched," Alexandria countered. "Perhaps swimsuits could be made for different purposes. One for casual wear, one streamlined for swimming, things like that." "Or perhaps even a swimsuit for when you want to impress a beautiful woman, or a handsome man?" Steven offered, continuing Alexandria's line of thought while winking at the two. "Who knows what could be designed in this brave new world of ours!" "Oh, I'm not sure if I could be that brave," Alexandria said with a shy giggle." I think I could," Jocelyn answered, which caused both women to burst into laughter. Ander joined them in their laughter, clearly enjoying the conversation, as well as the company. "Well given what I'm wearing now I think it's safe to say I think I can pull such an outfit off," he said with a grin, "But what do you two think? Should I flaunt what I've got or keep it covered?" "Mr. Truman, please! Behave yourself!" Jocelynlaughed. Alexandriajust shook her head in mock disapproval. "All in good fun I promise you," Ander said with a laugh, his smile wide as they all enjoyed themselves. "Speaking of fun, I don't think I can recall when the last time I had this much fun was. An interesting device and great company, who could ask for more?" "Perhaps a mixed drink?" Alexandria offered. "I suppose it would be counterproductive to the health benefits of the Jacuzzi tub, but I can help but think that something to imbibe would add to the atmosphere."" And I know for a fact that room service has a copy of the Bon Vivant's Companion," Jocelyn added. "What if I were to order a pitcher of drinks, and had them bring them up?" "Now that sounds like the perfect addition to our little party here," was Ander's response, "Go ahead and order us some drinks Jocelyn, whatever you think we'd all enjoy." Jocelyn stood up, her modest swimsuit perhaps a tad more form fitting now that it was wet. She grabbed a thick robe hanging nearby, wrapping it around herself and went into the next room." So, Mr. Truman," Alexandria began, "If this automated airship is as good as it sounds, do you have any plans for it? Perhaps start your own charter business?" Ander's eyes followed Jocelyn as she stepped out of the tub, and while her swimsuit was still fairly conservative it now hugged her body rather closely. When she threw on a robe he looked away, and was drawn from such thoughts by Alexandria's question." Hmm, a good question," he responded, considering his options, "I could certainly make a good living running a charter ship, sailing from place to place. Alternatively I could make an expedition out West and see what I can find out there." Ander chuckled as he recalled something, "A month ago I met a man who claimed to have learned of a city out west where everything, from the streets to the buildings, is made from solid gold. Almost certainly not true, but I don't doubt that there are sights out there just as beautiful." "A few centuries ago, the Spaniards heard the same kind of stories. They never got to find out anything, though," Alexandria replied. "The Aztecs stopped the Spanish Invasion even before it got started. All sorts of tales of strange creatures, hidden cities, treasures beyond belief, across the length and breadth of two continents. But perhaps the new age is when we get to find out what exactly is out there." "Exactly," he nodded as Alexandria spoke. "So much is being done today that even a few decades ago would have been called the fevered dreams of madmen; flying ships, metallic automatons, and even jacuzzis!" Ander smiled widely at that. "Who's to say that there aren't even more mysteries out in the unexplored parts of the world, just waiting to be found?" "Makes me wish you had need for a full-time lawyer," Alexandria laughed. "Still, I'm excited to see this new airship, Jocelyn's laboratory, and whatever else Mr. Montgomery left you." "Hmm, well who's to say that I don't need a lawyer now?" Ander asked, a considering look on his face. "After all, if I do end up running a charter business like you suggested, or any other kind for that matter, I might very well find myself needing an expert lawyer to help ensure that I stay on the straight and narrow." He paused for a moment, "And I'm also interested in seeing everything else that's been left to me. The airship alone is a great deal to take in, let alone anything else!" "Oh, I'm too settled in to my Boston legal and social scene to try anything else," Alexandria said with a laugh. "Still, it does not harm to dream, I suppose."" It certainly doesn't," Jocelyn said, as she entered pushing a cart with two pitchers of something red and three frosted glasses. "What are we dreaming about?" "Fair enough," was Ander's response, "But it's an open offer, so if you ever want a change in scenery feel free to send me a message.""Oh, Alexandria! and I were just discussing what I planned on doing with my inheritance, and I offered her a job." Ander placed a hand to his chest, his face taking on a pained look. "Alas, she has spurned my offer, and I don't know if my poor heart can take it!" He looked at the pitchers Jocelyn was carrying, "Though I imagine a drink might help." "Room service says this is called Buffalo Punch. Apples, lime, cinnamon, cranberry juice for the red color and some particular potent rum," Jocelyn said, handing one glass to Ander, and another on to Alexandria. Grabbing a glass for herself, Jocelyn carefully lowered herself into the water." So what shall we drink to?" Jocelyn asked. Taking the offered glass with a nod of thanks, Ander examined it as he listened to Jocelyn's explanation of what was in it. "Sounds like a blast," he said with a grin, before looking between the two women." I say we drink to Nicholas, without whom none of us would be in the position we're in right now." He raised the glass slightly above the center of the jacuzzi, "To Nicholas!" he said, slightly somberly before they clinked the glasses together. "To Uncle Nicholas," Jocelyn echoed, raising her glass, as Alexandria raised her glass silently. Jocelyn paused, then added, "And to something Uncle Nicholas would have wholeheartedly approved off. To what's around the next corner!" "Indeed, to the next great discovery!" Ander said, clinking their glasses once more before taking a sip, finding that he liked the taste. "An excellent choice Jocelyn," he said, smiling all the while. "This punch has got some punch," Jocelyn giggled. "I think I'm feeling a little light-headed." Alexandria nodded in agreement as she stood up, her wet swimsuit clinging to her slender but feminine form. "It certainly does sneak up on you. Can I get anyone a refill?" Ander laughed lightly at Jocelyn's little joke, the drink having begun to give him a healthy buzz. "Indeed," he said, before offering his glass to Alexandria. "I could go for another one," he said with a smile, his eyes slowly tracing her form as she stood up, noticing that her swimsuit was clinging to her. Alexandria poured her own drink first, then Jocelyn's and finally Ander's, before settling back down." To the medical benefits of warm water and warm friendships," she giggled, before taking a gulp of her drink. Joining Alexandria in drinking from their newly refilled glasses, Ander gave a soft sigh of relief as he sank back into the water. "I'm definitely going to be buying one of these some day," he said, grinning from both the good company and the growing warm feeling in his body." I don't think I ever could have guessed that I could be in a situation like this even a week ago," he continued, smiling at his companions. "Good drinks, new prospects, and of course the presence of two beautiful women! Could life be any better?" he asked of the two. Jocelyn giggled and blushed, while Alexandria just clucked her tongue. "And a young man with the gift of blarney to share our drinks with," Alexandria laughed, lifting her glass. Their glasses clinked again, and Ander laughed at the lawyer's words. "Oh I've got no gift for blarney," he said, "I'm not the kind of guy who says something he doesn't mean." "And that's the most dangerous kind!" Alexandria said with a laugh, as Jocelyn joined." Still wish I could get the full benefit of these waters," Jocelyn added with a slight slur to her voice. Ander joined in on their laughter, more from the warmth of the alcohol and the tub than anything else. Still, he paused at Jocelyn's words. "If you like I could take a walk and you two could have the chance to do that." He probably wouldn't have suggested that had he been sober, but two drinks in can make a few strange decisions, as he certainly knew.

Into the Wild (Steam) Blue Yonder (pods6827 and MMRS)|rating:4.0

Jugger x Rina

Nathan (Human) (NYX) first day to his new school...a school he'd gotten into because of his drunk father, but he couldn't complain. It was a school, at least it was something to go on his school record. He sits on the bus, looking out the window barely as he watched the scenery go by slowly. Sighing, Nathan just leans back and closes his eyes as he tried to relax, just as he was going into a tunnel. On the other end, he thought the red tinted sky was because of it being in the afternoon. "Whey... How long was I out...?" Figure stood with her group of friends and was asking if Tune new anyone who she could flirt with since she rather let him be with Mona. Mona having blushed and grabbed tune's hand. Mizure(Yulianna) form (add Rosario) form (Want me to RP Tune as well?) Getting off the bus, Nathan just followed the crowd as he walked along the weird area around him. "What's with the forest... I know this is a bordering school but...seriously." He said as he came up to the school grounds. Looking around, he wondered what this place would have in store for him. Behind Mona, a small gust of wind came, lifting Mona and Figure's skirts. Laughing slightly as he floated down, Cairo just smiled as he sat on a small gust of wind that kept him levitated. "Hello ladies...and Tune. Excited to find out we've got new students for the new year?" [If you want]Figure was about to attack when Mona held her back "Don't, we can't be late since my father is bringing one of the students to be in our class." Figure scowled "You got lucky Cairo." she didn't want to see Mona yelled at. Cairo just chuckled as he held a camera in his hand. "Gin's sure to pay me well for these pics...here." He showed the girls the camera before flying off. Seeing something fly off in the distance, Nathan began to walk over to where it had originated and found three people. "Uh...excuse me...can any of you tell me where class B6 is?" Figure spun on her heels as she spoke, her sucker falling out of her mouth "That's our room." Mona pulled Tune close and said softly but still to where the new guy and Figure heard "His blood smells human like yours Tsukune-run." "Your room...? I'm...forming up with the three of you?" He said as he looked at the three of them. "What do you mean...smells human like his...?" He said as he looked at Tune, who just rubbed his head as he looked at Mona with a worried look. "Better get him inside before anyone else senses it...the women around here go...crazy around humans." He said shuddering, remembering the Lamina teacher. Figure grabbed his hand "Stay close to our group and you won't be attacked like Tune was last year." Mona smiled showing her fangs saying "I-i'm a vampire..." she pointed to Tune ".in love with a human. After things happened last year humans aren't as feared here if transfers."[starting our own twists now] (Gotta admit though, the flaming fox demon was epic.)" Yeaaah...nice dentures..." He muttered, not believing her, though she did put on a good act. Tune just sighed. "He doesn't get it Mona...maybe he should just learn it the hard way? Haha." He joked, though Nathan still was a bit confused. "Yeah yeah...and I'm guessing there's werewolves here too?" Almost immediately... Gin fell down behind Nathan in werewolf form and grabbed his head with one hand, though not viciously. He lifted him high in the air as Nathan began to freak out, all the while Gin was laughing. "Who's the new guy Mona?"(Wait I'm guessing Humans are allowed here though hated?) Mona was about to move when a flash of black hair kicked Gin in the head sending him back as a girl stood helping Nathan off the ground "You've gotten slow at removing that damn seal Mono!" Mona simply stared "Lily?" her father walked up and said coldly "Gin leave before I drain your blood." Turning to his daughter and Tune he said "I thought you were fast when it came to removing her seal boy." Tune stumbled back at the sight of her father, this being one of the few times he'd ever seen her. "S-Sorry sir... Gin wouldn't harm anybody, even if he seems like it... I trust him...to a degree." "Gee thanks asshole..." Gin said as he lay on the ground in human form next to Figure. Looking up, he had a perverted look on his face as he saw up her skirt. Nathan was still freaking out, breathing hard as he stared at Gin and the woman who helped him. "What the hell is going on here!?" Figure's left hand, the one in view of Nathan, turned to ice as she froze Gin and walked over to Mona's father "Sir it seems the new guy came here like Tune did." Lily glanced at him and said "He wreaks of human, better hope that damn succubus Durum don't try making him her mate like you Mono." (Mono?) Nathan's eyes went wide as he saw Gin get frozen...which was actually kinda funny as he still had that perverted look on his face. He still thought it slightly funny as he walked over and poked at the iced man with his foot. Tsukune sighed. "Sir...he's probably not going to make it here if he stays. It might be best to send him to the human realm again and remove his memories." [Tune's full name is tune mono...it's his last name]Lily tensed not knowing why and said "Father you can't...' Mr. Akasha (forgot his real name) looked at his daughter "And why not Lily, I have a duty to protect the students of this school." Lily bit her lip "He could be someone for Tune to relate to, not to mention help him learn how to pull off being demon, so the other kids don't try killing him!" Mr. Akasha snapped, eyes glowed dark red and fangs grew in length "Do not yell at me!" with that he back handed Lily's right cheek. (Ah okay)Seeing the woman fall to the floor, Tune and Nathan's jaw dropped...though, Nathan was the one who went to action. Moving over to Lily, he held her up a bit so that she didn't have to lay on the dirty floor after getting hit so hard, his hand around her back and the other one on her Rosario as he looked at Lily's father. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Why would you hit your own daughter like that!?" Mona grabbed Tune's hand seeing Nathan's on her sister's Rosario. Mr. Akasha was about to speak when Lily grabbed his and her necklace "Let's see if it truly works this way...." With that she pulled, and the cross came off, and she stood as her hair went to a more gray looking silver white and her eyes became a reddish orange. (Love at first sight eh? Haha.) Nathan's eyes widened as he held the Rosario in hand as she transformed. Stumbling back, he crawled away from her, eyes wide as he still could not believe what was going on. "What the hell are you people...!?" He got up and began to run, still holding the Rosario. "Uh oh... Don't you need that Lily?" Tune said as he looked to her...though he whispered to Mona. "If he was able to pull it off...does that mean...?" Mona nodded as her father was silent. Mr. Akasha thought to himself 'both girls who have seals, can remove them' Lily sighed and turned quickly following after Nathan. She caught sight of him and said calmly "If you stop I can explain to you what is going on..." she wanted him to stop hoping he would not fear her if she put the Rosario back on. (Huh, she isn't as demanding and vicious as her sister is in her full Vampire form lol)Nathan stopped and jumped at the sight of the girl. "W-What...?" He said as he stepped back, him stopping to a tree as he looked at her in fear. "What the hell is going on...what is this place? Why are there vampires and werewolves...did I pass into some sick teenager's Twilight dream...!?"(lol) Lily snapped "Oh quit acting like such a weakling even Tune has more balls and is human!" she snatched the cross out of his hand saying "This is Okay Academy, don't you know Okay means Demon?" she didn't put the seal back on but stood looking at him and added sighing "To think I suggested a weakling stay." she turned putting the seal back on, her hair returning to black as she began to walk away "go home human, you won't last here." Looking down...it somewhat hurt to hear it...but he knew it was true. "Yeah...you're right..." He said as he sighed and turned to head back toward the road the bus was on. "I'll just follow where the bus came in from and head home...dammit...this was the only school that accepted me..." Lily stopped dead and turned saying "then prove me wrong and that your strong like Mono, hell Mona had to give him her blood to keep the boy from dying saving her from being killed for keeping his secret." Nathan turned and raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't that...turn him into a vampire then if she did that? Bah..." He sighed as he crouched down to the ground and began to finger the dirt. "Dammit... I can't stay in a school of vampires and werewolves... I'm too much of a coward, I can't even defend myself against normal humans..." lily walked over and crouched beside him "Technically a ghoul, she left him human, but he has vampire blood that only kicks in if Mona's in danger." she let her voice soften and said "this school has a lot of different demons and if you stay close to Tune no one will bother you because of the girls he is friends with." she smiled at him "Figure is a snow demon, durum is succubus, my sister Mona is vamp like me and then there is ruby and Yuri who are both witches." "Seems like a monster school...did you say Succubus...oh crap...the last thing I need is some horny chick trying to force me into something... I heard succubi are either ugly as hell or they drain you of energy once you're under their command...but if you truly think I'll be safe here, I'll take your word for it, Vampire." [being kicked out of buddies place...be back on in the morning]"Lily, I don't really like letting my vamp blood loose unless it urgent." (Alright. G'night)"Right...and removing this...necklace thing that I had earlier made you into that person earlier? This is so...unreal..." Lily smiled at him "It's called a Rosario, it seals my vampire blood so that I'm practically human when it's on. I'm sorry for making you take it off, but it was the only thing I could think of to get father to back off." She sighed as she said "Its like Mona's only someone who could truly care for me and love me could remove it, when you helped me up after father hit me I think it came off cause you reacted." She stood up and yawned "I won't make you do anything so leave or stay it's your choice. I'll be in your class, so I'll see you around." she turned to walk away thinking 'i won't force him into this' (BRB I'm going to take a shower. Sorry, give me a while.) Thinking about it for a while, Nathan began to follow the girl. He needed to have more school experience so he could have a better life in the future...he'd just hoped he'd live to have a future. [it's ok]Lily glanced back and said "You can buy me... I won't bite unless you want me to." she winked at him before turning back to look in front of her. (I posted that long...20 minutes ago lol.) Rubbing his head, he walked at an even pace with her...he still found this hard to believe...a school for monsters...? He didn't really know what Okay Academy was, he figured the creator loved demons or something..." Can you show me to the dorms... I just want to get somewhere where I can feel...uh...safe." "Sure, if you ever want info about this school come find me ok. My dad's one of the founders and guardians of the place." she showed him to the male dorms calling out "Hey Mono, Cairo, you two got a free bed in your room?" (Thought Figure said that he was in her and Mona's dorm? Just skin because it was said.) Ichiro peered out of the room. "Lily? Who's this?" He said as he came out on a small gust of air that held him up as he sat in a cross-legged position. "He seems...frail for his human form. Probably a D-Rank monster...hell, maybe E-Rank." Lily glared at him "Do I need to put you in your place again, and don't forget what everyone thought about Tune when he first got here." Lily smiled at Nathan and said "You know I told you mine, but I never got your name."[b6 could mean boys room 6, so I thought put him with the other human, tune. Also he said class so they could be in the same classroom] (Oh lol. I just hit a random letter and number, but good one on that haha.) Nathan just looked at the man floating in the air before looking at Lily. "My name is Nathan... Nathan Stone... I'm an American that came to Japan for foreign exchange but... I didn't think I'd have to attend a monster school." Lily smiled "Let me guess...parent filled it out and got you in a school you know nothing of."[were you doing tune?] (Oh sorry, forgot.)" Yes...sadly." Nathan said as he sighed before Tune patted him on the back. "Same here buddy." Cairo just grunted. "Jeez...this is so boring..." He said as he began to float away back into the room. "He's...bored most of the time...isn't he?" "Only when he's not being challenged to a fight." Lily smiled and said "I'll leave him to you ok Tune." she pulled Nathan into a hug and said softly 'Tune can help you out a lot, and if you need me he can help you out." with that she left to the girls dorm and unpacked as she roomed with her sisters Mona and Korea. Blushing slightly as he was hugged, he turned to look at Tune before walking into the room, rubbing his head in embarrassment. Tune just laughed and patted him on the back.(Feel free to TS whenever.) [ok]The next morning Lily walked with Mona, Korea, Figure, Durum, and Yuri. The group of girls had been talking, but the three vamp sisters had remained silent. Once in front of the school the group fell silent as Durum, the succubus asked "Hey Mona your sister ok, she ain't said a word since your dad hit her." Cairo smirked as he sent another gust of wind toward the girls, causing their skirts to fly up, followed by the flashing of cameras from two different angles. "Gin! We got the pics!" Cairo said as he flew off to the school, blowing Gin's cover purposely as he hid in the bushes. Nathan and Tune came up behind the girls after seeing Cairo fly off. "What's with those guys Tune...?" Tune just shrugged. Lily clenched her fists as her eyes got flecks of red even though her Rosario was still on "I'm going to kill that wolf and wind punk!" Mona and Korea quickly grabbed her "You can't or father will get angry!" "Mona's right sis!" Lily growled grabbing her cross "I'm sick of them doing this, I don't care what father does those two are dead!" the two younger girls were struggling to hold their sister back as Mona shouted "Nathan do something, she's nice to you!" "Why is it I'm not just another variable around here...?" He muttered to himself as he ran in front of Lily. "Lily, let me go...you can't go around killing people as you please...even if they are obnoxious." He bit his lip, thinking he'd just be killed in the crossfire. "Lily, there has to be a more civilized way of doing things...!" Lily froze hearing his voice and pushed her sisters off pulling him close into a hug whispering "Thanks, your right but I..." she sighed as she looked at him "I don't know what to do, father refuses to do anything." Minors hand became ice "I could freeze them." Durum's nails became claws "And I could tear there clothes so they wake up tied nude to a tree with people laughing." Yuri added her input "I'll use my magic to put makeup on them." Nathan just looked at the girls as they spoke. "Er...you all...do what you want to do..." He turned to Lily. "You just need to do as they do...you need to find something embarrassing of them and just blackmail them to give back the pictures." Mona sighed "The only embarrassing thing about those two is who bad they whine when they get their buts kicked by me and Lily." Lily sighed 'time to scared them good. Nathan, care to help me out with this?" she smiled at him liking how much he was like tune. Tune just rubbed his head as he sat back by Mona, watching the two of them speak. "How... I can't fight, I've already told you. Things are...difficult for me when it comes to fighting." Lily smirked as she whispered in his ear "You only need to play along. I'm going to walk up to them and if they don't hand over the photos you simply act like you're going to remove the cross ok." "Er...okay..." He said as he looked in the direction that they ran off in. "Though...should we do it now or...perhaps when we aren't late for classes...?" Lily smiled at him as she began to walk for the school "We'll do it at lunch. Come on Nate lets go." the small group followed lily like she was the one in charge. Korea said "You got sis to smile, I've never seen her smile." Nathan rubbed his head. "Really...?" HE said to the smaller sister of the three of them. Tune just smiled as he whispered to Mona. "You think...things will end up like how we did Mona?" Mona smiled at him as she watched her sister "I'm not sure Tune, but I hope so. Its nice seeing her smile for once." Korea nodded "Yeah, she's never shown anything but anger til now." Lily stood at the door and looked at Nathan with a soft smile thinking 'will I be like Mona and fall for a human?' (Tell me, did Tune ever fall for Mona's vampire half fully by the end of R+V2? I remember him being confused, thinking he'd fallen in love with the white haired Mona...but that was around the time I stopped watching Japanese dubbed anime, so I never bothered to finish R+V2)Nathan smiled as he walked over to Lily. "Well then...shall we be off to classes then...? I'm not sure exactly where to go though...or what they teach here." BRB supper post when back] (Alright then.) [back. He loved both halves the same by the end, even faced off with her dad to get her a new Rosario which got him Korea's approval]Lily nodded and led him to the classroom saying "the teacher's pretty cool. Mrs. Economy is a cat demon." Mona looked at Tune "Think he'll accept her?" (Wait...her Rosario broke meaning she'd forever be that white haired vampire one, but he wanted the pink haired Mona back?) Tsukune nodded. "I'm sure he will... I think he already has." In the classroom, Cairo was sitting in the back, sleeping. Nathan walked in and looked around before taking a front seat near the window. "A cat demon...? Well... I guess I could tell... Nekonome... Neko... Cat Woman..." [yeah, her dad had a new one made but did not give it to Mona until after tune nearly killed himself getting beat up by her dad just to have both sides he had come to love back]Lily walked by Cairo and ran her nails across his leg cutting him as she took a seat behind Nathan. Mona smiled "I think you're right...I also think she likes him." Cairo let out a cry as he hopped out of the chair and held his leg. "Dammit Lily! These were good pants!" He said as he rubbed at the leg she had cut. Nathan just looked at him with a weary look before sitting down and letting class start. Lily smirked at him holding her bloodied nails to her mouth "Pay back for the photos this morning." Economy said a bit uneasy "Can we start class now?" Lily nodded as she whispered to Nathan "Bet your blood would be better tasting." Nathan turned white at the sound of her voice. He forgot she had to drink blood..." Great..." He said shakily as he sulked into his desk. He hoped the class would be over...he really didn't want to get his neck bitten into. The entire room fell silent as Lily laughed. Lily smiled at him saying "I told you yesterday I'd only bite you if you said I could but that look just now....hahaha....precious!" Mona and Korea smiled saying together "Its about time you show something other than anger Lily!" Lily just smiled at her sisters as she turned to look out the window keeping the smile as she set her hand on her desk hoping he would not be scared of her. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Nathan kept silent as he looked at his desk and took notes, rather than looking around the room. Cairo sneered... After class, Nathan hurried out the room and out of the building, somewhere where he could be alone. Sighing a breath of relief, he slumped down. "Jeez... She seemed too...serious about that..." He shuddered but smiled a bit, but not before he looked to his right to see Cairo sitting beside him, staring. Nathan let out a cry and Cairo just laughed. "What's wrong? Why're you so scared D-Rank?" "You ain't much stronger compared to me Cairo." Lily walked up with a serious look again. Turning to Nathan she said 'Sorry about back in class, are you ok?" Nathan nodded as he stood up and looked at her. "Just...a bit shaken is all." Cairo moved behind Lily and wrapped his arms around her, though his hands lay on her breasts. "Ah he's scared of a big breasted woman like you, how cute." He said sneering before disappearing like the wind. Nathan just blushed as he rubbed his head. "Is he always like that...?" "Yeah and one day it's going to kill him. He's probably going for something to drink care to get pay back for him picking on you?" "Ever heard of the phrase "I'm a lover, not a fighter"?" He said as he moved over to her, patting her on the shoulder. "Though...you could probably kick his ass... I mean he did...grope you." Lily grabbed his chin smirking 'shall we go scared him then?" she turned and waited for him before she started to walk for the vending machines. Looking at her, though strangely not scared as she grabbed his chin, he simply shrugged as he followed her to the vending machine. "Say...can I see this for a sec?" He still did not know that the Rosario was the reason she turned into a vampire. Reaching over, he removed the Rosario from her neck and began to inspect it, eyes almost gleaming to the master craftsmanship of it. Lily smirked as she said "You just took my seal kid." Her eyes went red, and her hair went to the grayish white like before. She turned and pinned Cairo to the wall he was in front of "Hey if it's not my favorite little weak punk, Time for payback for the groping. Hey Nathan hold onto that for a bit would you." Seeing what was going on, he looked at the Rosario upon hearing her request. "Crap... I think I've ended the guy." Cairo grasped his neck as she held him there. Growling, he sent her flying away with a gust of air that began to push her away. "You wanna fight!? Okay! Say hello to my little friend!"(He said it like Scarface.) Lily smirked as she stopped easily next to Nathan. Giving him a quick smile she bent down, red eyes meeting his "Stay close to the building so you don't get hurt ok, I don't want to do what Mona did to Tune your first day here." she turned to Cairo and said "You sure you want to go against an S rank?" "Pfft... A B-Rank could easily kick your ass!" Cairo said as he flew into the air and began to send air slashes toward Lily, Nathan jumping out the way and staying behind the wall as the fight went on.(And when the fight is over the hamster bat will tell how long the fight went on lol.) "If they can't beat Mona what makes you think they could beat me when I'm...." She dodged and kicked him hard sending him into the juice machine ".older!" She stood on the ground bringing her foot back down and did a full stretch cracking her back "That kick felt good after a while of not fighting." Growling, he picked up a juice can and drank it before tossing it into a corner. "Older just means you're more liable to break your back old woman!" He disappeared and reappeared behind her, gripping her breasts once more to add to her rage. "An older woman with large breasts... I'm gonna start calling you Milf, even if you don't have a kid." He said sneering before disappearing...then all of a sudden he began to disappear and reappear in different spots, moving so fast that he seemed like a blur as he moved around like the wind. Lily's eyes grew darker almost blood-red as she gripped his throat having picked up the pattern and began to choke him holding him off the ground "Don't EVER call me old or a milf...YOU GOD DAMN PUNK!" she refused to loosen her grip until he was dead, and she saw him starting to turn blue. Cairo began to squirm in her grip. The only thing keeping him alive was him forcing air into his lungs through his skin, but it was taking too long to give him the amount he needed. If this kept up, he'd be dead...but he did not fear death. "M-Milf..." Lily's eyes went solid red as she gripped his throat tighter "You must want to die." In a flash of black her father had her on the ground and held Cairo by the shirt "I told you to leave her and Tune's group alone." lily was about to yell when Mr. Akasha kicked her over to Nathan "Put that thing back on her before I send you back to the human world boy." he kept his hold on Cairo the whole time. Cairo was coughing and striving for more air as he lay in Mr. Akasha's grip. Nathan held Lily in his arms as he put the Rosario back on her neck. "Lily! Wake up!" Mr. Akasha sighed dropping Cairo "I find out you've been harassing them again you are expelled Cairo, and you can pass that on to that wolf Gin." Lily slowly opened her eyes coughing as she sat up "Nathan....what happened? I remember you asking to see my necklace then....Oh, not again..." Her dad sighed again. "What!? Expelled!?" He said as he laid limp in his grip, aside from his head that was looking at him. "I can't be expelled...!" Nathan looked at Lily with a worried look. "Are you okay...?" Mr. Akasha set him down letting go "Then leave my daughter and her group of friends out of Gin's perverted games. UNDERSTOOD!" Lily nodded "I will be as long as I don't go true form for about a week. Tell me Nate, when dad showed up what shade of red where my eyes?" "You almost killed Cairo...you were killing him...you were choking him and...you were so angry because he called you a milf cause of you being the older sister and..." He blushed and cleared his throat. "And because you had large breasts."" Yes! Whatever!" Cairo said, glaring at the man before he began to float off shakily, his coughing could still be heard. Lily stood up and bowed to her father "Sorry for loosing it father." Her dad raised his hand as if to hit her but instead pointed to Nathan "You are to keep her from losing control like that again!" with that he walked off leaving Lily tearing up 'I nearly killed someone...." "Hey...er...no need to cry...you had all the liabilities to. He gripped your breasts and kept calling you a milf after all..." He said as he held Lily close to him, patting her back to try and comfort her. "Don't cry, its fine Lily...!" Lily didn't move "I only ever go that far if I black out from anger and my eyes go blood-red. Last time it happened father had to knock me out cold before I would even loosen my grip on someone." She glanced at him sad "The person was Korea...my own little sister." Nathan frowned as he held her close. "Well...It's over now Lily...you're safe, Cairo is safe...you'll be okay... I'm sure Cairo won't mess with you anymore." She stepped away from him and turned to face him as she leaned against the school wall "Why aren't you scared like yesterday?" "Well... I'm scared out of my mind right now...but you need someone to talk to, I'm not just going to run off while you sit here and cry... I'll be here to lend you a shoulder to cry on." She smiled softly at him "Thank you, Nathan, that really means a lot to me." She looked at him and for the first time noticed he was taller than her by a good amount, and she blushed thinking 'he could easily rest his chin onto of my head if he wanted. How could he be this way towards me?' Smiling as he held her close, his chin did indeed rest itself gently on top of her head as he held her close. "If you ever need me Lily.... I'll do whatever I can to help you...no matter what it is, alright?" Lily closed her eyes and pressed into him liking the feel of him holding her. Around a corner Mr. Akasha was watching them closely and said softly "Its Mona all over again, but this time the boy has yet to be bitten." he started to walk away mumbling "Take care of her Nathan..." "C'mon, we should probably head back to our dorm rooms...alright?" He said smiling as he held her hand, leading her back to the dorm rooms. "Could we maybe walk to the bus stop instead. I want to look out at the view of the water for a bit." she blushed at the fact they were holding hands but didn't say anything. Nodding, he turned and began to walk to the bus stop. Stopping outside the tunnel the bus would come out, he sat on the ledge where the water was and watched the sea. "Why's it red...?" "I asked father the same thing." Lily sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder "I don't know, but it always makes me feel like someday I might find what Mona found in Tune." "Meh...some humans say love works in mysterious ways, I'm one of them. I don't believe our paths are chosen by destiny, we create our own lives...and we love who and what we want. We're not some...plaything for the Faiths to control...if you get human mythology, I mean." Lily giggled as she sat with him still holding his hand "Do you have a girlfriend back in the human world?" she bit the inside of her lip thinking 'idiot why did I just ask that' "Not exactly... I had to leave my friends and family to come to Japan and go to this school. I don't know anyone here outside the demon school place...speaking of which, where are we in Japan? The ocean is red...we're in a dead forest, the sky is always red when its daytime...and I think I saw a hamster bat when the fight ended..." "This place is in a different world, but the tunnel connects us to Japan." she sat up and said "What's the human world like? I've wanted to go there but never built up the courage to leave this place." (She didn't take one of those field trips into the human world?) Nathan thought about it before he began to describe it as best he could. The sky was blue, the grass was green, the trees were alive, flowers bloomed, people flourished, buildings and civilization was everywhere...though he also told her about the corruption humans have done to the world. [nope makes for more fun later]Lily looked at him in amazement "Wow, no wonder my sisters would go on about the field trips when they got back. I never had a reason to go on them really, the others would go cause tune could show them things that he knew they would like." Nathan simply shrugged. "I guess... I don't have a place to stay in the human realm in Japan, so Tune offered to give me a place to stay at his place cause the trips were usually for a few days...though, he's kinda...full cause of all the girls wanting to stay at his place." "That's to be expected since they all want him." Lily stood letting go of his hand staring out at the water "I wonder just how long he will be with my sister, you know he was her first true friend." "Really? It seems like she's very popular around...heck... I remember while I was walking through the Clubs... I saw a club based solely on Mona, that little witch girl...and her...the blue haired girl..." Lily smiled "That club is just three freaks who are obsessed with my sister, Yuri and Durum. To be honest I'm surprised they aren't obsessed with Figure as well. And Mona only became popular after Tune started hanging out with her cause then the other girls got hooked on being around them and poof she's popular." "I'm guessing its...that...snow woman girl?" He said trying to decide which of them was Figure. "She seemed...distant, no?" Lily nodded "Figure is just shy, always has been. But if you watch closely she opens right up around Mona and the others in that small group." she yawned and said "I'm getting sleepy, want to head back?" (Dammit I keep thinking Minute whenever I see Figure lol. It's only off by one letter.)" Sure." He said smiling before standing up off the cliff edge. Helping her up, he began to lead her back to the dorms, though he still held her hand as they walked. [lol, got to go.be back on tomorrow]Lily smiled and thought 'he keeps holding my hand' she felt herself blush and looked at him "Thanks for cheering me up Nathan, and your welcome to hold my hand anytime ok." She stopped in front of the girls dorm and said "I'll see you tomorrow ok." her whole body wanted to steal a kiss, but she fought against it thinking 'its to soon for me to kiss me, I don't even know how he truly feels about me' (Night.)(lol. 'It's too soon for me to kiss me' haha. Nice typo.) Smiling, Nathan pecked her cheek quickly before hugging her close to him. Turning, he began to make for the boys' dorm.(Also we can post in the SE RP now that we got to 100 posts on this one.) [alright, and meant 'kiss him']Lily stood watching him leave holding her cheek "Did he just kiss me?" (Man... I bought Force Unleashed 2 and I beat the campaign in like 4 or 5 hours...its so short T__T)Walking along the path to the boys' dorm, he made sure he was out of her sight before leaning on a wall and sighing happily. "What a rush..." Mona and Korea ran over as Lily sat on her bed in the dorm room asking "What happened?" Lily blushed looking at them "Nathan just kissed my cheek." Both girls squeezed as they pinned their sister to the bed and all three laid there laughing til they fell asleep. The next day... Ichiro walks to school with a limp, Nathan being there to help him walk. "Dammit..." Cairo muttered as he walked on. "To think I'm being helped by a D-Rank...but thanks Nathan." Nathan nodded in approval as he wondered where Tune had gone off to. Lily and her sisters were walking up to the school when they spotted Nathan and Cairo. Lily called out "H-hey Nate!" Mona and Korea walked past the two boys saying in unison "that's what happens when you piss off dad." Lily just stopped next to Nathan saying "Um thanks for talking with me last night..." she thought the last part blushing at him '.and for the kiss.' Nathan smiled and nodded to her. "It was my pleasure Lily." He said as he laid Cairo down, who looked at them quizzically..." Shall we be off Lily?" Lily blushed slightly as she walked with Nathan. Mona stood by Cairo and said "So still think its fun to snap photos of us?" Cairo just waved her off. "Blew...keep walking vampire, I'd had enough of your kind already." He said as he held his neck with both hands defensively. Nathan took Lily's hand again and led her into the building. Mona turned purposely letting her skirt flash him but not enough to photo "Just remember to not piss of my dad." and with that she walked inside. Lily blushed more "Um Nathan, I've been wondering why you kissed my cheek last night?" "Isn't it obvious...?" Nathan said smiling as he looked to her. "Because... I kinda think you're cute..." Lily reached up and bit his neck taking a tiny taste before letting go and turned red saying "Sorry, I've been fight back from doing that this whole time...." Nathan turned white as he felt her bite down into his neck. He could feel the blood leave his veins as she drank him, and when she pulled back, he held where she bit gently. "T-That surprised me..." She slowly walked away from him letting go of his hand "Sorry..." she hopes he stopped her thinking 'I want to be Mona but I don't think he would like me that way' Nathan looked at her confused as he followed after her. "Sorry...for what? You're a vampire...It's what you need is all...right? I'll be happy to help you stay alive." Lily stopped dead and turned to look at him "Y-you...don't mind...being bitten?" Nathan shook his head. "I'm not going to die from it...it just feels like... I'm getting a shot is all." He said as he rubbed the flesh that she bit. "I'm alright with it." Lily hugged him "Thank you for being ok with it Nathan." she looked up into his eyes "Um you can...kiss me when ever you want." Nathan rubbed the back of his head. "You're sure...?" He said smiling to her. "Alright then..." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Lily smiled "I'm sure..." she turned her head at the last second making their lips meet in an actual kiss. Eyes going slightly wide, he embraced the kiss as his eyes fell close, him holding her close as he continued to kiss her. "Huh..." Cairo said with a blank face as he lifted the camera and took a snapshot of them kissing. "This'll make a good gift for her to make up for yesterday." Korea saw him take the photo and said "Best do it when dads around so you don't get beat again." Lily closed her eyes enjoying the kiss. She pulled back turning red "W-we should probably get to class." "Nah... I don't want it getting out that I'm apologetic so keep your mouth quiet midget." He said to the little sister. Looking her over, he shrugged. "Meh...you really are lacking in what your sister have, no point in taking a photo." Getting up, he began to head for class. Nathan smiling to Lily and nodded. "Yes...let's go." He said as he led her into the building and to their classroom. Korea clenched her fists striking him in the back "not my fault..." she walked past him "...ass, even that human Nathan has more respect." Lily smiled but fell silent entering the room to see the class staring at her. Ignoring them her cold mask came on as she took her seat near the window. (Didn't she have like some huge spiked club as a weapon? Lol)Cairo growled as he could feel the pain in his back. "Gas...little brat..." He mumbled as he glared at her. "Midget..." Nathan noticed the coldness she was showing the class, and he frowned, worried about her as he took a seat in front of her. "You alright Lily...?" "Fine...." she said staring out the window. She tensed seeing her father talking with someone she didn't recognize. Kokoa went to class thinking to her self "Maybe I should use my club on his ass...better talk to my sisters first'[is it ok if I bring in another OC...figure Cairo could go for figure the Yulianna and my OC could go for durum] (You're going to RP a romance between two of your own characters? Sure if you want, but I Was going to eventually bring in another OC.)" You don't seem fine...are you hungry?" Nathan said, urgently trying to help his friend. Cairo raised his eyes as he saw Mr. Akasha talking to the new student. [lets use yours then]Lily pointed out the window "I thought I smelled new blood. I wonder who he is." Outside Mr. Akasha said "... That's the basic rules for this school. Do you have any questions before I take you to classroom B6?" "He looks...like he's egotistical." He said shrugging as he watched the new guy as well. Nathan turned and looked at Lily...still worried about her." No sir, I think I've got this." Mist Timur said smirking to the man. "I'm sure I won't have any problem whatsoever. Now then...to my classroom good sir." Lily bit her lip seeing her father smirk "Nathan...don't let him hit on me ok." Mr. Akasha smirked walking the boy to the classroom and said "Economy, this is your new student. I'll leave the rest to you." Economy nodded "Well why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" to the class, Mist smirked as he bowed in greeting to the class, him using his incubus powers, though it was not visible like Durum's was. "Hello class...my name is Mist Timur... I'm new here, but I'll be glad to make your acquaintance." Durum stood up pointing at him "Why not do it without using that damn charm!" Lily snapped coldly "Sit down succubus." Durum glared at him "Not when an Incubus uses a charm on the girls that has the same effect when I use the same thing on the guys." Lily walked over ad forced Durum to sit "He made my father smirk, you leave him the hell alone!" with that Durum fell silent as the whole class began wanting to ask him questions. Nathan looked at Lily with slight fear...he hadn't seen her this angry before. He almost felt bad for the girl. Mist just chuckled as he walked over to Lily and laid a hand on her. "Oh come now...let the girl speak her mind, it's fine...she can call me whatever she wants to. Sticks and stones my friend...sticks and stones." Lily turned and gripped his throat her eyes treating to turn red "I'm not your friend and I would greatly suggest not touching me again." Mona was out of her seat pulling lily's hand back "Sis don't make dad come back here!" Lily closed her eyes "Mona." the one word made Mona step back and look at Nathan for help as the class began to fear for their lives. Seeing Mona look at him, he gulped as he stood up and laid his hand on Lily's shoulder, Tune getting up from his chair and pulled Mona back slightly so she wouldn't be caught in any kind of crossfire. Mist just stood there, smiling to the girl as this went on. "L-Lily...put him down...he didn't do anything bad..." Nathan said to Lily, pleading. Lily tensed letting go as she held her head "Nate...get me outside now." Mona turned to Tune "We should go with just in case sis needs anything." Durum sat looking at Mist "You got lucky she didn't kill you just now, she is stronger and older than Mona, and I've been beat by Mona." Mist chuckled. "You make her sound like a milf." Nathan turned white upon hearing Mist sat that. He stepped between him and Lily. "L-Lily...don't do it..." He said as he held his hand behind his back so that she couldn't force him to remove the Rosario. Mist looked at him confused. "Hm?" Lily turned on her heels her eyes going red despite the Rosario being on and the very tip of her hair turning white "What did you call me?!" Mona moved to try holding her sister back as Figure ran to get Mr. Akasha, who thankfully was not far from the classroom. "I wasn't talking to this little girl here, I was speaking the boy's mind." He said as he pointed to Cairo, who's eyes went wide in confusion as he looked around. "What?" Mist just chuckled. "See... I'm what you call a Psycho Incubus. I was reading his mind, and I found a recent memory of you fighting...he called you a milf and made you as mad as you are now." He looked down and smirked. "The Rosario looks as if its about to break off from your sheer will. Calm down milky, just relax and watch the day go by." Lily's hair was slowly becoming more white by the second. Mr. Akasha stepped in and quickly slapped Lily making her calm down as he turned to Mist "Do not EVER make any of my daughters break their seals' boy!" Mona held her sister worried "Dad I think we should bring her home." He glanced at his two girls and nodded "Tune, Nathan, both of you come with." Mist bowed to a knee to Mr. Akasha. "With all due respect sir...she started this whole fight...she provoked me, grabbing me by the throat when I simply laid a hand gently on her shoulder before she'd strike down her own sister. I was just trying to draw her attention so that the young miss would not feel the wrath of the daughter." Mr. Akasha said "Mona can handle herself. Lily doesn't let ANYONE touch her, aside from Tune and Nathan." Mona said "He read Cairo's mind and said...milf..." Lily added "I was keeping Durum from starting a fight when he touched me father." Mr. Akasha turned to Durum who nodded and said "Its true sir." (If I don't reply, give me a bit. If I suddenly leave, give me a few minutes to like half an hour, I'll be back on my DSI. I have to get off the comp soon.)" With all due respect sir, I didn't ask for your daughter's help, and I'll admit that it was my fault for demonstrating my powers and accidentally provoking her, but your daughter was...a slight inconvenience. And as I've said earlier, I only said that to distract your daughter from the young miss." [ok]Mona glared at him "Lily and I fight all the time. And if you need someone to worry about me, I have Tune!" Lily turned to Nathan and Tune "Come one guys lets go. Dad we shall be by the tunnel." with that Mona and Lily walked out the room. Mr. Akasha sighed "Mist, know this what ever goes on between Lily and Mona is none of your worry. Nathan and Tune can handle them." Mist nodded, still not getting up from his bow. "Yes Mr. Akasha." Standing up, he turned and took an empty seat in the back, elbow on the desk with his head being held up by his hand as he smirked at the class. Nathan just looked at him before going over to Lily. "Lets go..." Lily held Nathan's hand as she left the room her free hand grabbing her Rosario. Mr. Akasha walked out of the room with his two daughters and Nathan. Glancing back he asked "Mono, you're coming with or staying?" Tune was looking at the new student and didn't say a word as he followed after Mr. Akasha. Mist smirked, he had implanted himself into the boy's brain psychologically, now he could see and hear anything that'd go on. Mr. Akasha sighed "Lily you know not to let people get to you." Lily hung her head "I know, but that one word is the only thing to make me break the seal. I don't like it father." Mona was worried "Tune you ok, do you have a headache?" Tune nodded as he held his head. "Yeah...small headache all of a sudden...anyway, where are we going Mr. Akasha?" Nathan looked him before looking to Lily. "No one will call you that any more Lily..." Mr. Akasha lead them to the bus stop and said "I'm not too trusting of that boy. If he could make Lily get that close to breaking her seal just by the mention of a word I'm very skeptical of letting you kids near our home after having talked to him." Mona dug in her bag pulling out some medicine from ruby "Here, Ruby says it helps any form of head pain." Lily sighed staring at the tunnel "I wonder if maybe a trip to the human world could help calm my nerves." (Gotta go, but I can't get on the DSI yet, I'll try as fast as I can to get on it and try and make it before you get offline...but no promises.)" Maybe. It's beautiful." Nathan said as he lifted his hand to put it on her shoulder, but remembering what happened earlier, it lowered itself to his side. Tune took the medicine and thanked Mona. "Ruby...?" Nathan asked Mona. [I got to go myself, got stupid floor chore this week, I'll post tomorrow ok]Mona smiled "The other witch inn our group, she's good friends of Yuri's." Lily grabbed Nathans hand "You're the only one to touch me in any spot you want Nathan." Mr. Akasha smiled at his girl "I'll arrange for the group to go tomorrow. Only those Lily wants to go are allowed ok boys." Nathan and Tune nodded, but like a gust of wind, Cairo appeared with a picture frame of the picture he took earlier of Lily and Nathan kissing. He handed it to Lily. "Here." Lily took it smiling softly "Thanks Cairo...say did you want to come with us to the human world tomorrow?" Mona smiled at Tune "I think this might be a good thing for her." Nathan smiled and rubbed the back of his head as he blushed. "To the human world, huh? Sounds fun. Haven't been with a human in a long while...plus Gin'll love the pics." He said chuckling. Lily immediately stopped him "No wolf and no pics! We are going to relax and that's it.' "I didn't mean Gin would come... And come on, I didn't mean I'd really take pictures. A day at the beach and Gin's going to miss out on a lot. When're we leaving?" He said as he moved over to Figure, winking to her. Figure glared at him her hand turning to ice. Lily sighed "Figure no need to freeze him. And Cairo, if you truly intend to come know father will be there as well." Mr. Akasha nodded to show Lily was right and added "I will be doing full searches to make sure the trip in the morning does not go wrong." "Wait...what do you mean by 'full inspection'? What're you...going to search us all for anything you might deem immature? Damn...gotta keep my mags here." Cairo joked, not minding Figure's coldness. Figure glared at him as she moved closer to Lily. Mr. Akasha said "I'll be searching for cameras, mags, anything that would upset the girls also no using words that would make Lily break her seal." meaning no using the word milf. "I know alright...!" He said mumbling as he crossed his arms and looked away. "I don't have a death wish....look, where are we going to meet and what time?" Lily was the one to speak "Bus stop, 8 am sharp." Her father left to make the arrangements for the group to go. Mist smirked from where he sat. "The bus stop at 8 am hm...? I'll be sure to stop by..." He said chuckling." Alright, if that's it then..." Tune mumbled as he held his head. "That remedy Ruby made sure did do the trick...the headache just suddenly left." Mona smiled. Lily said "I'll be damned if that new guy comes." Nathan laid a hand on her shoulder, hesitantly at first. "Just let it go Lily...he isn't here...don't bring him up, alright?" Cairo began to walk off. "Gotta get ready, I'll see you all tomorrow." He said as he disappeared in the distance. Tune looked to Mona. "Shall we get ready as well Mona?" Mona nodded grabbing his hand "Alright Tune." Lily took his hand sighing "I know, sorry Nathan its just that guy....we barely meet him and I already want him dead." "Its alright Lily...c'mon, let's go pack...alright? You'll forget all about him..." Turning to her father, he frowned slightly as he couldn't meet his eyes as he spoke. "Mr. Akasha sir... I have a question...what about that guy...made you smirk...? Lily says you never smirk...and I'm worried about her..."(We said Mist was going for which girl again? The little sister or Durum?) [up to you]Lily looked at her dad as did Mona and Korea. Mr. Akasha smirked again thinking about it "He said he wanted to try his hand at courting either Korea or Durum. I told him good luck with either one, he'll need it to not get killed." (Nah It's up to you, I don't mind either one.) Nathan blinked. "Wonder if that's why he tried to protect Korea...she was there, rather than Durum being in the back of the class." Nathan muttered as he looked to both girls before looking to Lily. "C'mon...let's just get going so we can talk about someone else...yeah?" Lily nodded and began to walk away. Durum scuffed "You take him, I'll wait for someone else." Korea looked at her father "Do you think it would be good to let him try?" Mr. Akasha shrugged "That is up to you and Lily if she lets him go with tomorrow." (Can you post an image of Korea on the front page? I haven't seen R+V2 since...well, one episode like 2 years ago -_-' sorry lol)As Nathan walked on, he wrapped his arms around Lily, not even hesitating as he held her close to him while they walked. "Sorry for...being scared of you a while ago Lily..." He muttered as he looked to her while they walked. [here is a link instead, its Mona and Korea:]Lily shook her head "Its alright, I would have been to if our roles had been reversed." (Oh yes now I remember that violent red head -_- lol)"Lily...the Rosario doesn't hold back your true form completely does it...? You were...turning white when it all happened...what happens if you snap and the Rosario just breaks off?" Lily grabbed the Rosario "I will remain in my true form and no matter what father do I can never be like this ever again." (BRB in 15–30 minutes)"Even if you put another Rosario on...?" He said as he stopped walking, looking at her with a frown as he was worried about her. Lily stopped next to him nodding "Yes, if one breaks from sure will then no other seal will work, this one is at its end after 10 years of strain like in class." (Sorry, came online to say I'm going to be a bit longer. Have to take a shower and then I'll be back.) [It's alright, but I have a floor chore this week so I only have til 830] "Why don't you just get a new Rosario then? Wouldn't that help?" "It would, but it would have to be stronger. If father did that then it would have the same effect on me that Mona's has on her." Nathan looked at her confused. "What do you mean Lily? What affect will it have on you? She sighed looking at him "If I get a new stronger one, when I put it on after being in my true form for more then a minute it will knock me out as if I fainted. I don't want that so I just do my best to not break this one." Nathan smiled and nodded. "Alright then Lily. Let's try not to break the Rosario then...if it breaks, I'll learn to live with your true form's wrath." lily laughed hugging him "thank you, Nathan." Nathan smiled as he leaned her chin up to kiss her on the lips gently. Meanwhile, Cairo was walking around the campus....he couldn't sleep for the trip tomorrow. Lily kissed back staying close to him 'he is so kind'Korea stood by the water with her shoes' ad socks off in ankle deep. She sighed staring at the moon "Wonder who all sis will let go?" Mist soon saw Korea standing about in some water. Walking over to her, he tried not to seem threatening to her. "Hey there my dearest Korea. How are you this fair night?" Korea looked at him a bit emotion free "Oh hey Mist." she turned back to the water ignoring the fact it was hurting her, like it did Mona as she stared at the moon. Her voice showed she didn't care if he was around or not "What brings you here?" Mist smiled as he joined her in the shallow water, though he was not close enough to cause provoking thoughts. "I just saw you out here so I figured I'd come and see if you were alright. How are you feeling dear Korea?" She smirked "Ok considering water paralyzes vampires. Though for me, it just makes me feel weak not paralyzed." Mist moved over to stand next to her, not even attempting to use his incubus powers on her as he turned and made a notion that asked if she would like to be carried to dry land. Korea turned to face him staying in the water "Why are you here and not trying to get Lily to let you go tomorrow?" her blank face showed she knew he had heard somehow. Her tone however showed something else as she asked "Why did you ask my father if you could court me?" "Wouldn't it be obvious my dear Korea? The human saying is...'love at first sight'...true, I might have gone wrong when I tried to do this to the class..." He said motioning to the small incubation waves he was sending her, knowing she'd withstand it. "...but I guess I could try a more...subtle way." Korea stared at him with a blank face "Why me though and not one of the other girls in the group who would be closer to your age and not younger like me?" "I like my women young and fiery...it is quite a turn on for me my dear Korea." He said smiling as he wrapped his arms gently about her. "So then...what is it you will do now?" Korea simply closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest 'I'm not sure, though I would prefer you not use your powers on me if you wish to court me." "Oh why not my dear Korea...It's so much fun...if only you knew the manipulation to get what you want...nonsexually of course... I've been saving myself for the right woman...that is you now." Korea didn't move "And what if I said I wanted someone who acted the way Tune does towards Mona, or how Nathan is with Lily?" she pulled away from him and fell back into the water letting her whole body get soaked "The feeling of having someone who would put themselves in harms way to ensure your safety....that is what I want from someone who is to be with me." "Don't you remember class earlier today? Your sister nearly took your head off, and I jumped in to stop her. Does that mean nothing to you my dear Korea?" "You may have tried to help me but not Mona." she stared up at the sky sighing "If you wish me to let you in then try thinking of what comes from being with me....I argue with them all the time, you must accept that Mist." Mist simply nodded and bowed down to her on one knee. He took her hand and gently kissed her knuckle as he looked up to her. "I'm willing to take anything faith throws at me, so long as you become mine my dear Korea." "Then would you mind getting me to the bus stop so I can be out of the water?" she looked at him letting a small smile appear "Perhaps you will be the next guy to win over father." Mist chuckled and lifted her out of the water, not caring if she got his clothes wet because of how wet she was from falling into the water. Walking to the bus stop, he looked to her and smiled. "I will not fail you my dear Korea." "I look forward to seeing you try winning my heart." She smiled at him and added "Am I allowed to bite the one courting me?" "If you want. You are a vampire after all...you'll need blood to live, so you can feed off of me my dear Korea." He moved his head over to reveal a nice space of neck for her to bite on so that she could feed. "We drink blood to keep our strength up not only to live." She reached up and gently bit him, tasting his blood as she drank she blushed thinking 'its sweet, and he is too' Mist said nothing as he felt her bite into him. He didn't do anything but he did speak. "Yes... I am sweet and so is my blood, but it is easy for me to become sour I'm afraid. I'm what you all would call...evil? Though I don't hurt those that ally me." She smirked thinking 'you best not go sour on me or read my mind any more unless I wish for only you to know something' she continued to drink then slowly let go of his neck as she once again rested her head against his chest remaining silent. "I'll do as you ask then my dear Korea." He said as she leaned against his chest. It was not long before they had arrived to the bus stop, Nathan and Tune already there. Korea smiled "Thank you." she pushed away from him and walked over to the boys "Where are the others?" Lily's voice called from behind them as she stood glaring daggers at Mist "Right here Korea, I take it you wish him to come?" Korea nodded quietly 'mist please behave' she thought hoping he would catch it as Mona ran and hugged Tune "Tune are you excited?" "Mona...of course I'm ready." He said to her, smiling as he looked cautiously to Mist, but said nothing to him as he entered the bus with Mona. Nathan just sat back and watched them, wondering where Cairo was. "Better hurry up otherwise he's out of here..." Korea walked over to her sister "Lily please LE...." "I'm not letting someone who thinks it's ok to use their powers first thing to go with us!" Lily and Korea began to argue as usual "But why, you're letting Cairo go!" ""He's going for Figure an..." Korea actually cut lily off making everyone freeze "AND MIS ATO IS GOING FOR ME, FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE THERE IS A GUY WHO WANTS ME!" Nathan looked pitifully at her, he felt so sorry for Korea, but he knew Lily had made her mind up. Cairo had just arrived as he heard her yell, but knew not to say anything...he just went onto the bus. "My dear Korea...if it is not allowed, I will wait for your return." Lily watched a bit taken back at the snap. Korea dove at him saying the words that neither Mona nor Lily thought would be said "If you don't go then neither do I." she teared up hugging him tightly as Mr. Akasha walked up "Lily you know what to do." Lily nodded as she walked up to the bus "He makes me mad once and he's dead." without anything else she got on the bus and Korea felt herself smile as she nudged him to read her mind 'I'm glad she didn't beat me for snapping like last time' Mist frowned and held her close as she cried into his chest, though upon seeing her become happy that he could come, he nodded to Lily. "I'll try my best not to. Now then Korea...shall we be on?" Nathan moved over to Lily. "Are you sure about this...what about your Rosario?" [g2g post tomorrow] (k CYA) Korea smiled and walked to the bus with Mist sitting in one of the front seats with him. Mona and the others smiled happy for her. Lily sighed seeing her sister happy and said "As long as he keeps his attention on her then I'll be fine." Mr. Akasha got on after everyone else and said 'Everyone ready...then we're off." Nathan nodded as he leaned his arm over Lily's shoulder and chuckled. "Your first time in the human world...are you excited? Just...try not to go crazy if the scent of...'humans'....fills your nose. We're staying at Tune's place and its already crowded enough, but somehow we all manage to get our own rooms...except for Cairo...he's...said he wanted to sleep outside in the cold air." Misato smiled as he sat down next to Korea and looked to her. "Tell me my dear Korea...what is the human world like? Have you been there before?" Ichiro looked around, trying to find a place to sit, but he really didn't care. He just walked to the back of the bus and sat down, laying his body over the entire backseat, not caring if someone was back there. Lily sighed as she leaned against him "I'll try, and from what Mona has told me Tune's mother is a bit 'over the top' when girls visit him." Kokoa smiled "Once, what out for Tune's mom she is weird." Mizure sighed holding her hand in a fist "Cairo you best sit up or else you'll be frozen before we enter the tunnel." Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Define...'over the top'...is she like the cliché mother who embarrasses her son when women are around?" Misato chuckled. "I know." He said because he knew everything Tune knew from the implant he had in his head before it was destroyed. Ichiro looked up to see he was laying his head in Figure's lap. He just chuckled and shook his head. "Ah come now Figure...your lap is so soft, almost like a pillow." Mona was the one to speak up "Worse, she embarrass him like every 5 minutes." Korea added as she turned smirking "Plus she always insists on showing us pictures of him growing up." everyone laughed slightly. Mizure growled "Move or freeze." Nathan chuckled. "The cliché mother then." Tune sank in his seat as he looked down, embarrassed. "You guys almost sound like you're thriving off my embarrassment...." Tune murmured, but Nathan just chuckled as Mist sat back, smiling." So then Figure...when're you going to confess?" Everyone smiled as Lily grinned "Tune at least you only deal with that...." she pointed to her father as Mona and Korea joined her in saying all together "Try having him for a parent!" Mr. Akasha just smirked from his seat." What are you talking about?" Cairo just chuckled. "Oh come now, don't tell me you don't notice your own feelings my dear... I bet you'd notice them if I started hanging around Durum or Yuri a lot more." He said chuckling as he sat up, so his head wasn't in her lap. Nathan just looked to Mr. Akasha with a small, nervous laugh. "Uh...No, thanks... I don't want to die of fright girls..." The girls all laughed as Mr. Akasha smiled "I wake them up by having them spar with me every morning." Mona and Lily spoke up 'Yeah you get us by taking our Rosario's." "You never give them back easily father." Korea shivered "At least he doesn't throw water on you guys while your still asleep." Mizure looked away from him "Do what you want, see if I care." "He sounds like a human child's worst nightmare..." Nathan muttered as he shuddered at the thought of it all. Ichiro smirked as he got up and looked to see if whether Yuri or Durum would offer him a seat.(Older Yuri hopefully because I didn't really like that they made her all kiddy >, >) The three girls glared at their dad "He is!" Mr. A. sat their acting innocent. Kurumu motioned for him to sit by her. Cairo smirked as he moved over to Durum. "Hello there Kerry." Nathan and Tune just began to laugh while Mist sat back with a small smile on his face to the whole situation. Everyone soon fell silent as the bus went through the tunnel and emerged in the human world making lily shield her eyes "Damn its bright." Kurumu smiled "Hey CHI, you and her fight or something?" Cairo shrugged. "Something like that. I guess she's still mad about the photos I've been taken of everyone this year. Though you aren't mad, are ya Kerry?" He said giving her puppy dog eyes. Nathan chuckled as he laid an arm over her eyes to shield it from the bright light. "Yeah...we have something called a 'sun' and it lights the day up almost three times as much as the demon world is." "Never." Durum smiled at him "I like the fact of pictures cause it means I get more fans!" Moka and Korea had become used to it and Mona gave the sunglasses she had to her sister "Here Lily, use these." Lily put them on and found it easier to see "Wow, this is the human world?" Nathan smiled and nodded to her. "Yup. This is the human world...damn, I can't believe how much I've missed it after being gone from it for just two days...strange haha." Ichiro just chuckled. "That little fan club of yours doesn't seem to have any more fans other than those other two members looking for Mona and Yuri...though stick with me babe, and I'll make you a star." Durum grinned "I like that." Figure watched unamused pretending like the scene did not bug her. Lily smiled while everyone watched out the windows. Korea however said quietly "Hey Mist, think Figure's ok?" Mist looked over to see Figure. Chuckling as he knew what Cairo was doing, he simply nodded and sat back down. "Cairo's train to make her jealous is all." Ichiro smirked and nodded as he leaned against her, his head on her shoulder as he closed his eyes to sleep for the trip. Korea sighed "Does he really think that will happen? I mean could just go off with another guy." Lily glanced at what Cairo was doing and sighed thinking 'damn womanizer' while Figure just ignored him. Nathan chuckled as he saw Lily's face. "Ah calm down Lily...no need ta get so worked up." Lily shrugged "Your right, sorry." the bus driver stopped outside Tune's home and said "Alright everyone we're here." Mr. Akasha stood saying "Everybody off, Tune you first. You need to prepare your mother for everyone." Mizure stood and got off the bus with everyone and stretched saying "I hope she remembers us." Korea smiled "Me too." Tune nodded and hopped off the bus to head inside and tell his mother of the many guests that would be staying there. Cairo just smiled and stood up, carrying Durum in his arms as he got out of the bus. Mist looked to Korea and smiled. "Shall we be off my dear?" Mrs. Mono stepped outside shouting "Where are those sweet girls at, and who are the cute boys?" The girls stepped forward hugging her. Korea stood back by Mist and smiled 'Hope you're ready." she stepped forward saying "Hey Mrs. Mono, long time." Tune's mom hugged her tightly "Korea dear how are you, you find someone yet?" Korea turned red "Yeah I did." Mist smiled and walked over to Mrs. Mono and took her hand gently to respectfully kiss her knuckles. "The pleasure is mine to make your acquaintance Miss." Nathan hopped off the bus and looked around. "Tune's home huh...? So this is what a Japanese house is like...not that different..." Ichiro got off the bus, still holding Durum as he greeted himself to Mrs. Mono. Mrs. Mono smiled at everyone "Well with everyone here we may have to make room. I think we have a few old tents that could be set up." Mr. Akasha stepped off the bus saying "Mist, you know the rules so back off of Tune's mother." he stepped forward and smiled at her "I am thankful that you are letting us stay here ma'am." Mist turned to look at Mr. Akasha. "My apologies' sir. I was merely expressing human respect...but I may be mistaken that in this age, knuckle kissing is not a sign of respect, no?" Mrs. Mono blushed "Oh your fine dear, I'm quite flattered to be honest." she turned to the adult and asked "May I ask who you are?" Kokoa smiled "Mrs. Mono, this is mine and Mona's father. Our sister Lily is here as well." Lily just nodded to her from by the bus. Tune smiled to the group as he turned to his mother. "Mother, can you get the guests' beds ready whereas I'll show everyone around town. We'll be back in an hour, alright mother?" She smiled at him "Give me two, so I can make a big enough meal for everyone." she then turned to Mr. Akasha and said "I'm glad to know you came with, gives me extra help with watching everyone." Tune nodded as he turned and asked everyone to follow him so he could take them to central square, so that they'd have full access to the city with easy access. Everyone followed Tune while Mr. Akasha nodded to his mother before pulling the boy to the side "Tune, your mother is nice though I wish to know what your father is like." "My...father...?" He said as he remembered his drunk of a dad. "He's...a working man....he's always away from home..." Mr. Akasha nodded "I see, then I shall have to be extra observant while here. Your mother has enough to worry about with us all staying here." Tune nodded. "Yeah...thank you sir. I appreciate it." Mr. Akasha nodded and said "Let's go on this tour you were going to do Tune." Tune nodded and turned to begin to lead everyone around town. After a long while, it seemed everyone had somehow split up. Mr. Mane looked at Tune, Mona, Figure, Korea and Mist and sighed "The others best not do anything." Mona smiled "Well, Us girls have been here before and know what to do." Korea nodded "Lets just hope Cairo behaves and Nathan can keep sis from turning." (I'm sorry for hardly being able to get online...things are just so hard without my lovely laptop T__T. Shall we do this RP for now or the one in the PMs?) (its alright, i understand. let's do the one in the pms for now)

Jugger x Rina|rating:3.0

Supernatural_ Legacy OOC

Welcome to the chatterbox! This area is for approved Characters to chitchat about anything game related and character oriented.(Legacy Chapter One: The Winchester Gospel And so it came to be that the world of man was once again left to its own devices. The angels had retreated to heaven, closing its doors but allowing the dead to pass inside. The demons, once again under the rule of Crowley, fled back to hell to rebuild their numbers and for Crowley to build a new foundation from which to rule. Over the previous years the number of hunters had been decimated both through the natural dangers of their profession and their targeted destruction from multiple enemies. The world, though safe from the apocalyptic terrors it had been facing, is now left vulnerable to the creatures of the night. What is even more troublesome is that in the few years following the retreat of angels and demons, earths greatest unsung heroes have disappeared. The Winchesters, Sam and Dean, are missing. Call them what you will, heroes, villains, psychopaths, outlaws or fools they were the strongest line of defense in the war against the enemies of man. It's been three years since anyone has seen the boys and the monsters have taken note of their absence, as well as that of the other hunters. What few hunters remain are working around the clock and usually out matched. It is in this vacuum that a strange book begins to appear around the world. A large yet simple tome written as if by an all seeing being. It tells of the Winchester family leading back generations and what came to be of them and their kin. How in the end the boys saved the world they themselves had brought to the brink of destruction. Yet the tome is not just a narrative, it is in fact a guide book to those who would take up the mantle of hunter. A call to arms, if you will, urging a new generation to step up and do their part. LINKS Background Stories (( (Episode 1 (FIRST and BOOKMARK! Boo. ’D -bookmarks.- Boohoo! Ok so as your first monster I was thinking Vampire Pirate Dragons... Whoops wrong game Helene. Vampire Pirate Dragons sounds oddly specific, although if this was DnD I'd be all for sexy vampire pirate dragons lol. Not so much for SPN though. :P Quote from: Land shark on 06-07-2016, 00:39:47Ok so as your first monster I was thinking Vampire Pirate Dragons... Oh, man. I loved their first single, but they sold out when they agreed to play at Coachella. Sitting here just looking at this character sheet like(( Yup......you are my kind of people! Water boy! Water boy! Lol nope, I'm not a fan, not at all. ’D Joking aside, good luck Vamp, but I'm sure you'll manage soon enough. ADD is a bitch! (That is societies how I feel right now! Ok is bedtime. You all tomorrow. Night LS, see ya tomorrow. ’D Quote from: Vampire Valkyrie on 06-07-2016, 01:22:10Sitting here just looking at this character sheet like(It's so hard, I'm stealing out post. Sitting here just looking at this character sheet like(Interested though. Expect a sheet from me, involving Native American bloodlines and stealthy wendigo hunters. Quote from: Mother Mouse on 06-07-2016, 06:40:30Maaaaaaaannnnnnnnn. It's so hard, I'm stealing out post. Sitting here just looking at this character sheet like(Interested though. Expect a sheet from me, involving Native American bloodlines and stealthy wendigo hunters.(-peeks head in all stealthy-like- Hi...? XD Miss the Mouse and VioletPandaPlease go to the interest thread located here → character and game questions Hey all just wanted to make the waters a little more clear here if I can. The Winchester Gospel is a book written much like the bible. It is a bit poetic and not super specific on details. It doesn't go into what research the boys did so much as it says things like "And in that place they found the beast. With gun and cold steel did they battle until the debt was paid with the blood of the monster." stuff like that. You have to read between the lines like in most Lore books. Still a hell of a read. Werewolf isn't said but "man beast of the moons spirit" is. Hope you follow. So those of you using might get confused or misinterpret it sometimes. Shit Happen, am I right? Ah gotcha, but that's good to know, thanks. ’D It's appreciated greatly for that bit of clarification." I thought it said it was a fucking Wendigo! It mentioned Indians!"" Wrong fucking Indians on the wrong side of the world!" Lol. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 07-07-2016, 03:00:47"Wrong fucking Indians on the wrong side of the world!" Lol. Brah, outsourcing even hits the monster community? That's rough. I know right? Lol. For a while monsters from all over the world were being spooked, so you had Okapis popping up across the ocean in our own backyard, Lamias hanging around urban centers, you get the idea. That happened during the show I mean, so it's not unreasonable to assume some of those same drifters have stuck around in their new homes after being driven off their old hunting rounds. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 07-07-2016, 03:15:33I know right? Lol. For a while monsters from all over the world were being spooked, so you had Okapis popping up across the ocean in our own backyard, Lamias hanging around urban centers, you get the idea. That happened during the show I mean, so it's not unreasonable to assume some of those same drifters have stuck around in their new homes after being driven off their old hunting rounds. There's a PhD thesis in Supernatural Economics in there:Global Market Evolution as a Cause of Atypical Haunting Patterns in Post-Industrial Societies. This is the BEST IOC chat ever right now! Lol we're all nerds! Yay! I could die happy now lol. Maggie is finally finished completely and up on the character thread! I'm Uber excited!!! Yay! Glad to see her Vamp. Just out of sheer curiosity, is Maggie a fan of Critical Role? (Are you a fan of Critical Role?) Lol Yumiko might hijack her computer periodically to watch her weekly episode of CR, just to warn ya. :P HHH, it's Geek and Sundry, so duh! And that's why she has the extra computers! That way, if someone goes all "Dean" and decides to look up Busty Asian Beauties, she doesn't have to deal with the viruses on her good laptop! LMAO glad to hear it, and yes, I can see the wisdom of that plan, Maggie having more than one computer I mean he-he, nice. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 07-07-2016, 04:27:47LMAO glad to hear it, and yes, I can see the wisdom of that plan, Maggie having more than one computer I mean he-he, nice. It's Supernatural. You always have more than one computer, in case one gets possessed, and you have to shoot it. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 07-07-2016, 04:27:47LMAO glad to hear it, and yes, I can see the wisdom of that plan, Maggie having more than one computer I mean he-he, nice.LOL! I eventually have some good ideas! Quote from: Argent on 07-07-2016, 04:37:51It's Supernatural. You always have more than one computer, in case one gets possessed, and you have to shoot it. OMG! LMAO! I'm totally picturing a computer getting shot at some point. Just know that if it's Maggie's hacking computer, someone is going to have to talk with Vera! Also, if anyone wants to chat or whatnot. Let me know. Tonight is my off night from Table top....so I'll be around basically doing squat until bedtime. (by squat I mean lurking on E LOL.) I like to get to know the peeps I'm going to be ring with :) "EXTERMINATE!" The computer on Maggie's desk shouted in a synthetic, ominously sounding voice."SHOOT THE DAMN THING!" Sparks fly from the computer once a few dozen nine millimeter slugs hit the laptop that had sprouted legs and a pair of clawed hands. Lol, sorry. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 07-07-2016, 04:41:28"EXTERMINATE!" The computer on Maggie's desk shouted in a synthetic, ominously sounding voice."SHOOT THE DAMN THING!" Sparks fly from the computer once a few dozen nine millimeter slugs hit the laptop that had sprouted legs and a pair of clawed hands. Lol, sorry.Ah, yes. A Windows 10 installation. I know that pain. Quote from: Argent on 07-07-2016, 04:43:49Ah yes. A Windows 10 installation. I know that pain. MOST ACCURATE COMMENT EVER! Quote from: Vampire Valkyrie on 07-07-2016, 04:39:20Also, if anyone wants to chat or whatnot. Let me know. Tonight is my off night from Table top....so I'll be around basically doing squat until bedtime. (by squat I mean lurking on E LOL.) I like to get to know the peeps I'm going to be ring with :)I definitely want to chat, but I'm being a good uncle and babysitting. And there is no creature on TV quite as dangerous as a four-year-old left to his own devices for more than a minute or two at a time. Quote from: Argent on 07-07-2016, 04:56:21I definitely want to chat, but I'm being a good uncle and babysitting. And there is no creature on TV quite as dangerous as a four-year-old left to his own devices for more than a minute or two at a time. Oh trust me, I definitely understand that. I have a 5-year-old of my own. Luckily, he kinda tends to himself with his YouTube and stuffs.....but there are times when it's like "Holy Chuck! I looked away for 5 minutes dude!!! What the Hell Square?!" Talia doesn't trust computers. -snickers.- She has a laptop she got from Walmart for like $500, and her phones are as basic as you can get. She can -use- a computer and a smartphone, but she doesn't like it. The only reason she bothers with the computer is because, well, the internet is a fucking miracle for hunters. Quote from: Bibliophile on 07-07-2016, 09:03:46Talia doesn't trust computers. -snickers.- She has a laptop she got from Walmart for like $500, and her phones are as basic as you can get. She can -use- a computer and a smartphone, but she doesn't like it. The only reason she bothers with the computer is because, well, the internet is a fucking miracle for hunters.LOL probably a good thing she's going to be around a couple tech nerds then, huh? :P Max is all olds cool, brick phone, Polaroid camera he-he what they don't let crazies play on computers. :p but she has learned enough to function. Even here b and e is old school. " No worries I read the designs to this security system once. I don't need any stinker computers, just some gum, a pair of sure cutters and a boost." lol Quote from: Argent on 07-07-2016, 04:37:51It's Supernatural. You always have more than one computer, in case one gets possessed, and you have to shoot it. So my wife asked why I wear my gun in the house "Deceptions" I said. She laughed, I laughed, the toaster laughed, I shot the toaster....good times Also I left the status of Mac's brother vague (Did he live or for?!) just in case someone wants to play him. Or the gm wants to use him, though that option scares me lol I love background hooks. So far I got a possibly twisted hospital, a potential demon with intimate knowledge of a character and now not. One but 2 werewolf hooks. (insert evil laugh here) Quote from: Land shark on 07-07-2016, 15:03:49I love background hooks. So far I got a possibly twisted hospital, a potential demon with intimate knowledge of a character and now not. One but 2 werewolf hooks. (insert evil laugh here)I just handed the gm the hammer of doom, didn't I? Lol Land shark, I was thinking it might be fun to have a story thread. We can write stories about hunts our characters have gone on in the past, or just fun scenes from our character's past, kind of like the flashbacks in the show. Wait I thought our characters had not been on any hunts yet? Our did I read things wrong? I went back and looked, and Lindsay they hadn't been tested, yet. But, I didn't realize that, and I put that my character had worked a couple of jobs. So... I am not sure, at this point, honestly. I just figured that I'd have her be a bit like Garth at the beginning. Pretty untested, and those cases she worked were in tangent with other hunters. They could have been very minor jobs, barely worth the mention, especially if you were with other hunters. They probably made it look easy lol. Ahhh is confused now? Gm?!!!lol I know Jeff is a virgin.... Tohunting!... Stop judging! He's just waiting for the right dude. And dating is hard. And Netflix just gets him. And ... and ...(WWW... Poor Jeff. -giggles.- Just you wait. Talia will take him out after a hunt and show him how to party. It's one of her unlisted special skills. And she happens to love gay bars. Quote from: Argent on 07-07-2016, 17:27:17I know Jeff is a virgin.... To hunting! ... Stop judging! He's just waiting for the right dude. And dating is hard. And Netflix just gets him. And ... and ... (GIF... God to sad, must look away. *PUFF!* WHAT? Oh, that...ok so some minor clarification. Your characters are mostly untested. I'm OK with you having been out once or twice, but you are Not full-blown hunters so to speak. Trying to do a job that didn't pan out doesn't count. Please remember that you might have training but are not great hunters yet. Perfect! That's exactly what I was thinking, LS. I'd love to write up some story of Talia trying to hunt something on her own, failing hardcore, and having to call for help. -grins.- I just love the idea of some more-experienced hunter rolling in and being all "Sit back, honey, let the men handle this." Quote from: Land shark on 07-07-2016, 19:08:39*PUFF!* WHAT? Oh, that...ok so some minor clarification. Your characters are mostly untested. I'm OK with you having been out once or twice, but you are Not full-blown hunters so to speak. Trying to do a job that didn't pan out doesn't count. Please remember that you might have training but are not great hunters yet. Well damn! Had I known that shit, Maggie would have had a job that resulted in Sean busting in and saving her ass! LOL Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 07-07-2016, 15:28:43I just handed the gm the hammer of doom, didn't I? LOLOL yes, yes, yes >:)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Quote from: Bibliophile on 07-07-2016, 16:19:53Landshark, I was thinking it might be fun to have a story thread. We can write stories about hunts our characters have gone on in the past, or just fun scenes from our character's past, kind of like the flashbacks in the show.Yeah, I can set that up No Problem. Plus the more background you guys crank out the more fodder I have for messing with your fragile little winds. Making you all...(Well, if we're doing that, I might have an idea or two for Yumiko's misadventures along the way lol. One involves finding out one of her family friend's, a rich friend of hers, being a sexy vampire MILF that hasn't fed from humans at all, getting her blood from a local blood bank. Still, being seduced by someone that has a tendency to bite would turn anyone off lol. Nah, just kidding, although that might be fun to have someone like that in my gal's past. I'll give it some thought Here ya go. Background Goodness#new My life is complete.#/watch?v=qRfOnNM5cXkYou can thank me later. And cool, I'll be sure to mark that for later. Updated the IOC with Thread list. Hey all feel free to use the background thread as a lead up to first game post. That way your characters that know each other can already be in a bit of a groove. Hi people! Hey all! If everyone let me know what state their characters are in....(Quote from: Land shark on 10-07-2016, 00:14:36Hey all! If everyone let me know what state their characters are in....(but......UGH! Chicago A state of confusion? Existential dread? But yeah, Illinois seems like a good starting point for Jeff as well. Quote from: Orange Marmalade on 10-07-2016, 00:06:56Hi people!(There's another dude in the group! Quote from: Argent on 10-07-2016, 00:34:02(There's another dude in the group!LMAO! Quote from: Argent on 10-07-2016, 00:34:02(There's another dude in the group!Yay, dudes >:)Quote from: Land shark on 10-07-2016, 00:14:36Hey all! If everyone let me know what state their characters are in....(can sort of be almost wherever, I figure he's just starting to travel the states a good bit. I love that there are two male characters in the game, and they're both gay. -giggles.-Talia is starting in West Virginia. Quote from: Orange Marmalade on 10-07-2016, 00:59:01Alex can sort of be almost wherever, I figure he's just starting to travel the states a good bit. I just want to know, so I know who's together already and how far you're going to have to travel to get to the first location. Quote from: Bibliophile on 10-07-2016, 01:00:02Talia is starting in West Virginia.Yeah, my home state! I figure Yumiko would also be in Illinois if Maggie's in Illinois, Vamp's character I mean. That and she could be stopping by to visit her mother's grave, cheerful thought I know lol. Yumiko and Maggie are traveling together then correct? Is anyone else already with you? Has anyone else tagged up with each other? I don't mind if anyone wants to team up with us if Vamp doesn't. But I'd recommend bringing your own cars and such, there's only room for one hitch, and that normally goes to Maggie and her car. :P I haven't teamed Talia up with anyone, but I'm open to it. I leave to go get Nachos and the chat blows up! LOL Quote from: Vergil1989 on 10-07-2016, 02:16:49I figure Yumiko would also be in Illinois if Maggie's in Illinois, Vamp's character I mean. That and she could be stopping by to visit her mother's grave, cheerful thought I know lol. I don't mind. I'm not ALWAYS on the RV :Quote from: Land shark on 10-07-2016, 02:22:16Himiko and Maggie are traveling together then correct? Is anyone else already with you? Has anyone else tagged up with each other? For the most part yeah... Maggie goes off and does her own shit occasionally. I know I'd talked to Argent about his character and Maggie knowing each other via the deeps of the internet! Skype and Occult style message boards are a magical thing :Pother than that...nah. Quote from: Land shark on 10-07-2016, 01:22:41I just want to know, so I know who's together already and how far you're going to have to travel to get to the first location. Gotcha. I haven't had a chance to make plans with anyone, I'm fine with him not knowing people to start until they're brought together, but open to connections if anyone wants. If I need to just nail down a place for him to be for the moment it could be something like New Mexico. I figure Jeff and Maggie know each other from online interactions, most likely. They may or may not have met in real life. Jeff also has been building ghost hunting kits and selling them through hunter forums and such. EMF readers, sensors and such. Any of the group could have been customers. Quote from: Argent on 10-07-2016, 03:04:17I figure Jeff and Maggie know each other from online interactions, most likely. They may or may not have met in real life. Jeff also has been building ghost hunting kits and selling them through hunter forums and such. EMF readers, sensors and such. Any of the group could have been customers. I was thinking the same... Online interactions. Side note: the emf readers and stuff is AWESOME! Indeed, I rather like that idea myself. Also, quick reminder and such. I'll be going to Camp Horizon next week. I'll be gone for about a week, out of Wi-Fi range, so I won't be able to post. Furthermore, I'll try to get caught up once I come back, but just wanted to let you guys know before I forgot. Anyway, see ya! And I'm still here for now, so no worries lol. Quote from: Vampire Valkyrie on 10-07-2016, 03:17:52I was thinking the same... Online interactions. Side note: the emf readers and stuff is AWESOME! Somebody has to be the Q to all these Bonds. ’D Quote from: Vergil1989 on 10-07-2016, 03:21:25Indeed, I rather like that idea myself. Also, quick reminder and such. I'll be going to Camp Horizon next week. I'll be gone for about a week, out of Wi-Fi range, so I won't be able to post. Furthermore, I'll try to get caught up once I come back, but just wanted to let you guys know before I forgot. Anyway, see ya! And I'm still here for now, so no worries lol. Have fun storming the castle! Er ... beaver dam. Whatever they have out in the woods that's vaguely castle-like. Quote from: Argent on 10-07-2016, 03:23:37Somebody has to be the Q to all these Bonds. That's totally going to be us!!! LOL I feel like I am missing out on all the plotting...darn work...darn you to hell! No ones plotting :(except me, but that's my job >:) Quote from: Land shark on 10-07-2016, 15:57:20No ones plotting :(except me, but that's my job Sgt;:)AHH ok I thought I was missing out on potty goodness.Hmm, as for where Max is, well she can really be anywhere. She goes where ever the leads and stories, or running takes her he-he ok I'm going to give you all another night to work out who's where. I got caught up in apathy today and didn't get the opening post finished. I'll be posting it up around noon tomorrow (EST) Quote from: Land shark on 10-07-2016, 23:58:25ok I'm going to give you all another night to work out who's where. I got caught up in apathy today and didn't get the opening post finished. I'll be posting it up around noon tomorrow (EST)Bewail apathy....YAAAAAAAAAAAY posts! Max will be where ever you want her to be LOL. I never said what town she was from, or where she wondered. So whatever makes things easier for the start is what I shall go with! Maybe a mid-western meet up? Chicago Scare Con or something? Or perhaps we all have a contact in common who is throwing us all together for the first time to take on a threat? If it's good enough for Charlie's Angels, it's good enough for us. I think LS is likely asking so he knows how long it's going to take people to get to whatever the first "location" is, which is why he's wanting specifics. Because as much as Dean and Sam would like to have you believe that you can get anywhere in like 10 hours.... You can't LOL Quote from: Vampire Valkyrie on 11-07-2016, 02:21:12I think LS is likely asking so he knows how long it's going to take people to get to whatever the first "location" is, which is why he's wanting specifics. Because as much as Dean and Sam would like to have you believe that you can get anywhere in like 10 hours.... You can't LOKI roll to disbelieve. If Supernatural has taught me anything is that anywhere in the U. S. is just an uncomfortable personal conversation and 70s rock song away. Also, just for the record, Jeff is also in the Chicago area. OK so I think that's everyone. CK because you made the mistake of letting me choose where you are (insert manacle laugh) you're just getting let out of a holding cell Birmingham Alabama. You can choose how ya got in there. Basic drunk tank 24hr hold. Nothing major. Your released before your background check can be fully finished. Lol oh well, at least she gets out. It would have been a very short story of she didn't. Ya gotta have at least one person getting out of jail as the intro in stories like this. I think it's a rule. :p Quote from: Land shark on 11-07-2016, 16:30:58Ya gotta have at least one person getting out of jail as the intro in stories like this. I think it's a rule. Usually with 'Bad to the Bone' playing in the background. ’D *Dies laughing* Slips on her shades and walks out like a badass-the pop ain't got nothing on me. -rounds the corner and runs like hell- Lol I see. And LS has a point, at least one of the group needs to be in jail, might as well be you CK. :P I see how it is, picking on the crazy girl. That's ok you can just call me Trouble with a capital T! Look out world Max is loose! Ok the RP thread is UP! Please know that everything I wrote was in a character way not a Gm douche bag kinda way :And OM Alex just got the short end of the assumption stick unfortunately...it is weird how he knew about the OUT magazine thing though. Jk, unless that's something Alex would have really done, then how the hell did he know that too? For responses please use the example below. Image floated left Character name:Sean Location/time:Police station/Tuesday 23rd, 5:00pmTagging:Sheriff, open Warnings:(use for excessive gore, sex...the usual stuff you need to warn folks about)Supernatural:Legacy Episode 1 (Woooooooooooooooo posties!!!! You know me.... I'll post once my folklore is done. I have a process! LOL I'll get a post up later today, just left a post in the IC, so I can see what other people are doing, and I don't end up falling behind lol. Just realized I made a mistake on Alex's part of the post. Ugh Fixing now Orange Marmalade Do you mind if I put Alex in Nevada? And the first post is mine! HAHA! I put in a call to Maggie, so here's hoping Vamp has something in a bit once they meet up. At any rate, feel free to meet up with Yumiko whenever you get a chance Val. See ya folks on that open road. ’D Quote from: Vergil1989 on 11-07-2016, 23:55:45And the first post is mine! HAHA! I put in a call to Maggie, so here's hoping Vamp has something in a bit once they meet up. At any rate, feel free to meet up with Yumiko whenever you get a chance Val. See ya folks on that open road. ONLY BECAUSE YOU CHEATED! :P Lol more like I don't have a life. :P Quote from: Vergil1989 on 12-07-2016, 00:08:11Lol more like I don't have a life. You totally called dibs on the first post spot. I went to post and BAM...sneaky cheating ninja! Lol Lol I see. Well, you can be second at the very least, or you can keep complaining. :P I can do both! I'm awesome like think :P Lola I think we have a slight problem. Chicago folks need to be in the generally same time since we're all in the same general area. And what is the exact date LS? Or anyone that can tell us at least. Because I think I've seen at least three different dates and times lol. Eh, I can edit mine. No worries. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 12-07-2016, 00:32:53I think we have a slight problem. Chicago folks need to be in the generally same time since we're all in the same general area. And what is the exact date LS? Or anyone that can tell us at least. Because I think I've seen at least three different dates and times lol. Okay, I have Jeff in a reasonably close time frame to Yumiko (and presumably Maggie). Depending on how fast or slow they each drive, they could arrive in town around the same time. Well, considering Yumiko's driving a giant ass RV, she might be one of the last to get into town lol. But alright, sorry to be annoying about the time, but thank you for fixing that Argent. ’D I figured LS had the dates staggered for a reason, but I could be a dummy and be wrong for assuming he-he. Should I edit my date? Quote from: Vergil1989 on 12-07-2016, 00:46:47Well, considering Yumiko's driving a giant ass RV, she might be one of the last to get into town lol. But alright, sorry to be annoying about the time, but thank you for fixing that Argent. You don't know what she may have let Maggie do to that RV. You can buy nitrous kits on the internet. ’D I had to go back and fix mine, which I did, after realizing there were dates to be had lol. But yeah, might not be a bad idea to match up with LS's stuff or at the very least keep close to it. Lol somehow, I doubt they'd be able to install a nitro kit for an RV, no matter how well put together it is. :P Quote from: Vergil1989 on 12-07-2016, 00:54:49Lol somehow, I doubt they'd be able to install a nitro kit for an RV, no matter how well put together it is. :P(structural engineering writing consultant pities the fool who doubts this idea. ’D Really now? Lol and that is an awesome picture. Well, if someone wants to give her RV a tuneup, and get under Yumiko's hood while they're at it, I'm all for it. ’D Anand, posted! If anyone wants to/can join Talia at the diner, you're welcome to! The exact date is March 19th 2019. I staggered the times but kept them close for a bit of realism. Maggie might have learned first but I doubt she jumped up mid-meal and ran to find Yumiko. Sure she'll do it quick which gives time for Yumiko to learn of it her own way. Jeff is not in contact with the girls currently, that I'm aware of, so this is his own time to decide how he's going to get there and if he wants to invite others who may not know. I staggered the times with the others because I was taking into account travel times. Quote from: Land shark on 12-07-2016, 03:06:01The exact date is March 19th 2019. I staggered the times but kept them close for a bit of realism. Maggie might have learned first but I doubt she jumped up mid-meal and ran to find Yumiko. Sure she'll do it quick which gives time for Yumiko to learn of it her own way. Jeff is not in contact with the girls currently, that I'm aware of, so this is his own time to decide how he's going to get there and if he wants to invite others who may not know. I staggered the times with the others because I was taking into account travel times. I figured my next post would time jump and drop Jeff at the dinner, once everybody has had a chance to go. Everyone should be able to hit town the next evening. Bibliophile your arriving at 6ish in the evening correct? I'll give Max a little more info so she can get tot the right place once I get home tomorrow. Everything looks good guys :) hope I can keep it interesting. Oh BTW, everything I'm using in this game is based on real places and incidents. The supernatural aftermath is my own creation though...usually. Actually, I had her drive all night and arrive in the morning. The drive from West Virginia to Georgia is about ten hours and I added a couple of hours for stops and stuff. However, if you don't want us meeting up until that night, I can just have her over-sleep on her nap. Quote from: Land shark on 12-07-2016, 03:06:01The exact date is March 19th 2019. I staggered the times but kept them close for a bit of realism. Maggie might have learned first but I doubt she jumped up mid-meal and ran to find Yumiko. Sure she'll do it quick which gives time for Yumiko to learn of it her own way. Jeff is not in contact with the girls currently, that I'm aware of, so this is his own time to decide how he's going to get there and if he wants to invite others who may not know. I staggered the times with the others because I was taking into account travel times. Maggie gets up in the middle of bacon wrapped chili cheese dog Heaven? You much be out of your fracking mind LMAO!!! Work is great, saving people...hunting things...all that jazz... But no one interrupts bacon wrapped chili cheese dog Heaven time! Not even a case LOL!!! I'll try posting later on tonight. I apologize for the double post...but not really.... I made my post!! It's long...sorry not sorry :P Quote from: Bibliophile on 12-07-2016, 03:35:13Actually, I had her drive all night and arrive in the morning. The drive from West Virginia to Georgia is about ten hours and I added a couple of hours for stops and stuff. However, if you don't want us meeting up until that night, I can just have her over-sleep on her nap. No you're right. My brain is pudding lately. Everyone should get to town 6-9am on the 20th Yeah Max is going to look at VS's girl and have no idea what she is saying. Lol Curvy, summer Villa/trio is about 2hrs from Birmingham. OK basic info on Trio is small. It's a barely existing town in NW Georgia. The slightly larger town of summer Villa is north-east of it and the major city in the area is Rome. Real towns so look them up if you want. Trio is basically a red light burg, blink, and you'll miss it kinda town. Quote from: Land shark on 12-07-2016, 14:09:53Curvy, summer Villa/trio is about 2hrs from Birmingham. Hmm, to hitchhike or to walk....Hamm lol Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 12-07-2016, 12:48:25Yeah Max is going to look at VS's girl and have no idea what she is saying. Lol She's used to that. Lol I love that you tagged my RV by the way. Yumiko will just smile and shake her head, but she will ask where the tracker's located, just in case. And Yumiko will likely understand most of what Maggie's saying, if I understand it anyway lol. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 12-07-2016, 19:10:37Lol I love that you tagged my RV by the way. Yumiko will just smile and shake her head, but she will ask where the tracker's located, just in case. And Yumiko will likely understand most of what Maggie's saying, if I understand it anyway lol. LMAO beginning to wonder if I made a character that is too much of an odd man out with the way people are seeming so connected. MRR....~pouts~ Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 12-07-2016, 20:12:36beginning to wonder if I made a character that is too much of an odd man out with the way people are seeming so connected. MRR....~pouts~Mine isn't connected to anyone yet, but I assume that'll change for all of us once we 'arrive' at the destination. Yeah, Talia isn't connected to anyone, either. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 12-07-2016, 20:12:36beginning to wonder if I made a character that is too much of an odd man out with the way people are seeming so connected. MRR....~pouts~Maggie only knows Yumiko in person.....and Jeff via online (they are computer nerds who lurk on occult/supernatural based chat boards...it was bound to happen.) And Virgil and I go waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back, and this is the first time I've gotten to play with him in about 2 years, so that was soon happening LOL indeed, what Val said. Updated with some Trio info. "...a single man tear..." -hums and grins.- Quote from: Bibliophile on 12-07-2016, 22:20:46"...a single man tear..." -hums and grins.-Dammit woman! Now it's stuck in my head!!!! Quote from: Land shark on 12-07-2016, 22:18:04"Big City" of Rome (can't with that right now!!! Bwahahahahahahaha! You guys have Research Goodness available now. Huzzah for research goodness! Big City of Rome? I'm not getting the joke, but I agree, awesome sauce LS lol. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 13-07-2016, 06:57:03Big City of Rome? I'm not getting the joke, but I agree, awesome sauce LS lol.LOL!!! A girl happens to currently call Rome home...and well, it's bigger than Trio nor Summerville....but um "big city" is a bit of an overstatement. (granted, to the people in Trio and Summerville...it's not. LOL :P)In other news. Virgil, I'm sorry I didn't get a post out tonight. The offer of The Rock and Kevin Hart in a movie together kind of pulled my attention away. I have to be up early for an appointment, so I'm about to crash, but I'll post tomorrow after I get home for sure! Just as a note, I'm wading through a minor work crisis. I promise to post by midnight tonight, though. Sorry for the delay. I posted! I hope it's okay. Furthermore, I got some not so great news today about an Uncle who has terminal stage 5 cancer and my writing might have suffered because of it. If I need to make any changes... Let me know. I'm sorry to hear about your Uncle, Val, truly. My aunt....she died a few years about from breast cancer, so I'm all too aware of what you're doing through on that front. I HOPE your uncle pulls through, but you do what you have to do to get through this, and we'll be here for you one way or the other. Thanks, Virgil... Sadly the news we got was he's active (which means he has 72 hours left at most.) Wayne's a fighter, but he's in his 80s, and has been hurting for some time now due to other medical issues. I think he's ready to go honestly (which I think is what kills me, because he was always so full of life.) But thanks for the wishes and stuff. My family could use all the love beams and good vibes they could get right now as we embark on these next couple days. Sorry to hear it, VS. I hope everything goes as well as it can, under the circumstances. And sorry, all, for being a bit late in posting. Also, as a note, this is the first time I've done Pop in, um, six or so years. So if I'm messing up the format or stylistic conventions or anything, please feel free to let me know. Dude, I fucking love Jeff!!! And thanks. Your post actually got me to crack a smile though, so thanks for that! Quote from: Vampire Valkyrie on 14-07-2016, 10:43:18Dude, I fucking love Jeff!!! And thanks. Your post actually got me to crack a smile though, so thanks for that! My pleasure. Usually people have to see him naked before they start laughing! ’D LMAO! Okay yeah... You are awesome! I might actually be able to sleep now. I think Jeff and Maggie are going to get along swimmingly though. Just an observation LOL. Quote from: Vampire Valkyrie on 14-07-2016, 10:57:35LMAO! Okay yeah... You are awesome! I might actually be able to sleep now. I think Jeff and Maggie are going to get along swimmingly though. Just an observation LOL. I suspect that you are correct. And rest well. 😆 Quote from: Argent on 14-07-2016, 10:31:33And sorry, all, for being a bit late in posting. Also, as a note, this is the first time I've done Pop in, um, six or so years. So if I'm messing up the format or stylistic conventions or anything, please feel free to let me know. NP at all Argent. Everything looks good so far. FYI let me RP the librarian that way if you ask certain questions I can give you new info. Also don't forget you'll have to sleep at some point. At least take a power.nap. Curvy you don't have a car correct? So just hitch to Triton. Should take about 2hrs. O.M. if you try to drive straight though and bend the speed limit, which anyone in that car would, you'll arrive sometime that morning (20th) between 7-9am Quote from: Land shark on 14-07-2016, 12:34:18NP at all Argent. Everything looks good so far. FYI let me RP the librarian that way if you ask certain questions I can give you new info. Also don't forget you'll have to sleep at some point. At least take a power.nap. Sleep is fit for the weak! Jeff doesn't need SL...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz Quote from: Land shark on 14-07-2016, 12:34:18NP at all Argent. Everything looks good so far. FYI let me RP the librarian that way if you ask certain questions I can give you new info. Also don't forget you'll have to sleep at some point. At least take a power.nap. Curvy you don't have a car correct? So just hitch to Triton. Should take about 2hrs. O.M. if you try to drive straight though and bend the speed limit, which anyone in that car would, you'll arrive sometime that morning (20th) between 7-9amThat is the plan, just had a lot going on yesterday so didn't get to post. I will today once I'm off work. Sorry for the wait. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 14-07-2016, 13:06:12That is the plan, just had a lot going on yesterday so didn't get to post. I will today once I'm off work. Sorry for the wait. No rush just wanted to make we were on the same page :) If they had gone to the same diner Jeff might have just missed Talia. :p *Laughs* Maggie and Yumiko....first to find out, last ones to get there! I blame you if we miss out on all the fun lol. And my net is out....AGAIN-rages- I'm so freaking tired of this bull. I just had all the lines replaced!! #@$! Quote from: Vergil1989 on 14-07-2016, 19:24:14I blame you if we miss out on all the fun lol. Don't blame me....blame the fact we were 10 hours away! :P Hello all. How is everyone today? I tend to get paranoid that I'm not dong enough as a GM so if there are any questions, comments request or concerns please let me know. ’D Quote from: Land shark on 14-07-2016, 23:15:07Hello all. How is everyone today? I tend to get paranoid that I'm not dong enough as a GM so if there are any questions, comments request or concerns please let me know. You're rockin' this shit dude! Right now we're in a transition phase from getting point A to point B, and you've given us a ton of info and stuff to work with. It's great, you're doing awesome! In other news... I found this on FB, and well.... It needed to be shared.(Lol nice. I love that Supernatural got Pokemoned thanks to the new Go app going around. Also, I don't know how, but I apparently got my days a bit confused. I thought today was Thursday and I had three days yet. Well, turns out I only got today and tomorrow before I pack up on Sunday for that Camp Horizon lol. In my excitement, I guess I got a bit mixed up, but oh well. But yes, I'll be gone Sunday and won't be back until Saturday. Still, I'll miss you guys, and I'll try to get my post done here before I leave either today or tomorrow at the latest. Just wanted to let ya guys know though. And yes LS, you've done an amazing job, truly. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 15-07-2016, 22:39:19Lol nice. I love that Supernatural got Pokemoned thanks to the new Go app going around. Also, I don't know how, but I apparently got my days a bit confused. I thought today was Thursday and I had three days yet. Well, turns out I only got today and tomorrow before I pack up on Sunday for that Camp Horizon lol. In my excitement, I guess I got a bit mixed up, but oh well. But yes, I'll be gone Sunday and won't be back until Saturday. Still, I'll miss you guys, and I'll try to get my post done here before I leave either today or tomorrow at the latest. Just wanted to let ya guys know though. And yes LS, you've done an amazing job, truly. I'm going to get a post up tonight to get my dude there. Will we have gotten any kind of meet/greet/free form posting before you're gone for the week? Was that directed at me Orange? Quote from: Vergil1989 on 15-07-2016, 22:57:24Was that directed at me Orange? This is what I get for reading things on my phone! For some reason I had thought Land shark said he was going for a week, then thought that post was from him. Disregard! Lol glad I'm not the only one prone to moments of confusion. ’D But you DID post in the Interest thread for my game if I recall correctly, at least I'm pretty sure you did but never followed through with anything. Meh, no biggie. Hey Virgil, you think we can get the girls to GA before you go? Yeah, that's part of why I planned to post, so no worries there Val. ’D Sheet! Slackers! All you have to do is forgo ...what's that word I'm looking for? It means, um, when you put your head down....(blank stare for about a minute);D Hey guys and gals, feel free to double post. I don't have much to do for you until you guys start getting nosey :POH also for the RV twins...if you'd rather there are camp sites with RV hookups available in the area. Cheaper than a hotel anyway. I'm planning another Talia post, LS. I'm going to get her fed, napped up and then fling her at the police station. Thank you kindly LS. Val, feel free to control Yumiko for while I'm gone. Even if she's just sleeping most of the time, or looking for scrap for her sideline business, that's fine by me. I'm going to try to find my way out of the doldrums today and post. We lost my Uncle last night at 2:30 am, so my mental faculties aren't quite there. I was up pretty late just crying. That being said when I do post, Virgil, I'll likely to allude to Yumiko in my posts, and yeah she'll likely be sleeping or looking at scrap stuff. I'll likely have Maggie offer to go look/research into the case or something while Yumiko gets a feel for town or does what she needs to do. Then bring her back the finds. *Shrugs* I don't know. You take however long you need Val. We'll be here for you, regardless of the game itself. Internet is still out, sorry for the wait everyone. I'll post as soon as I can. Ok net is back for now, they said there is an issue at the pole that will need to be fixed. So I am working up a post while I can. Should I see about having Max end up in a place with one of the others? Like the shop Jeff is at? Or just have her arriving in town? Well Virgil is going to be MIA till next Sunday roughly so if you wanna tag up and RP before then you'll want to tap someone else for that. Quote from: Land shark on 17-07-2016, 21:41:24Well Virgil is going to be MIA till next Sunday roughly so if you wanna tag up and RP before then you'll want to tap someone else for that. Well I had Max end up at the Shop Jeff is at. Gold Nate has a thing for Bernice :P LOL sorry couldn't help it. Thought it was cute, I can totally edit my post if any of it messes up anyone's plans. I'm feeling a bit better today, but I likely won't post till tomorrow. When I finally do, I'm planning on having them hit Trio and parking at the RV camp. Maggie will leave Yumiko on the RV and go exploring around Trio in her jeep, so I will be open to doing scenes, and Yumiko can be on the RV getting things settled while Virgil is gone. Looks good CK. It doesn't disrupt anything at all. If I'd thought of it soon I'd have suggested Alex seeing you hitching to get a character connection. Oh, well once people start getting nosey it will happen quickly. Guys just kinda treat this sandbox style till we get some run ins, or you need direct NPC involvement. I will have a post up tonight to get my dude into town - maybe he'll show up at the IHOP or some other place to do some digging Hey Bibliophile just to make sure I understand, you drove to Rome to examine the bodies? Its only 15 mind down the road but just want to make sure. Yeah! She wants to see the bodies, and she found out where they were sent online. Gonna her a post up once I get home today. Throw a trigger into the IHOP. Bibliophile, I'm going to give you the intro to the morgue. IHOP update! LS, can you change the pink text to something a bit darker? Can do. My affixed! Much better! Thank you. Bibliophile I promise an update is coming for you, i just want to give others a chance to make the same decision. As such i don't want to make a post and then have to retrofit it to work. If I get nothing by Sat morning in that direction ill update you PROMISE! I'll be posting soon.... I promise. I think my guardian angel found a liquor store, is drunk, and can't find his way home right now. Not a problem, LS! I'm in no rush. I'm back, so I'll try to start thinking of a post when I'm less red eyed and sleep-deprived lol. Glad to see things are still kinda moving along though. ’D I'll be posting tomorrow. Life decided to just take a bunch of craps on me in a row. Sorry for the delay guys! I, too, will be posting tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. I have a very bad case of poison ivy and has given me a case of the blahs. Quote from: Land shark on 24-07-2016, 23:47:51I too will be posting tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. I have a very bad case of poison ivy and has given me a case of the blahs. It is pretty yuck, that's for sure :P Morgue Post for you Bibliophile. Sorry again for the wait. *Is trying to type out her post right now*Anyone have a muzzle for a 5-year-old? YES!..... I... I mean.Naidoo. Furthermore, I was told I was never to do that again. So no. Dammit man!!!! It would be super helpful right now! I'm praying my post looks okay.... It took forever to write because of the kid, so I'm afraid it might seem disjointed to everyone else. If anything needs to be changed, let me know. I'm sure it'll be fine Val. ’D Hey all. How's everyone doing!? Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help you out. I wasn't sure if I should go ahead and post or not since it wasn't my turn you know? I didn't want to step on any toes. Furthermore, I'm still here and planning to post, LS! Furthermore, I've just been dealing with some health crap lately. Everyone please feel free to post. I'll address NPC's and plot development as it comes to bare. All I ask is don't make up plot. Make up minor NPC's and the like but not plot :D Quote from: Bibliophile on 28-07-2016, 21:21:50I'm still here and planning to post, LS! I've just been dealing with some health crap lately. Booo! I hope you start to feeling better soon!!!! Health crap sucks! Was just letting a few others post, but I suppose I can try to get one up tonight! :)What happened to our little IHOP worker anyway? Which one? The older waitress or the sister of the sheriff? Either way they are both still there just one is a waitress and the other is apparently the shift leader or something. SORRY! 'Offers incense offerings to LS and his continued patience' lol. Seriously though, this week has just been far busier than my normal one. I was supposed to go to a fundraiser thing, but that got canceled due to other commitments that ran over the time we were supposed to be there, and then tomorrow I have to get ready for a doctor's appointment pretty early in the morning. AND on top of all this, my muse decided to kick into overdrive and demand I start writing a book finally, one I can actually PUBLISH, so I've been working on that like crazy. BLEW! I'm fine though, and the book is coming along rather quickly, so I ain't about to complain lol. Anyway, my posting has slowed down dramatically because of the huge undertaking I've started with a couple of good friends, but beyond that I should be able to get a post up soon, tomorrow if all goes well. Sorry for the delays though guys. I am curious though, out of my few, good friends I have around here on E, would anyone be willing to offer some professional is editing service for myself and aforementioned friends I've made elsewhere? We work over on Google Drive/Docs so if you know how to use it, all the better. Just thought I'd ask since I was on the subject, but sorry for kind of self advertising lol. Anyway, see ya soon, promise! Perfectly understandable Virgil. Hope the muse keeps trucking along for you. My thoughts are too scattered to write a book. I'm great at outlines suck at the in between stuff though. RL always comes first so don't worry about the delay and post when you can. Hey all! I got a few days off to just piddle around on here, so please feel free to pick my brain about anything and everything. Everyone has witnessed/overheard the IHOP discussion, so feel free to use that however you like. Go talk to the family. Stop the Sheriff before he leaves, pester the woman he was speaking with, flip a table and scream rat! Whatever...:D Sorry muse has been fickle due to fighting a cold. Its evil and lingering and I just want to stop feeling icky! I'll try and get something up soon promise. Just not sure what to have Max do at the moment he-he. I'll be sure to have Maggie flip a table and scream rat once it's my turn to post again LOL!!! Bibliophile, I'll respond as soon as I know IF others are taking the same route in the immediate future. If they are not ill update you soon. Okay! No rush, LS. -grins.- Hey all just jumping in to let you know that we may have lost Virgil. He has a lot of happening in his life right now and more than likely it will keep him occupied for the foreseeable future. I'm not going to write him out but until I know more his character will not be in play. Ok so I'm going to get this moving again. Virgil is still on an undefined hiatus, so his character will be put into standby should he be able to return. Ardent has also not been present for 24 days now. Does anyone know what's going on with him?I'm going to give it till Monday. At that time ill be reopening the interest thread. I had someone interested before but not sure if they are still available. I'll not wait on new players however as that is not fair to you all. This is a bit of a mystery style game, so do not feel like the answers will just show up and lead you places. Not to say that such a thing will never happen, but it will be rare. It's your characters responsibility to hunt down leads and find out what's going on. Please feel free to ask me anything here or in PM. I usually respond very quickly unless I'm asleep or buried at work in which case it could be up to 16hrs as I am on every day. Regardless ill be doing updates on Monday around 1pm EST. Hey all I got an interested party currently making a character. Think ill keep the interest thread closed for now. 5 players is enough I think unless you all feel it needs a 6th. Hope to have his sheet up later today. Gonna go ahead and do an update as soon as VS gets her post in so I'm not making several little posts. Quote from: Land shark on 15-08-2016, 19:47:05Hey all I got an interested party currently making a character. Think ill keep the interest thread closed for now. 5 players is enough I think unless you all feel it needs a 6th. Hope to have his sheet up later today. Gonna go ahead and do an update as soon as VS gets her post in so I'm not making several little posts. Working on it....or at least trying. Hello all. I know things have really slowed down and I'm sure that some of you may no longer have interest here. If everyone could please let me know if you are still interested I would greatly appreciate it. Once I know who we still have ill more than likely reopen recruitment to fill the ranks. Thank you all for the chance to let me run my first game here on E. Still interested. Even got a post partially worked up. You know what all has been going on though, so I've not really been in the right mindset to try and write. I'm going to try to push myself to finish up my post in the next day or so though. Sorry for the delay. I'm still here, just had to move suddenly and it's been stressful to say the least. I will get a post up as soon as I can. SO OOO sorry for the delay. No apologies needed. There is a plethora of reason why we are in this stagnant period. We lost 2 people unexpectedly, the new player lives in an area ravaged by forest fires, so their net is out and that's just the highlights. Fires suck! Ask Dean and Sam.(I know...horrible joke. It's the only way I can cope with the shit going on...don't judge me)) You there....JUDGED!(Quote from: Land shark on 25-08-2016, 00:46:02You there....JUDGED!(judging that outfit...just saying. OK so it's looking like we are dangerously low on active players. As such I'll be renewing the interest thread when I get home today. Please let me know it you are still interested so that I don't over recruits. VS and Curvy I know you are both still here. :) new recruit thread is up. Hoping for interest soon ::) We have new blood! Everyone welcome Began Boo! It's an all-girl team! Wooooooooooooo Wayward Daughters! Welcome! Alright we got another new player. Everyone welcome Princess Ariel! Everyone please feel free to go ahead and post. Can't wait to see how the gears turn on some new players Hi! Also, anyone have an idea on where to start? As in, anyone want me to pop in on them? 3 Currently one player is in another town, so I doubt you could run into her. VS is still at a Rev campsite setting up and deciding where to go and CK is at the local IHOP. Awfully quiet in here :(Aww. Sorry. Work has been hard as of late. Understandable, we're going through inventory right now. WWW. Inventory is so icky. :(*Waves* Hide ho! Sorry I've been quiet. You can smite me later oh fearless leader! I'll have that post I've been promising forever up in the next day or so. Depression is a dick. Well all I'm sad to say that this game has fizzled out. With only one active player and even the new blood not posting I can't see any reason to keep going. Thank you all for the opportunity to run my first game here. Unlike a lot of games this one actually made it to game play so that was a win. Perhaps at some point in the future ill try again with this concept.I'm sorry to everyone for not making this a more engaging game to hold interest and hope to see you all in games in the future.

Supernatural_ Legacy OOC

A Demon in disguise [EX]

(this is an RP between Mich No Sort and me. we put it in the extreme just to be safe. We have discussed this over AIM and yeah...) Alex sat in class. It was almost over. He had been in college hundreds of times over his long life, but never had he been taken by a mortal like this. His teacher, no more than a few years older than his mortal appearance, bent down to pick up some chalk as the other students were working. He smiled at her fine ass, sticking in the air. He lusted for her. He wanted her. He would have her. Furthermore, he knew that the bell would ring soon as he brushed his ear-length red hair out of his hazel eyes. He rubbed the stubble on his chin as he watched the teacher trek across the room, finishing her lesson and giving out the homework. Once the classmates were gone he would invite her to his lair, currently disguised as a home of course, and have fun. The bell rang and Alex grinned. He would let her come to him. Wondering why he was still sitting there. Then he would carry out his plan. Miss. Lilly Alexander wasn't the most attractive professor at the college, but she was a close second. She was a young, unmarried woman who just happened to get lucky and get a job here. She was fresh out of college herself, and it was rare for someone of that age to get a job right away. Still, she got it and deserved it. Lilly had done fantastic in her classes and was glad that she had been noticed for that. Though she was sure that part of getting the job was because the dean had been staring at her chest the whole time. Lilly had spent a lifetime defending herself when it came to teachers and employers. They claimed to not care about appearance, but then treated her like a ditz. She wasn't even given a full class like other professors had. Her blond hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and she finished scribbling a few notes on the chalkboard. After trying to get the chalk back into the tray, it fell to the floor, and she bent to pick it up. Her backside perking up in the air. Her skirt raising up some, almost to the point of showing the class her underwear. No one ever said Lilly was the brightest when it came to common sense, which would have told her that a few male students were staring at her, and she should bend at her knees to pick things up. The bell rang, and she started to pack things up into her small bag to take home. Mostly papers for grading. Scanning the class she saw Alex still sitting there. He didn't appear to be attempting to leave any time soon, "MMM...do you need help, Alex?" she gave him a small smile and headed over to his desk, "Class is over. You can leave now," he was a good student. She never even saw him take notes, yet he passed everything as if he knew it all already. She was surprised to never see him with a girlfriend. The boy was cute after all. Maybe he was gay. Lilly really didn't care if the boy was gay, but she never saw him with a guy either, "Though I don't think I got your paper... Did you finish it? I can give you an extension if you need it." I know class is over." Alex said. When she bought up the paper, he grinned inside. Just as he had planned. "Oh shit!" Alex said. 'Suddenly' remembering. "I left it at my place. Do you mind coming over real quick? It would be faster if we took your car, I live on that house jutting out of the mountain." he said, packing up his things. "Great class today by the way Lilly." he said, humoring her, calling her by her first name to catch her off guard. He looked her in the eyes, something she was probably not accustomed to. Alex stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder, wrinkling his beige blazer, revealing a little more of his navy blue button up shirt underneath. He kept his dazzling eyes on hers. "I went a little over the word limit though. I hope that's O.K." he said. Soon he would have her. Lilly normally wouldn't agree to such a thing. It was inappropriate for a teacher to go to a student's house. More so with college students since they usually lived alone. At least with younger grades there was the chance that parents would be there. But Alex had always been a good student. He'd never missed a paper, test, or class. He also didn't act up like some of the other students did, "Okay," she smiled softly till he said her first name, "...MMM...thanks..." she said perked an eyebrow at him. Lilly had always wondered who lived in that house. For a while she thought it might have just been abandoned. It looked to be after all. She guessed that he must still live with his parents. It was a big house after all, and she didn't think a college student could afford it, "You don't have a car? Do you walk to school?" that would be a horribly long walk. No, he couldn't of walked that every day. He probably carpooled or something. She leads him out to her car, her heels clicking softly on the pavement, "You live with your parents?" the car wasn't the best looking or anything like that, but it got her around. Lilly wanted to keep talking and avoid looking at him. His gazes made her feel a little self-conscious. "No. I usually bike over. Nice exercise. But my bike got run over today so I would have had to walk." Alex said as he followed Lilly outside. He watched her from behind. Smiling. It wouldn't be long before she was his. It was the weekend so he would have a few days with her. And who would believe her anyway? Not to mention, even if they could believe her, he was a student, and she'd be fired, and at that age she'd have a hard time finding another job. He listened to her heels click, it was seductive in its a own way. He opened the back door and tossed his backpack in. Furthermore, he'leave it there so she'd come back, then he's make his move. Alex stayed calm as he buckled his seatbelt before answering her question. "Well, I do and I don't. It's their place, but they're traveling the world this year." he said, before sighing, fainting envy for his parents. "Thanks for the drive by the way." he said as Alice started up the car. When they were abutted halfway to his house, Alex reached over and brushed some of his teachers blonde locks from her face. He didn't say anything about it Astra continued to drive. Everything was falling into place. "Wow. You bike all that way?" she was surprised to hear that. Not many his age, or even her own, were okay with biking or exercising all that much. Even she was guilty of relying on her fast metabolism to keep her in shape for the time being. Sure, she got a little exercise from walking around the campus and at home, but that was about it. For now, it seemed to be working for her. She had a little plumpness to her, but some guys seemed to like that. Hearing that his parents wouldn't be there did not put her at ease, "It's not a problem. You can run in and get the paper and bring it back out to me," she smiled a bit. Lilly thought that would work. She couldn't get in trouble if she didn't get out of the car. When he reached over and brushed some of her hair aside, she blushed. That was defiantly inappropriate. Clearing her throat some she didn't comment on it and just continued driving, "I bet your friends enjoy the fact that you have such a big home to yourself for the time being. I think that is every college student's wish," a place that was not only big and unsupervised, but also well outside the town where the cops couldn't be called for noise complaints, "I hope that you don't take advantage of that...?" Lilly smiled and little and felt the hair slipping out from behind her ear and quickly pushed it back before he could. "Huh? oh, no." Alex said, shaking his head. "I'm not a partner." The student continued. "That and the fact that I don't socialize much around school." They arrived at his home not long afterward and the teachers' vehicle ground to a stop near the staircase leading to the elevated HOM. It was huge. It had three levels to it, and seemed to be built directly into the mountain side. The entire front walls were windows, letting the teacher look into the large foyer. "I'll be right back he said, rushing inside. He came out a minute or so later with a bundle of papers, it had to be twenty pages. A 'little' over the three-page limit, was an understatement. "It's a few pages too long. But I think it's pretty good." He said, leaning into the car and dropping it onto the passengers side. "I sort of took the assignment in another direction." He said, meeting her eyes again. He imperceptibly raised his eyebrows, Lily wouldn't notice consciously, but unconsciously it told her that he knew she wanted him. After saying their goodbyes Alex walked into his house and watched Lily drive off. His backpack still in the backseat. Perfect.the disguised demon thought. Lily was right after all. Out here, no one could hear them. It was good to hear that at least one student didn't spend his time boozing it up. Lilly looked over the house as he ran in and soon came out with the paper, "A little over?" she smirked as he dropped it into the passenger seat, "Don't worry about it. I'll see you on Monday," Lilly smiled turned the car back on and pulled carefully out of the drive way to head home. She was looking forward to relaxing this weekend. It had been a long week and most of her students had either annoyed or angered her. Now she had to read over their papers, which were usually not worthy of even a 'D' for a grade. Alex was really the only one that got the grades he deserved. Once home, she reached for the paper and noticed his backpack sitting behind the passenger seat, "Dammit," she growled lowly. Lilly could just wait till Monday and give it to him in class, but she knew that some students carried their lives around in those bags. With a sigh she turned the car back on and threw it into reverse to pull out of her driveway. She wished she'd looked sooner instead of waiting till she was all the way home. The near hour drive back to Alex's home was a little frustrating. After all, he was still a kid in some ways she guessed. Students tended to forget things all the time in class. Lilly's heels dug into the gravel of the driveway as she headed to the front door and knocked rather loudly, "Alex? It's Miss. Alexander. You left your backpack in my car," plus, if she gave it to him in class then people might start talking badly about them, "Alex?" she called out and knocked again, and the door popped open. Curiously, she poked her head in and saw no one in the large living room, "Gees...what a place," she said to herself, "Alex?!" she stepped in and set the bag down near the door, "I'll just leave it here! Okay?!" he was probably sleeping for all she knew. Alex arrived a top of the stairs. He was dressed the same, but something was different about him. That made him more appealing. "Oh! Thanks@ I was just looking for your number." he said, running down the steps. He looked at the clock. "Do you want to stay for supper? It's a long drive back." he said, reaching into his pocket. "Oh! Here. For the gas." Alex said as he handed her a twenty. The Demon met her eyes as he waited for an answer to supper, knowing it would be a yes. But it wouldn't be what she was expecting, no... He knew that soon she would fall for him completely, and then he'd have his fun. Who knows, she may end up liking it and come back next weekend too. He grinned at that thought. Alex was so close to having her now he could taste it. Alex took his backpack from her and tossed it by the door. His sensitive nostrils taking in her scent. She was here. Just one kiss would make her his. Lilly shook her head at the money, "It's not a big deal," the request for supper was going to be refused as well, but his staring finally got to her, and she looked at him, "I really...shouldn't..." she stammered out softly, "But okay," she finally broke her gaze into his eyes and looked at the floor. Lilly felt like retracting that agreement, but that would be rude. He was a good student and said he wasn't very social with the other students. He probably just wanted someone to talk to. Lilly felt that he might have been that loner kid in high school that had no friends, and now he had trouble getting to know people. Lilly understood that and wanted to help him." I shouldn't stay late though. I have papers to grade after all and someone managed to go above and beyond what was needed," she smiled and looked around the living room, "So, do I get a tour before dinner?" Alex smiled her reply. "Sure, just let me turn the oven on." he said. At the end of the tour would be the bedroom, where he would pleasure her in ways she'll never feel again without him. "Oh? Who's the overachiever?" he asked jokingly on his way back to the kitchen. "So. Shall we start the tour?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer he walked ahead and spread it arms." This is the Foyer. You know, people walk in here and it sets the mood. We change it around each year though. So it never quite looks the same." the demon said. He pointed to a door on her right, not walking in. The illusion wasn't quite Strong enough for her to walk into some of the rooms. "Over there is the kitchen, and over here," he said, walking to a room on the other side of the foyer. "Is the Dining room." it was a decent sized room, with a table for six. The entire table was spotless with different hand-carved vigils and designs in it. "Dad carved that and mom," He said before pointing to a beautiful glass, not crystal, chandelier. It had subtle shapes that got reflected onto the walls. They were mainly tribal looking symbols that seemed to move and writhe through the sunlight. "Made that. They change throughout the day." He said. After a small pause he nodded to himself. "That's pretty much it, downstairs. Upstairs is the den. I'll show you." The Demon said, walking out of the Dining room and upstairs. He was getting more and more impatient as his plan unfolded. If it didn't hit a snag he should get a kiss by the end of the second floor. Alex walked up the stair, his teacher behind him. Soon, The Demon thought she'll start to please me. Then I'll reveal myself and break this damned illusion. "It's beautiful," she said softly as she looked up at the chandelier, "Your father and mother are very talented to of created that. I've never seen anything like it before. It's absolutely gorgeous," she stared up at it in awe, partly forgetting the rest of the house. It really was lovely. Lilly didn't notice how she looked staring at it. Her pretty blond hair glowing softly in the sparks of light the chandelier gave off. Her head tilted up to show off her long neck. Furthermore, her red sweater clinging tightly to her bosom, "How long...did it take them to make it? Or did they make it before you were born?" it was easy to see that she was completely in love with the object. Lilly had never seen something like it and was kind of happy to be allowed to see it." Thank you for showing it to me, Alex..." she said softly. Her hand rested at the nape of her neck, her fingers playing in that little, lovely dip that every woman's neck had. Alex smiled and walked closer to his teacher. He gently rested a hand on her. "That chandelier took her about five years." He said. "She also made me a glass sundial in which it shines the different hours of the day onto the base. I'll show you." He said, gently leading her from the chandelier. As they walked up to stairs towards his bedroom, on the top floor, he continued." The table took my dad abut a year to make. He actually made my bed as well, but you can't really see the art, my bed is a bit of a mess" Alex chuckled. The top floor seemed to just be a hallway with three sets of closed doors. Not much time was spent up here by the looks of it. He took a turn to the right and opened his door. He has a pure glass wall beside his bed, and the over-hanging rock of the mountain as a ceiling/ the entire room seemed early, with lots of browns and greens. In the middle of the room as a small pedestal, and upon that was a small triangle of glass. On the pedestal the number five was shown on it, glistening in the sunlight. "And then as the day goes on it changes. It's really amazing." He said, looking at her gazing at the sundial, his arm still around her. Soon she would kiss him and then she would be his. Lilly barely noticed the hand on her back as he leads her towards his bedroom to see the sundial. Glass work always interested her. It was so delicate and beautiful, "I'd love to see it," she smiled softly, forgetting that he was a student and she is professor. If she'd thought about it, she would realize that she was treading on dangerous grounds. Going into a student's bedroom was never something a teacher should do, even if that student's parents were home. Oh, she could get fired for this easily. Alex's bedroom was messy, but she assumed that from a college aged boy. It was still nice though. The colors and the glass looked so nice together, "You have a wonderful view," she commented looking at the glass window. Seeing the sundial made her smile brightly again like she had for the chandelier, "Oh, your parents are so talented. It's all so beautiful," Lilly ran her slender fingers along the smooth glass and bit her lower lip. The blond woman suddenly realized his arm around her and quickly pulled away, "Alex... I should really go... I don't think I should stay for dinner..." Lilly realized where she was and how much trouble she'd be in, "I shouldn't of come in the first place..." Lilly did something she probably shouldn't of again. She looked into his eyes. He had beautiful eyes. They were glassy and as smooth as the sundial. The color was simply amazing. Alex was much more mature than his classmates, "Though I don't see the harm in staying for dinner..." she bit her lip again and moved a little closer to him, unable to unlock her eyes from his. He was rather handsome now that she thought about it." I really shouldn't be here, should I?" god she was about to be in a lot of trouble. Lilly slid her fingers over his shoulders and leaned up on her toes, her lips brushing against his softly. Success. The only word that crossed his mind as her lips touched his. Success. "No one will ever find out." He said, adding in his mind because no one will believe you. Alex kissed her back passionately. His tongue slowly entered her mouth, his saliva containing a small toxin that, though it wouldn't hurt her, it would allow her to accommodate his mass in Demon form. She wouldn't grow, no, his power would alter space itself and allow her to not be torn apart while still being able to let him work his way entirely inside of her. He slowly, step by step, brought them out of his room and into the one across the hall where he wouldn't be seen in his demon form by the outside world. The room mysteriously looked exactly the same so if Lilly opened her eyes she wouldn't be able to know that he had changed rooms. Lex grinned. Oh, how he loved his power. His hand slowly closed around her, bringing her in close. She was his and there was nothing she could do about it. He could blackmail her, showing the surveillance tape of her kissing HIM. He knew she wouldn't tell anyone though. She couldn't afford to lose her precious job. Lilly was oblivious to what was going on. She didn't realize that she was being moved from the room and into a more private one. Not that the other wasn't private seeing as how they were on a mountain. The young professor groaned softly as his tongue worked its way into her mouth, wrapping around her own. Due to whatever form of powers he had though, it looked just like the other, even the window. Yet it was seemingly reversed. The door was on the other side as was the window. Her fingers pushed up the sides of his neck and into his hair as the kiss deepened. It had been a while since Lilly had partook in a man's presence this way." Alex..." she muttered out between passionate kisses, "... I don't...want you to think...this is going to affect...your grade," Lilly wasn't that kind of person. She refused to up his already good grade any further just because they were making out. Though denying him that would let her know if he was serious or just doing this for a grade, "I don't do that..." her tongue curled around his. His tongue tasted like honey, which she found a little odd. Lilly didn't know that it was this monster's toxin that tasted so sweet. Alec broke the kiss, for just a moment before looking at her, the look reminding her that he, in no way, needed an extra grade, but just to be safe he said; "I know." His hands slowly crept of to Lily's breasts. She was taking a lot of the toxin, and that made Alex a happy demon. If she took enough, he'd be able to go into any hole without leaving a mark. He slowly brought her to the bed and started to caress her breasts skillfully. He took off her shirt, breaking the kiss for but a moment, letting her tongue drink from his lips. Furthermore, he slowly unhooked her bra. Furthermore, he let one more glob of saliva enter her mouth, she had more than enough now, before dropping and starting to suckle on her breasts passionately. His hand started to reach down to her waist. He let his teeth graze her now hardening nipples before switching to her left one. Lilly slowly started to become wet as he groped at her chest, "Alex, you taste wonderful," she groaned softly before letting him roam down her body. His fingers pinched and caressed her nipples. His mouth soon found its way around her nipple, creating a wet spot around the hardening bud on her shirt. It had been too long since she had fooled around with a man. The last time had been some jerk that wouldn't know where to put it unless she told him. A guy needing that much instruction was not her idea of a good time. Lilly liked her men experienced and surprisingly big. The thought of a nice, big cock filling her was a lovely one. She had no idea what she was in for though." Oh, Alex... It's been a while for me..." she hoped she wasn't rusty. Sex wasn't that difficult after all, "Please slow..." she wanted to ask him to slow down, but his fingers reached into the waist band of her skirt and she knew he could feel her lacy underwear. Lilly blushed a little. He was a rather forward man, "... Keep going..." the young professor groaned. Alex took off his own shirt, revealing his abs. As his fingers went past her lacy underwear and started to finger her. He broke his hold on her breasts to say. "I've only done it once before." He lied. His fingers went into her with more aggression. He pulled off her pants and wet panties before continuing at her. "How does it feel?" He asked, getting more aggressive, making it more pleasurable.Alex suddenly got an idea But that would wait until later. He brought his disguise's cock to just half-hard in his pants. Lilly had a hard time believing that he was that inexperienced with the way his fingers worked at her. He most of been naturally talented or that was one hell of a first time. She groaned as his fingers touched inside her body, wiggling around with such force, "Wonderful. Wonderful, Alex," she panted. Alex removed her panties and she felt the cold air of the room rush over her hot sex. He made her desired, something she hadn't in a long while. Lilly wasn't normally very aggressive, but she was rather turned on at the moment and pulled away from him. A small giggle passed her lips and she grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him over to the bed and pushing him back on it. Smirking, she crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss eagerly at his neck. "Oh!" Alex said, smiling. He tore off his shirt and his pants, lea exposing his half hard member. "Oh. Um... Sorry. I'm a little shy..." he said, standing up. "Tank you could shut your eyes for a few seconds?" He asked. This is when he would show her his true form. He was starting to get excited, and it took almost all of his concentration to keep his disguise half hard. Lilly smiled and nodded, turning her face away from his body as he undressed. It was kind of cute that he was shy about it. If this truly was only his second time then he was probably still nervous about screwing up, "Just let me know when I can look," for some reason she was having a hard time not looking. She hands felt this turned on in a while and wanted badly to pull him back to the bed and give him the ride of his life. Underneath Lily, the bed seemed to shimmer in her gaze, slowly turning to stone. At the same time, the entire room revealed itself to be a cave. It's ceiling was about 60 feet high. The exit from the cave suddenly sealed itself off, as did the way deeper into the cave, leaving the pair in a 30X 30 ft room. Alex gave a chuckle, She was trapped, and she was his. "You may look now." Alex commanded in a booming voice only vaguely similar to his human form's voice. Alex was 50 feet tall, with two giant wings and red skin. His face and was completely bald, with angular features. His ears tapered to a point, and his chin only had a small rounded tip. He had a thick neck and bulging muscles along with a long tail with a rounded, almost phallic, end. He had a rippling 6 packs above his 6-foot cock. His arms ended in retractable claws, retracted to fingernail-sized for now. Lily barely reached halfway up his shin. 'Alex' slicked his long serpentine tongue out of his much with anticipation. The bed seemed to harden under her backside and she shuddered for a moment as a cold chill ran up her spine. Lilly felt very uncomfortable. The room felt colder, and the bed felt hard. She got that feeling that one got when they walked down a dark street and heard a noise but couldn't see anything. Goosebumps popped up along her skin as his voice spoke out. It was Alex's voice, but much louder and stronger. Lilly was scared to open her eyes, but did. The young teacher's eyes widened when she saw the creature standing before her. The fact that she was now in a cave didn't hit her yet as she stared at what used to be Alex. Lilly felt that she most of passed out or something and this was just a nightmare. Jumping up from the stone bed she ran towards where the door used to be and smacked into the rock wall, "What's going on?!" she screamed out, "Where's Alex? Let me out of here!" her fists pounded on the stone, a sharp piece cutting her hand and letting her know that this was no dream. Alex aligned. "I'm still Alex." He said. "There is no point in telling you my true name. You see, I am what you mortals call a demon, and Lily, I was smitten by you. I haven't wanted a woman so badly since Mona Lisa" He said. His long tail seemed to spit in two and morph into two hands before moving around and grabbing Lilly's breasts. "I can pleasure you like no mortal ever will be able to." he said. "And it would be so much more enjoyable for you if you agreed." Alex continued, insinuating that, no matter her choice, she would be getting fucked by him. "And don't worry about being ripped apart. I've... enchanted you, yes that's the right word, to accommodate me. Which is why my saliva tasted so good." The woman screamed as the tail-hands grabbed at her and held her in place while one groped her roughly. Despite having hurt her hand and felt the pain, she refused to believe this was really happening to her. She just wanted to wake up in her own bed and find out that the whole day had been a dream. Her eyes widened as he said that it would be enjoyable if she agreed. That meant he was going to try and take her no matter what. Right? Lilly felt ill thinking about it. She just had to keep telling herself that demons didn't exist, "Let me go. Please. Let me go," she struggled against the tail-hands groping her and holding her in place. Lilly didn't want to imagine what it would feel like to have something that big forced into her body. It didn't matter that he said that she would be able to take it due to some kind speller something he put on her. The fact was that it was massive, and it scared the hell out of her. "Your scared AEN't you?" Alex said, he knew the answer, but it didn't matter. "Lily. Stop trying to run or I will have to restrain you when we start." He said, almost a purr. His voice was booming, but it was seductive. On of the hands reached down her and started to finger her, with more skill than any human had. The fact that the fingers could bend every which way just increased the pleasure. "I am designed to be able to enter creatures of your size." he said. "There is no reason to be fearful." This thing was being serious. It was going to have its way with her. Lilly couldn't believe what she'd got herself into. What would a monster like this want with her? Surely there were freaky women out there that would willingly give themselves to this beast. Though she was sure half of them would change their minds if they were actually faced with the situation. Lilly struggled and kicked as the monster lifted her body up some and the large finger slipped inside her. She gasped and tried to pull away, "Stop it! Please don't!" The strange appendage twisted inside her, and she actually felt herself becoming wet from its touches, "Ah!" it hit her sweet spot and she tensed up for a moment. Lilly hated herself for allowing that little enjoyment, "Oh god, stop!" she panted as the finger pushed in and out of her. Thrusting deep into her body, "...yes...yes..." she shook her head, "...stop...oh god..." her body was forcing her to admit the pleasure, but she still tried to protest. Alex laughed in a booming voice. He lifted her up and let it serpentine tongue start to go inside of her, releasing his finger. His tongue started to wrap around her. It was wet, warm, and slippery. And it held her tightly. It wrote and moved still, massaging her breasts. "Tho. What do you think of me now?" He asked through his tongue Lilly wanted this to stop. It was wrong. She didn't want to believe it was real. This thing held her tight and she could barely even struggle. Its tongue slithered all over her body. Touching her. Causing her nipples to harden. When asked what she thought of him now, she felt like she was going to be sick. Her body was turned on and ready for more, yet she couldn't mentally accept it, "You disgust me," she snapped as she tried to kick. Her body tiny compared to his and her kick probably feeling like a tiny bug bite. Lilly grabbed at the tongue and tried to shove it away from her. It was obvious that it would take work to get her to submit mentally, even if physically she was already his. Alex laughed, the vibrations going through his teacher's body and into her pussy as his tongue roamed around. Suddenly, without warning, his tongue let go of her, leaving her covered in his sweet smelling alive. Before Lilly hit the ground the large demon caught her. "You are mine now Lilly. I will let you go at the end of the weekend. And though you don't think so now. You will want more." He said, laughing. He lowered her down to his six-foot cock. "You should know what to do." He said, bringing her a little closer. It seemed large enough that she could get her hand down his urethra. How it was going to go into any of her holes was a mystery. The muscle vibrated through her and she groaned. She could feel it wiggling further up into her body than any man had ever been able to go. Touching parts of her insides that not even her doctor had examined. It actually felt good, but that didn't mean she wanted it. Thankfully the tongue removed itself, and she smelt honey, the same smell she'd got when they were kissing. Lilly wanted to cry. He dropped her, and she was caught in mid-scream. Lilly choked on her own air and started coughing as the monster brought her close to his massive member. He said she should know what to do, but she didn't. She just stared at it. It was huge. What did he possibly expect her to do with it? She wasn't even sure she could get her arms around it. He couldn't expect her to suck it, could he?" I... I don't think... I can do anything...with that..." she stammered out, "... It's too big..." "It's not." He growled. A drop of precut formed at the tip. Glistening. He pushed it against her lips, the drop itself was larger than her mouth. "Open wide..." He growled, pushing himself into her. There was a crack as her jaw dislocated, but instead of being torn off, her skin stretch, allowing him entrance. "Mmm..." He said when he got her passed the head. The precut was thick on her tongue, and tasted disguising. Alex started to let go of her. She would have to grab him and pull herself deeper to not fall. Alex smiled as he let go completely. He was designed to take creatures smaller than him, and he loved it. "Come on Lilly." He said. "Don't fall. Don't worry, you'll stretch to fit me." He said, smiling. Lilly shook her head as the large drop of precut was forced against her lips. His cock alone was longer than she was tall. It didn't matter what he said she could take or how she could take it. It just didn't seem physically possible to her, and she was more than scared to try it. Luckily for her Alex was more than willing to help himself to her mouth instead of letting her take care of it. Her small mouth engulfed the tip and as it became wider, so did her mouth. She screamed in pain as her jaw dislocated to fit even more of him inside her mouth. She felt it already nudging the back of her throat. The teacher's eyes began to water and tears began to flow down her cheeks as she felt the skin around her mouth stretch painfully. The inside of her mouth actually starting to widen as she was forced to take more inside. More tears flowed as her throat was forced to stretch, being forced to breath through her nose or sufferance. The bitter taste of his precut meant nothing to her compared to the pain. He then let her go, and she had taken in more of his length to be able to keep herself from sliding off and slamming into the stone ground far below her. "mm. that's a good teacher. Climb up my cock. " He said. HE started to move his hips back and forth, waving lily around. "mmm. Yes. Don't-" He noticed that he swung too far and saw he's flying through the air. He quickly caught her and growled. "No. We're going to try this again with the cock you love oh-so-much." He said. He forced himself back into her and, somehow, even when her nose was touching his balls, she could only barely feel it touching her stomach. "MMM..." He said before, essentially, masturbating withe. It was a blissfully short time, about five minutes, before he took her off. Alex cracked Lilly's jaw back into place and grinned as he healed her. "Do you like my cock?" He asked his thumb started to rub both of her breasts as he waited for an answer. Lilly was flung from his body as he tried to thrust violently. She was caught in midair and pulled back to his body. Before she could protest her mouth was forced over the massive organ. Despite its length and the fact that it was fully engulfed in her body, it didn't tear through her other side. It was longer than her, yet it only stretched her throat and chest. Burying its head in her stomach. Lilly felt ill. Very ill. Her eyes rolled back as he used her as a masturbation toy. She couldn't even bite him as a defense due to how far she was stretched. As she was close to passing out from the pain and the troubles breathing, he pulled her off and snapped her jaw back into place. Her mouth and body going back to normal as if nothing had happened to her. Tear stains were over her cheeks and she rubbed the sides of her face. When asked if she liked it, she was scared to say the truth. That she was in pain and that she was feeling ill, "Y-yes..." she whimpered out, talking making her sore jaw hurt more. His large digits rubbed harshly at her nipples, making them harden, "I..." sadly, her body was oddly enough enjoying the torture, "I like it..." "I knew you would." He said, laying down on the hard rock. "Now then. I want your pussy... but I want you to ride me." He placed her over his large urethra. "But do not be afraid to hurt me. Just grab the skin and pull. It won't hurt." He lied. It would not rip, and it would not kill her, but it would hurt. A lot. "Go." He commanded. Lilly whimpered softly as she was told to ride him. Taking him into her mouth had proved that she could take him inside her, but she was scared to do it. He said it wouldn't hurt, but she highly doubted it. It had hurt a lot to just take him through her mouth, she knew there was no way it couldn't hurt going through her pussy. Alex placed her to balance on the tip of his massive cock. Her hands helped to keep her from falling off. Already she could feel him pressing into her just from her weight on him, "Please...don't make me do this..." she cried, but he said the word 'Go' in a very commanding tone. Lilly feared that if she didn't, then he would force her to and that would hurt more. Grabbing the small bit of flesh that wrapped the hard organ, she managed to pull herself down slowly. Almost instantly it began to hurt, "Oh god!" and that wasn't a good cry, no it was one of pain. It didn't take long for her to feel her hips dislocating. She screamed in pain as her body stretched, and she pulled herself down slowly. Lilly could feel his cock pushing deep inside her. It hurt so badly. Her eyes could no long cry, they felt empty, "I can't! I can't go any further! It hurts!" she cried with a whimper. She'd barely gotten half into her, but she couldn't do it anymore. Lilly was scared of being punished for this. "Oh it hurts does it?" He said. Smiling. "Let me help you." His hand approached his teacher tantalizingly slow. "Ready? On the count of- NOW!" He growled before pushing her all the way down him/ "Fuck yes. Now then. Either get yourself back to the top in six seconds. Or I'm going to fuck you. 1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5... 6..." He counted slowly, trying to give her a chance. Whether she succeeded or not large ropes sprung out of the slid wall. They were wet and sticky, like a web, and grabbed the teacher. It started to slowly pull her off before going down again. She was being FORCED to fuck him. It hurt, but felt oh-so-good. The demon groaned. And Lilly would find that she could control her movements, and the ropes were to help her up and down. "Fuck... yes...." Lilly whimpered and nodded when he asked if it hurt. He sounded like he was patronizing her. Lilly hoped that he would take pity on her and tell her she could stop. Instead, he put his large hand on the top of her head for a moment before gripping her and shoving her down to the base. The teacher's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. For a moment all she could do was squeak, but after that she screamed, "AH! Oh, god! Why?!" she didn't expect an answer and didn't get one. Lilly felt that she was being punished for something. It felt like she was about to be ripped in half. Her body stretched beyond belief. She could feel it inside of her, pressing deep into her womb. Yet like when she was forced to deep throat it, it didn't feel like it went any further. Lilly had thought she couldn't cry anymore, but fresh tears flowed as he counted. Try as she might, she couldn't get up the strength to pull herself up. The ropes took care of that though. They wrapped around her slender body and yanked her up roughly before tugging her back down. After only a minute or so of it Lilly felt as if she was going to throw up or pass out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her head bobbed limply with each movement. Not only was this her first time in a long time being with a man, but he was so huge. If Alex meant to keep her all weekend she was sure to need a little training to be able to take him without feeling ill. The webs sudden;y picked her ups Alex saw that she was starting to pass out. "Toy/ Wake up." He said as the sticky ropes released her gently onto the ground. The demon got on his knees. "Pleasure me any way you can. Your training is over... for now..." Alex knew that when, if, she made him cum. She would be so... amazed by him, she would be begging for more.... Most likely at heart. Alex smiled to himself as he awaited kill to GB his cock and start to rub him out. His booming voice made her groan a little, and finally she was pulled from the large organ, her body slowly going back to its normal shape once again. Still she felt light-headed. Lack of food and water made these actions much harder for her. Lilly was tired and sore. He hadn't even come yet and was telling her to do something to get him off. Dizzy and light-headed she stumbled towards him. She walked into his large member, holding herself up against it. There was little she could think of to do with it at the moment. So instead of trying to think too hard she rubbed her cheek against it. Her hands running up and down the many flesh. The weakened teacher turned her head and ran her tongue along what of it she could reach with her height. Alex growled and picked her up "If that is the best you can do I may need to kill you. What is wrong toy?" He asked. He had forgotten about how often humans needed to eat, he himself only had to eat about once a week. Getting an answer Alex signed and walked THOUGH one of the was, it was not long until he came back with a plate food of what looked, and smelled, to be some of the best food Lilly had ever had. But, unbeknownst to her, it was enchanted to make her want Alex. Badly. Lilly whimpered as he picked her up and scolded her, threatening to kill her for not being able to do better. She was so tired and hungry. Her eyes rolled back some before they closed, "Hungry...thirsty...tired...sore..." she muttered the words that described how she was feeling at the moment. The monster laid her on the stone bed and disappeared from her blurry sight. Lilly wanted to get up and run, possibly hide somewhere, but she could barely move. Every joint in her body was aching from being dislocated and then popped back. She wanted to run so badly and even managed to roll onto her stomach and pulled herself towards the edge of the bed before her arms gave out. Soon the beast came back and Lilly's nose was flooded with the scent of food. It smelled warm and good. The woman groaned softly as the food was brought over to her and waved in front of her face. Her mouth watered and she grabbed for it. Lilly knew she shouldn't trust anything this monster gave her, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice. If she didn't eat she'd faint and probably starve, or he would kill her for not being able to do what he wanted to with her. She brought some of the food to her lips and ate it eagerly, not even caring about the taste. As she ate she found herself feeling a little better. A bit of energy coming back to her, though her joints were still sore as hell. Being sore she could deal with if everything else felt okay. As strange as it was, she looked at the beast and no longer found him as disgusting as she had before. He was majestic in a way. Lilly suddenly felt as if she should be honored that he'd chosen her out of all the millions of women in the world. It meant that she was special in some way. The young woman set the now empty plate aside and climbed up onto one of his massive legs. The woman sat up on her knees, her body bare to him. One of her hands ran over her neck and down her chest as if she were showing off for him. Lilly's eyes filled with a kind of lust. The demon grinned. "Felling better my little fuckboy?" He asked "Have you eaten enough? Because if so, we're going to fuck all night before your next break." He gave a toothy grin at that and grabbed her and held her to his face. He let his serpentine tongue slick out and then start to lick her pussy. "MMM...." he said as his tongue kept going in and out. He decided that he would let her cum before allowing her to take him. Now that the food had warped her mind, she would be GLAD to take him, maybe not in the ass though. Not yet... He would have to train her at least a little bit for that... Lilly still felt light-headed, but at the same time she had more energy now then when they had started. The blond woman had never felt like this before in her life and would probably not know what to do with the fact that he's pretty much slipped her some kind of magical date-rape drug. As he spoke she ran one hand down between her legs and over her moist slit, her other hand going up to her mouth and slipping a finger inside to suckle on for a moment. Lilly nodded, and he picked her up, his long fingers gripping around her waist tightly as she watched his tongue slip out and work its way down between her legs." Ahhhh...." she moaned softly as it tickled her clit before going down to push into her tight opening. It was amazing that after what he'd put inside her, she'd not only gone back to normal, but was still tight as ever. It slowly pushed in and out and her head fell back slightly, "More...more...more..." the teacher panted. Alex kept fucking her pussy with his skilled, long, tongue. He wanted her to cum for him. "You like this?" He asked through his tongue. It was muffled, but still quite easy to tell what he was saying. Just before she came, Alex stopped moving his tongue. She would have to grind her hips on it and make herself cum. "Come on Lilly! CUM FOR ME!" He commanded. He loved his power over her. Furthermore, he got an idea then, and knew that she would not be staying the night. But she would be addicted. "Y-yes," she panted as the tongue wiggled its way inside deep inside of her body. It touched places in her that no man was able to touch. She felt her body heating up. Hot and very wet. Her body tightened around his tongue as she neared the edge of her orgasm, but he stopped. The woman whimpered and panted as she squirmed against the tongue to try and get her release, "Ah, ah, ah..." she cried out as she rocked her hips against the thick muscle in her, "Oh god, yes..." her eyes closed, and she gripped his hand tightly as she came, "Ah!" her juices flowing out over his tongue as her muscles clenched down on it. "Oh yes. I love the taste of a women nectar." He said, slurping his tongue up. "Would you like to try and please me again?" He asked. Her answer did not really matter, but he found it funner when he broke his toys so that they wanted him. Even though she had gotten her orgasm, the fact that he was asking her to do something she felt the urge to do as he was asked. Lilly couldn't bring herself to deny him, "Yes. Yes, I will," she purred, leaning down and kissing his large hand, "Take me. Please take me." the demon smiled and said. "I can make it so that ti does not hurt as much." He said. Grinning. It took more out of him, but it was so fun watching his prey squirm with delight as the serpentine cock he had in his other form tried in them. Lilly would have been smart to have him make it to where it wouldn't hurt at much, but her mind wasn't clear, and she wasn't thinking properly. All she was thinking about was how good his rough skin felt against her bare body. His thick muscles and hard body made her warm. He held her in the palm of his hand. She sat up on her knees once more and ran her hands down between her legs, letting them get wet from her soaked sex. They then ran up over her ample breasts, "Just take me, Sire. Take me now. Slide me down your wonderful cock. Use me as your toy." The demon smiled. "I'll take that as a yes..." He placed Lilly on the ground and growled "Close your eyes." When she complied he started to... change... He shrank to about 9 feet tall, he lost his wings, and changed from red to green. He still had his rippling muscles and his tail, but his cock was unlike any cock she would see again. It was still long, about two feet, and segmented. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved around, seeming to wait to enter her. Lilly did as she was told without a complaint. She closed her eyes and waited. Her body shivered, and she wiggled her hips some as if she couldn't wait for him to enter her. A short time passed, and she became impatient, "May I open my eyes now? I want you. I need it, Sire. Furthermore, I need to see you, for you to take me," she bit her lower lip and raised her hips off the ground, her slit dripping wet with excitement. "Yes. You may open your eyes now." Alex said. With a wave of his hand, he made a bed, and he lay down on it. His segmented cock writhing back and forth in anticipation. Even with the control he held over her, when she opened her eyes to not see the human Alex or the very tall, demonic beast she was confused. Lille looked over the still rather tall, green monster. She'd kind of liked the way he was before, but found herself still attracted due to the fact that it was still him. Her eyes looked at his large length. It squirmed and wiggled in ways that she didn't think a cock could, "W-what happened?" she asked curiously as she slowly climbed onto the bed. "This form has always been my toys' favorite. It will give you little pain." He said. His cock moved and bent over to her breasts and started to rub them. He got up and pushed her to the bed and his two-foot cock moving back and forth, barely touching her slit. Lilly watched the slender cock slide over her body and started to rub her chest. It was very shocking to see it moving in such a way, "It's... It's...moving," she said curiously. Furthermore, it moved over her body and then slid down to her pussy. Furthermore, it nudged and rubbed along her slit. Lilly shuddered a little as it toyed with her clit. The blond could see why this form was enjoyable. To have a nice long cock that is able to move on own freewill was kinda nice, "Oh, Sire...that feels wonderful... Take me. Please." The demon smiled and flipped her over. He forcefully pushed his cock into her, it was amazing to say the least. Alex stayed still as his cock moved around inside her folds. Hit suddenly bent around and started to rub her G-spot like no other man could. Lilly took whatever rough handling the monster wanted to give her. She really didn't seem to mind it anymore. Her body reacted to his touched by warming up and becoming wetter as the head of his cock nudged her tight opening. Despite the size of what he'd already shoved in there, it was still tight as ever. The blond teacher moaned as he rammed the strange member into her cunt, "Yes, Master, take me!" she groaned loudly as it squirmed inside her. It felt so different. It rolled and turned inside her as if it were a sex toy and not a real cock. Furthermore, it rubbed harshly at the bundle of nerves inside her, and she nearly lost it immediately, "Oh god! More!" Lilly's hips rocked hard against the organ as it tormented her. Finally, she came again over his long member. Alex moaned in joy. ":You want more?" He asked. His segmented cock started to spin. His head clockwise, the segment behind it counterclockwise, the segment behind that clockwise and so on, each segment spinning in the opposite direction to the two sandwiching it. Alex let out a moan as he started to thrust into her as well, literally drilling her. "Fuck! Yes!" He groaned. "Yes...more... I want more..." Lilly groaned and tilted her head back, letting it roll over her shoulders from side to side as his member started doing things that she hadn't even been able to find a toy to do. It had been a long time since she'd done anything with a man, and she would have been happy with just Alex in his human form. Surprisingly, she was enjoying this greatly. The cock started to spin faster and faster as he thrust. Bringing her close to orgasm very quickly until Alex pulled out. The cock wrote as it listed with her juices and Alex grinned. "Turn around." He commanded Lilly panted and rocked her hips against the strange member eagerly. It felt great. No, it felt more than great. It was amazing. Nothing had made her feel like this before, "Master, master, master..." she panted eagerly as the monster brought her to the edge rather quickly, but just as easily denied her of her release. Alex yanked himself out, and she whimpered sadly and wiggled her hips a little as he demanded that she turn onto her stomach. Wanting her release she did as she was told and quickly repositioned herself on her stomach and clenched her fingers into the bedding, "Please... I need it..." Lilly raised her backside up and kept her head pressed into the firm bed. Alex laughed He cocks pushed against the asshole and dove in. This was very uncomfortable with its ridges and the cocks moving around the way only he could. He started to thrust into her tight hole and groaned in easy.

A Demon in disguise [EX]|rating:2.0

The Virgin Groom (closed for myself and Sexy_Curves)

Jacob Smith was many things, a student, a genuinely good guy, an aspiring filmmaker, the product of a slightly fractured home, and falling head over heels in love with Hadley. He was all those things, each of them he was proud of in his own way, they're having contributed to making him who he was. He was also a virgin. It was something he wasn't sure how to feel about. He had been raised religious, and that stopped the random high school flings, plus he hadn't looked like he did now back then. In college, he had been more interested in learning than screwing around. Plus, he couldn't bring himself to have a one-night stand. It wasn't anything against guys and girls who did, it simply wasn't him. Standing a shade over 6 feet tall, with jet black hair and hazel tending towards gray eyes, Jacob was decent enough to look at. He kept himself in shape, not just weight training, but cardio and flexibility were important to him. A hold over from days of martial arts as a young kid. Now, standing on Hadley's door step, he didn't feel like a good-looking guy of 26. He felt like a fumbling teenager. He had met her by accident almost, paying for something in a coffee shop when she'd forget her wallet. Furthermore, he was surprised when she asked him out. The date had gone well, they had talked easily, enjoyed the company, he'd even managed to get her to agree to go out again. She had seemed a little surprised when he'd kissed her cheek at the end of that night and then retreated to his apartment. They had moved to full on kissing, but Jacob was still nervous at the thought of sex. That wasn't the issue right now, right now he was planning on confessing that he had fallen hard for her. He glanced up, meeting her eyes, smiling shyly." Thanks for seeing me Hadley, I know we didn't have anything planned tonight, and I know you've got a busy schedule." Hadley Anderson had never planned on this happening. She had never planned on falling in love. Her dating history consisted of short term flings that had been purely physical. She couldn’t deny that it was a lifestyle she had come to enjoy, being able to go to bed with a man but not having the responsibility and restrictiveness of a relationship when she woke up in the morning. In fact, she even had rules to prevent herself from falling into a relationship. No back to back dates, no saying I love you, and they never went back to her apartment. It started to get too personal then. Things were different with him. They’d met at a café in the city when she’d realized she forgot her wallet, and he paid for her vanilla latte. She had planned on having a regular encounter with him, like she had with most men she met. She never expected she’d break all of her rules with him, one by one. Furthermore, she’d never expected to fall in love with someone so different from her, she'd never expected them to go out more than once and not have sex. Was he playing hard to get, or was there something more? She wasn't sure, but she was interested in finding out. She smiled when she heard the knock at the door, and got walked to the door, knowing it would be Jacob on the other side. Her smile grew when she saw him, his dark hair drawing emphasis to his wonderful eyes as he stood a good number of inches over her 5'6 frame. She'd been home from her job as a nurse at one of the larger hospitals in the city a little over an hour ago, and although she was tired, she was more than happy to agree to see him that night. Stepping aside and inviting him in, Hadley stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before shutting the door. "You know I've always got time for you" she said as they walked further into the house. Jacob knew Hadley wasn't too far removed from work, she looked tired, but happy too. He followed her into her place, admiring the sway of her hips. He tried not to stare too much, that was rude, but he had often found those swaying hips inhabiting his dreams." Look Hadley, I have no experience with this, so I'm going to say it." He took a deep breath, then locked eyes with her." I love you. I don't know when it happened, but I know I love you." It hung in the air for a bit, his heart accelerating while she digested the words, their meaning, the implications. Hadley and Jacob went into the kitchen. She walked to the stove and shut off the tea kettle, deciding that could wait. She leaned against the edge of the counter and looked up at him as he stepped to her. His first words concerned her, wondering just what it was he had to tell her. She slipped her hands to his, fingers interlocking between his. Their eyes locked, and she felt a little better, knowing now that whatever he said had to be a good thing. There was excitement and a little bit of trepidation within his eyes. She bit her lower lip and listened as he spoke, smiling softly at his words. She gently squeezed his hands and spoke to him, a smile still on her lips." Jacob, I don't know when I last said this to anyone, but I love you too. I'm falling for you. I haven't been in a relationship like this in years, and it scares me to open up to anyone, but I trust you with my heart" she told him. Honesty was a rarity for Jacob, not that he actively lied to others, he simply didn't spill his guts all the time. He figured it was one of the reasons he and Hadley had been so successful, he was honest about anything she wanted to know, but volunteered very little information. And now, here he was, spilling his guts to her. But it felt right. He pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers softly, slowly at first, the kiss gradually deepening as his arms wrapped around her tiny waist. Hadley smiled when his hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him. She brought her hands to his shoulders, holding onto him as their lips met, their soft kiss slowly becoming deeper. She shut her eyes, her body against his as he held her. Eventually their lips parted, both Hadley and Jacob taking a deep breathe, their eyes meeting again." You know, my day gets so much better when I see you" she said smiling again, hopping onto the counter, her hands finding his again. Jacob watched as she hopped onto the counter, her soft fingers winding into his. He knew he had to be sweating, he'd never been this close before. He'd made out a few times before Hadley, but nothing serious." Hadley, there's something else I think you need to know." He took just a shade of a step backwards so he could look at her face, that lovely face." I'm a virgin. Totally, I mean, I've kissed before, but no one's ever, touched me." He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his eyes dropped a little. Hadley's eyes never left Jacobs as he spoke to her. His words made her nervous again, unsure of what else there was to say. His words surprised her a little, and she rubbed her thumbs against his hands as she searched for her own words for a response." Jacob" she said softly, moving one hand to his chin, tilting his face back upwards to look into her eyes, her other hand still holding his. "Why are you blushing? There's no reason to be embarrassed about that." she whispered. She leaned forward to kiss his chin softly." I feel like I need to tell you this now" she said looking into her eyes, suddenly embarrassed about her past relationships, or lack there of with guys. "I've never really been in a relationship like what we've got" she said, looking at their hands, fingers still intertwined. "I mean, I've been with guys, more than a few really, but not exactly committed relationships. Actually, not committed at all" she told him, her face getting red now, hoping her past wouldn't scare him away. Jacob smiled, seeing a touch of pink her own cheeks eased his mind. She hadn't laughed, or made fun of him, a few others had in the past. He hugged her, leaning forward at the waist and putting his arms around her. The reality that she'd been with other guys didn't really bother him. Maybe it should have, but Hadley was with him right now. Before didn't matter too much. After all, with a dynamite body like hers, killer eyes, smile, it wasn't really a shock that she wasn't a virgin." Thanks for sharing that." He smiled at her, kissing her lips again." This might seem really rushed, but I've never been in love before." Jacob took her hands in his and smiled, "But, I'm sure we're right for each other, will you marry me?" Hadley looked up at Jacob when he moved his hands around her, hugging, moving closer to her body. Their eyes met before he kissed her, their lips meeting, their eyes closing. She loved the way they felt together, his hands holding her close as he spoke to her. She smiled softly as he took her hands in his, their fingers interlacing again as he continued speaking to her. His words took her by surprise, her jaw dropping slightly at his question. She had never thought she would get married, and the thought scared her a little bit. What if he changed his mind, decided she was too much of a slut because of her past. She was absolutely falling for him, and wasn't sure what she would do if something like that happened. Her love for him surpassed her fear by a mile, and she smiled, nodding as she looked into his eyes. She hopped off of the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him. "Thank you for loving me" she whispered, kissing his neck softly. "I don't deserve someone like you, but you make me so happy" Jacob hugged back, his arms around her waist. He was a little surprised she'd accepted, they hadn't discussed marriage in depth, a few passing references between them from time to time, but nothing serious. He didn't even have a ring." Tomorrow, we'll go ring shopping. I have some spending money saved up, and I want you to have something." He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping between her lips. It was deep and soulful, more than just their mouths mingling, their hands rubbing each other as they kneeled across from each other." Um, can I ask you something?" His face flushed a little as he spoke, "Would you mind terribly if we waited?" Hadley couldn't stop smiling. Maybe this relationship with Jacob was exactly what she had been missing. It didn't matter that he didn't have a ring, or that they hadn't discussed this very much in the past. She moved her hand to the side of his face, her fingers brushing against his skin softly as they kissed. It was more than the flirty, playful kisses they usually shared. They kissed now as two people in love, two people who were ready to share their lives with one another. She looked at him as he blushed again, asking her another question. Before she answered she kissed his chin and looked into his eyes." I don't mine at all" she answered softly, looking into his eyes. "I would never want you to do something you're uncomfortable with." She was too good to him. He knew Hadley was a sexual creature, despite neither of them talking about their sex lives, it was in the way she moved. It was nothing overt or inappropriate, but if you knew how to look you could tell she was very comfortable with sex. That she was willing to pause that meant a great deal to him. Jacob kissed her again, deep, but also soft, almost hesitant in some ways." Alright, tomorrow, ring shopping, then we can inform parents, siblings, and so on. I don't know if you have a date in mind, but sooner would be better." He blushed a little as he said the last, knowing that his mind was distinctly on her, naked, and lounging in bed with him. He wasn't experienced, but he wasn't an idiot either. But that was also secondary, he just wanted to be with her, every day, for the rest of his life. Hadley was ecstatic. She really couldn't remember a time in her life when she was happier than this very moment. Her lips met his again, a kiss that shared both intensity and hesitancy. Their hands met again as they mapped out plans for the next days. She wasn't sure what type of wedding Jacob had in mind, but something simple with just close friends and family was perfect for her. They would also be able to put it together sooner." I like sooner" she said smiling, wondering if she should ask that was formulating in her mind. She didn't want him to think she had anything up her sleeve to end up not waiting. "Did you want to stay here tonight?" she finally asked, looking into his eyes. "We don't have to do anything, I just thought maybe spending a night together..." She bit her lower lip, unsure of what his response would be. Stay the night? It was an odd possibility. He could tell she meant it sincerely, she wasn't applying pressure. It was just a question, they could spend the evening together. It was intriguing, just spending the night with her." Actually that sounds nice." He smiled, he hadn't really expected to find the idea so appealing, just being around her for the night without sex. Just, being with her." I didn't bring any clothes, will that be an issue?" She relaxed when she heard his answer. She was happy that he hadn't rejected the idea. "If it's not a problem for you, it's not a problem for me" she said softly, kissing his chin. Her eyes locked with his again and she smiled. Everything was so perfect, she never wanted this moment to end." Well my future husband" she said cheerfully. "What would you like to do tonight?" she asked him, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. It sent a sniper of pleasure to hear those words from her, that they'd be together. Unable to resist, he pulled her into his arms for a kiss before they sat on her couch together." If my future wife doesn't mind, we could just, watch a movie together." Jacob knew it was a little odd, but the pair of them hadn't watched television together alone. They'd been to movies and spent time in each other's homes, but just relaxing together, enjoying the company, it was very appealing to him right now. Hadley smiled as Jacob kissed her, still holding hands as they made their way to the couch in the living room. She curled up next to him, smiling at his suggestion." A movie sounds perfect" she said before kissing his cheek. "Anything in particular you'd like to watch?" she asked, hoping she had something they would both enjoy. Jacob looked through her selection of movies, surprisingly he found most to be to his taste. Which was odd, simply given his taste in movies. It didn't take long for him to find something though, an action romance that should be good for a few laughs." Nothing too heavy tonight I think." He popped it in and retreated to the couch, where Hadley had a blanket for them. He snuggled next to her, one arm around her shoulders, just enjoying being with her. Hadley pulled a blanket over her while Jacob selected a movie from her collection. She smiled when he joined her on the couch, fixing the blanket over both of them, his arm moving around her shoulders as they relaxed together. She rested her head against his shoulder and smiled a bit, realizing this was in fact that she had been missing for so long. While her eyes were focused on the television, her mind was going over all the things they would need to decide and start planning if they wanted to get married soon. It excited her, and she couldn't think of a better person to plan a wedding with than Jacob. Somewhere around the middle of the movie, Hadley's eyelids started to grow heavy, and she slowly drifted to sleep, cuddling close to her fiancé. It took Jacob a moment to realize Hadley was asleep next to him. He felt a moment of panic, what the hell was he supposed to do?! Realizing he was being silly, he calmed himself. He knew the basic layout of Hadley's apartment, he could just carry her to her room whenever he wanted to. In the meantime, he was enjoying her warmth against him too much for that. He shifted a little, letting them lay down so she wouldn't get a sore muscle. Her body was resting on top of his, he could feel her breasts laying on his abdomen as her head sat on his chest. Jacob had never really touched a woman before, and was sorely tempted to, but stopped himself. That wasn't the kind of thing he did. When the movie ended, Jacob wiggled from under her, then picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Unsure about dressing, he simply undid her pants. After a moments' hesitation, he figured sleeping in a bra couldn't be very comfortable. He fumbled with the clasp for a minute or so before finally unhooking it. He was careful to remove it without touching her breasts or shirt. It felt somehow wrong for his first view or contact to be with her asleep. He shed his pants and climbed in beside her, and in no time at all, he joined his beautiful future bride in slumber. Hadley never woke as Jacob carried her into her bedroom, and got her ready for bed. She slept soundly as he crawled into bed beside her as well. At some point during the night she woke up, startled at first about how she got into her bed, and who was in her bed with her. As soon as the fear entered her mind, it left, realizing last night's events really did happen, and it was her future husband sleeping next to her. She lay awake for some time, her mind going over everything they would need to do in the upcoming weeks, and how much everything was going to change for the better. Eventually she closed her eyes again, curling up next to Jacob. She kissed his neck softly before drifting back to slumber. Jacob slept soundly through the night. He woke before Hadley did, but made absolutely no movement. He was very content simply being beside her. His eyes drifted idly to the swell of her breasts as she breathed. As with most men, Jacob woke with an erection, and watching her bust rise and fall wasn't helping. Forcing his eyes away from the hypnotic rhythm of her breathing, he just watched her face. She was beautiful in slumber, and he could easily wake up like this every day for the rest of his life. Of course, that was exactly what he was planning on doing. Hadley woke when she felt the sun stream in through the partially opened blinds on the window. She opened her eyes and stretched her body, smiling when she saw him still laying there. She wondered how long he had been awake." Good morning my future husband" she whispered, kissing his chin softly and softly rubbing his chest. She had never enjoyed having someone in a bed with her as much as this morning. "How did you sleep?" she asked, cuddling against him as she woke up. The sight of Hadley's supple sumptuous body stretching did nothing to ease the ache in his loins, but he also couldn't have looked away if you'd paid him." I slept wonderfully. You're very comfy." He poked her sides teasingly, then kissed her forehead." Come on Hadley, much as nothing appeals more than staying in bed with you all day, we have shopping to do and relatives to inform." Hadley smiled and giggled when he poked her. "But I don't want to get out of bed" she whined, pouting and poking him back. I've never felt so good about waking up with someone before" she whispered, kissing him softly before groaning and sitting up. "I showered last night after work, feel free to take a shower if you'd like" she said, realizing they'd never stayed over at one another's homes, so they would need to leave some clothes at one another's place, unless they were going to move in together. She decided that conversation could wait." Anything in particular you'd like for breakfast?" she asked as she got out of bed and put on her pink robe. Jacob got up and stretched himself. He was grateful for her offer of a shower, if nothing else it would give him a chance to let his erection subside. She hadn't mentioned it yet, something he was actually grateful, for whatever reason he found it embarrassing." Whatever you usually have will work fine." Jacob walked into the bathroom and started the water running. He poked his head around the door again." Oh, and thanks. I fully intend to enjoy waking up to you every day." With that he slipped into the cascading water, letting it pound against his skin, the steam seeping into his pores as he enjoyed the shower. Hadley kissed him again before her moved towards the bathroom. She had just turned to walk out of her bedroom and go into the kitchen to make breakfast when Jacob popped his head out from behind the bathroom door to talk to her for a minute. She grinned at him before he shut the door to take his shower. Furthermore, she made her way to the kitchen and sliced some fruit and toasted some bread. Furthermore, she scrambled some eggs and sprinkled them with cheese when they were fully cooked. Furthermore, she was just putting the food onto two plates when Jacob joined her in the kitchen." I hope this is okay" she said, setting the two plates on the table. Jacob was sure to wash himself, though her body wash was definitely feminine smelling he applied it anyway. By the time he was finished his cock was no longer hard, and he smelled good again. He came out of the bathroom shirtless, wearing his jeans and rubbing his hair with a towel. A smile split his face at the smells that hit him, apparently Hadley was a good cook." Perfect babe, thank you." He pulled her against him for another kiss before they sat down to eat. While they ate, they talked about the day ahead, where they wanted to shop and who the needed to call mostly. Hadley smiled when Jacob moved his arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissing her again before they sat down to eat their first breakfast together as an engaged couple. She had never felt such excitement to be in a relationship before. She had butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't think of anything but spending the rest of her life with him. They talked about stopping at a drug store to pick up some things for when they spent nights at one another's homes, and some other stops, including a jewelry store to look at rings, and the very beginnings of wedding planning. When they were finished with breakfast, Hadley loaded the dishwasher and they both called their families, setting times later in the afternoon to sit down with them to talk to them about things. Hadley went into the bedroom and put on a denim skirt and a pink polo shirt and found a pair of sandals to wear. She did her hair and makeup quickly and returned to Jacob who had made himself comfortable in the living room. She kissed the back of his neck." Ready to go?" Jacob had to listen to his mother gush for a bit when he told her he was getting married. He motioned Hadley along as he listened to her. He finished putting away the dishes and such while she got ready. Finally free of his mom, he donned his shirt, a nice dark red button down, and gave a low wolf whistle when Hadley re-emerged." Killer as always. Yeah, I'm ready." Jacob drove them to the jewelry store first, as they traveled he told Hadley about his budget, nothing too extravagant, but he wanted her to be happy with the ring they chose. Hadley blushed a little at Jacob's whistle and comment. She smiled and hugged him, looking up into his eyes." You're not looking too bad yourself mister". They got into Jacob's car and drove to one of the jewelry stores in town, and sat down with a saleswoman to look at rings. After trying a few different styles, Hadley found the perfect ring. A modest princess cut diamond in white gold. The second it was slid onto her finger, she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from crying. She leaned over and kissed Jacob softly, smiling and more happy than she ever thought she could be." Thank you baby, it's absolutely beautiful" she whispered as he paid for it. Jacob was impressed with the saleswoman. They spent more time discussing style than price, something he was very grateful for. He knew the instant Hadley found the right ring, it matched her perfectly. It stretched the boundaries of his allotted money, but he would cut back elsewhere, watching her face was totally worth it." Hey, you deserve the best babe." As soon as they left the store he kissed her again. Soft this time, just an intimate moment with his fiancé. They spent most of that day doing the necessaries, marriage license, finding a location for both the ceremony and the reception. Finally done for the day, Jacob was tired." If I'd known it was this much work I'd have just flown us to Vegas." They were sitting in his car, holding hands in the parking lot of her building. Hadley knew the ring was more than Jacob was looking to spend, but she promised herself to cut back on other parts of the wedding so neither of them would be too overwhelmed by the cost of their wedding. She smiled when he brought his arms around her outside the store, kissing her softly, a kiss that only lovers can know. She hugged him tight, still unable to fully comprehend what had happened in the last 24 hours. They went to the city's courthouse and filed for their marriage license before driving to the church both of their families coincidentally belonged to, and arranged a date that was less than two months away. Hadley knew they would have to get everything planned quickly to be sure everything was ready, and they would have to send out invitations that weekend. They drove to a few different options for the reception. They settled for a park on the lake with a small building in the event of inclement weather. Both fees were lower because of the close date, which otherwise would have left both venues empty and without any revenue. Hadley and Jacob were both grateful for this. After stopping at her family's home to tell them the big news, they were both exhausted. Jacob drove them back to her building, and they sat in his car, holding hands silently for a minute." I can't wait to be your wife" she whispered, rubbing her thumb over his hand. "I can't start making invitations tonight" she said, thinking about all the crafting materials she had. "I hate to be presumptuous, but could I come up tonight?" During their day Jacob had found time to grab a change of clothes and his tooth brush. He had felt so good with Hadley the other night he wanted to do it again. It was almost embarking, and he felt a slight flush rise in his face as he asked. He rubbed her hand as well, admiring the smooth skin and lovely texture. On impulse, he brought it to his lips and kissed it." I mean, I can't let you do invitations all on your own." Hadley smiled at his question, and the way he blushed when he asked. She grinned at him and bit her bottom lip, making it look as he really needed to think about his question before giving him an answer. Her smile grew again when he kissed the back of her hand, before coming up with a reason he should stay over." You're more than welcome to stay any time you like" she answered him gently squeezing his hand. "How are you with a pair of scissors and glue?" she asked as they got out of his car, making their way up to her apartment. "Scissors and glue, oh, I'm a total pro with them. My first grade teachers gave me glowing reviews." He couldn't help a smile as he opened the door for Hadley. He followed her up to her room, eyeing the sway of her hips. It was wrong for him to Google her like that, even if they were getting married. Still, he couldn't help himself, she was too damn hot." I know weddings are all about the bride, so anything you want, just say so. I'm ok with almost anything you'd like to do." Hadley smiled and kissed his cheek as they walked to her apartment. "Then I think you're perfect for the job" she said as she unlocked her door and went to a closet, pulling out a large box of scrap booking supplies and moved into the living room, sitting down on the floor and started a sample invitation." I really want it to be simple" she said "nothing too big or expensive, I want to have my attention on you, not if the doves are released at the right time, or if the ice sculpture is melting too quickly". She handed him a pair of scissors and a stencil. "Time to get busy sir" she said as she pulled out her calligraphy pens. The pair worked for a few hours until they found a suitable design. Like most of what they were planning to this point it was simple but elegant. Hadley had a gift for calligraphy, her letters were flowing and elegant." You could make money doing that you know." Jacob grinned at her as he focused on not botching anything horribly on his end until they both started yawning. Hadley and Jacob worked together to make a good share of the invitations they would need, and they turned out exactly how she pictured them to look. After a while, she put the cap back on her pens and stretched, yawning and looking over at her fiancé." I think the rest of these can wait until tomorrow" she said putting the finished invitations on the coffee table. "What do you say we watch a movie in bed?" she suggested, standing up and stretching again. Jacob grinned at her." Sounds lovely." Despite himself, he watched her stretching. She was so damn sexy, even when she didn't mean to be. It was intoxicating, to see her stretch, her breasts push against the fabric of her shirt, her back arching. He was too lucky." I picked last night, so your turn." Hadley smiled and went into the kitchen to wash her hands. She came back into the living room and picked out a movie similar to what they had watched the previous night, something she thought they would both enjoy. She kissed his cheek as they walked into her bedroom. Walking to the TV, she slipped the DVD into the player and turned on the TV before going into the bathroom and changing out of her clothes, putting on a shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. She brushed her teeth and put her hair up in a messy bun before walking back out into the room, and getting under the blanket in her bed, waiting for Jacob before she started the movie. Jacob again let out a wolf whistle when he saw Hadley. This was a sight he could definitely get used to in a hurry. Deciding to be playful, he cocked his head to the side, watching her legs." Remind me again how I got so lucky?" Before she could answer he slipped into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, changed into sweats and a wife beater, then came back out. He climbed in beside Hadley and snuggled her against him. Furthermore, he kissed her nose playfully. Hadley blushed again at Jacob's whistle and flirty comment. She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned as he walked into the bathroom. She was wondering the same thing about how she ever wound up with someone as wonderful as him. She smiled as he joined her in bed, and cuddled closer to him, giggling as he kissed her nose. "One thing you're going to learn pretty quick about me, I rarely make it through a movie before falling asleep if I'm in bed" she said as she pressed play, letting her body relax against his. "All the more opportunities to take advantage of you my sweet." Jacob wiggled his eyebrows at her, his arms wrapping around her waist and holding her close to him. It was easy to relax around Hadley, to just relax, to enjoy her warmth, her scent. He knew she'd had relationships, but she exuded no sexual pressure, at least not to him. As the movie played over his thoughts, he kissed her neck softly." I can't wait to call you my wife." Hadley grinned at his comment, curling up against him as they cuddled, his arms holding her close to him. She had never felt so relaxed with anyone before, and never expected to feel this way." I never expected anyone to say that to me" she whispered, her hand gently rubbing the back of his neck while he kissed her neck softly. "Thank you for taking a chance on me" "Chances are good. Especially when they pay off this wonderfully." Jacob stroked her hair softly as they dozed in and out a little. It was so comfortable, so relaxing to be with her. To feel her curled against him, he couldn't wait for the wedding. He felt a pang of anxiety in the back of his mind, but quashed it. He could worry about other things later, for now he was with his wonderful fiancé. Hadley's eyes closed as they cuddled together, a soft content sigh escaping her lips when Jacob started gently stroking her hair. The happiness she felt when they were together was unreal to her until now. She had never believed in romance, or love at first sight, but this was pretty close to it. There was a small part of her that worried she would do something to screw it all up, that Jacob wouldn't be able to look past her history. She knew she was overthinking everything. She loved him, and would never risk what they had together. A relationship like this was too hard to find to jeopardize it. Jacob was a little surprised that he fell asleep before Hadley tonight, normally he was a night owl. Still, it had been a busy day, so some degree of fatigue was more than understandable. Plus the added comfort of her warm body against his. It was perfect. When he woke up, Hadley was already up. Going along with his night owl theme, he definitely wasn't a morning person. If her never woke before noon he'd be a happy man. Still, waking up to the sight of Hadley bent over, rummaging through her closet was enough to compensate it." I love the view, but what are you looking for?" Hadley watched Jacob sleep for a few moments, rubbing the back of his neck gently with fingertips. She kissed his forehead before closing her eyes and cuddling against him and falling asleep. She woke early in the morning when the sun streamed in through the blinds on the window, smiling when he was still asleep. Furthermore, she kissed his forehead again before slipping out of bed and going to shower. Furthermore, she put on her bra and panties afterward, and went through her closet to look for her black Bermuda shorts, and not having any luck in finding them. Furthermore, she bent over and started going through the things on the bottom of her closer, jumping when she heard Jacob's voice asking what she was looking for. She grinned and stood up, turning around to look at him. He looked so comfortable in their bed. "Well good morning to you too" she said playfully, jumping back into bed and kissing him playfully on the lips. "I'm looking for a certain pair of shorts, so I can run to get us bagels and coffee, but I'm not having much luck, so I might have to switch to another outfit idea" she said before kissing his nose." Any preferences on bagels or coffee?" she asked, switching to a different pair of shots and pulling on a white shirt. She slid on her flip-flops and put on her engagement ring, smiling when she looked at her hand. Jacob smiled at Hadley, catching her as she climbed in beside him. This was a lovely situation, just enjoying her company in the morning." Blueberry, and hot chocolate." As Hadley slipped out, Jacob climbed into the shower, again letting the steam soak into his pores. He liked being here with Hadley, feeling intimate, like a couple. It wouldn't be long before they were married and this was the norm for them. Never in his dreams did he imagine himself married to a beautiful woman like Hadley. Hadley kissed him again before grabbing her keys and her wrist let off of the dresser. "Blueberry bagel and a hot chocolate it is" she repeated, smiling at him as she left. She walked down the stairs and into the garage to her parking spot and got into her car. She drove to the bakery a few miles away and ordered one blueberry bagel, one cinnamon sugar bagel, a hot chocolate, one vanilla caramel latte, and a small tub of plain cream cheese. After parking her car back at her building and going upstairs, she got back just as Jacob was walking out of the bedroom. "Breakfast is served" she said waving the bag with the and cream cheese bagels before setting it don on the table with the carrier holding their drinks. The days passed like that for the two of them for over a week. They spent nights together more often than not, kissed, teased, met with their families, cursed liberally at times, all the usually stuff associated with a wedding. Now Jacob stood in a tux, looking down the aisle, trying to crane his neck waiting for Hadley to appear. He was nervous, no question, but also had no doubts. He wanted to be with her, there was no one else. Hadley and Jacob spent at much time together as was possible for the next couple of weeks while they planned things for the wedding. This time was filled with a variety of emotions, happiness, complete stress, nervous anticipation, and everything in between.Finally, it was the day of their wedding. Hadley and her close friends were getting ready, their hair and makeup done, they put on their dresses and made their way to the back of the church, waiting for the music to begin. Hadley's dress was elegant and simple, just the way she wanted everything about the wedding to be. She picked up her flowers and took a deep breath, wanting to be holding hands with Jacob right now.Finally, the wedding march began, and she watched as the flower girl and ring bearer walked down the aisle, then the three brides maids. She smiled when it was finally her turn, appearing in the doorway of the church, and taking another deep breath as she took her first step towards becoming Jacob's wife. After what felt like an eternity, she was finally standing there, beside him, their hands meeting, fingers interlacing as their guests sat down, and the priest began the ceremony. Jacob hadn't seen the dress. Hadley and their mothers had insisted on that. It may have been silly in many ways, but Jacob had grown up knowing a wedding was all about the bride. So he took it with good humor. It had driven him to distraction at times. But he definitely knew it was worth it. It was perfect, elegant, it highlighted everything good about her body and face. He had no idea where it came from, but Hadley was beautiful in it. The comforting warmth of her hand slid into his, and he lost himself in her eyes. He'd always found her attractive, but today she was glowing. That was the only word to describe it, she just glowed. The words meant nothing, they were a low hum in the background as he just looked at her. He almost missed his cue, which would have been bad, but he caught just enough to know when he was to speak." I do." Hadley smiled at Jacob, squeezing his hand gently. The world outside of him meant nothing to her right now. Despite the family and friends watching them join their lives together, and the priest speaking mere inches from them, all she could focus on was him. Her fiancé, who in just a few more minutes would be her husband. She took a deep breath and smiled again when Jacob said I do, and focused in on the priest's words, proudly and happily repeating those words herself." I do." Her hand trembled as she slid the simple band onto his left ring finer, a tear of happiness slipping down her cheek. The wedding bands were simple platinum, but Jacob had gone out of his way to find one's that matched her engagement ring. The search had been slightly exasperating at times, but now as the band slipped over her finger, it was definitely worth it. Unable to totally help himself, he leaned in and kissed her just before the priest gave him permission. The kiss was better somehow, than any other they'd shared. This was their first kiss as husband and wife. Mindful of the audience, they didn't kiss long, but they shared all their emotions in it." Love you my beautiful bride." Hadley gently wrapped her arm around him as they kissed, celebrating their new marriage. Her entire body was alive with a spark she'd never felt before. She was married now, something she had never expected for herself." And I love you my wonderful husband" she whispered as the recessional began to play, and they processed out of the church with their family and friends clapping and taking pictures of the newlyweds. The couple wound their way through the relatives and friends, neither able to stifle their smiles. Their hands always together, pausing only for moments to pose before they slipped into the limo that was outside. Both were laughing as the car started up. Jacob kissed her again, smiling at his gorgeous wife. They both removed some excessive clothing, they did still have the reception to deal with." Ready?" Hadley smiled at her husband when they stopped to take pictures as they made their way to the limo waiting for them outside the church. They sat together and smiled before kissing each other, a little deeper, the kiss lasting longer than during their ceremony. Even while they kissed it was difficult for Hadley to stop smiling. She had never felt the happiness that she felt today. She kissed him again before carefully taking off her veil. Furthermore, she knew that her mother and mother-in-law would bustle the back when she got to the reception. She took his hand again and kissed him, nodding in response to his question." I'm ready" she said, smiling as the limo slowed to a stop. Ready. Was there really a ready? Still, vows had been said, the point of cold feet had passed a bit ago. Taking Hadley's hand again, then couple left the limo and entered the reception hall. The next bit, far too long in Jacob's opinion, were devoted to congratulations as the obligatory wedding reception line trolled passed them." Did we really invite this many people?" Jacob spoke in a low whisper to Hadley during a moment between shaking hands and hugging. Hadley took Jacob's hand and walked with him into the reception hall, standing between the door and the tables, smiling as their mothers came over to congratulate them. They quickly moved to Hadley's dress and bustled the back so it didn't drag on the floor. She and Jacob spent what felt like hours greeting all the guests, hugging and shaking hands, talking to more people than she could remember. A small grin spread over her lips at Jacob's question. She moved closer and kissed his cheek before whispering back"No, our mothers did" and kissing him again.Finally, they moved on from the reception line and began mingling around, speaking to their close friends and family for a short while. Jacob had to stifle a giggle at her words. There wasn't anything he could do about it, except grin and accept the congratulations of well-wishers. Some of these people he hadn't seen in a long time, but apparently were dredged up by his mother's correspondence list. He swore if he ever had a daughter he'd never let Hadley put her through this.Finally, the line ended, and the couple could mingle freely. Jacob never lost track of Hadley with his eyes, throwing her winks and kisses whenever their eyes locked. Finally, though they were called to enjoy their first dance together. Jacob wasn't a gifted dancer, but he'd worked on not falling over himself while they'd done preparations, so hopefully this wouldn't be a total catastrophe. Hadley and Jacob mingled through the large room of people separately, catching up with old and new friends, their gazes constantly locking, bringing smiles to each other's face. Just at the right moment, they were called to the dance floor, to have their first dance as husband and wife. Hadley smiled when Jacob moved to her, his hands resting on her lower back. She brought her arms around his neck, hands resting atop one another on back of his neck. She looked into his eyes and smiled, realizing that she would get to spend the rest of her life with him. "I love you" she whispered as the music started, a song they had both selected to be their song. She thought about the night she had walked in on him practicing dancing in her kitchen while she took a shower after work, and kissed his lips. "Looks like all that practice paid off" she whispered in his ear before winking at him. Jacob couldn't resist a grin of his own at her words, also very grateful he'd devoted time to dancing. He kissed her again when the song ended, unable to keep the smile from his lips. The dance floor opened up and Jacob quietly found a sandwich he could much. He might have practiced, but he wasn't big on dancing in public if he could help it. Hadley did convince him to dance wither her a little more until things finally started winding down. Finally, it was just close family and the couple excused themselves for the night. Hadley smiled as the song ended, Jacob kissing her again. She smiled as they moved across the room to the head table where they joined their wedding party in eating dinner before the main dancing and music started. She knew Jacob disliked dancing, and she didn't want him to be comfortable the entire night. Furthermore, she kissed him as they finished dinner and promised him she wouldn't ask him to dance too often. Her mother had told her that she wouldn't really have much time to dance at the wedding, with all the guests wanting to speak to her and catch up with her, something she enjoyed. The new couple danced a final dance when most of the guests had left. They said goodnight to close family and friends that were still present, and were both reminded about gift opening at a restaurant both mothers enjoyed the next afternoon before leaving together in the car they had left in the hall the night before. They pulled into the lot of her apartment complex and moved through the lobby into the elevator and up to their apartment. Jacob paused as they got into the elevator. It was the first time he actually thought about the events to come. As much as he wanted Hadley, he was nervous. He was fairly sure on some level that it was mostly in his head, but the notion of finally losing his virginity kind of unnerved him just a touch. He kissed her again anyway, he didn't doubt that she loved him. Furthermore, he only worried about looking like a fool. When the doors opened on their floor, he scooped her up into his arms." Tradition right?" With a slightly lopsided grin he carried his slightly blushing bride across the threshold. Hadley smiles as Jacob kissed her before picking her up and carrying her over the threshold. She slipped her arms around him, looking into his eyes and smiling as the adorable grin he had on his face. She stood gracefully as he carefully lowered her back to the ground. Furthermore, she kissed him deeply and hugged him tight after he closed the door to their apartment." I hope tonight wasn't too unbearable for you" she whispered in his ear before kissing him again. "For me, it was totally worth it to be able to call myself your wife" Jacob grinned back at Hadley and returning her kiss." Not even close when the reward is this sweet." He kissed her again, deeper, his baser passions rising up through their joined lips. Still, this was right, she was his wife. His hands slide down her back, the instinct to bare her strong before he found the zipper." Promise to be patient with me tonight?" Hadley smiled at her husband, kissing his neck softly now as his hands found the zipper on her dress. She felt his fingers tremble slightly against her skin, and knew this would all be new for him. She looked into his eyes at his next words before she nodded and stepped closer to him, kissing him softly again." I promise" she whispered. "We'll go with whatever pace your comfortable with"She kissed him again and looked into his eyes. "I'll go change out of my dress" she said before moving into the bedroom and closing the door. She hung up the dress and slipped into the white silk night gown she'd bought for tonight. She lit a few candles around the bedroom before opening the door and smiling at him. Jacob breathed a slight sigh for relief at her words. He'd spent some time doing some research, careful to avoid outrightly pornographic stuff in favor of things he could use. He was still nervous, but knowing Hadley made it easier. Much of his worries were melted away by her attitude and her love. When she slipped into their bedroom he sighed, nervous despite himself. He shed the accessories of his tux, the jacket, shoes, tie, and tried to calm his nerves. Just about the time he was feeling good about himself, she opened the door. Jacob was sure his eyes dropped from his skull. He'd seen Hadley in skimpy clothing before, but this was so very different. The night gown was short, sinfully short in fact. The neckline was low enough for him to Google her cleavage, her nipples poking against the material. He could feel his heart pound and his breath catch." Wow." It was all he could say seeing her like that, knowing she was his and he was hers. It was perfect. Hadley Smiled and blushed at Jacob's reaction. She walked over to him and slid her arms around him, her fingers resting gently on the back of his neck. She looked into his eyes before kissing him softly. She hugged him close, resting her body against his." I love being able to call you my husband" she whispered before kissing him again, her hands slipping from around his neck to his hands. If his mind was totally focused he'd have analyzed the difference between when they cuddled and the way she pressed her body into his now. Despite the acts being almost identical, there was absolutely no mistaking the difference. His body responded accordingly to the new situation. Jacob kissed her again, letting her walk backwards, pulling him oh so willingly into the bedroom. His nerves were still there, just slightly different. He was a bit more excited than nervous as their embrace parted so he could start undressing." I love you being able to call me that Hadley. I think I could listen to it forever." Hadley smiled as he moved with her to their bed, their arms around one another. She looked into his eyes as he pulled back to undress, smiling at his words. She kissed him again as they moved onto the bed. Her lips moved down his jaw to his neck, kissing and nipping softly." I love you Jacob" she whispered. Jacob shed his shirt and pants, his erection obvious under the material of his boxers. He was a little ashamed of this, well, that wasn't the right word. He just didn't quite know what to make of it, the whole situation." I love you too Hadley, you'll have to help me out here a little bit." He left his underwear on for the time being and kissed her again. His hands slide down her side, paused a moment, then rested on the swell of her ass." I know virgin guys take some patience." Hadley kissed Jacob's chin as he spoke to her, reminding her she'd need to help a little bit. She looked into his eyes and pressed her index finger to his lips." Shhhh" she said softly, "We'll go slow together, experience everything together. It's just us, husband and wife, no judgement, no rush, we've got all night"Her eyes never moved from his, her hands resting on his shoulders gently as she leaned in to kiss him again. Her words, her voice, her touch, it all slipped into his mind like warm oil and calmed him. They had all night, every night, for the rest of their lives. That knowledge further eased the pressure he had so willingly placed on himself." Alright Hadley, thank you." Jaob just kissed her for a bit, rubbing her bottom and her thighs until he was comfortable touring her intimately. It felt good, her soft warm skin under his fingers, her lips on his. Slowly he pressed her closer to his body, his erection poking into her midriff as they moved closer and closer together. Hadley smiled when she felt Jacob relax against her, his hands slowly moving over her body. She could sense he was still nervous, but that he was growing mot comfortable with it as they progressed. She slowly laid back, her arms draping around his neck, kissing him softly. Her hips rubbed against his body as he slowly moved above her, his erection pressing against her thigh as she gently started to grinding her his against him, moving slowly, looking into his eyes." Anything you want, or need tonight" she whispered to him "Tell me, I want this to be a perfect night for both of us" she added, kissing him softly, and looking into his eyes. Anything he wanted? That was different, Jacob had no experience, and honestly hadn't thought too much about this. Well, he'd thought about the act, but not the specifics beyond avoiding embarrassment." If something beyond you comes to mind, I'll let you know." Slowly her night gown raised over her hips as his body leaned between her thighs. He still had to shed his boxers, but for the moment it didn't matter. He could feel her heat pulsing against his body as his lips found hers again." Maybe you could be onto Hadley? I'm worried about missing, or going too fast. Just, the first time, could you guide me?" Hadley smiled at his first comment, purring softly as he kissed her again. She looked into his eyes at his request and nodded. "Of course darling" she said before kissing him as she moved to the side while he laid on the bed. She moved to him, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him, her hands gently rubbing his chest." I want you to know, there's nothing you need to be worried about" she told him, pausing for a moment. "There's nothing that could happen tonight that will make me love you any less, I won't laugh at anything that happens. I love you, and I want you to be as relaxed and comfortable with everything we do as possible" she explained, looking into his eyes and smiling softly. That was a relief, knowing that she promised not to laugh. It was a chronic fear of his, reaching this moment and being laughed at. But he loved Hadley, and trusted her. Watching her slide over him, her sexy legs parting and sitting on him. Her weight was comfortable as she relaxed on his thighs, his erection evident under the material of his underwear. He moaned softly when her fingers caressed his chest." Please, let me see you Hadley." His fingers were already at the hem of her night gown, raising it, eyes feasting on every delicious inch of flesh revealed. **stupid double posts** Hadley leaned down to kiss him again, her fingers meeting his at the hem of her night gown. She sat up slowly and pulled the soft fabric up, over her body, tossing it over the bed. She took a deep breath, her body fully exposed to Jacob for the first time. She blushed slightly, her cheeks a gentle shade of pink. Furthermore, she slowly started to rock her hips, in a smooth, deliberate motion, looking into his eyes. Jacob gasped softly at the sight of Hadley in all her naked glory." You're perfect." He reached up, hesitantly, almost timidly, cupping her breasts in his hands. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he definitely liked the feel. Her breasts were soft, warm, had a pleasant weight as he lifted them. He squeezed gently, his fingers trailing along the skin until they reached her nipples. Just then her hips rocked against him and he gasped. He still wore his boxers, but her motion had pressed her sex against his balls and the base of his cock." I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to last very long my beautiful wife." It was a dilemma. He wanted badly to take her, but he was far too much on edge. The feel of her grinding near his erection, her warm perfect tits in his hands." Maybe you could, you know, make me cum? Just to get the first one out of the way." Hadley smiled when Jacob moved his hands to her breasts, happy that he felt comfortable enough to touch her, to explore her body. She watched the expression on his face as she moved her hips, looking into his eyes as he spoke to her, with a suggestion. Hadley leaned down to kiss him again before looking into his eyes and nodding." Of course my wonderful husband" she whispered. Although she wouldn't ask, she wondered if he had ever experienced oral sex. Slowly and gracefully, she moved from her current position to kneeling between his legs. She slipped her thumbs into his boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs. Her finer wrapped around his erect shaft before bringing her lips around the head of his cock. Slowly she took more of his cock between her lips, sucking softly, slipping her tongue along his length. Jacob was grateful when Hadley agreed. He'd never been touched by a woman down there, and his nerves were starting to fire up again. When Hadley slipped his underwear down his legs, he couldn't help by blush. He started to stammer something, he was sure he wasn't too big, average from what he'd seen in gym showers. But Hadley didn't say anything. She just gripped the base and leaned forward. The shock of the different sensations actually pushed his orgasm back."Oh, God!." Jacob couldn't quite process what was happening as Hadley slowly took his very hard cock into her mouth. It didn't take long for the pleasure to overcome the newness of the sensations." Hadley, I can't, I'm gonna-"His thought were shut off as suddenly he came. His cock jerked and spurted into her mouth after only a few moments of her very talented tongue working his erection. Hadley was gentle, her free hand gently rubbing his body, wanting her husband to be as comfortable as he could be. She'd never been with someone she loved, and she'd never been with someone so inexperienced. It was a new experience for both of them, an experience she was happy to share with him. She could feel his body tense as he spoke, and suddenly felt him cum. She continued her actions on his shaft, swallowing each ribbon of cum that entered her mouth. Her hands both moved to his body, holding onto him, fingers caressing him through his first orgasm with her. Slowly, as his orgasm began to subside, Hadley slid her lips from around his shaft. She moved back towards him on their bed and nuzzled his neck, her hands rubbing at his shoulders. Jacob was grateful for her hands on him as he started to climax. Vaguely he was aware this was his first orgasm caused by someone else. Mostly he felt her touch, the mild suction of her mouth as she swallowed hi cum, her hands keeping him grounded. He sighed softly as her mouth left him, the change in temperature making him gasp softly. He felt her nuzzle him, his arms going around her." Wow. Is it always that good?" Hadley smiled as Jacob's hands moved around her. She kissed his neck and jaw softly before looking into his eyes." I want it to be great for you every time" she whispered in response to his question. She wondered if he needs a break before starting again, so she cuddled against him, subtly rubbing her hips against him and kissing his chest and neck. Jacob had been a little paranoid about this night, he would openly admit as much if asked. He had done research, but the vast majority of it left him as Hadley softly kissed him and ground against him. The effect his gorgeous wife had on him was very obvious. His body, mind, he had been waiting for this night. His body spent about a minute in a state of semi arousal before her soft kisses and the heat between her legs had his cock swelling and hard in no time." If you don't mind, maybe you could, you know," he blushed a little. He was totally comfortable with Hadley, but not all the terminology hadn't come to him just yet. Fortunately Hadley seemed to understand him. Hadley kissed Jacob again as he spoke to her. She smiled and nodded, moving gracefully, straddling him again. She leaned down to kiss his neck and his jaw before meeting his lips again, her hands resting gently on his chest. She looked into his eyes and smiled, slowly lowering her hips, moaning softly when the head of his shaft slipped inside of her. Furthermore, she slowly continued to move lower, her pussy gently enveloping his shaft. When he was completely inside of her, Hadley began to gently rock her hips, sighing softly at how perfectly they completed one another." Baby, if you need me to do anything, or want to try anything, don't be afraid to say so, I want this to be perfect for both of us" she whispered before leaning forward to kiss him again. Jacob sighed with relief and arousal as the gorgeous body straddled him. He could watch that scene forever, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she sat onto of him, the heat from her sex radiating onto his turgid erection. This was heaven, it had to be, there could be nothing better than this. He gasped softly at the touch of her engorged lips. God, she was so soft. Gently she lowered, the spongy head of his erection pressing against her entrance. She took her time, lowering herself onto his throbbing cock. The velvety grip of her walls was like nothing he'd ever felt. It was different, but so exquisite, it was almost painful, but he couldn't get enough. Finally, she was settled onto him." Oh, Hadley, that's so good." His eyes were closed as she started rocking her hips. As perfect as she felt, he didn't feel a tingle of orgasm yet. He'd read that sometimes guys had difficulty cumming their first time, the feeling was just so different they couldn't go all the way. It was a feeling he started to understand, but wasn't worried too much. He raised his hips a little, then dropped them. Hadley stood still as he slid down, gasping aloud at the sensation of her walls pulling at his heated flesh." Yes, I will. Though I can't think of anything better than this." Jacob spoke the truth at the moment, later he could turn his attentions to other positions, things, for now he just loved the feel of being inside her." Let's take it slow right now, I want to savor this." Hadley smiled softly when she looked at Jacob. Her hands moved to his chest, fingers gently running along his skin as her hips moved slowly, fluidly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as his lifted his hips to meet her, her hips still moving steadily. She moaned softly as he gasped, his length filling her perfectly." We'll go slow" she whispered, "we'll only go as fast as we both feel is right" she said, leaning forward to kiss his neck gently. Jacob captured her face with his hands and kissed her deeply. He propped himself up against the pillows, it removed a bit of his thrusting power but also kept his view unobstructed. His hands slid down her sides, coming to rest naturally on her hips as she slowly ground against him. The sensations were incredible, and his eyes closed reflexively to savor every little detail that pulsed into his mind. His lips found Hadley's neck as his hips rose with her, relishing at the tug of her skin against his. Slowly, in perfect synchronization, they sped up. Hadley looked into his eyes when his hands moved to her face, their kiss deep and loving. She smiled as his hands slowly slid down her body, resting on her hips while she fluidly moved with his thrusts. She leaned down to kiss him again as his eyes closed, and moaned softly in his ear when his lips moved to her neck. Their movements were perfect together as their thrusting sped up, her back arching slightly as their first experience together continued in a more perfect way than she could have imagined. Jacob, moaned softly, he and Hadley were kissing and licking each other's necks, their soft sounds of passion whispered directly into each other's ears. They were about as close as you could get. He wanted to last, and Hadley's earlier demonstration of oral sex definitely pushed back his fuse, but he was still getting closer and closer. He was worried about cumming too quickly. Her whispered words, just sweet nothing's really, kept him calm. If he did, he did, right now he just wanted this to go on and on. The couple moved together, accelerating slowly, bringing each of them closer and closer as their lips met again in a deep kiss. Hadley closed her eyes and moaned softly, her lips moving along Jacob's neck and jaw while her hips continued to rock, her body moving slowly, deliberately with his, their movements gradually gaining speed and intensity. Her lips found his, her hand moving to his neck, fingertips rubbing his flesh gently as her tongue danced with his, her body pressed tightly to his. Jacob couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this. He was panting softly, but that was getting worse and worse as he moved closer to his inevitable release." Oh, I'm gonna..." Was all he got out. His hips arched harder up and with a soft cry of pleasure his balls pulled further up, and he came in a wave of pleasure that washed over him. Hadley continued rocking her hips gently, her hands rubbing Jacob's chest as she pulled back from the kiss, giving them both the chance to take a breath again. She began milking his shaft, smiling at his few words. She leaned her head back and moaned softly when she felt him fill her, his body tense beneath her as she came, her hips bucking against him in delight. It took Jacob a few minutes to fully recover himself. He'd never felt something quite that intense, and his heart was slowly returning to a semi normal rhythm. Hadley was still sitting on him, her velvet walls cradling his cock in the aftermath of his orgasm." Wow. Oh, shit, I'm sorry, did you um..." He felt some of the blood that had been residing in his groin flush to his face. Hadley leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry about me right now" she whispered. "I wanted it to be about you feeling amazing." She meant every word. Knowing she could make him feel good was just as rewarding as any physical experience. "The night's still young, so there's still time" she added, kissing his lips softly.

The Virgin Groom (closed for myself and Sexy_Curves)|rating:4.0

Devil's Trap (Panda and Dogged)

The sun glowed orange behind the trees in the middle of the woods, shining brightly on the small cabin in ragged streaks. There was rapid movement inside the house. A female running back and forth frantically, seemingly checking the locks on all the doors and windows. If only a dead bolt would keep her problems at bay, she'd be all set. But she wasn't. A few more minutes of racing around gave way to an incredible stillness, not a sound coming from the shack. It didn't matter though, and she knew that. If any ofthemhad followed, it would only be a matter of time. The night before, Elsa had kissed her parents good night, said good night to her older brother, and then tucked in her baby brother. She had gone upstairs, shut her door, and the proceeded to pack everything valuable she owned so she could leave in the night. See, she didn't grow up in a normal family, and she had known that her parents did something strange from a very young age. Her father would disappear for weeks at a time, and come back all bruised and scratched up. And from the time she started asking questions, they had told her the truth. Daddy fights monsters, and so does mommy. So, naturally, as she grew up, she got involved in it as well. But there was something else about her that no one knew, which was causing her problems at the moment. When she was fifteen, out of the blue she could hear voices. And at first, she thought she was crazy. I mean, who wouldn't? It wasn't constant, but it would come on strong. And at first, she couldn't understand it. It just sounded liked someone muttering underwater. But the more she focused on it, the more she listened, she could hear them talking. She didn't know who they were, but they were speaking of things that startled her. Things that made her nervous. And before long, a certain group of monsters got hold, somehow, of what she could do, and they wanted her bad for it. It started with this guy who had been following her for weeks. She had known he was bad news, which is why she drew a devil's trap in front of her door, and her window. When the thing came inside, he was trapped, and she got to work getting rid of him. Being a hunter and all, demons came after you sometimes. It wasn't usually a big deal; Most had bigger fish to fry and didn't really want to meddle with her. But this one had told her surprising news. They were coming for her, because they wanted to use her little gift. He shed light on who it was that was speaking, and after exorcising him and disposing of the dead man's body, sheer panic set in. She could hear angels. Real live angels, talking somewhere, and she could hear them. And while that in itself wasn't terrifying, the thought of demons coming for her and her family didn't sit well. And with them being hunters, she couldn't tell them what was going on. They'd want to help her fight them off, but she wasn't getting them killed. So she packed up and slipped out the window, walking down to the car she had parked in the woods before taking off quietly. Once she had gotten to the cabin, which was about ten hours drive away from her home, she started salting everything. Every doorway and windowsill. Every entrance to the room she was in. There was even a circle of it around her chair, making sure that nothing was going to get to her. However, in her haste and exhaustion, she didn't notice that because of the draft and the cracks in the flooring that the salt lines were no longer solid on many of the doorways. She was a sitting duck, and worse, she thought she was safe for the time being. At least the surrounding circle was intact. The blonde through herself back in her chair, running her hand through her short, choppy hair as her emerald eyes finally shut. She could relax for a minute, finally. She was enjoying the silence when, all of a sudden, the voices started again. Louder than ever. It made her world spin, and she fell out of her chair and onto the floor, her sneaker breaking the solid circle around her. She didn't even notice, though, because she had her eyes shut incredibly tightly and her hands clasped over her ears. She stayed like that for several moments as the speaking continued, the petite woman groaning softly in pain as she waited for it to end. Little did she know, that was the least of her worries right now. RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)Vets stood quietly, listening to the multitude of external and more importantly, internal sounds. He watched the moon rise slowly over the treetops and heard the gentle snoring of an entire family of ignorant hunters. That sneaky little vessel, Elsa, had decided to elude the grasp of the lesser demons, but that was just fine. Vets was here now and all would be done as it should. Elsa had left herself alone and vulnerable which was noble in her eyes and vastly foolish to a demon's mind. One would think that the lesson of divide and conquer would stand strong as an ideal, but this girl was too inexperienced to heed it. He snarled a quiet warning at the impatient demon lurking beside him. At only a couple of hundred years old, the young demon knew only hatred and impulse. An upper level like himself, knew that with each human emotion he left behind, that a vast and amazing amount of power would replace it much better. Vetis had lost his humanity nearly a millennium before and as such, shed nearly all the weakening feelings that went with it. The more humanity he lost, the great his power grew. His memory was long, and although he was no longer ruled by simplistic emotion, he remembered them strongly. They were the key to being a successful demon. Being the dark and evil creature that Vets was, didn't come without the catch 22 situations. The more emotion you lost, the stronger you got and the longer you could live. But if one should forget how humans behaved, felt and reacted, then effective manipulation was impossible. He nodded to his lesser companion to covertly follow Elsa and report to him if she should do anything other than drive to an isolated spot. Vets needed to stay here and choose just the right meat suit for his purposes. Elsa's almost tomboyish attitude would make her closer to men in her solitary mentality, so father or brother would work best for this venture. With a moment's careful deliberation, he decided on the older brother for his youth and strength. As temporary as meat suits were, Vets knew that his dark energy could wear down the mortal much faster than average. Her older brother Eric, was young, strong and fit enough to be a longer lasting meat suit. Plus the added bonus of the familial and psychological pull for Elsa would give him an added advantage. He wasn't the Demon of Corruption for nothing.... Just as he'd settled nicely into the young man's possession, Vets heard the outraged mental yell of his minion cut short. Goddam devil's traps and the multiple morons who kept falling for them!! He replayed the cry of anguish, for a moment, seeing what the other had seen. The floor had (of course) a brightly drawn Devil's Trap directly in front of the door. What kind of self-respecting demon just tried to walk through a front door?! He'd leave the bastard right there for all his much deserved idiocy. His pure form took soothing shape in the deep ebony of foully curdled, roiling smoke as Vets' speed increased. Elsa would be his! Imagine being able to eavesdrop on every angelic conversation to happen! His dark energy left a light trail of sulfur, scattered along the wind between the girl's family home and her cabin, a mere six hundred miles from it. Cautiously, he opened the door just a crack to peer within and confirm his younger partner's stupidity. Vets grasped the rain barrel by the front of the cabin and upended it, making the water flow beneath the door in a cleansing wave. When someone is foolish enough to draw a trap in mere chalk, then a bit of water was all it needed to wash away the feeble confines of power. Opening the door wide, he allowed the breeze to finish blowing away the timid lines of powdery salt, before entering. His brother suit fought him a bit at the sight of his prone sister, briefly struggling for power and losing. It pleased Vets that this fraternal meat suit had such strong emotions to manipulate. With a sharp nod, he dismissed the lesser demon to stay outside on watch dog duty in the off chance that one of the Winchesters might catch wind of the girl. One couldn't be too careful with that pair. The little blond human was slumped over in a chair, senseless and completely incoherent. And deliciously helpless. Her unconscious moans stirred Vets' need for hot, instant bloodshed, but he quelled it with an effort. He wasn't sure how long her fugue would last, so he swiftly tied her to the chair. Once she was fully immobile, he sat and soaked in her pained mumbles, enjoying the physical torment Elsa must be feeling at this moment. If this brother meat suit was any indication, she 'felt' more than Vets perceived. She looked like she was about to regain consciousness and his anticipation heightened to almost painful proportions. The demon moved to stand close behind Elsa, resting a hand on her shoulder. And waited patiently... RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)Elsa's world was still spinning, but she was starting to come to. Sometimes their voices were so unbearably loud that she couldn't stay focused. She couldn't stay alert. When it first started, almost every episode ended with her curled up where ever it had started, rocking with her hands clasped over her ears. So it was no wonder that at first, when she lifted her head, she wasn't sure of the danger. Her green eyes shut again, vaguely feeling a hand resting on her should. She knew it wasn't right, but at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to stay alert long enough to even look at what was touching her. After another few moments of groaning, she tried to sit up, only realizing she couldn't. Panic set in, and she thrashed slightly before she looked over at the hand on her. Instantly, relief flowed through her, the girl leaning against what she knew to be her brother's hand. When they had been younger, he had tried to scare her. Sneak up on her while she was sleeping. Startled, she had woken up, and immediately reached under the pillow for the pocket knife she had. She got him good on the top of his hand, and the scar had never gone away. But as she rejoiced in the fact the brother was with her, she felt like something was wrong. She looked around the room slowly, trying to figure out what had happened. The salt was no longer solid, but that didn't make sense. Why wouldn't they have been solid still? Her eyes trailed over to the door, and when she saw the ruined trap, she knew something was wrong. Sulfur scented air filled her nostrils, and she jerked her head away from his hand, wanting to scream and fight. They had him. Some demon was wearing her brother like a cheap suit, and she knew he was alive in there. Able to see everything. She licked her lips slowly as she took a deep breath, knowing that even if she could get out of her confines and have the chance, she couldn't kill him. She couldn't hurt her brother. Furthermore, she swallowed hard and turned her head, barely being able to make out her brother's form from her peripheral as she spoke." Get out of him....." She said menacingly, words dripping with venomous intent as she tried to think of something. Any leverage she could use to get that horrible thing out of her brother. But she had nothing, well, except for her gift. Herself. Angel radio. She didn't want to do that, though. In all honesty, she had wanted no part of this whole angel thing. She was a hunter, sure, and she had encountered demons, but her family never went after them deliberately. And she wanted no part of them. They were the things she always feared, and she'd rather deal with ghosts and monsters, because they didn't have the edge. They were vengeful and malicious, and didn't think things through the way demons do. Demons, well, most of them, were smart and conniving, and there was no guarantee you'd win a fight with a demon. And because of whatever stupid little gift she had been given, now she had to deal with them." Just let him be... He doesn't know about anything.... None of them do. I'm the only one, and I swear, you hurt him... or any of them... and I'll never tell you anything..." She was serious, too. She would rather die than let them know anything to begin with, but especially if they hurt her loved ones. Furthermore, she'd never be able to forgive herself. The feisty blonde struggled against her confines again, glaring daggers at the demon as she tried to figure out some way to get the upper hand. RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)Elsa's brother writhed deliciously within, his emotions spewing out in a tirade of rage, panic and then surprise at seeing his sister bound hand and foot. Vets felt a scar on 'his' hand and a memory came rushing into his mind. For a long moment, he reveled in it, rolled in the strength of memory and family feeling between the brother and sister. Not everyone realized the main reason that demons and angelsneededa meat suit to interact with humans. The more upper level you became, the fewer feelings you had or even remembered. But the moment you slipped on that human you could tap into any emotion or memory you wanted to have. Miss the feeling of a warm full stomach after a great Thanksgiving meal? Slip on a human. Not sure how to manipulate a new hunter? Slip on the related human, and you have a cache of shared memories, emotions, vices and weaknesses and more importantly-strengths. For just the briefest of moments, Vets felt Elsa relax and assume that it truly was her brother standing behind her. He followed her gaze to the broken salt and ruined devil's trap and watched her expression change as she had the ridiculous gall to tellhimwhat to do! Vetis laughed, using her brother's voice as he knelt down beside the trussed young woman." Do you really think you're in any position to bargain right now dear Elsa?" The question was of course, rhetorical, and Vets moved to face his new little captive. Her threats were idle and more than a bit ludicrous but then, she was only human. And humans felt all that emotion toward their family members. He didn't really see what the fuss was about anyway. Yes her brother was a young and healthy meat suit with the knowledge of Hunters. Not just mother and father, but the many, many people who visited and met the entire family. Every single Hunter that he'd seen or even just heard a name or voice, was now the shared intellectual property of Vets. Their locations, identities, techniques, names and oh so much more were no longer just Elsa's brother's knowledge. Vetis took a rapid second to relay all the important and relevant information back to Crowley, taking care not to let anything of himself leak into the meat suit's mind. Taking the distraction, his consciousness surged forward in a burst of frenetic energy, and he yelled out desperately to his sister,"He's only using you as bait because he's the Tempter of the Holy! Don't call any ang--!" Her brother's eyes showed agonizing pain and suddenly flashed black as his words were abruptly shut off. Vets wasn't pleased at the betrayal, but that was part of the risk in taking a meat suit. That was fine with him anyway. Once this play session was over, he'd find a creative and excruciating way to slaughter her brother. Of course, it would be done directly in front of Elsa so she could witness the fun. Vetis leaned in close to Elsa, got hold of her slender arm and yanked her roughly into a sitting position on the wooden floor." I'd strongly advise you to tell your brother to behave, or he might not stay alive much longer..." RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)"I do.... After all, I didn't come after you, and neither did my family. You started coming after me. I'm guessing that you'd rather bring me back to your superiors alive, right? After all, I can't talk to Angels if I'm dead...." She stared at him coldly, watching and calculating what she was going to do. Of course, she couldn't run. Even if she got the pocket knife that was stuffed under the waist of her jeans and used it to get lose, whoever this demon was strong. And she'd barely get to her feet before he threw her at a wall or killed her on the spot. Sure, they didn't need her. She didn't cooperate, they'd probably kill her. And she was okay with that. But with family now involved, and knowing that these demons were cruel and vicious, she wouldn't chance it. She couldn't. Her mind was racing. Should she call them? Could she even call them? She could hear them talking, but that didn't mean she was able to communicate with them. At least, not without some sort of training. Maybe they would help her. Maybe they'd slaughter all three of them. There was no way to know, really, unless she did it. She thought about begging and pleading, promising to do whatever they wanted as long as they let Eric go. But nothing sounded alright. Nothing sounded promising. She didn't want to be like them, but she wanted to protect her brother even more. Elsa flipped her hair back slightly, gritting her teeth as he suddenly lunged forwards. Eric had broken through somehow, and you'd think she'd be happy about it, but she knew it would last. He hadn't left him, and not even John Winchester could keep a demon in control. His words caught her off guard though. Why was he so sure that she could call them? Did he learn something from the demon in him? Panic set in, and for the first time in their whole encounter thus far, she actually looked nervous. The lithe girl was suddenly grabbed, and as she was shoved to the floor, she stared up at him and knew she had to start bargaining. Her brother had seriously pissed him off, and at this point, she'd be lucky if he didn't hurt him." Eric, do not do anything stupid like that again, you hear me? He is strong, and he will kill you. Trust me. Just sit still and don't try anything." Slowly, Elsa started to squirm, shifting onto her knees before pressing her toes to the floor. She rolled her weight back on her feet, managing to slowly stand up. She wasn't going to be aggressive, or try anything. Furthermore, she simply didn't like feeling trapped on the floor. Furthermore, she stood in one place, managing to keep her balance with her feet tied together. Furthermore, she looked up at her brothers face, trying to take in every detail. Every freckle, every line, every inch of pale skin. No matter how tonight ended, it would be the last time she'd see him. And she wanted to remember him. She took a deep breath, emotions riding high as she started to speak." Please.... don't hurt him.... I'll... I'll...." She shut her eyes tightly, not even believing what she was about to say. The girl that never gave in, was giving in. The girl that exorcised demons without a care, and didn't give any monster anything that it wanted, was about to break every moral she was raised with for one thing. Save her brother. Save her family. They didn't go after demons ever, really, so there was no reason for them to want to slaughter them. If they left them alone, they'd never know what happened to her. Except for Eric, but she could control him. Even if he was the older one." If you let him walk away, I'll give you whatever you want. I'll be your own personal angel walkie-talkie. You can take me to hell and torture me. Just.... Just let him go. He won't come after you, I promise. And my family will never know the difference. Just let him walk away..." RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)"You aren't the only one who can hear the feather brains Elsa, you just happened to be closest in location to me at the moment. You're easily replaceable." He lied smoothly and grinned, using her brother's guileless face. Not only was she an original in that ability, but there was an immense bounty on her pretty little head right now. Damned if he was going to let some other demon get a piece of the prize. He could already see himself as head of his very own legion of lower level demons all his very own to command! He looked at her lovely green eyes and contemplated the situation for a long moment. The smile turned scornful as Vets grabbed a chunk of her short blond hair and sharply kicked her backward onto the floor, simply because she'd made such a deliberate point of standing up. His foot connected with a small lump of cylindrical metal, feeling the strength of the pocket knife. Had she doused it with holy water? Knowing Hunters, it would be a most certain yes on that question. The moment Elsa talked to her brother, he caught the internal strain of the very strong-willed young man. His expression flickered from passive laughter to utter rage as he play-wrestled the vehement human inside. The feel of Eric fuming within was entertaining, and he stabbed at the mind just for amusement, drawing out the pain. The boy squirmed, his face, ears and neck turning dark red at the anguish of what was essentially a mind rape. At some point, her brother knew what Vets would do and his plans for Elsa were revealed. How could he let this boy just 'walk away' in trade for cooperation? And furthermore, did this mere slip of a human female truly believe she coulddealwithhim?! Considering how much fun it was, the demon decided to toy with Elsa a bit longer. Undoubtedly, an emotionally and physically beaten human was far more pliable than this feisty and stupidly fearless little miss. She did slip a little when her brother came out to chat, so this might be a good ruse, used at the right times and not overdone. Her words startled the demon into stillness for a brief second of time. Was she actually saying what he thought she was?" If I let your brother Eric walk away then you promise to give me whatever I want?" Vetis' voice was quiet, but very succinct." It sounds like a fair deal to me to let him walk in exchange for your promise of complete and total cooperation. More than fair, actually." He stood directly in front of the prostrate woman, his boots a mere inch from her face and more than ready for further violent action. Why was she giving in so easily? It had to be some kind of trap! She was raised around Hunters, and he didn't trust these little humans--they were like roaches crawling around in short, pointless lives with a brain only intended to survive no matter the cost. Idiots really. Granted it had been hundreds of years since he'd felt any emotion and personally, his connection to humanity was less than zero. One thing the demon -did- share with humanity was overconfidence in abundance. Someday it would be his downfall, but it was a flaw that remained unknown to its owner. Should an enterprising Hunter recognize and utilize it, then it would be Vets' ultimate downfall. He gestured arrogantly to the bindings on her wrists, and they loosened accordingly." You should make yourself more comfortable while we talk Elsa." RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)She knew he was lying. All demons did was lie. Of course, she was the only one. If there were others, she wouldn't have encountered as many demons as she did. No, no. She was the only one with this curse, and she knew she had some power in this situation. Not a lot, but enough to make him actually heed what she might have to say. Although, her acts of bravado clearly got a bit out of hand, seeing as he sent her onto the floor swiftly. Her head had slammed off the floor, breaking the skin in a stinging, searing pain that made her know instantly that there would be blood soon enough. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was getting him to listen to her. And sure enough, she got his attention. She knew it would; It had to. What demon would pass up an easy job like this? None. The bindings loosened, and she sighed slightly in relief, shrugging them off before rubbing the back of her head. Her fingers came back blood stained, the girl wiping it on her already dirt covered white shirt as she nodded." You think I'm stupid? Even if I manage to send you back to Hell, there'll be others. I'm not safe no matter what choice I make." She said softly, getting to her feet slowly before stretching lightly. Elsa reached into her waist band, grabbing the pocket knife while staring the demon dead in the face. She tossed it on the table, wanting to make sure he knew that she wasn't up to anything. No trap could catch this thing. No elaborate plan. Hell, even the Winchester boys probably would have gotten their asses handed to them. Not only was it a strong demon, but it had a cause. It wanted power, and she knew that. That all the others had wanted too. She was like a coveted crown that would make any demon instant leader material. Hell, if Crowley could be King of Hell, why couldn't the rest of them climb the corporate ladder, so to speak. In her book, nothing was more terrifying than a demon with a mission, because they stopped at nothing. If you exorcised them, they'd just climb right back out of the pit somehow. So making him angry was not something she want to do." I'm dead in the water. I have no future. The second I got what God gave me, I knew it was over for me. But it isn't for Eric. Or Jeremy. Or my parents. They can still live and be safe. So, I figure...." Elsa started to pace the room, acting like she had complete control of the situation. Now, of course, she wasn't really that stupid. She knew that she was at his mercy. But if she played it cool and calm and confident, maybe he'd buy into it and Eric could leave with his life. Sure, knowing that his sister was going to be tortured like nothing in the world, but he'd be okay. They'd all be okay, and if they were okay, then she'd take thousands of years in Hell with a smile on her pretty little face. Well, until it got torn apart. She came to a desk and ran her fingers over the edge of it, stopping halfway through it before turning back to him." The way I figure is that I can at least get something out of this. And all I want is for my family to be okay, and for no demon to go after them. And that's in exchange for everything I've got. My full cooperation. Hell, you leave his body, let him leave, and come back in some other person, I'll be sitting right here waiting." She walked over to him, coming closer until she was about a foot away before speaking softly to him." Make a deal with me, and you'll have followers for miles." Elsa stared at him, unfaltering as she sighed. She was making the one deal no hunter would make. Giving in to them and giving them power just to save their loved ones. But she wasn't the average hunter, and she'd do anything for her family. RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)He continued to let her talk and roam, taking advantage of the time she gave him to see into every corner of Eric's mind. Was she or wasn't she? His mind continued to dominate the meat suit for the imperative information before he could proceed. Not just anyone could suddenly 'hear' Angels like that out of nowhere. She might actually be a fallen angel and Vets couldn't risk reminding her of that status. The only other reason was that Elsa had been an Angel's vessel and was later discarded. It was a unique and untenable position but either way, Vets needed to confirm -why- she could do what she did. An unexplained absence from her family could be the clue toward discovering if Elsa was a discarded Angel meat suit. Eric fought back harder than expected at the mental intrusion, but compassion wasn't exactly on Vets' list of high priorities. Crowley obviously wanted the girl for evident reasons but no one had stopped to think about -how- Elsa became what she was; except for him. And that was exactly what made the biggest difference between an upper level demon like himself and the lesser demons. They'd likely hurry to fetch Elsa (under the assumption that they would get a reward) and deliver her to Crowley like obedient dogs--and then they'd be quickly killed for knowing too much." Just a moment little Elsa, I need to consult with someone." Vetis summoned a lesser demon to scout out if Elsa was indeed a fallen angel. In mere seconds a form shimmered into existence between the woman and himself. He seemed like a nondescript man of average height, olive skin and of course black eyes..." We can split it fifty/fifty if you can find -anything- within the hour. You're dismissed." He said swiftly and turned back to Elsa." Why would a knowledgeable girl like you sacrifice herself for her Hunter family? No Hunter worth their salt would make such a bargain. Are you trying to trick me here?" Commented Vets, stalling for time until he could assess the value of his 'prize.' It would be foolish to jump in and make a mistake with what could possibly be a fallen Angel. If her memory was restored, then her tricks would be as well, and he just wasn't the type to take foolish chances. He stared her down, still 'wearing' his Eric suit." You're a ballsy little mortal now aren't you?" Vetis' amusement colored his tone strongly, and he smiled with her beloved brother's smile.(IOC: If the post is sub par, I'm sorry. I'll polish it up some more tomorrow when it's not so late.) RE: Devil's Trap (Dogged and Panda)Elsa knew it sounded sketchy, and she could only imagine the freak-out session her brother was having, hearing that she was going to give herself up without a fight. Hell, it sounded strange to her, even. But what other choice was there? If she ran, Eric would be dead in a heart beat, and soon enough, the rest of her family would be slaughtered too. And even if all that happened, there would still be demons on her tail, trying to track her down and drag her back to hell. Resistance really was futile, and she didn't want to get more people than necessary hurt. The males words made her look up at him, wondering what freaky demon tricks he was up to. She didn't trust him, and odds are, she never would, but right now, what other choice did she have? Glaring at the newer demon, she grits her teeth, listening intently to what he said. Find something? Find what? Obviously, something about her, but what? There wasn't anything to find out. For whatever reason, she could suddenly hear voices, and rather than being able to treat it with medication like normal crazy people, hers never went away. It was a constant curse, and she was becoming very bitter about it. Finally, he spoke to her, and she laughed audibly at him before sitting down and crossing her long legs." What do you think? I'm a vessel waiting for my angel to come back and kill you? Fat chance. Whatever freaky Sam Winchester gift I was given by 'God', I don't want it. But was I given a choice? No. All of a sudden I get to feel like.... Have you ever felt the sharp, stabbing pain of needles burrowing their way into your brain? Cause that's what it feels like every time those feathery little bastards talk. There's no peace. There's no quiet." She sighed softly, running her fingers back through her hair all the way back to wear it was stained red from the blood. She didn't even get a say. A vessel got a say. They had to say yes. They got to permit the angel to wear them out on the town. What did she get for Angel Radio 92.9? A thank-you? A 'hey, nice job'? No. She got nothing. Nothing but pain and heartache and grief. And the more she thought about it, the more she could feel her morals slipping. It was infuriating. They were supposed to be God's gifts! They were supposed to be loved more than anything in creation. So why was she to be subjected to this torture over and over? She hadn't done anything wrong. Ever. Hell, if anything, she was helping them. She had exorcised more demons than she could count, all because they were evil and had to be stopped. But now she wasn't sure how good the guys upstairs were. He called her ballsy, and she once again laughed and leaned her head back against the couch." I'm not ballsy. I'm practical. Furthermore, I know what my fate is. Furthermore, I know what He burdened me with, and I know I can't ever escape it. And now, I have to abandon my family and be alone if I want any hope of them being alright. And I know someone very popular down there wants me more than they can describe, and they aren't giving up. You demons never do. Hell, you switch bodies right now and let him go, I'll give you everything you want and then some. Because the only allegiance I have is to the boy you're wearing, and the rest of my family. And if you guys want me so bad, you can have me, just let them be safe." As if a way to prove to him, she wasn't trying to trick him, she unzipped her pants and pulled them down a few inches, showing him there was nothing left in her belt. Right now, she was utterly defenseless, and as she zipped her pants back up, she sighed and shook her head. Her hand moved to her stomach as she messed with her t-shirt slowly, her eyes shutting as she relaxed into the couch yet again." There is no plan b for me. There is no way out. It's me against all of Hell, and that ain't a battle I'm fighting. So give me the one thing I want, which is the guarantee that my family is safe from all demons forever, and I give you all the power I have. Whatever you want. Like a perfect little soldier. Just let them go." Vets pondered Elsa's words and actions, scrutinizing her delicate little face. A part of his mind worked frantically at Eric's defenses, breaking down the walls and leeching all information from it like a starving parasite on a fresh new host. Her only loyalty was to her family? She had no friends to speak of? No lover? The demon smiled at Elsa, slow and calculating. He licked his lips in anticipation of what he was thinking and getting from her brother. According to Eric, she was a family burden they'd picked up when she was a child. Something bright had fallen from the sky and crashed into their garage one night. They'd thought it was a meteor strike, but they'd instead found a young girl of an unearthly, exceptional beauty. The entire family had the opposite coloring of Elsa, and she still hadn't yet figured out that she wasn't one of them. In a family of hunters, according to her 'brother' she was not areal part of them in the least. The family of assertive, confident and aggressive hunters had found themselves with a gentle, passive, kind-hearted young woman. She had been an anomaly all her life with her so-called family and always a little on the outside. They all worked full-time to protect the strange but lovely young woman in their midst. Excellent! Eric's memories gave Vets everything he needed to formulate a plot. In conjunction with Elsa's proclamation, he believed he could better manage the situation to its fullest potential now. She swore her trusting and naive vow to allow a complete carte blanche to Vets' whims! He chuckled now that he was able to take full advantage of the situation. Eric's mind had been a library chock-full of how her family saw Elsa. A gentle little deer to be protected by the family of wolf like hunters, never an authentic part of the family. The old adage of divide and conquer would be best." Well Elsa, now that sounds like a mutually beneficial proposition that will help both of us. I -should- let Eric go."'run to the rest of the family to blab so they can hunt you down when I turn your ass to willingly join my side!'his thought finished the sentence with silent glee." That's a reasonable and very smart decision."he answered with a smile, using Eric's trustworthy, well known family face, ultimately positive that it would lend further credence to the words that Vets would never be able to feel. Her comment had him raising his eyebrows to show surprise and dispute the validity." Now now Elsa that's just not so. It doesn't have to be just little bitty you against all the legions of Hell. We could help each other out you know." Vetis sent out a mental shout to the lesser minion to hurry the fuck-up, now.' She's a fallen angel who lost her Grace. A hunter family took her in as a child and raised her but never really accepted her as one of their own. The next door neighbors have a son that she has a deep attraction for. I'm using him as a meat suit now, and I'm on my way.'it answered swiftly, knowing Vets had patience only when he felt like it.' Bring him over here now so I can wear him. Give me a mental shout when you're near the porch.'answered the demon, his tone eager with the idea of ultimate corruption just beginning. He returned his attention to the beautiful young woman, his lust not quite showing in his eyes. Elsa was about to enjoy being bad, and he knew just how to go about it. Using Eric's voice, he said coldly,"Elsa you've never been a real part of our family so you really should just leave us alone already. You've never been a Hunter, you'll never be one, and tells, you don't even -look- like us!" That should give the chit something to chew on while he waited the few extra minutes to change to a better meat suit. Something to seduce her with... Vets' sudden eagerness in her deal caught her off guard, the young woman sitting up straight on the couch as she stared at him. It was such a surreal feeling, seeing her brother walking around in front of her, but knowing it wasn't really him. Not fully, anyway. There was this immediate trusting that had to be fought, because at the end of the day, that was her big brother. The one who had always looked out for her and kept her best interest at heart. Which is why when she heard her brother's tell-tale cadence saying all those terrible things to her, it caught her off guard. She stared at him wide-eyed, slowly getting up from her seat as she spoke." You don't mean that...." She said softly, voice shaking not from fear, but from pain. Sure, she had always seen the possibilities. She didn't look much like them at all, and she knew that, but she had been raised by them. They had baby pictures with her from the time that she was a newborn, and no adoption agency in a twenty-five mile radius had any record of her at all. In fact, no one did. Not even the hospital where her birth certificate said she was born. It had always been weird, but paperwork got lost, right? She had to be theirs. They were supposed to love her.... Anger welled up inside her, the woman grabbing a lamp off a nearby table before whipping it at the wall with a scream. Her entire life was falling apart, and as she fell to her knees half in tears, she knew there'd never be any going back. She was a freak who didn't belong anywhere, and not even the people she was supposed to mean most to would accept her. And of course, with the sudden raise in emotion, the voices came back, bellowing into her head loud enough that she thought it might explode. She knew it wasn't English they were speaking, and she couldn't understand it fully, but something about it sounded familiar. Like a language she had heard before, and maybe even comprehended. At least on some level. Her hands moved over her ears as she whimpered on the floor, still half conscious of what was going on. She could see her brother's feet standing in front of her, and tried to will herself to her feet, gripping the carpet that was on the floor tightly as she tried to shove her foot under herself. Slowly, she raised herself up, her entire body quivering from all the noise as it suddenly let back up. Panting softly, she ran her hand back through her hair, sticky with blood and now wet with sweat as she shut her eyes. She knew she should watch the demon in front of her, but it didn't matter. He could reach into her chest and rip her heart out, and she wouldn't have cared at this point. Anything would be better than having to do this fight alone, or with just a demon on her side. As she tried to sooth herself by running her hands through her hair, she winced a pulled back, noticing fingernail slits in her skin on the palm of her hands. She must have clenched her fists so hard she causes herself injury. She wiped it off on her pants, glancing up at the demon wearing her brother before shutting her eyes and speaking again." So, are we making a deal or what?" Her voice gave off how wounded she was, and how broken down she felt, which must have been a pay day for the demon. On some level, she knew he was going to manipulate her, use her weaknesses against her, but she couldn't find a part of her that cared right now. Whatever he wanted was fine with her, as long as someone would keep her relatively cared for. Even if it was only because he needed her for a bigger reason.

Devil's Trap (Panda and Dogged)|rating:3.0

The wanderer of vault 69

Travis Grey watched as the dust of the waste did a delicate dance in the wind before being thrown across the barren ground. How long had Travis been walking in this barren land? It felt like weeks, though his PIMPLY said it had only been three days. The land was so...life draining. Sure, in vault 69 things had been sterile. Everybody had a job to preform, a routine to enact, and he was no exception. Still, even in that metal, man made womb, there seemed to be more life than out here. Travis had been wondering the wastes that had once been D.C. since he had left the vault. He had no particular idea as to what direction to head in, so he had just started walking north. At least the built-in compass of his PIMPLY kept him heading direct north. This knowledge was little comfort though, as north could easily be in the opposite direction he wished to head. He had no choice though. He had to keep heading in one direction, and if he was lucky, he would find a somebody who might know where he could find what he was looking for. Tavis's quest was to find an air purifying chip. While the vaults were fairly self-sustaining, they had limits, and it seemed that vault 69 had reached its limit. Only a week ago the air purifying chip had begun to fail the vault. This had allowed in both small amounts of radiated air, and hormones, which had flooded several rooms of the vault and caused a rather intense orgy to break out amongst the people involved, one of which had been Travis. While those affected by the radiation and hormones eventually recover fully a few days later, that didn't help the fact that the vaults air purifying chip was breaking down. The vault needed a new one, unless it wanted the radiated air to flood the entire vault. While the medics in the vault were working on a formula for the vault dwellers to handle the level of hormones they would be exposed to, it would take too much time to make enough for everybody. Travis, a scientist, had been injected with the only ready dose, before being sent out on this mission. Travis ran his hand through his short brown hair as he looked at the landscape. Flat, dry, and without any trace of life. Few boulders and the empty remains of houses littered the grounds. He didn't like this place. Aside from the lack of life, he always felt on guard, worried he might be attacked at any moment. They had no idea what had survived the Apocalypse. Jade (and Sapphire (had been following him for the past day, ever since they picked up his trail near an old wellspring. The footprints he left behind had been unmistakable. They were vaulted issue, the number 69 stamped in the sole of the boot, leaving a reversed imprint on the trampled, sun-scorched ground. They hadn't decided what they'd do with him just yet. Jade was of a mind to simply tie him up and play with him for the night. She had never been one for extortion. If you couldn't kill it or fuck it, it had little value for her. Sapphire, on the other hand, was always looking out for ways to strangle out every bit of value this blasted land had. The two made quite the pair. Sapphire was, at the moment, watching the man trudge along through the scope of her rifle, while Jade kept on lookout. Super Mutants were an ever present danger, especially this close to the Downtown core." How big do you think his cock is? I mean, it can't be that big, being shielded from the radiation in that Vault of his," Jade asked over her shoulder, leaning against a boulder." I don't know. Those Vaults are good, but with two hundred years of radiation, some has had to seep in. I'm sure you won't be disappointed when you get to play," Sapphire said, still following the Vault dweller with her scope." I hope so. Furthermore, I'll be really upset if he ends up being a pencil-dick," Jade huffed, getting up from the ground, patting the dust from her ass, clad in a pair of tight pants stitched together through a variety of leather and fabric, a large cut-out hole in her crotch revealing the thong she wore underneath. It was easier to get to her holes that way. Moving to stand beside Sapphire, she squinted to find the man they were tracking in the distance. "Remind me again why we're following him?"" He may be going somewhere. If he is, it's got to have some valuable shit for him to venture out here. I can almost guarantee that shit will go for a high price in Megaton, Rivet City, or, if we can swing it, Paradise Falls. We both know Eulogy owes us big for that haul from Whore ton we pulled for him last month," Sapphire explained." And what if he isn't going anywhere? Maybe he's been exiled, or he left?" Sapphire was silent for a minute. "Than... we tie him up, have our fun, and kill him or let him live. It depends on our mood." She smiled to her companion, her fair skin tinged pink around her cheeks. Jade nodded thoughtfully, before sighing. "I hope he has a big cock." Travis wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. It was hot out here. Granted, it seemed like it would be night soon, and things would cool off. Still, he would be happy when he found some clothing that was a little more fitting for this environment. At the moment, Travis wore a typical Vault 69 bodysuit. The suit clung to his body, almost like a second skin. Normally this wasn't so bad, save for one particular fact, as the climate in the vault was always kept comfortable. Of course, the downside was that the bodysuit tended to hug every part of his body, including his large penis, which ran down his left pant leg, as a rule. Travis had been, by any standards, extremely well-endowed. It seemed to be genetic, his father and grandfather also being particularly large, though it seemed to Travis that it seemed to be getting larger with each generation. Travis himself had a very large penis, the thing reaching 12 inches when fully erect and his festivals were also particularly large. The bodysuit made it obvious to anybody who was in ten feet of him and looking at him how big he was, and if he got an erection, it was an impossible fact to hide. This had proved to be a constant source of embarrassment in the vault. It might not have been so bad if the rest of Travis's body had been huge as well, but that wasn't the case. Travis only stood a mere 5'4 with a slim, though athletic frame. This only seemed to emphasize the size of his package though, and remembered one girl once joking that it was more like a giant penis with a man attached to it as opposed to a man with a giant penis. Travis stroked his stubble covered face as he looked the landscape over again. He spotted a house that seemed to be in ruins. It would probably be a good place to set up camp for the night. He wondered if anybody was in the house? He upholstered his 10mm handgun which he had been given before he left the vault. Furthermore, he had gotten a 2-week training course with it before he left, so he knew how to use it, though he wished he was a little more experienced. Travis ventured into the two-story house slowly, looking about. He paused, listening and seeing if he could hear something. Nothing. Slowly he made his way through the first floor, and finally the second floor. It seemed that the house was deserted. Seeing the king size bed in the master bedroom, Alex decided to take a little nap before nightfall. When he woke up he'd set about eating and such. "He's heading in to the house. That'll be his camp site for the night," Sapphire told her friend, huddled within the destroyed remains of a house." So what do you want to do?" Jade asked, sitting down beside Safe." Well, we can either wait here, and continue trailing him, or we can go in there and take what we want."" Cock."" No. Well, yes, but that can't be the main goal right now. We need supplies and caps, Jade. We're running low, and this man can get us these, I'm sure of it. I say we go in, make some bullshit story up about some Supercities tailing him, and see where we go with that." Sapphire chided her friend. Her libido wasn't any small thing, but compared to Jade? She really didn't know how the girl lived with that constant ICH in her cunt for a good dicking." But I'm fucking horny!" Jade moaned, crossing her arms across her chest like a petulant child." I know you are! But if you don't keep it in your pants, you're going to ruin a real prosperous deal for us! If we can strike a deal with him, we'll close it with dick, how about that?" By now, Sapphire was simply trying to cope. Huffing, Jade sighed. "Fine! But it better be big!" Sapphire just shook her head. "Come on, he should be sleeping by now. He hasn't slept or eaten well for the past few days, I can tell. He'll be in no position to fight the two of us." Getting up, Jade picked up her shotgun, using a bristle comb to do some last minute cleaning, the ever present dust of the Wastes forever clogging the guns. "It's your turn to carry the pack." Sapphire looked back at Jade, frowning before slinging her rifle over her shoulder, picking up the large bag that carried all their gear, securing it to her back. "We need to unload some of this shit when we get to the next town," she grunted as she shifted the considerable weight to a more manageable place." We've got a lot of salvage we can sell, maybe even enough to buy a Brahmin to haul all our shit for a while. And when it dies, we've got some actual food," Jade mused, hopping over a low hanging beam and out on to the cracked road. The house was only a few yards in front of them. He had left the door unlocked. Not that it'd do him a lick of good had he locked it. Jade was a master locksmith, amongst other things. But the rest of the rabble that could have been following him?" He was lucky he found a place this well-preserved. I doubt he'd like sleeping under a rock for another night," Sapphire muttered, a rifle resting in her arms." Yea, well I doubt he's going to get any sleep tonight," Jade grinned as they made there way up the stairs. There were only three doors, and only one of them were closed. "I wonder which one he's in?" Opening the door, Jade made a leap for the bed, landing on top of the sleeping form, the barrel of her shotgun pressed against his chin, while Sapphire dropped her pack, sitting in an old chair beside the bed." Wakey wake, little Vault dweller." Jade had a smile on her face, grinding her pelvis against his, feeling his length under her. "Oh, he isn't little, Safe. Good to see the Vaults aren't filled with puny shits." It had taken Travis some time to get comfortable on the bed. It wasn't exactly in good condition, but it had a mattress and a pillow, and a blanket. Furthermore, it was considerably better than the ground he had been sleeping on the last several nights. Hell, even the floor of a room was better than the ground. At least the floor wouldn't have rocks on it. Travis hadn't bothered undressing. Not when he planned on waking up a few hours later. He set the PIMPLY to wake him up in three hours. Then he'd set about taking care of the rest of what he had to do. Right now he just needed a bit of sleep. He had slept horribly the last few nights. It wasn't just because he had been sleeping on the ground either. This entire world was new to him. New sights, new sounds, new smells...nothing was familiar, and Travis worried about what types of creatures existed out here. Even though in the vault they knew that this new world could sustain human life, they had no idea if humans lived above ground anymore. For all vault 69 knew, they could be the last human beings on earth. Travis had managed to just get to sleep when Sapphire and Jade burst into the room. Travis didn't know what was happening when he suddenly found himself awake, somebody laying atop him and pressing a gun into his face. He felt her grind against him slightly but was in too much shock to really pick up what she said. "Who are you people? What do you want?" Was Travis's words, once he finally managed to catch his breath and look at the two women. One was missing an eye and sporting a Mohawk of sorts, while the other had redhead. Both of them seemed to be very well proportioned, at least in Travis's opinion, and rather athletic looking. They didn't ware any type of vault clothing though. "Well, I'm the one with a shotgun at your jaw, she's the one with the rifle, and you're the one with a vault suit and, what, a pistol under your pillow?" Jade answered in a fashion. Reaching over him, she slid her hand under the pillow, forcing her to lean forward, her heavy chest heaving in front of his face. She laughed, pulling out the pistol, examining it, and tossing it behind her. "Thought so. So, Safe, what do we want, exactly?" The redhead sighed, getting up from the chair to stand over Travis. "Well, we want to know why you decided to leave your little cozy hole in the ground to come up here, for one. If you're looking for something, you'll need a guide. Or in this case, two guides." She was smiling, and not in a comforting way." Do you know what a Super Mutant is? Or what the Lust Ghouls are? How do you treat the sting from a rad scorpion, or the dart from a blowfly? We do. You'll be dead within the week without some Waste lander assistance." Of course, if you're just wandering around because you got kicked out of your hole, we'll be glad to take what we can and be on our merry way." That smile was definitely not comforting." Well, either way we're sealing the deal the way I want," Jade said, really not clearing anything up for Travis. "It won't be that bad, though. I promise." Travis certainly couldn't argue with the introduction, as indeed the one-eyed girl was definitely the one with the shotgun in his face. That wasn't the only thing that was pushed in his face though, as she leaned forward, her large breasts swaying only inches away from his eyes as she reached under his pillow and pulled her hand back out with his gun. He then watched as it was thrown behind him and the other girl stood up, walking to stand over his prone figure. Travis listened to the redhead as she made her speech. She was smiling as she spoke, but Travis took little comfort in it. It wasn't a friendly smile she wore on her face, and that worried Travis more. When she was done, Travis looked from her, to her friend, back to her." I'm on a mission. From my vault. I was sent out to retrieve something." Travis spoke slowly, closing his words well. "A guide could be most useful. What do you want in exchange?" "Those Vaults are supposed to be completely self-sufficient. What on this blasted Earth would force you to leave the Vault to get something? Be more specific, because right now you sound like you're full of shit," said Jade, still straddling Travis' pelvis, in a moment of intelligence she usually didn't bother with. Sapphire noted with silence the little seen moment, before continuing with the interrogation. "The most vulnerable machines in a Vault are the ones that interact with the outside world. Water and air filters, and maybe the matter recycler. But you should have hundreds of those in store in case of shutdown, so the next question is: Why don't you?"leaning over, so she was directly above Travis, she smiled again. "You better have a damn good answer for us." Sapphire was no less endowed than her female friend, and at that angle, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra under her tight shirt." As for what we want in exchange, payment of various kinds. If you really are looking for some replacement tech, you'll need to really hunt. We'll be stumbling in to caches of tech useless to you, but for us, it's a living," Jade explained." But the more immediate concern, for you at least, is this thing right here." She emphasized her words by grinding her crotch against his. "We're -I'm- looking for a live cock to play with for a while. This part of the Wastes are filled with Super mutants and no one else. That leaves you." But before you get excited, be real sure you understand that it isn't your cock anymore. It's mine. I'll use it as I wish, and you'll say nothing of it. If I want to suck on it, I will, if I don't, it won't happen. I decide when we're done, and if I'm satisfied before you are, we're done." She smiled then, leaning forward and pressing her chest against his. "But I'm not a mean girl. I like my cocks to have fun. Make me happy, and I'll certainly make you happy, alright?" Travis listened as the two girls continued to talk. They seemed to have some idea of what they were talking about. He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised, as some of the other vaults must have opened up over the years. Still, he had to grudgingly admit, the two seemed smarter than he had expected. Then the one on top of him started to play again, and Travis couldn't help but feel his penis twitch under his vault suit. It was still a fair ways from being erect, which might surprise the women as Travis guessed it had reached the 9-inch mark by this point. Still, he couldn't let there threats and...obvious physical assets distract him. He had to try and gain control of this conversation." What I'm searching for is my business. And I would be much more comfortable if we had this conversation without your guns in my face. It makes it very hard to trust a person when they have you at such a disadvantage." Travis pointed out, a bead of sweat running down his brow, both from the heat of the room, and the added heat of the women's breasts pressed against his chest. His face though showed a calm, confident man. One who was not as intimidated as perhaps he should be. He might negotiate, but they would be on his terms. He had that much pride at least. "Oh that was the wrong answer," Sapphire laughed, dropping her rifle. Digging through her pack, she made a noise, and pulled out a length of rope, more than enough to bind a man. "If we were anyone else, you'd be dead by now. Thankfully we aren't as unforgiving. Jade." The girl with the Mohawk grinned in delight, sitting up, shifting her weight and flipping Travis on his stomach, grabbing his arms and pulling them behind him. She showed a remarkable strength. "I have to admit, not many would be brazen enough to spit at two armed women in a situation like this. You're either very assured of yourself, or you're really stupid." Sapphire knelt on the bed beside Jade and the prone Travis, testing the strength of the rope before deftly tieing up his arms, making damn sure that he wasn't getting out anytime soon. "Alright, let's continue, shall we?"" Mmmm, let's," Jade grinned, turning Travis over once again. "Let's hope you satisfy, big man. You MAY live through this if you do." Sapphire disappeared for a moment, and the sounds of the bag ruffling could be heard, before she came back and knelt again beside the two. She held a small, silver ring in her hand and Jade's grin widened. "Oh, I forgot about that! This is going to be fun!" Pulling out a knife from a sheath at her side, Jade carefully gathered some of the suit, cutting it, revealing a patch of white skin near his thigh. "I'll be careful, I promise." Placing the knife within the hole, she dragged it against his thigh, in a big circle, until his crotch was revealed, the throbbing cock springing up, before the weight pulled it against his stomach." Oh my, are all the Vault dwellers this well-endowed? We had a running theory you'd all be pencil dicks with all those filters 'sheltering' you from the wider world," Jade commented, her hand grasping the cock, pumping it leisurely as Sapphire knee-walked over beside her, until they were side-by-side." Ready?" Sapphire asked, holding up the ring, to which Jade enthusiastically nodded. Grinning, she set the ring on the crown of Travis' cock. At its current girth there was no way it'd fit. "Capture." It was the command word, and the minute the device recognized it, it grew, sliding down the cock until it settled at the base, before tightening, a momentary burst of blue light around the base starting the chemical reactions that would give Travis the biggest pardon he'd ever had. The weight didn't matter anymore. The beastly cock stood straight up, thick dark veins running all up and down the engorged member, the cock head already wet with pre-cum. Jade grinned like a cat as she wrapped her hand around the cock, her hand not quite circling the entire thing. Just the touch sent sensations stronger than almost anything he'd ever felt on his cock through Travis' body. When she started to run along his girth, Jade could see the sensations displayed on his face." This ring is a bit of genius, really. It keeps you hard for however long we want, makes damn sure you're enthusiastic about fucking, and, the best part, in my humble opinion, is it keeps you from blowing your load. So here's the deal. Sapphire and I will use this lovely fuck stick to our pleasure, and you'll do your very best to make us cum hard, and if we like it, and you agree to be more... cooperative in the future, we'll let you blow your load where you want, our treat. And then we can begin our partnership." Sapphire bent over, having hastily removed her top, revealing her heavy, firm tits, and crawled on all fours to sit on Travis' stomach, just above his raging pardon. The site of her tits would be enough to make more pre-cum ooze from his head. "And if you don't cooperate, we'll leave the ring on until you do. I do suggest you rethink your arrogance, though. People have known to go mad wearing the ring for too long." Jade peeked out from behind Sapphire. "Yea, so I'd really suggest you rethink your priorities." With that, she grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it above her head, her own larger, heavier tits tumbling out of her top to sit like two perfect creatures. Her hand was still stroking his manhood, her thumb twirling around his cock head, smearing the pre-cum around as if she was testing the waters." So, with your permission, of course, we'll commence with the fucking?" When Travis heard that he had made the wrong answer, he wasn't too surprised. After all, he wasn't in the best of positions to make demands. Still, he couldn't let these women walk all over him. If he showed no backbone, what would that say about him? He wasn't sure if he was making a good impression or not, but at least he would get to see a little more into these two's character. He just hoped what they planned didn't hurt too much. Travis was quickly flipped unto his stomach, hands roughly pulled behind his back. He tried to struggle, but The women had him in some sort of grip he couldn't quiet escape. He didn't doubt that she was experienced in hand-to-hand combat. She was also surprisingly strong. Travis definitely felt his confidence wain a bit. This was not going anywhere near as well as he hoped. A moment later, Travis's arms were securely tied behind his back, further immobilizing him. Then, as quickly as he was turned on his belly, Travis was turned on his back again, looking up at the two women. He felt very much like prey about to be pounced on. He looked at the ring curiously as the red-head lifted it up. The reaction that it got from Jade, the mo hawked girl, made Travis worry a bit more. What was that thing? Before he could give it any more thought though, he saw the flick of a knife, and his body went taught, eyes glued on it. Despite Jades assurances, Travis was less than relaxed as the blade came so close to his concealed and semi-erect manhood. He watched as she slowly and skillfully cut out the crotch of his vault suit. Normally, he would have been extremely upset, as this was the only pair of pants he had at the moment, but right now he was more concerned about his cock as it sprung free from its previous confinement in all its naked glory. Normally, Travis might have been pleased with the comments Jade was making about his manhood. These were not normal circumstances though. He did have to admit, as a slight gasp of pleasure escape his lips as Jade began gently jerking his cock, that Jades hands were surprisingly soft and smooth. He also had to admit the attention felt good, his cock eagerly responding to the touch. It was then that the ring was brought into play. Travis watched in both fear and curiosity as the ring was placed to the tip of his bulbous knob, and then with a phrase, suddenly expanded to eventually come to a snug fit at the base of his cock. He gave an audible grunt as the blue aura covered his manhood, and it swelled to an almost painful state. Travis couldn't remember the last time his cock had been this hard. It pulsated with desire and his balls felt like they needed to be emptied in the worst way. Travis shuddered as Jade began idol pumping his fat shaft, new 2 1/2 inches in thickness. Travis watched, breathing heavier than before, as both women removed there tops, informing him of his situation and what they were offering. Still, Travis wasn't about to give in yet. He narrowed his eyes towards Jade as she continued to stroke his cock and thumb his Helmut. "Go to hell..." "Hmm, looks like we'll have to break him, Jade," Sapphire said, laughing to herself as she shifted her body, a hand unzipping the zipper of her incredibly short shorts, revealing she wore no panties underneath, and she was completely smooth. Grabbing Travis' head with one hand, she made him stare at her wet crotch, inches away from her face. "Watch," was all she said before her free hand began to play with her lips, teasing herself as she spread her cunt open for him, the smell of her arousal an aphrodisiac similar to the one he experienced in the Vault. Before long she had three fingers prying her depths, drawing out moans of pleasure and, more importantly, power from Sapphire. Jade watched for a long moment as her friend teased her cunt, sitting on their captive's chest, before feeling the itch in her own snatch. Sliding down the bed, Jade's face was soon at crotch level with Travis. The cock looked delicious. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, she began pumping him with more fervor, watching as it pulsed with each move, feeling the rigid veins running up and down his cock. His balls were no less impressive, both were rather large, and looked heavy with cum. Smiling to herself, she extended her tongue, running the tip from underneath his ball sack, all the way to the ring, before doubling back, leaving behind a trail of saliva, cooling his sack. Smacking her lips, she looked around Sapphire, who was now fully enjoying herself, juices already beginning to trail down her ass to land on his chest. "He tastes wonderful."" I-I have no doubt," Sapphire managed between pants, bucking at her hand as she pushed another finger in, spreading her cunt wider. All the while she kept Travis' eyes trained on her. Grinning, Jade reached up and planted a wet kiss on his red crown, tasting the pre-cum dripping down his shaft. "Oh, he tastes wonderful!" Taking his head in to her mouth, she sucked hard, letting her tongue flick over his piss-hole as another hand went to cradle his balls, the tips of her fingers playing with his scrotum ever so lightly. Her pussy was on fire as she lavished on the monstrous dick, and her thighs were rubbing against each other at a furious pace to try and satiate herself. Popping off his cock head, she sat up and scooted up until she was pressed against Sapphire's back, his cock trapped between her clothed crotch and Sapphire's ass crack. Grabbing a heavy tit in each hand, Jade looked down at Travis. The ring and Sappho's cunt juice should be driving him rather nuts by now. "So? Still have that vicious little tongue of yours? Because, I can think of something you can do with that that'll actually be of use." As to emphasize her point, she dropped a tit and let her hand join Sapphire's, plunging two fingers in with Sappho's four, causing the redhead to moan loudly. "What do you say? Are you hungry?" Travis gulped as his head was grabbed and Sapphire began to skillfully play with her moistening cunt lips. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her massaging herself to excitement, the musk smell causing his toes to literally curl with desire. If he hadn't already wanted the two women, he would have wanted them now. At this point though there was little he could do but watch and breath heavy as Sapphires fingers pi stoned in and out of herself. The display in front of Travis was quickly interrupted as Travis suddenly felt some sensations from below his waist. He groaned out loud as he felt Jades tongue exploring his large balls, the feel of her tongue rolling over either clean-shaven sphere a blissful sensation. All the while his tool was being pumped faster. Gods, Travis wanted to fuck. His cock was already aching for relief, and it had been only a few minutes. Travis then felt Jades lips engulf the top of his cock, her tongue playing over the tip, causing another deep groan to escape his lips. Oh fuck, that felt good. He could feel his resistance leaving him. He watched as Jade sat up on him, trapping his cock between the two women and watched Jade play with Sapphires breasts, finally one of her hands coming down to help Sapphire finger her cunt. When she made a comment about what he could do with his tongue, her fingers slipping inside Sapphires womanhood along with Sapphires own, Travis was beginning to feel desperate. A whimper slipped past his lips, but he grits his teeth a moment later. He wasn't ready to cave just yet. He had to focus. Furthermore, he didn't say anything, but he stared back up at both girls defiantly, mouth clamped shut. Sapphire's eyes narrowed to angry slits at Travis' continued resistance. Ripping her fingers and Jade's from her cunt, she grabbed Travis' head. "You don't have a choice in the matter. You're going to eat me out, or suffocate." Pinching Travis' nose, she shifted her hips forward, pressing her swampy cunt against Travis' pursed mouth, really not giving him any further choice. Jade laughed at her usually level-headed companion's outburst, bringing her fingers up to her lips, sucking off her friend's juices before returning to Travis' cock. Standing up on the bed, over both the other in the room, Jade smiled, before pulling down the thong panties, managing through some sort of magic, surely, to remove them without shedding her crotchless pants. That left her snatch, glistening with a neat patch of hair trimmed close to the skin in the pattern of a cock, and her ass bare." I know you want this," she cooed, slipping a finger in her cunt, swirling it around. She hissed in easy pleasure, lowering herself to sit just above his cock, her body pressed against Sapphire's undulating form. Grinding her round ass, she managed to trap the cock between her cheeks, clenching to squeeze the cock's length, mewing as she again wrapped her arms around Sapphire to play with her tits, pulling and pinching her nipples as she rested her chin on her horny friend's shoulder. "How does she taste?" she asked, wiggling her ass, dragging the cock between her cheeks like a pseudo-tit fuck. "She tastes like cinnamon, doesn't she?" That caused Sapphire to laugh, her fingers still pinching the helpless man's nose while her other hand held his head in place. "Whatever I taste like, he s-seems to like it. Oh, motherfucker's nibbling my clit! Bite it, you fucker! Make me cum and I'll let you breathe!"" Do it! Let her juice all over your face, and I'll let you do more than fuck my ass-crack!" Travis only had a few seconds to see the angry glare in Sapphires eyes and register her words in his mind before she pinched his nose and buried her pussy in his face. Travis could feel the heat and juices glistening into his lips and mouth as they moved instinctively, stimulating her neither regions as his mouth worked for air. Travis's attention was once more brought to his cock as he felt it trapped in warm, supple flesh. It felt good, and as Travis continued to look up, he could see jade returning to Sapphire, squeezing either of her large tits. The sounds and sights were as erotic as anything else Travis had ever imagined, but there was something else demanding his attention as his lips and tongue began to move all over Sapphires pussy. When Sapphire ordered Travis to work her clit, Travis did just that, as desperately as he could. He could feel his lungs starting to demand air more and more. While Jades promises of pleasure are incentive, it's a distant second to his need for air. Like a man possessed, Travis's tongue, lips, and mouth do there best to stimulate Sapphire over the edge. "That's a boy!" Sapphire howled, squeezing her eyes tight when Travis' teeth clamped down on her swollen button, a mad groan ripping from her lips as she came, leaning heavily against Jade, who was, herself, sufficiently flushed. Out of breath, Sapphire simply lay there, Jade supporting her from behind, before she remembered the man below her. Hastily letting go of his nose, she pushed herself up on to his chest, letting him breath. Jade laughed, letting go of Sapphire's tits to pat him on the cheek. "That's a good, obedient Vault dweller." Running a finger across his cheek, she smiled at the juice that collected on her finger. "Well, you certainly got her to juice on you. I do think I owe you something. Sapphire, if you wouldn't mind?" Looking over at her friend, the redhead with the freshly-cummed face grinned, getting up on slightly unsteady legs to move down behind her friend. Jade herself slid up and twirled around so her round, firm ass was sitting on Travis' stomach, her pussy pressed up against the thick shaft that was his cock. Sapphire smiled, getting on her stomach between his legs." This is a little something for you, before we really begin," was all she said before running her tongue along the underside of his cock, reaching the head and popping it in her mouth, sucking hard as Jade began to gyrate her hips, grinding her snatch against his pole, her juices coating the massive tool." You know, Vault man, we don't know even your name," Jade commented, her hands on either side of Travis' body, holding her upright while she let her juicy snatch drag along his cock, being suckled on by Sapphire's skillful mouth. Sapphire was too busy to comment, her one hand gently tickling the man's scrotum while her tongue made strains to match that delicateness on his cock head, almost purple now it was so swollen. And every once in a while, Jade would glide just a little to far, and her clit would bump against Sapphire's nose, causing Jade to mew in a little more pleasure, before returning to the task at hand: Getting this cock as wet as possible from her cunt juice. When Travis's nose was finally released, and the wet snatch of Sapphires retreated from his lips, he quickly drank up the air, gasping heavily in his oxygen starved state. He knew the girl had come, that much was apparent, and not just because she had let him breath either. He could taste and feel her juices all around him. Travis didn't care much for the pat on his head though. He was hung like an animal, but he certainly wasn't one. He had no desire to be treated like one either, and Travis had to fight the urge to nip at her finger. Furthermore, he told himself that doing so would do him no good though. He then watched as Jade and Sapphire changed positions. Furthermore, he was curious to see what they were going to do, and found out soon enough. Travis had to give them points for creative teamwork, if nothing more. He gasped as he felt the sensations of Jade's pussy grinding up and down the back of his cock. The feel of Sapphires tongue running the length of his cock and sucking on his head caused his hips to make an instinctive lift upwards." My name is-ehehehehe don't!" Travis had begun to respond to Jades question, seeing no harm in it, when he felt a hand begin to deftly and lightly tickle his large, hairless nut sack. Travis was horribly ticklish along his entire body, and it wasn't too surprising that his genitals were his most ticklish spot. Sapphire grunted as the cock forced its way in to her mouth, stopping just short of five inches. She stayed there, sucking and running her tongue around the meat in her mouth before pulling back, until once again she only had his crown trapped between her lips, Jade was oblivious. The stimulation of her outer folds was making her very hot, and very bothered, as she started to buck her hips against his cock, grinding harder against the many girth of him as she huffed in lust. She groaned when his cock shot up in to the air, pressing against her slit as he began to laugh, his body instinctually trying to get away from Sapphire's tickling. Smiling to herself, she let her weight shift to her ass, forcing his body down against the bed as Sapphire grinned around the head of his cock, letting her other hand ghost along the inside of his thigh, making little swirls up and down as she hoovered on his cock, her cheeks caving in from the suction. It was enough to make him cum, if he could. Jade looked down at Sapphire's head, centimeters away from her snatch, and laughed at her torture, hearing Travis grunt and gasp from laughter and a desperate need to cum. Her snatch was pressed tightly around the back of his cock, at the base, and was making quite a sticky mess of it. Looking over her shoulder, she put on a fierce expression for their captive. "Answer me, you shit. Your name, I want it now." To emphasize her point, she let one hand run up his chest to his nipple, hard as rock, where she pinched it, hard. Pain, pleasure, and tickling flooded his senses as she demanded something so simple of him. Travis was making a sound that was a combination between grunting and laughing as he felt Sapphires mouth envelope almost half his cock, working it exceptionally well. Gods, the women had skill! Travis's mind was being pulled in two directions. One, that being the direction of his cock as it was sucked and ground mercilessly and in a way that Travis was sure that if he didn't have the ring around his cock, he would have come already, and the other direction was the gentle tickling of his balls. He felt Jade press his body back down with her supple ass and continue to grind into the top of his shaft. Gods, she felt so wet and hot! Of course, his mind was also being driven to distraction as Sapphire began to gently tickle his inner thigh as she sucked away at his bulbous knob. Travis was sucked back to the world of the living when her felt Jade's snaking hand take a hold of his erect nipple and give it a painful pinch. Ouch, that hurt! And it woke him up a little. "MY name Sheree is oh! Travis!" Travis managed to get out after a few breathless seconds. He had to remember that these girls meant business, and this was a less than friendly situation he had involved himself in. "That's a boring name," Jade said, shifting her weight so she was sitting on her haunches, shifting her pussy to bump up against Sapphire's sucking lips. "Move." Looking up at her friend, Sapphire pulled off Travis' head with an audible, sucking pop, the cock standing upright from its rigidness. "It's all yours," she smiled, her hands now gently tickling both his thighs. Placing her cunt against the tip of his cock, Jade bit her lip as she pressed down, his wide head piercing her folds, forcing her cunt open. Despite the abuse she let her cunt take, and on a regular basis, she stayed tight as a vice, and Travis would be acutely aware of that fact as his cock was squeezed on all sides by Jade as she sank deeper, taking more and more of the foot long cock. Sapphire lazily played with Travis's sensitivity as she watched her friend's pussy slowly engulf the man, her cunt straining to wrap around the fat fuck stick. When she had completed her task, she grinned at her friend and fuck buddy, sitting up on her knees, facing her friend." So, how is it?" she asked, knowing the answer already. Letting out a long held, jagged breath, Jade grinned like a cat. "It's wonderful. So fucking full!" Pushing off with her feet, her grin grew as her pussy reluctantly let go of some of his cock, fighting fiercely to keep it in, so she was squatting on her feet. With some measure of athleticism only she could pull off, she did a stout hop, managing to twist her body around so she was facing Travis, all the while keeping Travis inside her snatch, her walls twisting and constricting around his cock as she turned, her body's downward momentum forcing his cock back in to her cunt hard. She let a guttural, animal like sound out when her pelvis pressed against his, her head thrown back as she reveled in the exquisite sensations. Looking down at Travis, she took even more pleasure in his anguished face, her pussy would be the best he ever felt. Two hundred years of unfettered radiation would do that to a Waste lander." You're going to pound this pussy hard. If you don't, you'll find yourself in a situation of too little air and too much Sapphire," Jade hissed, leaning over Travis, very, very slowly grinding her hips against him, his cock grinding and shifting in her moist cunt. Her heavy tits draped across his chest as she grinned like a Devil. "So, what are you going to do?" Travis gave a deep moan as Sapphire pulled her full suckling lips off his bulbous cock head. Part of that moan was pleasure, the other parts were lust and frustration. Sapphire was good, he had to give her that, and he was sure he would have come by now if it wasn't for that damn ring around his cock. He was driven crazy by these horny women, and part of that was making him even more excited, oddly enough. As Jade mounted Travis, a low, gasping groan escaped his lips. Gods, she was tight! She fit like a most, velvet glove, clasping and squeezing his large manhood as she inched herself on. His hips instinctively lifted themselves up as she continued to continue down, his body eager for the Union of their bodies to be finished and to fill her to the brim with his shaft. At this point he was starting to actively want these women. There was something about them that was so different from the women in the vault. They were strong, independent, and he liked that. When Jade had finally mounted Travis, he Lt out a hiss, his eyes closing. He couldn't remember a woman ever taking him in fully before. It was an incredible feeling, and he wondered if Sapphire would be able to do such a foot as well? He supposed he would eventually find out, as if they made good on there promise, he was probably going to be there fuck-toy for a little while. He then watched was a pleasure-conjured awe, as Jade spun on his cock, her muscles twisting around his penis as she did so. As Jade pressed her breasts to his chest, and made her threats, asking what Travis was going to do, he suddenly felt a little thrill run down his spine. So, she wanted him to pound her pussy? Travis rather liked that idea. However. Another idea was popping into his head. Travis grinned as he looked into Jade's eyes. "I'm going to fuck your brains out." With those words said, and before they might have any chance to fuller register, Travis quickly threw his body to the right, using all of his weight and muscle for the task. Travis was not huge, but he could be deceptively strong. He wasn't trying to throw Jade off of him though. He was rolling her over unto her back. Once he had her there, Travis began bucking his hips like a mad-man, up and down, pounding away at her pussy indeed in short fast strokes. His large balls would be putting on a show for Sapphire as they were audibly slapping against Jade's tight ass with each thrust. Jade made a noise as Travis shifted his hips, pushing her over on to her back. She let him. This was what she wanted. Besides, she wasn't in any danger. His arms were bound tight and Sapphire was there with her. Jade could stop this anytime she wanted. Of course, she had no intentions of stopping, or slowing down. She grunted along with Travis as he forced his girth in to her, his precarious balance stopping him from drawing out his thrusts or aiming with any real point. Her cunt's vice grip and the girth of his cock did ample to make up for any lacking in finesse." That's more like it!" Jade groaned as she rolled her hips against Travis, a tiny grunt escaping her lips with each slap of his heavy nuts against her ass. Jade wrapped her legs around Travis, helping him along with each thrust as she grinned like a Cheshire, her well-trained muscles clamping down on his cock each time he pulled out. Sapphire was laughing as she sat behind the two, playing with herself. A flash of inspiration spread across her face as she moved up behind Travis, pressing her crotch against his ass, letting her body mold against his. Her tits squished up against his bound arms." Let me help you out," she whispered, her hands grabbing his hips as she gauged his thrusts, steadying his balance, before adding her own untied strength to those chaotic thrusts, pushing against his ass as he buried his cock deeper in to Jade's pussy." You two are hitting it off wonderfully," she said, letting one hand slip in between herself and Travis, finding his heavy nuts. Cupping them, she began to fondle them as she continued to aid him in his frantic fuck. Jade seemed to have no objections to Travis on top, something he noted. It seemed the women didn't care much who was in charge, so long as she got a good dicking. Well, Travis was never one to disjoint. As she groaned in approval, Travis continued to thrust into her, feeling her cunt tighten around his cock and squeeze him back in response. Travis could hear Sapphire laughing in the background, and couldn't help but wonder if she was enjoying the show. Not that he thought this was a new sight for the women. Travis got the feeling that Sapphire had probably seen Jade being fucked by more than one man, possibly at the same time, on more than one occasion. A few seconds later, Travis felt Sapphires body pressed to his, her own impressive breasts now being laid over his bound hands. They reached up as best as they could to fondle the fleshy orbs. They felt surprisingly soft and firm at the same time. He then let her steady him, his thrusts becoming deeper and better aimed. As she reached around and began to fondle his scrotum, Travis gave a soft moan. He wanted to empty those things so bad right now." We'd hit it off better if you untied my hands and let me cum." Travis grunted, continuing his thrusts. He wasn't expecting that just yet though. Sapphire giggled as she felt Travis' hands palm her tits the best they could, tied up and bound like he was. He certainly was getting into his new role as willing fuckboy. His thrusts were now quite the thing to watch. She was very enraptured by the site of her friend's tits bouncing up and down her chest with each smack of Travis' pelvis against hers. The sounds, scents, and sites were doing horrible, wonderful things to her cunt as she pressed against Travis' ass, grinding against him the best she could to alleviate the burning need in her pussy." Ohhh you're assuming too much, Travis," she whispered in to his ear, batting at the nape of his neck as she continued to undulate with him. "Who says you'll get to cum at all? We may have a sudden change of mood, and leave you here, tied up with that ring on."" Fuck that! This cock deserves a good pumping!" Jade cried, her head resting on the bed as she reveled in the fucking. "We're keeping this toy for a good long while, Safe, and I'm going to make -motherfucker- I'm going to make sure he's a happy camper!" Grabbing Travis' head, she smothered his face in her tits, shaking her torso, smacking him with the fleshy globes as she laughed like a maniac, twisting her hips around the thick cock." Almost there," she breathed, perspiration beading along her brow. "So close to cumming. Fuck me!" Squeezing Travis' nuts a little harder, Sapphire nipped at his neck. "You heard the girl. Fuck her!" Travis listened to Sapphires threats as she nipped at his neck, whispering in his ear. For a moment, he really was afraid they would do that to him. What a hellish fate that would be, trapped aroused and unable to find relief until he either died, or somebody else found him. Then, god knows what would happen. If they were like the girls, he could end up experiencing another round of sexual frustration. Jades cries put him a little more at ease though. At least she seemed to be enjoying the deep dicking he was giving her. The feel of her large breasts slapping against his face was a new one, but not an unpleasant one. He could think of worse things to have hit his face. The twisting of her waist was only adding to his pleasure as he continued to spear into her." If you say so." Travis commented. His hips moved faster as he could feel jade drawing closer to her orgasm. If he was lucky, he might even be able to find his own relief. If he was lucky... Jade's eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated on the feel of her hips twisting against Travis' pi stoning cock. She was breathing heavily as she clutched his head to her tits, the pounding causing them to shake around him. Sapphire was quickly loosing it herself. She was itching in a place only Travis could scratch, and Jade was hogging all the good dick!" Damnit girl, cum already!" she growled, hissing in frustration as Travis continued to sloppily manhandle her tits. The stimulation wasn't enough to help. In fact, it just made things worse. And then Jade was cumming. Her cunt clamped down on the invading cock like a vice, keeping him buried to the hilt as her walls spasmed in orgasm. Her scream ripped from her with a manacle, cat like ferocity that sounded almost like pain. As the orgasm subsided, she was left dead on the bed, her chest heaving as she drew air in to her lungs, her cunt trying its best to milk the cum that would not leave Travis' balls. Sapphire had enough. Seeing the well fucked look plastered on Jade's face, Sapphire took the initiative, scrambling around Travis, pulling him off Jade, before Sapphire swung her leg over her friend, straddling her waist, before getting comfortable on all fours above her friend, her puffy, wet pussy practically drooling for cock."Are you finished with her, now you fuck me. I cum like she did, and then you can cum." Shaking her ass to emphasize her point, she glared back at him. "Now fuck me silly!" Travis felt Jade's hips twisting against his, her cunt squeezing and milking his manhood with each turn and shove as he rode her. Travis buried his face in her breasts, part because Jade was holding his face in them, but mainly because Travis wanted his face to be there. He kissed and licked at either mammary as his hands continued to play over Sapphires breasts. Then, just like that, as though she heard Sapphires command to cum, Travis could feel Jades snatch clamp down on him as convulsions rocked her body, and more specifically, her vice-like cunt. Travis listened to her scream as his hips continued to buck with as much energy as he could muster. The sensations were heavenly, and once again Travis was sure that if he was able to, he would have come again.Finally, once her orgasmic bliss had subsided, Sapphire was quick to switch positions. He watched as she took a position with her legs spread, demanding to have her pussy pounded just like her friend had been. It was times like these that Travis wished once again his hands were free. They weren't though, so he would have to make do. Switching positions to a kneeling position, Travis lined his cock up with Sapphires moist slit before sliding it home and beginning to thrust in and out of her. "That's better," Sapphire moaned, pushing her cunt on to Travis' cock, split wide. Looking down at Jade, Sapphire growled at what was in store for her. Her friend and fuck buddy seemed oblivious, spread across the bed, mewing lightly as her cunt leaked out copious amounts of love juice. It was going to be good. But not with Travis's uncoordinated lunging. Not willing to pry herself off the cock, she knew it fell to Jade. Leaning on to one hand, Sapphire slapped her friend's cheek, hard, grabbing a nipple and tweaking it as hard immediately after. A moan of pain-pleasure shocked Jade back in to the present. "What the fuck was that for?" she yelled, seemingly unawares of the fucking Sapphire was getting. Understanding lit her face a second later, and she began to smile like the devil. "Big, isn't it?"" Fuck, yes, it's big. Now get over there and untie the fucker! I want to be manhandled, dammit!" The sounds of slapping skin was the most dominant in the room, aside from the guttural noises of fucking. "Now, hurry the fuck-up!" Jade laughed as she slithered out from under her friend, pausing to slap Sapphire's tits before walking on Shaka legs to where Travis was hunched over, pushing his hips against Sapphire's ass." That was wonderful, my dear," she said, leaning in and nipping at his jaw, before his hands were freed, suddenly, by a knife that had been at the foot of the bed. Just like that, he had full mobility again. He wouldn't run, though. He'd fuck Sapphire until he hurt, and then he'd beg for them to let him cum. The power trip was enough to get you horny again." Go on, then. Oblige her. Manhandle her willing, lush body, and then I'll let you cum anywhere you want, as a reward." Travis groaned, pushing his hips forward as Sapphire thrust her hips back. Gods, this felt good, but it would feel even better if he had been allowed to cum. Travis imagined by now he would have probably came two or three times at least. He tried to ignore that activating fact for the moment and focussed on pumping his dick into Sapphire as best he could. Travis thrusts came to an abrupt halt when Sapphire slapped Jade across the face and pinched her nipple. The sudden action of violence and Jades yell made him somewhat concerned. The hostility stopped a moment later though and Travis went back to thrusting, feeling a little better when he heard mention of his hands being untied. He liked the sound of that. Travis grinned as Jade nipped at his jaw, telling him how wonderful it was. A moment later his arms were untied. "Oh, don't worry. I'll manhandle her well." Came Travis's response to Jades words. He then grabbed Jades face and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. "And i definitely have an idea or two where I'm going to cum." He grinned at her, then turned his focus to Sapphire. Now with both of his hands free, Travis could finally gain some level of balance and leverage. Both of his hands found Sapphires hips, and he pulled himself up, while pushing her body down, so that her ass was arched upwards, her pussy pointing at a good 45 degree angel. He gave her ass a good, hard slap, before he began to really piston himself in and out of her. AT this angel he could go even faster than before and his cock was almost a blur as it was rammed in and out of her pussy, he heavy balls slapping hard and fast enough somebody was bound to get a bruise when this was over. Jade groaned in to Travis' kiss, pinching his nipple like she did for Sapphire, but a lot less hard. "I look forward to it. Now, fuck her." Sapphire made a small 'oomph' like sound when Travis pushed her torso in to the bed, yelping when his hand made contact with her creamy ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on her right cheek. And then he started fucking Gerhard. His cock was tearing up her cunt at that speed, the girth mercilessly forcing her cunt open again and again. Sapphire was like a banshee, screaming like she was being stabbed. Well, she was, but imagine it was a knife instead. She grunted a mantra of 'fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck' as Travis plunged in to her, each chant emphasized by a heavy slap of his balls against her pelvis. Despite already having cum not a few minutes ago, Jade's cunt was already tingling for more. Still kneeling beside Travis, watching as their fuckboy destroyed her friend's cunt, Jade was already on fire. She had enough of just watching. Grabbing Travis' right hand, she pulled it to her cunt, pushing it against her gooey snatch. "You can multitask, right?" she asked him, guiding a few of his fingers in to her pussy. "Oh, I will." Travis responded to Jade orders, his attention on pounding Sapphire mercilessly. He wasn't just going to make her cum. He had full intention of making the red-head cum her brains out. That was a given. He grinned as he continued to pump hard and fast into Sapphires dripping snatch. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Travis taunted her a bit, giving her another slap on the ass. She wanted to be man-handled, Travis would oblige. God, she seemed as tight as her friend, and is she wasn't so excited Travis knew he would be having troubles. But she was excited, so Travis was capable of plowing her like fresh soil. Suddenly Travis felt a tug on his hand and saw what Jade was doing. It seemed the flames had been stoked again. He supposed he couldn't blame her, with all the hormones in the air, and the show she was getting right now. He didn't need a second invite and inserted two of his fingers into her honeypot, string them around. "Oh I think I can do more than one thing, or one girl, at once. Travis thumb reached up and began flicking over Jades clit, knowing she would enjoy that. Sapphire's groan drew out in to a low rumble of laughter as she relished in her abuse. "I need it harder," she panted, throwing her hips back at Travis, crying out when his hand hit her other round cheek, leaving another red hand print on the jiggling behind." Hit me again! Pull my hair! Fuck me!" she moaned, one hand reaching down to her stuffed cunt, pinching at her swollen clit hard, in time with Travis' maddening thrusts. Jade simply smiled as Travis began to work her cunt with his fingers, hissing as his thumb rubbed and flicked her clit. She laughed at her friend, who, when not getting plowed, was always in control. But when she felt safe, she loved nothing more than to be used. It reminded her of an ancient pre-war term for her kind: Cum dump." She likes it rough, Travis," Jade explained, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pressing her tits around the arm that was busy guiding those fingers in and out of her cunt. "Think you can make it rough?" "You're just a nasty little bitch aren't you?" Travis couldn't help but laugh as Sapphire seemed to be mewling for abuse. While it really wasn't Travis's style, he could certainly give it a shot. At the very least, he did like being in control of this situation, and if he had to get physical a bit to maintain control, so be it." Tell me you like, you dirty whore." Travis commanded, giving her ass another hard slap. He had to admit, he liked the feel of her full, fleshy backside against his hand. He could get used to spanking her like this. Furthermore, he gave a good grab at the ass cheek he had just spanked, squeezing it tight. Furthermore, he then reached forward and gave her hair a good tug. Not too hard, as he did want to hurt her that much, but enough to know she was getting a yank on it. Travis's hand still continued to play with Jades mound. In and out his fingers went, all the while his thumb was swirling over her swollen love button as though he was trying to polish it enough to see his face in it. The feel of her large tits against his arm was great. While they had gotten off to a rocky start, the idea of traveling with these two was starting to warm up to him. Granted, it could just be the sex and his incredibly frustrating desire to cum that was doing all the thinking. Sapphire's cunt practically gushed as Travis talked down to her, each filthy word making her pussy spasm. She couldn't formulate words to tell him how much she was enjoying herself, but the happy, strained groan she gave when he squeezed her ass cheek was answer enough." Fuuuuuuck!" she cried when he pulled her hair, her head rearing as he tugged on her just hard enough for her to feel it. "S-s-s-s-o goooooood...." Jade herself was getting pretty worked up, too. Her face was beside Travis', watching attentively as his cock plowed in to her friend's cunt, and the red tinge her ass cheeks had turned from their abuse." Ohhhhh, we're going to get alongreallywell, Travis," she mewed, her hips slowly undulating against Jacob's hand, forcing her clit against his thumb as she moved." Where do you want to cum, Travis? Tell me. Give me every single detail of where you'll empty your balls. And then, when you're done. I'll let you do it." Travis could feel the way Sapphires pussy was convulsing around his manhood, squeezing, trembling, letting go, and then squeezing again. He could hear her groans of pleasure. Yes, she was loving this. It seemed these women was a bit of a masochist. Interesting. Perhaps he would make spanking her something of a regular thing. Travis gave Sapphires hair one last jerk before letting go and giving her ass another slap. "I'm glad you're enjoying this, dear. Perhaps you'd like to be spanked every morning. And of course night, before bedtime." Travis couldn't help be grinned, enjoying a certain degree of power he felt over the women who had, just a little while ago, exhibited power over him." Well, I do hope we do." Travis responded to Jade's comments, continuing to work both her cunt and her clit with his hand. Travis leaned in for a quick kiss on her lips. Oh, he definitely knew what he wanted for his orgasm. "I want you both to suck me off." Yes, that's what he wanted. To feel both of the women slips and tongues rolling all over his cock and Helmut. That would feel heavenly. Sapphire had tears running down her cheeks, she was in so much pleasure. She threw herself at Travis' cock with abandon, skewering herself on all twelve inches of him. She let out a strangled, heady moan when Travis let go of her hair, her head falling to the bed. Furthermore, she lurched when she was spanked again." God yes! Morning and night, I'll be your whore. I'll let you do whatever you want with me!" She was lost. Her body was limp on the bed, her ass held up only by Travis' cock snug tight in her cunt. Pushing her body up with her hands, she looked back at Travis, the trails of pleasure-tears fresh on her cheeks. "But during the day, you'refine!" And then, with a final smack to her ass, she was cumming, her cunt gripping down like Jade's did, juicing around his cock. Jade had her lips pressed against Travis' when she heard Sapphire scream in climax, grabbing Travis' head and forcing her tongue in to his mouth, her own smaller climax hitting her as she devoured him. Sapphire, finally getting the climax she really wanted, fell forward, sliding off of Travis' cock to slump down on her side, practically unconscious. Looking up at Travis, she smiled." I thought I heard something about you cumming? You definitely earned it, so let's get you some relief." And she was on her knees, Jade coming down to kneel beside her. She wrapped a steadying arm around Sapphire, laughing as she reached up and grabbed Travis' engorged cock, bringing it over to them." Ring: Sleep," Jade said, and the ring blinked off. It was still snug around the base of Travis' cock, but it wasn't exerting any power over him. He could cum now, and he would, very quickly, once he felt their lips around his cock. Sapphire's hand went to his heavy balls, cupping them and massaging them as Jade slowly jacked the massive cock." I want a big load from you, Travis. Make sure you deliver, or else the ring is going to power up." Sapphire warned, before kissing his head, running her lips down one side oh Travis' monster. Jade grinned, and letting go of the cock, did likewise, placing her lips on the opposite side of Travis' cock, Jade and Sapphire's lips meeting as they kissed, for the first time today, around the cock, both their pussy juices gathering on their tongue and lips as they sucked along his length. Travis couldn't help but grin a mile wide as Sapphire made her promises of servitude to him. Of course, there were no guarantee's that she would remember such pledges once he was done fucking her. However, it was still good to hear them. He would have this moment, if nothing else. And then she was cumming. Sapphire was cumming her brains out on Travis's fuck stick, and as tight as she clamped her spasming pussy around it, he continued to pump it in and out of her, letting her relish the pleasure he could give. He could feel her juices squirting all over his cock as he continued to fuck her without mercy. For the moment, she was his and that was all that mattered. Finally, Travis pulled his cock out of Sapphire's pussy, the ring finally being turned off. Christ he had to cum. He was so close. So very close. He could feel Sapphire grazing his balls, and then Jade and Sapphire running their tongues and lips all over his throbbing shaft. It didn't take much. Just that little bit once the ring was turned off, and Travis was crying out loud, his cock exploding, shooting stream after stream of cum as his balls finally got a chance to empty themselves. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Travis cried out, finally finding the relief he needed. Jade was suckling at the very base of his cock when Travis came, feeling his cock pulse as he began to empty himself in to Sapphire's mouth. Sapphire, who had been fondling his heavy nuts, felt the impending explosion, and had ripped her lips from his shaft, sealing them around his cock head as the first shot of thick, white jazz plastered her tonsils. She let out a throaty moan as she took the next two blasts, gathering the jazz in her mouth, before breaking away, gulping audibly as she downed his cum. By then, Jade had made her way to take Sapphire's place, her own lips sealing over the red crown, her throat working overtime to swallow each powerful burst of cum. She only got two in, though, before Sapphire was pulling her off, her lips popping off the cock head, her mouth spilling some of his cum down her chest. Unfortunately for Sapphire, she didn't make it back in time, and the next blast, still powerful, landed on Jade's face, a thick white string of jazz going from her cheek to chin. Sapphire, distracted by the misfire, didn't react quickly enough, and had only managed to push Jade out of the way in time for another shot to land on her tits, a string running from the upper slope of her right tit down and across to her left nipple." Fuck it." Sapphire moaned, grabbing the shaft and pumping it furiously, milking the rest of his cum on to her face and tits. By the time he was done, Sapphire was quite the mess. Her face was plastered with cum, and her tits were dripping in long, thick lines as she relished in the subservience of the act. Jade just crossed her arms across her own chest, pouting. "Next time, Travis, you're cumming INSIDE me. No way this slut's getting all of it again." Travis groaned out loud, crying out as the pleasure of the orgasm finally assailed his body. Had he been able to concentrate, he would have been paying attention to the way Sapphire moved around to form her lips over his cock head she began to suck back his seed. Travis was so enraptured by his pleasure, he didn't look down to see the girls fighting over his cum until it had almost all sprayed out of him. He was vaguely aware of Sapphire taking charge, grabbing a hold of his cock and pumping every last drop out of it. By the time she was done, both the girls were a bit on the sticky side and Travis felt sexual relief like he had never had before." I promise, next time I cum you'll both get your fill." Travis panted, his cock still hard from all the sexual activities. Despite the amount of strain the activities had placed on him, his cock still took a good while to deflate. He did wonder though if he would regret his promise of filling both there needs of his seed. After all, these were two very cock hungry women. Jade was on top of Sapphire in a second, assaulting her breasts with her tongue, slurping up the cum that had coated her friend's perky, large tits. Sapphire just laughed as she was pushed down on the bed, her stronger friend pinning her there as her mouth and tongue danced across her tits. She had managed to get every bit of cum off of Sapphire, something both women were proud of, their cunts lighting up as they engaged in their private end-fuck. But they would wait until later tonight to really get in to it. Pushing Travis down on to the bed, the two women climbed up to lay on either of his sides, propped up on their elbows as they draped themselves across him, their breasts resting on his chest and their legs on top of his." So, Travis. Do we have a deal? We'll be your guide, you tell us what you're looking for, and we'll get along amazingly. I think you liked this, didn't you?" Sapphire asked, a hand ghosting across his nipple, barely touching, as she swirled across his chest with a tingly touch." Yes, didn't you? You loved fucking us, seeing us cum on your beautiful cock," Jade added, her hand going down to his cock, resting on his leg, tickling the length. "We could make it a habit. You just need to let us in on the big secret, and let us help ourselves to whatever you don't need." Travis watched with amusement as Jade pounced on Sapphire and began cleaning her breasts with her tongue. It reminded him of a video he saw in the vault of two cats cleaning each other. Granted, this was a lot sexier than those two cats were. He smiled a bit, sitting back and watching the show until Sapphire was clean. Travis was quickly pushed down as all women laid beside him, partially pinning him down to the bed, though there actions were less aggressive this time. He slipped a hand around either women as they touched and stroked him. He moaned slightly, and his hips gave a slight twitch when Jade tickled his leg. His cock still raged, not to surprising considering how back up he had been before he finally came." Hmm... I admit, you two women are rather good at negotiating. And I would certainly like to think I wasn't the only one who got something out of this." Travis's hands which had slipped under and around each woman, resting on their hips reached up and gave both women a brief tickle on the ribs. "If we are to be working together though, first you'll need to remove this ring from my cock. Then I shall talk to you about my mission." Jade grinned as she saw Travis twitch, continuing her light motions. Sapphire just rested, relishing in the afterglow of great sex. They both hissed when Travis ran his fingers against their ribs, making them shift against his hard body, their tits dragging against him as they stifled laughter." But if we take that ring off, who's to say you won't bust your nut in ten minutes?" Jade pouted, her hand wrapping around Travis' still-raging hard on. "This guy is too good to waste." Sapphire's hands trailed around his nipple as she contemplated something. Looking up at Travis, she spoke out: "How about this. We'll give you the commands for the ring. That way there's no way we could keep you hard if you didn't want to be." Travis grinned as both women fought the ticklish sensations, their bodies pressing against his in response to the natural urge to pull away from his fingers. He felt their large breasts rubbing against him and grinned, his hands moving down and cupping either of the girls firm ass cheeks and giving them a playful squeeze." Hey now, I can hold off pretty good." Travis commented. He rolled his hips when Jade wrapped her hand around his member, pumping them slightly and fucking her hand a bit. "Besides, I thought you wanted as much of my cum in your mouth as possible." Travis grinned at her. When Sapphire mentioned giving him the commands for the ring, he mused it over for a moment, then nodded his head. "I think that's fair. Though I doubt you two would have trouble keeping me hard whether I wanted to be or not." Travis winked at Sapphire before dipping in for a quick kiss on her lips. Jade smirked at Travis. "Yea, I do, but that's the best part of the ring." Sliding away from Travis, Jade crawled down to his legs, positioning herself so she was below his cock." Ring, activate," she commanded, and the white light was back, Travis' cock instantly as hard as it'll get. "This part you already know," Jade explained, dipping down to his nuts before dragging her tongue back up the shaft to his head." This part, though, you haven't seen," she grinned. "Ring, replenish." And just like that, a powerful tingling in Travis' heavy nuts, as they almost visibly expanded." Feel Ching to cum again?" she asked as she wrapped a hand around his girth, squeezing and pumping along the fuck stick. "Well, just watch." Placing her lips around his head, creating a perfect seal, she began to suck, hard. Looking at Sapphire, who had not moved, happy to devour Travis' lips, the red-head grinning at her friend." Now, pay close attention," Sapphire said, breaking her kiss with Travis. "Ring, relief." And just like that, Travis' cock surged as it let a spurt of thick, creamy jazz splatter the back of Jade's throat as she began to swallow, her hand jacking his cock furiously as she milked him, struggling to keep up with the torrent of cum. Each noisy gulp of cum sent shivers down her body as she felt his jazz slide down her throat. Sapphire let her friend enjoy herself as she turned back to Travis, crushing her lips against his as he emptied his balls to Jade's ministrations. "Oh?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow when Jade mentioned that it was the best part of the ring. He didn't understand what she meant, but as Jade slid down his body and began to position herself in between his legs, he had the feeling she was going to show him. Travis spread his legs nice and wide, letting her had easy access to anything she wanted to get at down there. Travis smiled as Jade activated the ring, causing his already hard cock to stiffen even more and ran her tongue over his balls, shaft, and finally his large knob. When she mentioned he hadn't seen something, he looked at her, waiting for her to show him. It didn't take long as she uttered the code words. "Oh!" Travis gasped, his cock twitching as he suddenly felt like his balls were filled with cum to the point of exploding. When Jade asked if he was itching to cum and started to pump his cock before she began sucking it hard, the moans he let out seemed to be a pretty good indicator. Those moans were muffled by another kiss from Sapphire, though Travis's hips lifted upward, wanting to fuck Jades mouth. The kiss was broken a moment later though, and Travis was instructed to watch. When Sapphire gave the order "Relief." Travis was crying out loud as he found himself cumming hard. "OH Jesus!" Travis cried out, Jade's head bobbing up and down like a pro, collecting his seed as his balls emptied themselves into her mouth. His cries of pleasure were interrupted as Sapphire kissed him again. It seemed to take forever, but his orgasm finally ended, his cock still hard as it was licked and sucked clean by the more than eager Jade." Well, I see that ring has its uses..." Travis finally gasped when he broke the kiss with Sapphire. Travis shakily got to his feet and stood over top the two women hands on his hip, cock jutting out as though an accusing finger, though it was more like an accusing arm in his case. "I suppose I shall keep the ring on. As for what I'm looking for, I'm looking for an air purifying chip for my vault. If you two can help me find one of those, I'm sure you'll both have very big grins on your faces." Jade mewled as Travis' cock was drained of all its Teddy cum. Like an expert, she didn't miss a drop. Gathering any stray strands on his cock head, she grinned, sitting back on her haunches, patting her taught stomach, like she had just had a three-course dinner. "Wonderful!" Sapphire grinned as Travis' cock jutted out in front of her face. She so wanted to latch on to it, but they needed to get going. They had a room in Megaton that would be much more comfortable, and safer, than staying here another night, and if they were going to reach the quickly growing town, they'd have to leave very soon. Sliding off the bed, she stretched her muscles, her body twisting with the sensual grace of an incredibly hot feline. "An air purifier chip? That's not going to be easy to find. As far as I know, they've got a life span of a half a millennia..." Jade, slipping off the bed and stretching herself, just grinned. "All the better. That means Travis will have to stick around longer, and we'll get more of his wonderful cock." To show her new-found love for the meaty stick, she walked over to the edge of the bed where Travis still stood and kissed the tip, pressing the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, a mockery of a French kiss." We'll head to Megaton, then. We've got a room there in Moriarty's. If we hurry, we'll make it there just before dark. We can have a few drinks, take stock of our supplies, and be out on the prowl tomorrow morning," Sapphire commented, currently in the process of putting on her skin-tight minishorts, her twisting and hopping doing wonderful things to her heavy tits." And we'll have to fit in a nice long fuck session, don't forget. You do have to keep that promise you made to Travis," Jade smirked, slipping on her thong, pulling it tight so it slid between her pussy lips, loving the feel of the fabric against her cunt. Sapphire simply smiled, pulling on her top, straightening it as she looked at Travis with a fire. "Yes, I haven't forgotten. I'm your slut, evening and morning, Travis. I highly suggest you take advantage of that," she purred, breaking eye contact to gather her rifle and pack. Jade was more reluctant to cover her tits from Travis' view, but she knew she didn't want to burn them, so she slipped on the black tank-top. Last thing to go on was her crotch less-assless pants, and then she was ready, her shotgun cradled in her arms and her pack on her back.(((I think, after you post the response to them, you can jump ahead to arriving at the gate to Megaton.))) "Yes, I don't expect it's going to be easy. I imagine finding anything of vault TEC quality is going to be difficult." Travis shook his head. He had no Illusions that his job was going to be an easy one. If they could even find something that would keep the vault running for a good six more months, or maybe a year, then there might be a chance. As things were when he left, they had maybe a few months before the vault was flooded. Maybe four if the technicians were able to keep things running by doing some re-wiring. Last he had heard, they were going to be doing some alterations to the air vents, so it would be less of a strain on the machines. At any rate, time was of the essence. Travis was brought back to the here and now when he felt a tongue rolling over his cock head. Looking down he saw Jade playing with his Helmut and grinned. These girls were machines. He would have to remind himself that he had a mission he had to do. There would be time for sex sure enough, but lives were on the line here." Yes, it sounds like a good idea to get to a town of some sort. A place where we'll be safe and might be able to get some information." Travis liked the sound of that. A place he could fall asleep, and only have to worry about the two nymphos that were with him, and nothing else. Granted, even in a town, Travis imagined everything wouldn't be perfect. Still, for the moment, it sounded like a good idea. As Travis watched the two girls get dressed, he realized that he was in a somewhat less than perfectly presentable condition. Since he had his pants cut, his balls and cock were now fully exposed, and would be until he got a new pair of pants. He hoped that could get some at the town they were headed to, and that he didn't make too much of a scene once they got there. Jade and Sapphire both grinned at Travis, dressed in his tight vault suit, bar the circle of cutout cloth letting his cock and balls hang freely. They both preferred it like that. Starring at the now only semi-erect (they intended to let it soften no less), they had to tear their eyes away, laughing as they left the room and house behind. They were assaulted with the dying sun and a gust of dry, hot air, a billow of sand whisking across the scorched earth. "We'll have plenty of time. Megaton is only three hours West of here," Sapphire commented, looking back at Travis and smiling. Jade was happy for the time, never walking far enough away from Travis to be out of reach, her free hand tugging and playing with his cock as they walked. For about twenty minutes, she even used it as a leash. Of course, she had to reward it for being so good. Every once in a while, she'd stop to take the head in her mouth, suckling on it like a candy before popping it out of her mouth and turning wordlessly to continue down the broken road. After many little sucks and tugs and swirls of his man meat later, they stood at the newly built outer wall of megaton, having absorbed the area around the crater with the new wealth of fresh, clean water." Well, here we are." Travis had followed the two women, partially because they were his guides, but also because Jade seemed to be intent on keeping him on a short lease. Well, not so short really. She was constantly teasing and pulling and sucking on his cock as they made the trip to Megaton. It seemed like she had decided to make it her mission to make sure he was partially if not fully aroused all the time, something the environment had already been doing a good job of before he had met the two ladies. By the time they were at the gates, he was fully aroused. When Travis finally arrived at Megaton, he had to give a slight nod of appreciation. The place was rather impressive. It looked even bigger up close then it did in the distance. He could imagine that a place like this would have a nice collection of supplies and caravans coming in and out of it. Perhaps one of them might have some idea as to where he could get an air purifier chip? When the three arrived at the gates of Megaton, they weren't the only ones there. Aside from Deputy Weld, there was also some more sentry bots at the front of the gate these days to protect and watch for bandits. One of these was a Mr. Gutsy robot, armed to the teeth as usual, along with a Mrs. Tickles bot, one of the modified Mr. Gutsy bots with was armed with several retractable arms for tickling its target, along with a laughing gas spray gun. It was known to be a bit glitchy and had a bad habit of identifying people as hostiles despite the fact they were not. It was best to give it a wide birth. Asside from the sentry machines, there was a small merchant caravan at the gate entrance. Jade and Sapphire would notice the short blonde haired woman with the Double D's as Rusty, a trader who is a delt in all sorts of materials, though weapons, exotic of otherwise were her main items of trade. She wore her typical repair suit with the zipper in the front open, showing enough cleavage to lose both eyes and a face in, with a worn backwards cap on her head. She had an Orgasm ray pistol on her right hip. A large Amazonian black women stood beside the pack Brahma. She was massive, standing a good 6'4, her body well muscled though still sexy and her hair tied into a myriad of braids. She was even more well-endowed then her employer, Her breasts a DDD cup and threatening to cause the black combat armor she wore to burst in the front. Furthermore, she carried a Chinese Machine gun in her hands and had a scoped .44 on her right hip. Her name was Mace, and while Jade and Sapphire both knew her, and she could have a pleasant demeanor about her, they also knew that when it came to a fight, she was as deadly as a Death claw and not to be trifled with. Rumor had it that at one point she had been with the Sisters of Silicone. When Mace spotted the three she gave a whistle between her teeth and yelled out. "Jade, Sapphire, who's the piece of meat you have with you?" She grinned, walking over with Rusty to say hello, though her eyes were playing over the big cock." Well, hello girls." Rusty smiled, looking at Jade and Sapphire, though her eyes were drawn to Travis when she saw his vault suit, though her eyes did momentarily drop to his exposed penis. "How have tricks been? I take it you've found...a few things of interest in the wilderness today." She gave a wink of one of her blue eyes. "Some raw-nosed Vault-dweller we scouted heading, vaguely, in this direction," Jade answered Mace, noting the barbarian woman's keen interest on Travis' stiff erection, which Jade was currently manhandling." Chances are he'd have run in to a Super mutant party before he ever made it here, though," Sapphire added, moving forward to hug Rusty tightly, their heavy tits crushing together. "It's been a long time, no?"" Yea, it seems like ages," Rusty replied, smiling at Sapphire." So, Jade, how good is he?" Mace asked, in a deeper voice fitting her stature. The way her eyes were zoned in on his cock, there was little room for guess work." Made me cum more than once, and you've got to taste his cum. It's the best I've had in a long time," Jade replied, a Cheshire grin lighting her face as her hand began to jack Travis' foot long fuck stick for Mace's enjoyment, a bead of pre-cum dropping on to one of her fingers." Here, try it," Jade said, letting go of the cock and lifting her cum-slick finger to Mace's lips. The woman eagerly opened her mouth, suckling on the finger as she jeweled softly." Hmm, that is quite the treat," she said. "You're going to let me try him out tonight?"" Maybe," Sapphire replied, cutting off Jade. "We're not here for pleasure. We need some supplies and gear, and an idea of where we can hunt down some Vault Tech technology. That's why Travis here had to leave his cushy little home in the first place."" You're no fun," Rusty replied, pouting as she eyed the fat cock." Yea yea, keep it in your pants, girls. What are you doing back in town, anyway?" "Hey, easy now." Travis responded as Jade began to stroke off his cock as she talked to Mace. He was beginning to feel more and more like a living dildo. Granted there were some perks to the idea, but he still wanted at least a little bit of respect. Travis watched as Sapphire and the blonde girl hugged, there large breasts pressing together in a way that was fairly pleasant to the eye and imagination. Travis's attention was brought back to Mace as she spoke to Jade, ignoring him completely. Or at least ignoring everything about him except for his cock which Jade was now pumping well and proper to get a dab of pre-cum and give it to the Amazon to taste. "Hey, I'm not some lick toy." Travis protested, though he imagined his words were falling on deaf ears. Travis wondered if Sapphire intended on pimping him out for the night, and if it was something he was going to have to learn to expect. Granted, he didn't have much, if anything in the way of value, but he was a man of science and had plenty of knowledge about different areas. He could be of use that way." Well, mainly we're here to sell some of our supplies we picked up." Rusty pulled a prod like device out of her back holding it up. "Care to buy a tickle-taser? Good for keeping people in line and a few laughs." Rusty held up the device, then reached it over and gave Jade's left tit a zap with it. The device was on it's lowest setting, but it would still make the well-endowed women feel like her tit was under the skilled fingers of an expert tickler for several seconds. Rusty laughed, putting it away. "Seriously though, Rivet City has been getting a bit to risky lately. Particularly when you get close to the capital. Super mutants are worse than normal, but that's now all...." Rusty leaned in close, her breasts once again pressing against Sapphires as she leaned in. "Rumor has it that there have been some strange machines in the capital. Stuff like you haven't seen before. Huge. Like, bigger than three super mutants put together. Can't say I've seen anything, but fair warning." "Of course you aren't," Jade muttered, rolling her eyes, before pressing up against Travis, her tongue flicking out at his jaw. As soon as she backed away, Jade's thighs pressed together as she hissed, her left tit erupting with sensations from the tickle-teaser. "Ohhh, don't do that," she grated, looking at Rusty with a face." Hasn't the Sisterhood been doing anything? I thought they had been gaining ground in the Capital recently," Sapphire commented, acutely aware of the proximity of Rusty, a woman she was no stranger to. She grinned at the memories of many long nights buried in her juicy snatch while Mace manhandled Jade. The thought of the four of them ganging up on Travis sent a thrill to her cunt that she had to push away, for the moment, at least. Looking over at Mace and Jade, she rolled her eyes. "Give it a rest, you slut. We need to get some gear before Moira's closes up for the day. We'll talk about introducing Travis to the girls later." "He, hey now." Travis couldn't help but grin when Jade pressed herself against him and licked his jaw, the feel of her body close to his sending a few chills down his spine and right to his already rigged member. He was going to have to be careful around these girls. He got the feeling they could turn him into a living dildo, and he might end up loving it. He watched, smirking slight when Jade recoiled from the taser. "I thought you liked getting touched." He grinned, slipping behind her and nipping at her neck as his arms slid around her waist, his large cock pressed to her tight ass. Mace turned to look at Sapphire when she made mention of the SOS. "They along with the Brotherhood of Steel have been making some advances, but some of their squads have gone missing lately. Nobody knows what's going on, though they suspect super mutant ambushes. Thing is, they haven't been finding the usual amount of blood and carnage one might expect to find when super mutants are involved." Mace shook her head, causing her large breasts to shake slightly too in an appealing way. "Just be careful if you head that way." "Hmm, not nearly as much as I like getting fucked," Jade mewed, loving the feel of his rock hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks, a skimpy thong the only thing stopping him from sliding his meat in to her puckered asshole. The idea made her nipples harden, and her ass cheeks to clench, squeezing Travis' cock. Sapphire just rolled her eyes, hoping they'd be able to keep it in their pants long enough to get some information. Looking sidelong at Rusty, she grinned, noting the way her busty friend squeezed her thighs together, and the none too subtle points of her nipples behind her shirt. Mace brought her back to the present, though. "Super mutants don't seem likely. Especially with the Sisters involved. There hasn't been a case yet where the Super mutants haven't raped any Sisters they hold captive. You'd see traces of cum all over the place if it were them," Sapphire grumbled, crossing her arms under her chest, propping her heavy tits up. Her eyes were torn from Mace's hard face to her tits, by far the largest. Even behind her armor piece, they shook and jiggled with their weight. It made Sapphire salivate. She had, many times, salivated over her ebony fun bags, sucking on her onyx nipples while the black Amazon made quick work of her cunt. She chastised herself for such distracting thoughts. It was expected for Jade. The girl was a grade-A cum slut. It was always on her mind. Sapphire, though, prided herself in prioritizing her desire for cock and pussy with the pressing needs of food, money, and shelter." We'll try and avoid it, if we can. Though the end-result may force us to forage in D.C. What we're looking for isn't easy to find," she cursed, shaking her head. "Well, regardless, I say we all get us a few drinks and Moriarty's. It's been a while." "Well, if you're a good girl, you might just get fucked a couple of times." Travis teased, feeling the way Jade's ass cheeks clenched at his throbbing cock. Travis slipped out from behind Jade and gave her tight ass a good slap followed by a wink. God, what was happening to him? He had an important mission to worry about, but all part of him wanted to do was fuck these women senseless. It must be the atmosphere. Still, once again he found himself liking it. His eyes went to the other females as well, and once again he couldn't help but notice just how sexy they all were, and how all of them were either barely dressed or in skin tight/showing clothes. A guy could start to enjoy himself around here, especially with this type of landscape to watch over. He certainly did like the mountains and Valleys. He listened as Sapphire spoke to Rusty and talked about going into the town and from the sounds of things, going to a bar. Furthermore, he was once again reminded of the fact that he had a large hole in his pants making concealing his manhood something of an impossibility. "Uh, Rusty, is there any chance you have an extra pair of pants on you, or something I could use to cover up?"" Sorry cutie, fried I'm all out of that type of material to sell." Rusty smiled, giving Sapphire a wink when Travis wasn't looking. "As far as drinks go, that sounds good. I could use an ice-cold beer or three." The blond grinned. "Well, shall we?" "Oh, but Travis, I'm a bad, bad girl," Jade moaned, grinding her ass along his cock. "And if I want to get fucked, I'll fuck. It's that simple, dear," she added, letting a low, throaty groan escape her lips when she felt Travis' had slap against her ass cheeks, causing them to jiggle maddeningly." Like hell, we're letting you hide that gem!" Mace bellowed, her eyes leading at Travis' cock without hesitation. That did make Sapphire smile, looking at her three friends and lovers, sharing knowing looks. She had no doubt they'd all end up in a room rutting away by the time the sun sank below the horizon. It made her cunt wet thinking about it. It was Mace who led the way in to town, leading the group of five along the outer rim of town to where Moriarty's Saloon, newly expanded, rested. Furthermore, it overlooked the entire town. Pushing open the door, they were met with a haze of smoke and incents that threatened to overwhelm you. Luckily, the place wasn't too crowded, so it wasn't stifling. Taking a seat at the bar, Mace smiled at Gob, ordering five beers. Taking a seat on either side of Travis, Sapphire and Jade shared mischievous grins with each other as they shielded Travis' cock from the view of all but the four ladies with him. Immediately, Jade's had was wrapped around the engorged base jacking it slowly as she took a drink of her beer, making sure to push the bottle deep in to her throat while giving Travis a smokey, dirty look. Sapphire laughed to herself before taking her own drink. Something caught her eye, though. A piece of broken mirror had been put up on the wall, and looking at it now, she could clearly see, through a semi-open door, a redhead on all fours, growing around a mouthful of thick cock. Straining to listen, she was able to pick out the sound of slapping skin and squishing fluids." Nova's been taking in twice as many customers as normal, I don't know what's gotten into her," Gob's scratchy voice sounded, bringing Sapphire to the present. She smiled at him." What about you, Gob? You have been getting some of that, I hope," she grinned." When I get the chance, yea. She's been really busy though, as I said." That made Sapphire frown. "Fuck, Gob, just go in and fuck her! She's got a soft spot for you, man! She'll take you up her cunt over a paying dick any day of the week, and you know it!" Travis sighed a bit at the fact that he was unable to proquire some new pants. He certainly wasn't embarrassed about his manhood, but he hadn't exactly planned on walking around the wastes with the thing hanging out for everybody to see, and now he was going to have to walk into a town with his cock and balls exposed for all to see. Travis followed the other girls. He was glad that they seemed to be walking along the edge of town instead of right through the center. Still, he caught a few female eyes who winked or grinned at him in approval as he was marched by. He felt a bit like a piece of meat, though he supposed being with Sapphire and in particular Jade, he was going to have to get used to that feeling. Especially since both girls had already called dibs on his "meat" as things were. Travis walked into the bar, which seemed for the moment at least to not be particularly busy, though he still caught an eye or two looking at him. He was happy to sit down at the counter and get a bit of cover. He moved himself as close to the counter as he could, as it was just high enough that he could hide his manhood under it. Furthermore, he gave a slight breath of relief. It seemed to be short-lived though, as he felt Jades hand grasp the bottom of his shaft just above the ring and start to pump it. "Oh, Christ..." Travis groaned, looking over at Jade. These women were an animal. He made a gentle note to offer these women a chance to stay in the vault once things were fixed. Travis sipped his beer. It was actually pretty good. Not exactly Vault stile beer, but it didn't taste as sterile as the vault beer either. "Do we really have time for this?" Travis shifted in his chair a bit, not just because he was getting jacked off. "I mean, we do have some time, but shouldn't we be looking for....what we need?" "Have time for what?" Jade asked, facing ignorance as her thumb ran over his engorged head at the apex of each stroke. "We're sitting here drinking, and I want to play."" Travis is right, Jade," Sapphire sighed, looking to Gob." Gob, we're looking for some old Vault Tech equipment for our friend here, and with the rumors going on about DC, we're hoping to avoid heading in to the city." Gob grunted. "Don't ask me, Sappho. I have been stuck here ever since Moriarty bought me. Talk to Moira, why don't you? That crazy bitch loves that kind of shit."" Hmph, is she back in town? Last I heard she was out at the Jefferson Memorial studying some weird fish," Sapphire drawled, taking a swig of her beer." That didn't work out. It was just a weirdly colored fish. She's been back for about two weeks now, so go talk to her." Mace had other ideas, though. She was enthralled with Jade's play, and she grinned at the girl. "That looks like so much fun," she grinned, eliciting a smile back from Jade. "I'd love to try it out."" Not now, Mace!" Rusty said, laughing. "We'll have plenty of time to play with Sappho and Jade's toy tonight. Right now, I say we help them out. We've been looking for something to do since we got back from Paradise Falls." "You know what." Travis replied a moment later, once again growing slight at the way his cock was being stroked. His hips inadvertently were lifting themselves into the air as Jades hand worked up and down the length of his thick manhood. Christ, she had nice hands. He could feel his cock twitch each time she brushed her thumb over his cock held. When Travis heard word again about this Moira character, he turned to look at Sapphire, though part of his attention was still focussed on the hand that was pumping his shaft. "Who's this Moira person you keep talking about? Is she some sort of scientist? Or a trader of some sort?" Travis imagined there were all types of people in this world, and he had little knowledge of who they were. "She's probably the smarts person outside of Rivet City. That being said, she's definitely not all there," Sapphire said, finishing her drink, looking over at Travis, her eyes locking on to Jade. Who was currently bent over nursing Travis' cock, making exaggerated slurping noises as she bobbed up and down the first few inches of his meat. Her eyes looked up at Sapphire with a defiance, before moving to Travis', letting a lust cloud them as she let her hands roam the considerable length she left out of her wet, warm mouth." Oh, fuck, Jade, stop it! You're driving me nuts!" Mace groaned, her teeth biting her lower lip as she drank in the site of the girl slobbering up and down Travis' cock. "My cunt's so wet!"" That's enough!" Sapphire growled, grabbing Jade by the hair and pulling her bodily off Travis' cock, the first four inches of his pole glistening with Jade's saliva. "Later! We've got work to do now!" Travis had been intent on hearing what Sapphire had to say. After all, he did have a mission to focus on, though Jade's pumping hand made for a horribly lovely distraction. He drank his beer casually, letting out a few gasps when Jade ran her thumb over his sensitive and bulbous cock head, which had turned a swollen red from the stimulation. Travis gave a little jump in surprise when he suddenly felt a pair of warm, wet lips slip around his cock head and begin bobbing up and down. Looking into his lap he wasn't surprised to see Jade sucking on his meat. When Sapphire pulled Jade off, the popping sound of her lips loosening off his cock woke Travis back up. It seemed they were headed over to Moira's. Well, that was good, though when James stood up, he was once again reminded that he was still sporting a large hole in the crotch of his pants and his large folic and heavy sac were still exposed. He quickly got behind the girls to give himself a little bit of cover as they made their way to Moira's. Do to the sales of Moira's books over the last two years since it was made, Moira had made a great deal of caps. She could have very easily retired and bought her way into Ten penny Towers if she liked, or moved to any other location in D.C. However, she had decided to stay in Megaton. That wasn't to say she was idle though. On the contrary. Moira had since the acquirement of all of her caps, expanded upon her store, making a two larger lower levels where she was able to conduct various tests. These tests ranged anywhere from harmless plant growing practices, to creating and testing out new weapons. Moira's new-found wealth allowed her to try any type of experiment that her mind could concoct, and it concocted a lot of experiments. When Jade, Sapphire and Travis made it the Crater side Supplies, they found a short black haired Asian women standing behind the counter, a pair of female mercenaries sitting in the back playing cards at a table. They looked over at the three newcomers and grinned slightly. "So, what can I get you at Crater side Supplies?" The Asian women asked, then looked at Travis and raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps a pair of pants? Or a measuring tape?" Mace and Rusty were going to look around town for them while Jade, Sapphire and Travis looked in to Moira. Parting at the door to Crater side, they exchanged small pleasantries before they entered the store. Sapphire smiled, looking down at Travis' meat, kept erect by Jade, who's had been lazily jacking him. She had led him here by the cock, like a dog." We're heading out, possibly in to DC, so we'll need some armor for him," Sapphire explained, leaning against the counter. "Nothing fancy, just something that'll keep against 5.56 ammo." The Asian woman, Ma was her name, if Sapphire remembered correctly, nodded, her eyes lingering on Travis' cock. "I'll need to take some measurements to fit. Combat armor should suffice." There was a definite longing in the small Asian woman's eyes, but she kept it in check. "Sir, if you'll step over in to that room, I'll be right with you," Ma said, motioning to a small archway with a curtain acting as a door." Just make sure you don't get carried away," Jade hissed to Ma, an unfriendly glint in her one working eye." We're actually here for Moira. She downstairs?" Sapphire cut in, pulling Jade away from the counter. "You're going to kill me here." Travis mumbled into Jades ear as she continued to stroke his meat as they had made there trip to Moira's and even once they were in the shop. It wasn't like he exactly needed the help to stay hard, but these women seemed intent on giving him a case of blue balls so she could drain them as soon as possible. Part of Travis certainly didn't object, but his aching cock from maintaining its hardness without relief was protesting silent as the shaft and bulbous cock head throbbed. As directed, Travis headed into the room, feeling somewhat lucky to be out from under Jade's wondering hands, at least for a little while. Not to mention the pleasant prospect of getting a pair of pants. The knowledge that he might have to invest in a solid steel Codpiece before they left played on his mind." I assure you, I'll handle him with the utmost care." Ma gave Jade a slight smirk, then turned to look at Sapphire. "Moira is downstairs, running about a dozen experiments at once. I'm sure she can make some time for you though." Ma then turned around and headed into the back room to take Travis's "measurements". When the two women headed downstairs, they would be assailed with a barrage of various sounds. Anything from hysterical laughter, to moans of passion and pleasure, to pleading for release. Heading downstairs the women would find themselves in a long corridor which had several doors to either side. Each one had a chart beside it, describing which experiment was going on inside it. They would list as anything from simple chemical mixtures, to machine testing, to experiments on volunteers. Wandering into the main laboratory, Sapphire and Jade could see several experiments going on at the moment. Three naked male Super mutants were securely bound to the wall, a couple of female guards standing nearby with automatic rifles watching them as four female assistants were busy at work. Two of them were each working there respective Super Mutant to orgasm, skillfully running their hands up and down the large oil covered chalices of the super mutants. The third one was a different case as two assistants were on their knees and rolling their tongues and hands all over the cock, this one a good 16 inches in length, as an almost painfully slow rate. Reading the charts in front of the creatures, it seemed that two of them were being milked while the third one was being put through a prolonged experiment that required long term orgasm denial. On the other side of the room, a petite blond haired women was bound on some sort of machine. The device had a saddle, like one might have found on a horse before the great war, but it had two holes in it. From these holes were two vibrators, happily buzzing and pumping in and out of the girls anus and pussy. A Helmut sat on her head, a vigor coming down over her eyes. Two suction cup like devices had fastened themselves to either of her breasts and were pulling and squeezing the breasts in ways that most women would be curling there toes in response to. This was, according to rumors, supposed to be Moira's Virtual Reality sex machine. Moira Brown was sitting several feet away, dressed in her trademark Rocco jumpsuit, noting down observation on a clipboard. She had a detached look on her face, appearing as if she was watching a flower going through a blooming process instead of the sexual activities in front of her. But then, Moira had always been a bit of a strange one. Unlike most of the other people in the wastelands, sex was barely on Moira's radar, unless it was involved in something she was studying. As a rule though, she didn't see to be anywhere near as bothered by the hormones in the air as almost everybody else was, and was one of the few people in Megaton that had not slept with either Jade or Sapphire. "First, put these on," Ma said, handing him a pair of loose-fitting pants. Pulling out a length of string from her pocket, she moved around Travis, getting various measurements.***Jade and Sapphire wandered down the halls, stopping to look in a few of the cells with more interesting noises coming from them. When they made it to the main lab, both of them jumped at the site of the Super mutants, both of them scrambling for their guns before realizing they were securely bound. That's also when they noticed the three incredible, glistening cocks jutting out from the green behemoths. Both of them had heard of Super mutant milking, but neither had actually seen it. As a rule of thumb, the settlements kept their farms a great deal away from the civilian population. Which led to the logical rationale that this was an illegal operation. Not that either of them cared. Sapphire's eyes widened at the site of the blonde woman, oblivious to her surroundings as the two meaty dildos buzzed and pumped her to orgasm. Jade was still watching the women working the Super mutants, and Sapphire had to physically pull her away to the desk where Moira was sitting. Even then, standing in front of the researcher, Jade was enrapt with the blonde woman's blissful groans, the squishing sounds coming from her cunt was music to the slut's ears. It took a pinch from Sapphire to bring Jade's attention to Moira, but the damage had already been done. Jade was breathing deeply, and her nipples were clearly visible through her stretched tank-top." How can I help you, Sapphire?" Moira asked, looking up from her clipboard. She always talked to Sapphire whenever the two came to her shop. Jade was the muscle, Sapphire was the brain." We're looking for some Vault-Tech equipment. Air-purifier. Any tips?" "Gladly." Travis responded, thankful to finally get a pair of pants. He slipped off his torn Vault pants and placed on the intact ones, slipping his still erect from Jade's efforts penis down his left pant leg. The women were a nympho and a half. Granted, there were worse things for a woman to be.************"Vault tech air purifiers, eh?" Moira mused, tapping a pen to her lips as she thought about the query in question. She seemed to have noticed at the way Jade was looking at the super mutants cocks. "Your welcome to lend a hand. We just need the sperm, so your welcome to do anything so long as you don't hurt them, and we get most of their semen." Moira pointed out to Jade. Moira was never one to ignore a person's skills, and word had it that jade was more skilled at getting people to cum than most. Moira went back to tapping her lips with the pen in thought. "Well, obvious the best source would be to visit a vault. Unfortunately I don't know any that you could access. I only know of one, and I doubt that would give you there chip." Moira seemed to continue to muse things over for several seconds before she snapped her fingers. "That's it! What you need to do is find a vault! Perhaps the Vaulted building in D.C. might have some information about that." Ma was clearly crestfallen when she saw Travis' cock slip in to his pants, looser than his Vault-Suit, but still tight enough to clearly see the outline of his cock pressed against his inner thigh. As she did her measurements, she made a show of it to let her hands wander along his body under the gauze of double-checking her measurements, occasionally brushing her breasts (small compared to Jade and Sapphire, but perky and firm nonetheless) against his back and arms.***Jade looked back at the Super mutants when Moira mentioned helping them out, seriously tempted to go over and play with the helpless mutants, before Sapphire jabbed at her breast hard, pulling her back to the present. "Not now," she hissed at her friend, prompting a rude gesture from the one-eyed slut." Vault-Tech HQ, got it. Thanks, Moira. We'll be... back later." Travis couldn't have ignored the way May was brushing her breasts against him if he had tried. His large cock still pushed and strained against the new fabric. It felt good to have pants on, though he couldn't help but wonder how soon it would be until Jade was tearing them off of him, or cut another hole in the pants. That made him wonder." Excuse me, do you have any pants in particular that have easy access to the crotch? I have a feeling my two female partners, one in particular, won't be happy unless she can get at my cock at a moments notice." Travis looked at Ma.*****"Ok then!" Moira smiled, giving a bit of a wave. "I'll keep my ears out for any news!" Just as Moira finished speaking There was a low grunting sound from one of the male mutants that began to get quicker and more desperate by the second. At the sound of this, the other three girls who were playing with their own mutants quickly descended upon the large green cock. All four girls worked in random, stroking, licking and kissing the hug cock and balls until the super mutant cried out in pleasure as it came, the girls getting out of the way as a dozen powerful squirts of cum shot out of the bulbous tip and one of the girls grabbed a bucket to catch the demean while the rest cooed and continue to stroke the cock until his orgasm finally ended. Once it was over and the buck was put away, the girls simply went back to there locations stroking or teasing a cock. The Super mutant that had just orgasmed begged for a break. "No more! I've come six times already!" The girl just grinned, ignoring his pleas as she began to roll her tongue around the large cock head and began pumping the shaft again. (((Ma, FYI, looks like this: (Just her clothing isn't Chinese, it's a white tank-top and slacks)))"Hmm, I can add a zipper to them if you want. They'll have to come off, though." She was clearly excited about that fact. Grabbing at his pants, she quickly undid them, letting them drop to the ground, his large, placid cock hanging between his legs. "I can clearly see why they'd want such a thing at their beck and call," she said, lingering, before popping up and leaving Travis alone, only to return a short while later with the new modifications to the pair of pants." Put those on, see how they feel."***Both girls watched with attention as the Super mutant came, emptying his balls in to the large bucket. Sapphire preemptively pinched Jade to keep her from wandering off. Travis didn't even have to do any work, because as soon as he mentioned a zipper, the pants were being pulled off by the lovely Asian women, his cock dropping out like a coiled snake, ready to spring upon its prey. And Travis couldn't help but notice the way Ma was looking at that snake like a falcon ready to descend. Granted, most of these creatures were things that Travis had learned about in the Vault and had yet to see out here, so Travis imagined describing such a scene would probably be lost on Ma.When Ma made the comment about why the girls would want such a thing at their beck and call, Travis grinned. "Indeed, though I don't know if I should be happy or scared by such a notion." And then Ma disappeared, leaving Travis pantless again, though he was starting to get used to feeling the open breeze on his cock and balls. A few moments later, she came back with pants with a rather large zipper on the front. Travis would need one of those." Now, let's see how these work." Travis slipped on the pants, feeling them out. It felt good. Taking a hold of the zipper, Travis pulled it down all the way, reaching inside and after a moments work, fished his cock out, letting it dangle out. Not too bad at all. Good job. Travis turned to Ma. "What do you think? Does the new addition look good?" He turned left, then right, as though it was just the zipper Travis was getting Ma to look at, but knowing full and well it was the large, low hanging piece of meat that was exposed and swinging left and right with his turning that was probably catching her eye." Although, I think I'd like one more adjustment if you don't mind. Could you add a zipper to the pants, so I can remove the entire crotch of the pants? Something that will give access to both my cock and let my balls hand out freely? I have the feeling my pants will last longer that way." Travis gave Ma a wink.

The wanderer of vault 69|rating:2.0

[NSFW] - [OOC] Seven Brides

Out Of Character Thread. Plan your schemes etc. In Character Thread Campaign Design Thread...Armand go! Reposted for convenienceCharsheet Race:AasimarClass: LunarOracleAlignment: Chaotic Neutral Party Role:Face/Healer/Secondary Damage/Possibly Secondary meatshieldCharacter Description:Wandering Tribesman Background: Spoiler: Background WIP Since as long as Chorus could remember, his blood sang. It sang out to him, and to those that knew what to look for. And its song was a strange, dual harmony, almost discordant in its dichotomy. One part of it was a beautiful, airy symphony, full of brass chimes and stringed harps. In the background, the deep, pounding thrum of a eardrum's beat and the alluring, hypnotic sounds of a sinister violin. Each part of it mixed together to create a magnificent magnum opus, the very expression of being. A Song that Defined Chorus. How he hated that song. For as great as the two symphonies melded together, they clashed just as much. At his base, Chorus' blood was the blood of the Angels themselves, and their song cried out for order and kindness. Yet, somehow, someway, some few and infernal undertones had crept into the song, tainting it, marring it. Rhythm and beat was kept only by the grace of a shared order, but they could not agree on kindness of selfishness. So, in the end, Chorus chose neither. For as long as the boy could remember, he'd been alone. No mother, no father. Just the dilapidated, empty walls of a ruined temple and the Song to accompany him. Ruined, torn and ragged tapestries hung along the walls, silver on blue, with scorched white walls and tattered pews. A hole had been blasted into the roof, letting cold air fall down into the ruins below alongside a small pillar of silver light. There were statues in the temple, but with no faces the boy could make out, the heads torn off or blasted to pieces. Dark spots stained the floor, a deep, muddy red. Much like the Song, Chorus hated the ruined temple. The Song whispered too him, day after day. The chimes and the harps bid him to clean it up, to put everything back as it once was. The Drums and the Violin wanted him to throw everything away, and rebuild it in his own image. In the end, Chorus simply sat, and stubbornly did nothing. Luckily for him, the Temple was set into the base of a forested mountain, with a river flowing just a small way away. When he wasn't sitting in the temple, under the silver glow of the pillar of light, he was out in the forest gathering food. And when he wasn't doing that, he sat on top of the temple's roof, staring up at the pale, silver disc that hung in the sky. The moon was the only good thing about the temple, he decided one day. Unlike the Song, it asked nothing of him. Instead, it only gave, it's soft light producing a sense of serene calm within Chorus as it added its own symphony to the mix. Rather than compete, it simply outshone the both of them, even as it worked to enhance them further, as if shining a light down upon them. Was it any wonder Chorus loved the Moon, when it was the only thing that took the edge off the Song? Over the years, Chorus did little but sit in the temple and bask in the moonlight. Even on the nights when the Moon was dark, the pillar of light in the temple stayed true, giving Chorus the same, familiar warmth. And as the years passed by, Chorus grew, and as he grew, the Moon gave more and more as its silvery notes echoed within his Symphony. Words. Thoughts. Images. Knowledge. Slowly but surely, they seeped into his head under the Moon's watchful gaze. And slowly but surely, as Chorus learned more about the world that existed outside his temple, he grew anxious. Antsy. Curious. "Do I have to stay in this Temple?" He asked one night as he gazed at the moon, as if to thin air. And as was to be expected, there was no answer, but to the boy, that was in itself answer enough. Giving a nod of determination, he retied for the night, only to set out the next day. Only 10 years of age, and with naught but himself and the Moon to guide him, he wandered. Wandered down the mountain, and into the forests. Across the river, and towards the valley. Chorus had never had so much fun, as he did then. Taken with every new sight, every new smell and sound, he laughed and smiled at everything. And finally, one day, the boy was no longer alone. The pup was a curious thing, he decided. All small, nub like teeth and shaggy white fur, with a bushy tail. Much like himself, the thing was all alone, and if naught for the thing's small growl as he nearly stepped on it's tail, he'd never have met his first true friend. "Oh! You're a cute little thing!" He said, bending down to the smile at the small wolf pup, even as it backed up against the stump of a tree, growling at him. Reaching out his hand, it gave a small yip before darting forward to bite on his hand. "Well now," Chorus said, lifting his now throbbing hand up, the small pup dangling from his bleeding limb with a determined jaw, "That's not very nice." He frowned. It was...an odd meeting, but par for the course for the boy. Unbothered by the wolf's fierceness, or it's gruff, untrusting nature, Chorus took the pup in, caring for it and nurturing it. "You need to wait, you see," Chorus explained one day, sitting on the bank of the river, as the pup gnawed on a fish, "For the right time to strike. You can't be too aggressive, or you'll scare all the fish away." The boy talked as if the thing could understand him, and perhaps, to some degree, it could. Certainly, the thing had slowly started to follow the boy around, even if it kept its distance. If Chorus was in the area, it was safe to bet the wolf was somewhere close by. That was how he spent the next few months. Teaching the small pup, which he came to affectionately call Crescent, and forming a bond with the beast. As Chorus grew, so too did Crescent, and within a few months time, the thing came up to Chorus' waist. Regarding Our Campaign Setting: Mid To High Fantasy, various Fantasy Races, Bandits in the countryside, etc. Various Kingdoms, maybe some more feral Barbarian Tribes and such. That kind kitchen sink setting, really. Genre:Land Reclamation Tone: A bit of Seriousness, but not Dark, a bit more Carefree? Preferred Scope:Slowly grow Player Plot Armor:Things don't get that bad/RealisticLewds:25-50%Fetishes you want included:Man I have one hell along fetish list. Just as long there's no gore, scat or watersports, I'll be philistine. Ugh, just spent like the last hour catching up on everything I had written for Chorus, but I'm still left a bit flailing, as I don't seem to have anything for between when Chorus arrived and now. Which is annoying, because it means I can't remember if Chorus knows any of the rest of you In Character or not. I’ll probably need to wait for someone else to reply first so I have something to work off of... As it is, Chorus has no real reason to interact with the scene beyond 'taking note' and forcing the interest which I am....meh, on. Right, just got in from my flight, and I'm about ready to drop. I've got a bit of time on the hotel Wi-Fi to run over things, so here's my trial post, figured I'd run it past you firstdaniel_gunman, just in case you wanted comment or point out something I'm too sleep-deprived to see. Spoiler I raised my eyes when I heard the door open and smiled at the familiar face. From my corner of the bar I raised a glass. Not necessarily out of respect, mostly because I needed a refill. Miranda came out from behind the bar and poured me some more wine - after I slid her another coin for it, of course. The wine may have been more expensive than the ale she served most of the other customers, but personal experience had shown that stronger spirits and my... abilities, didn't work well together. Such a pretty young thing, too bad she's so shy. Careful now. I closed my eyes and gave my head a light shake. I was lucky to have avoided any of my 'incidents', the kind that got you run out of town real fast, since coming to this city. More luck than anything I actively did mind you. Even being in the bar was putting a lot of pressure on my control. But there were certain. Comforts, I couldn't really give up. Like the valley Miranda's cleavage made when she leans over the table. Perhaps tonight I'd join the dice game - ah, the girl's back - or sit in on a story, instead of lurking at the edge of things like a leper. Like my teacher had said, "he who does not strive, does not improve; he who does not improve, does not live." Or, perhaps, I thought as I got to my feet and approached the bar, I'd see what had Randolph all buzzing inside. ...rereading that, I suddenly got the sense that I totally went authorial avatar and my characters voice is not there. Dammit, it's too late for this... And I just remembered I was going to go back and change the character names to Italian for ease of use. Well, at least I'll have a long drive home tomorrow to rethink my post. In my head, Miranda is the kind of hellcat that tends a bar for adventurers. Well, we can go with her being really quiet though -- muddier archetype or something like that? Also... how can I put it, this town is full of shenanigans, so your problems won't even register? I mean, quantitatively, Society at +7 is high, and it's really high for the size of the town, so this place is super cosmopolitan and open-minded. That could make a good gag -- constantly worried about not fitting in, and she doesn't quite realize that she's basically unremarkable for this town. That could be her first character arc, if you wanted to; finding a place where she's accepted, because in this town she doesn't even register as strange, it doesn't even occur to people that she's got something to discriminate against. Sophos said: ↑ As it is, Chorus has no real reason to interact with the scene beyond 'taking note' and forcing the interest which I am....meh, on. Click to expand... Your animal companion is Moon or something, right? Maybe people just fawn over your dog Also I already planned this withdraws-- he's here to hire, so you don't need to force anything, just express interest when he asks who's up for some adventuring. Took me like, half an hour, but finally thought of something. Took a bit of control over Miranda, hope you don't mind too McDaniel_gunman. Annnnd great, now it seems like I've contradicted both of you. Crap. I'm going to have to edit, aren't I? Randolph Clearly NG Human Unchained Rogue 2, Wizard 1,Level3,Init7,HP25/25,Speed30AC13,Touch13,Flat-footed10,CMD14,Fort1,Ref6,Will2,CMB+1,Base Attack Bonus1 Short Sword +4 (1d6+3, 19-20/x2)(+3 DEX)Abilities 10, DEX 16, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, CIA 14ConditionNoneSpellbook Can trips 1st Level 2nd Level All wizard can trips Mage Armor Magic Missile Snowball Obscuring Mist Comprehend Languages Vanish Shield N/A for now I have another writing thing I need to see to this evening, but I'll do my best to get a post out. If not tonight, then tomorrow morning. Sennika (Character Sheet)Ability Scores: STR: 7 DEX: 14 CON: 10 INT: 18 WIS: 10 CIA: 14 Level: 3 Wealth: 3,000 GP Race: Elf Class: Organist Alignment: Chaotic Good Party Role: Utility Caster/Backup Face/Combat Support Character Description: An apprentice court mage who appreciates utility and trickery to overwhelming force. Spoiler: Background A city elf by birth and an only child, Senna's outside-the-box thinking and magical talent led to her being accepted into an apprenticeship to a well known city wizard, Arkansas, at a fairly young age. While her magical abilities ultimately differed from his she did learn much under his tutelage while she had the time but. Unfortunately for Senna, Arkansas was soon called away by a nearby kingdom's monarch to serve as court wizard, and despite her young age, she was forced to choose whether to travel with him or stay behind in her own life. Ultimately, while her parents were sad to see her go, Senna chose to go with her tutor and continue learning, remaining his apprentice and deepening her understanding of magic in her new home before finally being sent out into the world. While the king could not spare his court mage himself, as Arkansas Apprentice, Senna was as much a royal servant as he, and thus could be dispatched in his stead... Spoiler: Senna's Hometown Alta Sahara Large City - pop. Approximately 18,000 True Neutral Autocracy, Ruled by King Alan Touchstone II Corruption +2 | Crime +2 | Economy +5 | Law -2 | Lore +1 | Society +0 | Danger +5 Demographics: 7000 Human | 5500 Elves | 1500 Half-Elves | 2000 Orcs and Half-Orcs | 2000 Mixed Other including Goblins and Gnomes most prominently. Qualities: Broad Minded, Good Roads, Guilds, Morally Permissive, Rumor mongering Citizens, Prosperous, Trading Post, Free City Alta Sahara is a coastal city that began its life as a fishing village for a group of human settlers seeking the bounty of the sea to sustain their colonization efforts. Though initial relations with the even tribes ruling the inland forests were tense, the groundwork of trading was laid with the exchange. The humans brought Fish, salt, and other seaborne goods to the elves in exchange for herbs and spices that could not be found by the coast. From there, trade grew further with various sundry goods and -more importantly- knowledge being exchanged. Over generations, the city expanded. More and more elves began to move within its bounds as the humans expanded outwards, and while there were tensions at first thanks to disputes regarding the logging of the inland forests for building materials, the war that resulted was thankfully short for its brutality, helped in part by the discovery of great deposits of stone that were quarried to make up construction instead of wood. These discoveries also led to a highly defensible wall being built around the city, constructed of that same stone. As prosperity returned, trade began to find its way to Alta Sahara from the outside world as well. At first the city merely served as a hub for trade with the elves and eventually a few Irish tribes that they also made contact with, but as more and more merchants began to frequent it's port, the city in turn became something of a hub, a great marketplace. The city is in large part ruled by the guilds and their coin, though the King holds enough of power in the eyes of the citizens to not be a complete puppet. Corruption is common, and while law is enforced by a combined force of King's guards and guild enforcers, with so many moving in and out of the city each day as well as the jurisdictional disputes between guilds and guards, it is inevitable that criminals can slip through the cracks if they're clever. However, with the guards overworked dealing with petty criminals, a number of laws that are quite firmly established in other lands (particularly those surrounding prostitution, gambling, and public indecency) go largely unenforced in Alta Sahara as long as the offender does not cause too much of a nuisance in the process. Using prestidigitation (I think I can use slight of hands to hide the casting) for the cloak billowing. Shareef CN On Savage Barbarian 2/Martial Artist 1,Level3,Init7,HP37/37,Speed40 ftAC15,Touch14,Flat-footed13,CMD21,Fort7,Ref6,Will4,CMB+7,Base Attack Bonus+3 Masterwork great sword +8 (2d6+6, 19-20/x2) Dagger +7 (1d4+4, 19-20/x2) Unarmed strike +7 (1d6+4, 20/x2)AC 15 (+1 Armor, +2 DEX, +2 Misc)Abilities 18, DEX 14, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 14, CIA 10ConditionNone TavarokkAfter being the one who said casual nudity undermined the Leads, you're the one with the tits-or-GTFO scene right off the bat, LOLGarahsAlso hilarious; could you be any less convincing? I feel like this campaign is going to end up with the sex-and-comedy setting of Olaf...! Anyway I knowFellgraveis traveling today, but has drafted something. Spectral WaltzandimpossiblearchitectYou're up, I guess Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Tamarack After being the one who said casual nudity undermined the Leads, you're the one with the tits-or-GTFO scene right off the bat, LOL Grass Also hilarious; could you be any less convincing? I feel like this campaign is going to end up with the sex-and-comedy setting of Olaf...! Anyway I know Fell grave is traveling today, but has drafted something. Spectral Waltz and impossible architect You're up, I guess Click to expand... No comment on my post? I'd just like to know if I need to edit, and if I don't am Kind of waiting on a reply from Miranda. TBH a Diplomacy check to ask a bartender about a regular was overkill, I think. OK let's do schoolgirl gossip w/ Miranda, it's on the way Oh yeah, also, If I need anything on your character sheets I just pull them offMythweavers via my table, so as long as you keep those sheets updated, I'm good. I'm not sure if we need to track stuff like HP and statuses on those though, that seems overkill. Probably just keep track of them in-thread. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ TBH a Diplomacy check to ask a bartender about a regular was overkill, I think. Click to expand... Eh, it was more for the light bit of flirting, so I guess it was more of a general 'Improve Attitude' Roll. Mainly, I did it because I wasn't sure if it was required or not. I've had some DM's where something as light as that does, indeed, require one, other where they're a bit more loose. In that case I'd like you to be really specific in the name of the spoiler tag, like this: Spoiler: Diplomacy to Influence Attitude I rolled an 8, modified to 22 Like that, I think is about where I would prefer it.EDIT:To expand on my thinking a little bit, the rules for using Diplomacy to "Gather Information" is for 1d4 hours of footwork out canvassing people -- it's about spending a significant amount of time out digging up knowledge and compiling and contrasting/verifying it. That's kind of where my head's at Daniel_gunman said: ↑ In that case I'd like you to be really specific in the name of the spoiler tag, like this: Spoiler: Diplomacy to Influence Attitude I rolled an 8, modified to 22 Like that, I think is about where I would prefer it. Click to expand... Alright then! I'll make sure to do that from now on. It's good to know, anyway. I've got my first shift tonight, but I'll post tomorrow evening I'm thinking in order to not completely dominate the scene (even though that's exactly what Randolph's goal is right now), I'll wait on replying to Sophos until either everyone says yes or the next question. Grass said: ↑ I'm thinking in order to not completely dominate the scene (even though that's exactly what Randolph's goal is right now), I'll wait on replying to Sophos until either everyone says yes or the next question. Click to expand... I mean, it ain't much of a problem? I'd rather the scene keeping moving, instead of just laying dead for a whole day Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Tamarack After being the one who said casual nudity undermined the Leads, you're the one with the tits-or-GTFO scene right off the bat, LOL Click to expand... That was said about the setting, not an individual. It's actually very consistent - normal setting makes such behavior relatively more deviant and lewd, while if such acts were normal, it'd have been something unremarkable. Slipped in, sorry for short. Wasn't sure what to really do besides express some interest. I had some real life personal issues come up tonight that were....emotionally draining, and I don't really have the energy or motivation to get out a post right now. I'll probably do so when I wake up. We're still waiting on IA too, and that loser hasn't even logged in since Sunday morning, so it's not like you're holding us up. I hope your IRL stuff turns out okay good. Ahem. Sorry, it's the final crunch time before Grew, so I was less than attentive... well, I'm taking an official break, so I'm not burnt out for the test itself, so I should have some time in the next few days. Initial post, hm. Alright, I'll see what I can do. I'm sorry for not posting, but I had to go to the bank to sort out some issues. Nothing major, just a bit time-consuming. Should have a post up sometime tomorrow morning. What would be the average cost of hiring a mercenary escort per week of travelling through hazard zone in this region? Tamarack said: ↑ What would be the average cost of hiring a mercenary escort per week of travelling through hazard zone in this region? Click to expand... #TOC-Contingency-ServicesSummary: 1 gold per day for each head You beat me to it with that link. Important caveat though -- that's for hiring books as, like, day-laborers. Since adventuring is speculation, though, it's -- I hesitate to say "typical" -- I'd expect normally you'd negotiate percent of proceeds, not, like, a wage. So rather than being paid 10 GP/day or whatever, you get an equal 1/nth (where n = party size) cut of whatever treasure is found. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ You beat me to it with that link. Important caveat though -- that's for hiring books as, like, day-laborers. Since adventuring is speculation, though, it's -- I hesitate to say "typical" -- I'd expect normally you'd negotiate percent of proceeds, not, like, a wage. So rather than being paid 10 GP/day or whatever, you get an equal 1/nth (where n = party size) cut of whatever treasure is found. Click to expand... Oh definitely, that's the pay I offered, an equal share of the treasure we find, but if Tamarack is trying to weasel in extra pay, the normal going rates are... less than anticipated. It looks like we're about in the "and then everybody got up and left" roll call -- should I go ahead and info dump options, or does anybody have anything they want to add first? I'm good. Nope, go ahead. Go ahead. Ditto. Arrive, lore dump posted, go ahead and hash out your tactical approach. I've also added short Nolan the campaign-building thread, please keep abreast of that -- and feel free to chime in. RMM, from the weird Prophecy thing: "The Ring, the Crown, the Medallion. The three Regalia symbolizing our King. All lost, but all sought. And I say this: my spell work has yielded the location of the Ring. Go north. Follow the river as it passes across and beneath the ground, to where the underground ruins of that old, dead city lay on the shore of the Loud Lake. There, in the treasury of the most forgotten of the forgotten temples that straddle where the waterfall thunders, there lies the Ring." Click to expand... It seems the Ring is most like in the Temple District? And if it's 'Common Sense' That it's been picked over, there probably aren't many at all who venture there, assuming there's nothing of worth. As far as Entrance.... I don't have Local as a Trained Skill, so I can't beat a DC 15. Tower gate, unless someone can roll for a better Entrance? I'm going to be following along behind all you, so I don't think I really get a say in which entrance. Now, if I was a few levels higher and had access to more of my mind control stuff, well, that would be a different story. I think Senna would be most interested in trying for an entrance to the western housing district on account of 'powerful magical items' but she wouldn't try to go it alone, and she doesn't have mass suggestion yet so she'll probably go with whichever entrance the group is going with and then try to take a chance to make her way over there while they're exploring. Unless she happens to know of an entrance closer to that district that she could propose as a 'more convenient' alternative.? Hmm... Rolland.EDIT:Daniel_Guamanian chance I could use a different knowledge skill? Like History or Geography? Spectral Waltz said: ↑ ...any chance I could use a different knowledge skill? Like History or Geography? Click to expand... Hamm... Geography yes, History no. Also, I like that you're blowing off the assigned quest to just go lootin'. Chaotic Neutral indeed! Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Hamm... Geography yes, History no. Also, I like that you're blowing off the assigned quest to just go lootin'. Chaotic Neutral indeed! Click to expand... I mean Thais the main reason she wants to head down there. Anyways. Rolland now. Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 13+9 = 22 For: Geography Rolled on: September-17-2017, 07:21am See dice roll details 13 Hmm. 22? Sure has no clue, so it's fine either way for her. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Hmm. 22? Click to expand... Let's go with this. Last time out you were hired by a druid, a Dwarf man named Hagar (he spends a lot of time in Wild Shape). He castBurrowon you, and you dug a tunnel down from the surface into a building -- because of your Dimensional Slide ability, you could quickly escape back out if you got stuck, rather than just suffocating to death; suffocation risk is the whole reason nobody in his party was willing to do the digging. Add more detail if you want. You're supposed to keep the path a secret, but...DC 15 Survival check to get to the hole without getting lost. You have to (get the party to) commit to going there before you make the roll. Please summarize this & include the roll in the IC thread. Tamarack said: ↑ Sure has no clue, so it's fine either way for her. Click to expand... Yeah, I figured as much; I wanted to make it an option, that's all. Perch wants to go to the Temple district, but he's fine with wandering around looking for magical artifacts first - at the end of the day anything in the category of "forgotten lore" is appealing to him. Arrive it's been quiet, I'm gonna start working on the next DM word vomit. I might post it later tonight, but no promises LOL Going to do the survival roll in here... Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+3 = 7 For: Survival Rolled on: September-21-2017, 09:02am See dice roll details 4 Well shit... Didn't realize my modifier was that bad... Well. That ain't good. I guess we'll be going to the standard entrance then. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Going to do the survival roll in here... Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+3 = 7 For: Survival Rolled on: September-21-2017, 09:02am See dice roll details 4 Well shit... Didn't realize my modifier was that bad... Click to expand... yeah I was like "you're really going for it? Well OK." Anyway, please turn this into an IC post, and then we'll see what these Perception checks were all about LOL. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ yeah I was like "you're really going for it? Well OK." Anyway, please turn this into an IC post, and then we'll see what these Perception checks were all about LOL. Click to expand... Eh, +3 isn't terrible. A 45% chance of success is totally worth taking. That said, I rolled bad, and now I have regrets.I will post once I am not at work. I will be camping this weekend starting in a few hours, so I won't be able to post until Sunday. Spectral WaltzimpossiblearchitectPlease nest your Perception checks in a Spoiler Quote. I don't want to be a butthead about style but.... Question for the audience:During fights, should I post the HP / AC / saves / etc. of the monsters you fight? On one hand, it gives away a ton of info and the info asymmetry is a big source of tension... but letting you resolve your actions in a single post would really cut down on the amount of back-and-forth a combat round takes, which would speed up play a lot. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Spectral Waltz impossible architect Please nest your Perception checks in a Spoiler Quote. I don't want to be a butthead about style but.... Question for the audience: During fights, should I post the HP / AC / saves / etc. of the monsters you fight? On one hand, it gives away a ton of info and the info asymmetry is a big source of tension... but letting you resolve your actions in a single post would really cut down on the amount of back-and-forth a combat round takes, which would speed up play a lot. Click to expand... I think it depends. Maybe have us roll Perception or Knowledge when we get into a fight, and how well we do reveals info to us. Or, if you don't want excessive rolling, I think just doing the HP would be fine. That way we can still write out our attacks, without necessarily knowing the results. Having done Pop on other sites, HP/AC/Saves are typically the only things revealed and they hello. Generally, players are good about not using the Meta-knowledge totoomuch of an advantage. At most, it creates a bit of bias in which types of actions you take, butthattends to happen anyway because there can be something gleaned from Enemy Types. Brute looking characters typically have low will saves, animals are normally not all that intelligent, casters suck at Fort or Ref, etc. And it's not as if they can't still have some surprises and such. Alternatively, just do HP and AC, or even just AC. Knowing that you 'hit' lets the player add some description and flourish to a post without putting that off on the DM. That's my own opinion, at least. Just AC and touch AC is fine. I'm fine with just AC's being up there. Just AC's sounds about right. That and some rough percent aging of HP. ("Around a quarter" type things.) Going to roll initiative here instead of in thread since I don't want to clutter up when I may end up going later. Also, Chameleon? Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 7+3 = 10 For: Initiative Rolled on: September-26-2017, 05:02am See dice roll details 7 Guess I'm not going first... Initiative and knowledge arcane checks. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 8+7 = 15 For: Unit Rolled on: September-26-2017, 05:31am See dice roll details 8 Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 6+8 = 14 For: Knowledge arcane Rolled on: September-26-2017, 05:32am See dice roll details 6 Initiative like all the cool kids are doing, add add. Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5 For: Initiative Rolled on: September-26-2017, 09:23am See dice roll details 5 Sophos said: ↑ Initiative like all the cool kids are doing, add add. Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5 For: Initiative Rolled on: September-26-2017, 09:23am See dice roll details 5 Click to expand... Ouch. Hope you have a good modifier for that. Fell grave said: ↑ Ouch. Hope you have a good modifier for that. Click to expand... Yep. A great big Modifier of Nadia. Initiative. Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 20+7 = 27 For: Initiative Rolled on: September-26-2017, 02:57pm See dice roll details 20 How far up is that thing? Initiative Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 3+4 = 7 For: Senna Initiative Rolled on: September-26-2017, 03:25pm See dice roll details 3 Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 15+8 = 23 For: Knowledge (Arcane) Check Rolled on: September-26-2017, 03:25pm See dice roll details 15 Good gods the dice do not like her so far. Oh well, she may be moving last, but at least she might know something about it? Unit and Knowledge (Arcane), in order. Impossiblearchitect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+3 = 7 For: Initiative Rolled on: September-27-2017, 03:41am See dice roll details 4 impossible architect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 14+11 = 25 For: Knowledge (Arcane) Rolled on: September-27-2017, 03:41am See dice roll details 14 Not too shabby. I'm amused that I'm in the middle of the pack with that 7 unit tho. HRM. Just a thought, but what do people think of using a chat like IRC or Discord to better communicate and stuff? One of the big problems with Pop is that IOC can be lacking in talking to one another. Even if we're not all on at once or anything, just having a venue to talk and interact would help to keep up interest in the game. It's why I usually start one whenever I tried running a game.... Not that those games ever worked out, but that was more on me than anything else. Except for the To WPF Game. Thatwas a clusterfuck because of a bad module. I would be fine with it. I would be in. Furthermore, I'm a little ambiguous on chat because I'm not in a good position schedule-wise to do it. Let me chew on it and see what I'd be committing to here. Anyway I'm looking good at getting the next IC post up tomorrow: that will kick off combat, and I will ask that everybody post in initiative order until the combat is complete. Tamarack said: ↑ How far up is that thing? Click to expand... Let's call it ten feet. Arrive, next IC post is, well, posted. FYI I buried some character-specific knowledge in spoiler tags; other players are allowed to read them, but as a matter of sportsmanship, do so after you've decided on your actions. (I'm assuming each Player will substantively share what they've recalled). Tavarokk, you're up next. I'm not a fan of how there's no good way to lay out a spell list in myth weavers. If you have no objection, Daniel, I'll lay out my spells known in this thread where I posted my character and just have my prepared spells in myth weaver. I currently have that done with my 0 levels since I get all of them by default. Yeah no objections, go for it. Posted, hopefully all is good with it? Didn't know if you would want to summon to roll its own initiative or just go on Senna's, so I erred on the side of simplicity. Nah, looks fine. Although, the fact that you got the exact same result for each of the die (13 for both d20s, and 2 for both d4s), makes me wonder if the pseudorandom number generator with our dice roller isn't very good. I wouldn't mind moving to an external dice roller myself. Also, don't summon spells have 1 round casting time? This site seems to have a decent roller: spell list has been finally updated on the first page with hyperlinks! Tamarack said: ↑ I wouldn't mind moving to an external dice roller myself. Also, don't summon spells have 1 round casting time? Click to expand... Yeah, they have a full round, Senna's entire action was casting the summon spell, then the summoned creature gets their turn after being summoned. Summoning in pathfinder is kinda hilariously powerful. You sure about that? Casting time of "1 round" vs. "1 full-round action".... And yeah a summons gets a standard action on the round it appears (no move or full though). Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Yeah they have a full round, Senna's entire action was casting the summon spell, then the summoned creature gets their turn after being summoned. Summoning in pathfinder is kinda hilariously powerful. Click to expand... Daniel_gunman said: ↑ You sure about that? Casting time of "1 round" vs. "1 full-round action".... And yeah a summons gets a standard action on the round it appears (no move or full though). Click to expand... Us, can't look it up from phone, but if it's 1 round, then CIRC it appears and gets to act at the start of your next turn. Not sure where the 'standard action' part comes from, though. Shouldn't it get to act normally, by spell description? Yeah, uh, wizards are very lackluster for the first few levels >.>. Well, after the initial expedition I might take the time and enhance my bow a bit. At the very least, come up with an excuse for why his strength penalty shouldn't apply to damage rolls...(Also, whoops, forgot the masterwork bonus on the to-hit roll. Oh well, I hit anyway. Not that it mattered.) At least Min 1 Damage is a thing. Anyway, I am literally about to go to sleep, so I'll post later. Of nonlethal, yes. Tamarack said: ↑ Us, can't look it up from phone, but if it's 1 round, then CIRC it appears and gets to act at the start of your next turn. Click to expand... From the 'Summon Monster' spell description"This spell summons an extraplanar creature (typically an outsider, elemental, or magical beast native to another plane). It appears where you designate and acts immediately, on your turn. It attacks your opponents to the best of its ability. If you can communicate with the creature, you can direct it not to attack, to attack particular enemies, or to perform other actions. The spell conjures one of the creatures from the 1st Level list on Table: Summon Monster. You choose which kind of creature to summon, and you can choose a different one each time you cast the spell..." So yes, it takes the full round to summon, but then the creature gets to perform its turn's worth of actions once the summoning is complete. Doesn't have to wait until the start of my next turn. Tamarack said: ↑ Not sure where the 'standard action' part comes from, though. Shouldn't it get to act normally, by spell description? Click to expand... Sorry, I've played four or five versions of the D&D style d20 system and my terminology blurs a little. 'Standard action' is a 5e term. I'll try to stick to pathfinder terms from now on. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ From the 'Summon Monster' spell description "This spell summons an extraplanar creature (typically an outsider, elemental, or magical beast native to another plane). It appears where you designate and acts immediately, on your turn. It attacks your opponents to the best of its ability. If you can communicate with the creature, you can direct it not to attack, to attack particular enemies, or to perform other actions. The spell conjures one of the creatures from the 1st Level list on Table: Summon Monster. You choose which kind of creature to summon, and you can choose a different one each time you cast the spell..." So yes, it takes the full round to summon, but then the creature gets to perform its turn's worth of actions once the summoning is complete. Doesn't have to wait until the start of my next turn. Click to expand... I'm pretty sure that the highlighted part means it doesn't get its own initiative, instead acting on your turn along with your char. That would still be on your next turn, because, bizarrely enough, unlike 'full-round action', '1 round' duration takes not just entire character's turn, but entire round from the start of turn 1 till the start of turn 2. It's a pretty ironclad interpretation, too, because there exist plenty of rebuffs and buffs with 1 round duration that require a standard action to apply in the first place, so making 1 round equal full-round action would render them all meaningless.PF also has standard actions, I just don't remember seeing that rule for summons. Tamarack said: ↑ I'm pretty sure that the highlighted part means it doesn't get its own initiative, instead acting on your turn along with your char. That would still be on your next turn, because, bizarrely enough, unlike 'full-round action', '1 round' duration takes not just entire character's turn, but entire round from the start of turn 1 till the start of turn 2. It's a pretty ironclad interpretation, too, because there exist plenty of rebuffs and buffs with 1 round duration that require a standard action to apply in the first place, so making 1 round equal full-round action would render them all meaningless. PF also has standard actions, I just don't remember seeing that rule for summons. Click to expand... I would agree with you if not for the 'immediately' part? Perhaps it can be attributed to style but I and both GMs I've played summoners under have interpreted that to mean the same turn. It may be an erroneous interpretation, but that is how it has been done.in this case, I will defer to our GM then.Daniel_commando you have a ruling on how summon spells work and how soon a summoned creature is allowed to act? I will edit my post according to your judgement. Because the casting time is "one round", you start casting on Initiative Count 10 (or whatever) on round 1, and are considered to be "casting" for one full round until you finish the spell in round 2 on you Native Count. So on you turn in round 2, you finish the spell, the monster appears, and you take your round 2 Full Action and the monster takes its Standard Action (then in round 3 in gets a Full Action). Now if the spell had a casting time of a Full Action, then you would finish the spell in Round 1. (This also means if you get attacked anytime between starting and finishing the spell, you have to make the Spell craft check or lose it, whereas if it was an Action it would only count if it disrupted you on you Native Count, like an AOO or something). Alright, I'll rewrite my post. Would you prefer me to keep the rolls or just re-do them next turn? Nah, keep 'em.... And I feel your pain. I usually play primary arcane casters; summons are great, buts much bookkeeping. Right, now that that's square. SophosArrite, it's your turn; let us know what Chorus and Moon are going to get up to. I'll get something out, but don't expect wonders. Feeling like shit today. Got woken up after 4 hours of sleep and my stomach is having and everything must go sale. Hope this doesn't last to the weekend, when I visit NYC... One sec. 12 Damage Total from the Chorus/Crescent Combo, and the thing is Tripped, I believe. Wait, I might've fucked up. Is the thing in the air or on the ground? Because that'd basically mean Crescent can't do shit. Chorus, at least, has a Crossbow... Yeah, it's hanging from a tree 10' up. Also being sick sucks -- I hope you get better. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Yeah it's hanging from a tree 10' up. Also being sick sucks -- I hope you get better. Click to expand... Yes, it is rather unpleasant. Should I reroll, or just use the first roll of 15? +2 Attack with Crossbow, for 17 Total. I'd still need to reroll damage. Just ignore Crescent entirely...wait, no, Crescent has a speed of 50ft, so he could, plausibly, climb the tree to bite the damn thing. Sorry for being so scattered. A bit hard to think atm. If it's a different modifier, just go ahead and re-roll, please. As for your dog getting up there -- the Climb DC is 15 for quarter-speed move, and 20 for half-speed move. While climbing, no DEX to AC, and his Trip CMB is at -4. Alright, let me just go delete my old post and real. Done. Nothing happened for Chorus and Crescent this round. I think you've got a double-post LOL Nothing is working right for you, huh?anywayTavarokkyou're up, it's now Round Two. Is it possible to get in a flanking position, or do we have to wait for when it reaches the ground? Flanking can work in three dimensions, so if you could get below it the eagle Senna summoned should be able to flank from above? Yeah, but since it's 10 feet up (as in its like, "not adjacent to the ground"), I'm going to rule you need to have a reach weapon so you can actually have it in melee range. OtherwiseTavShuren would already be directly underneath it whaling on it with a great sword. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Yeah, but since it's 10 feet up (as in its like, "not adjacent to the ground"), I'm going to rule you need to have a reach weapon so you can actually have it in melee range. Otherwise, Tax Sure would already be directly underneath it whaling on it with a great sword. Click to expand... This is true, sorry, Forgot that I should specify that. Well. 7'5 tall, plus 3 feet jumps, this probably should let me reach the branch no problem if the beast itself is only 10 ft up. Whether 21 points will sufficiently damage said branch to make it break under the tiger remains to be seen. It actually landed adjacent to me? Bummer, I hoped there'd be enough of a difference that it'd have to waste the rest of the turn on movement. You ran up and chopped the branch it was standing on out from under it; be glad it didn't Landon Topol you. Just a heads-up, I leave for New York tomorrow morning and won't be back until Monday. I will not have access to the internet. In the interest of not holding things up, if I'm not back when my turn comes around, it'll basically be more of the same. Chorus tries to Basic Melee Attack/Power Attack with Sickle if he can, Uses Crossbow if he can't get close. Crescent Bites and goes for the trip. So, feel free to DM Control Chorus if I'm not here. Alright so... Whose turn is it? I think there's still one more before Senna's up again right? Or am I on now? Next turn is Gianna on Count 10 --Fellgraveyou're up. Then it's Senna and Perch on 7 (same count), and then Chorus And Dog on 5. Sophos, I will take your action as directed if you're not back by then. Have fun in NY (which part of the state you going to be in if you don't mind me asking?) Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Next turn is Gianna on Count 10 -- Fell grave you're up. Then it's Senna and Perch on 7 (same count), and then Chorus And Dog on 5. Sophos, I will take your action as directed if you're not back by then. Have fun in NY (which part of the state you going to be in if you don't mind me asking?) Click to expand... Manhattan. Hell's Kitchen, specifically, apparently. Going to New York comic Con with some family. That's pretty cool. TBH I would probably sneak off to visit the Intrepid or the Met, but I hope you have fun with your family. Thanks for the quick post, Fellgrave. I want to clarify two things:The Doubting Blast costs 1 burn (please amend your post to include this if so), and If the monster fails it's Will save, all its damage rolls are treated as 1s instead of actually rolling, right?EDIT: Also I was all set to get on your case for forgetting the -4 for shooting into melee, but then I checked your char sheet and saw you do have Precise Shot, LOL I used my move action to Gather Power, e.g. the scene with the wind and energy being held back, in order to reduce my Burn by 1. And yes, that is how Doubting Infusion works. Because I didn't add an extra burn, it'll last basically the monster's next turn. Well, except that the monster actually made it's dang save, ha ha ha. Anyway, Spectral Waltzandimpossiblearchitect, you're up. Will post soon, just working on an update for one of my quests right now. The thing is since there was back-and-forth between me and Fells, I just wanted to let you two know that was finished, and it was OK for you to take your actions, rather than worrying about butting in or whatever. Spectral Waltz If your pet bird rolled a Nat. 20 on the attack, that's a Critical Threat -- please roll to Confirm and the bonus damage, if necessary. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Spectral Waltz If your pet bird rolled a Nat. 20 on the attack, that's a Critical Threat -- please roll to Confirm and the bonus damage, if necessary. Click to expand... Oh! Okay, guess I should have checked on your critical rules. One moment...EDIT: Done! Three more damage dealt. Basically spent today and yesterday recovering from my trip to New York. I need a vacation after that vacation. >.>I'll post in an hour or two, just need to wake up a bit and eat. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Oh! Okay, guess I should have checked on your critical rules.... Click to expand... Yeah, I'm just using the default rules, nothing crazy. Sophos said: ↑ Basically spent today and yesterday recovering from my trip to New York. I need a vacation after that vacation. Sgt;.Sgt; I'll post in an hour or two, just need to wake up a bit and eat. Click to expand... Man I've been there, and it's not like you're holding us up any more than a certain other pair of losers. Poor Crescent. Another 11. Hmm... Can I roll Knowledge: Nature to see if Senna knows how to skin it? She wouldn't have practical knowledge I expect, but she's read a lot. Fuuuuuuu-Why? Why do I always roll so goddamn low on Survival? Wait, shit, it's, Survival. WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET TO TAKE 10?!Daniel_gunman, can I reroll/take 10? Would a 10+4 even work? Or, if we want to spend like an hour, I can take 20 >.> Ha ha ha, no you may not. However, it's perfectly reasonable that someone else might step in if you screw up too badly, and even then, since "corpses" (and pieces thereof) count as "objects", and Perch has Make Wholes a spell known; I'm pretty comfortable that a casting or two of that (say when you get back from your adventure) will completely restore the hide to pristine condition (including, say, from eagle claws, arrow bolts, and somebody's magical scorch marks). I'm pretty sure Randolph will have something to say about patiently sitting around in the woods, lost, while you carefully skin a monster. Daniel_gudmanyou didn't answer my earlier question. Can Senna roll knowledge: nature to try and see if Senna can do anything? Maybe call it an assist or if it's high enough let Sophos reroll or something? Yeah, Aid Another gives +2 on a DC of 15, go for it. Just going to roll here quickly... Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 8+8 = 16 For: Senna Nature Rolled on: October-12-2017, 02:16am See dice roll details 8 Sadly, for my roll that's still only an 11. Reallyshould have taken 10. I just always forget that it's a fucking thing. _;Oh well. At least it hasn't been as bad as Yrs' Game where, for the life of me, I couldnotroll above a goddamn 10. Huh. If that's all it takes, Perch has Knowledge (Nature) trained too (only at 1 rank, but with the class skill bonus and his Int that's still a +9 bonuses...). Maybe I should chip in. impossible architect said: ↑ Huh. If that's all it takes, Perch has Knowledge (Nature) trained too (only at 1 rank, but with the class skill bonus and his Int that's still a +9 bonuses...). Maybe I should chip in. Click to expand... Please do? Raise that 11 to a 13? Aid Another from multiple players stacks, so this is valid. Also, Once the tiger is skinned, I'm posing a question to the group:What next? Discuss in IC thread (in character for that, obis). If you want to metagame strategize, that's in this thread. If our secret entrance is a bust, might as well-head back and take the normal one. I didn't really lose any resources for that fight, how about you guys? Pretty much my idea, unless I'm allowed another roll for Senna to try and reacquire the path? Yes, but once again -- you have to commit andthenmake the roll. Alright then. (FYI, I'm in Tahoe for the weekend - we were supposed to have internet, but it looks like that might not be happening, so expect delays. Apologies.) impossible architect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 15+9 = 24 For: Knowledge (Nature) (Aid Another Rolled on: October-14-2017, 04:39pm See dice roll details 15 Put. Lol that roll. How the fuck did I not get any alerts since Tuesday >_> Need one more Aid another for a 15 on that Skinning Roll. Then I guess we need to either decide to go for the normal entrance or Spectral Waltz's special entrance. I cannot help with the skinning roll yet. Should we hold a vote for the entrance? I'm voting normal entrance for this dive. We can try finding Spectral's again the next time. I'm fine with either. Arrive I'm going to rule that Sophos has failed to properly skin the monster. You still got the skin peeled off, but it was a messy hack-job that would ruin the resale value if you were going to make a cunning floor rug, or something. Sophosplease go ahead and post accordingly. As for the rest of you cats, please decide on where you're going and go there. Garahssince you're technically the boss you can just make that decision by fiat, but if anybody has objections to that... well, go ahead and air them, LOL I was mostly hoping to get people to weigh in the IOC if they wanted to make another navigation check or use head for the main entrance. Well, it's all the same to Sure, obviously, so I'm just waiting till you guys decide. I'd kind of been hoping someone would put in another aid another to push it to succeed or otherwise say they couldn't to finally get it over with. ~.~ Oh well, best to move on rather than let things sit and die. Daniel_gunman one's really asking a question or saying no, so I guess we'll start heading back. Arrive, you've fast-traveled over there. Sophosit's puzzle-time, LOL Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Arrive, you've fast-traveled over there. Sophos it's puzzle-time, LOL Click to expand... What kind of roll would it be to make a harness from my hemp rope and maybe some of my tent canvass for Crescent, and to carry him down? According to the SRD a Wolf weighs between 45-150 Lbs and Chorus' Max Load is 230, well within Crescent's Weight Range even with armor. Speaking of, suppose I could just attach the rope to Crescent's Armor...RMM. Sophos said: ↑ What kind of roll would it be to make a harness from my hemp rope and maybe some of my tent canvass for Crescent, and to carry him down? According to the SRD a Wolf weighs between 45-150 Lbs and Chorus' Max Load is 230, well within Crescent's Weight Range even with armor. Speaking of, suppose I could just attach the rope to Crescent's Armor...RMM. Click to expand... ... It'll have to wait until I get home to check my sheet, but I'm 90% certain that Senna has Feather fall and can easily burn a point of Arcane reservoir to prepare it on the fly. He, I wondered if anyone would notice my plan. Grass said: ↑ He, I wondered if anyone would notice my plan. Click to expand... Your plan? Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Your plan? Click to expand... I took the lead in going down first, so I get to look up. Grass said: ↑ I took the lead in going down first, so I get to look up. Click to expand... Ah, but see, Senna is just a huge closet pervert (lest I need to remind you that all of her clothes besides her stockings and boots are actually an illusion) so she'd probably have waited just so she could give someone a nice up skirt shot anyway.EDIT: Almost forgot, she is also wearing some armor, but it's Aramaic, so it's basically just an underbust corset. Also since it's an effect based on a first-level illusion (gamer), anyone that "interacts" with the spell gets a DC 11 Will save to disbelieve it. So, like, there's about a 50% chance that any random that touches your clothes realizes that they're an illusion and disbelieves them. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Also since it's an effect based on a first-level illusion (gamer), anyone that "interacts" with the spell gets a DC 11 Will save to disbelieve it. So, like, there's about a 50% chance that any random that touches your clothes realizes that they're an illusion and disbelieves them. Click to expand... If it was too hard to see through it then where would be theriskfun? Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Also since it's an effect based on a first-level illusion (gamer), anyone that "interacts" with the spell gets a DC 11 Will save to disbelieve it. So, like, there's about a 50% chance that any random that touches your clothes realizes that they're an illusion and disbelieves them. Click to expand... Come to think of it, she should probably have to roll in crowds not to have people notice... ...Daniel_gunman, I kind of need an answer to my question if I'm going to proceed. Ugh, sorry, I missed it. Let's go with DC 10 of either Survival (assuming that rope-use is just a basic get-by-in-the-woods kinda thing) or Climb (under the logic that learning how to use climbing ropes & harness and stuff is part of the "climb" skill). Daniel_gunman said: ↑ ugh, sorry, I missed it. Let's go with DC 10 of either Survival (assuming that rope-use is just a basic get-by-in-the-woods kinda thing) or Climb (under the logic that learning how to use climbing ropes camp; harness and stuff is part of the "climb" skill). Click to expand... Then, rather than risk it, I'll take 10 on Survival for a total of 14. Who are we waiting on? Grass said: ↑ Who are we waiting on? Click to expand... ... I think it's your turn actually if we're just going by general rotation. Unless someone hasn't gone at all yet? Fellgravethat's you bro Shoot. Completely forgot about this. Uh, how far in are the others, and should I write that I waited a bit before going in? I’m assuming I’m still undetected at this point. Edit: I’ll write that I waited. That way we can move things along. Ha, don't worry about it, I've been kinda busy this week anyway. Everybody, Spoiler: paging everybody Fell grave Spectral Waltz Grass Sophos Tamarack impossible architect It's time to start doing some dungeon-crawling! Please cast your votes for which way you want to go, and please come up with a plan of getting across the gaps between buildings -- and if possible, I'd like to see the discussion done In Character. That plan should include logistics of how you get from A to B (e.g., TK a rope over? And hook it on something?), as well as marching order. Actually, re: marching order, you can have one marching order for getting across the gap between buildings, and a second marching order for moving within buildings, if you care to do so. Basically, in the event of traps, I want to know who's gotta brush up on their saves, and if you get ambushed by monsters, I want to know what order you'll be in (so I know who the monster attacks if it just pops out at the first person, for example). That kinda thing. Ugh, I somehow didn't see any alerts from this. Fyi, if you end up waiting on me and I don't reply within 24 hours, please send me a pm. Grass, considering that DG made it a point to specify figuring out how we're getting across from building to building is a problem and this quote here: Second, what is your strategy for getting across the gap? You will probably have to talk that through among yourselves, to find a way from building-to-building. Click to expand... I figured there's still some kind of gap we need to figure out, and that is what Chorus is talking about. Daniel_gunman, does the northeast path have a handy bar or the like? Ah, my mistake. The description reads to me like the east path is the one with a gap. I don't understand what the northeast difficulty picking it is then. My intention was that getting from building-to-building was a challenge against creative thinking skills. Coming up with a clever way to leverage your abilities to get from place-to-place, that kind of thing. I came up with at least one solid solution for the party, so I know it's solvable. In particular, like half the party has mage hand, so, like, lassoing a protrusion of some kind on the far side and shimmying across the rope is... let's call it the "obvious" solution? Daniel_gunman said: ↑ My intention was that getting from building-to-building was a challenge against creative thinking skills. Coming up with a clever way to leverage your abilities to get from place-to-place, that kind of thing. I came up with at least one solid solution for the party, so I know it's solvable. In particular, like half the party has mage hand, so, like, lassoing a protrusion of some kind on the far side and shimmying across the rope is... let's call it the "obvious" solution? Click to expand... If still entirely subpar, because Chorus still has Crescent, and I doubt a Wolf can shimmy. I'm guessing I can't use a shield spell to make a horizontal platform. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ My intention was that getting from building-to-building was a challenge against creative thinking skills. Coming up with a clever way to leverage your abilities to get from place-to-place, that kind of thing. I came up with at least one solid solution for the party, so I know it's solvable. In particular, like half the party has mage hand, so, like, lassoing a protrusion of some kind on the far side and shimmying across the rope is... let's call it the "obvious" solution? Click to expand... I assumed mage hand didn't have the range to pull that off? Isn't it limited to like... 30ft or so? The distance between buildings is usually a fair bit greater than that. My guess would be between 0 and 20 ft depending on if it's an alley, shared wall, or tight street. Its range is "close", so 25 + 5 ft / 2 levels, so yes, 30 feet for you guys. That being said -- Daniel_gunman said: ↑ In this part of the Old City, the "roads" or gaps between buildings are 30 feet wide. Click to expand... Grass said: ↑ I'm guessing I can't use a shield spell to make a horizontal platform. Click to expand... Nah, there's explicitly a different spell for that --Floating Disk. It got errata'd that it doesn't float at whatever elevation you're at (the particular tactic that was reconning out was having the party Archer sit on it, then Wizard casts Fly; Archer does a full-attack every round while getting floated around behind the Wizard; another good one was using the Familiar's Share Spells ability to make theFamiliarthe caster it centered off of, and if you had a flying familiar... well, intricate it could just ferry everybody back-and-forth). Anyway, I'd be willing to accept "the rope you're walking on" as a "surface" for purposes of the spell. I don't think any of you have Floating Disk though, so that puts paid to that. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ It's range is "close", so 25 + 5 ft / 2 levels, so yes, 30 feet for you guys. That being said -- Nah, there's explicitly a different spell for that -- Floating Disk. It got errata'd that it doesn't float at whatever elevation you're at (the particular tactic that was reconning out was having the party Archer sit on it, then Wizard casts Fly; Archer does a full-attack every round while getting floated around behind the Wizard; another good one was using the Familiar's Share Spells ability to make the Familiar the caster it centered off of, and if you had a flying familiar... well, in this case it could just ferry everybody back-and-forth). Anyway, I'd be willing to accept "the rope you're walking on" as a "surface" for purposes of the spell. I don't think any of you have Floating Disk though, so that puts paid to that. Click to expand... Senna doesn't know Floating disk sadly. There were other things I wanted. That said, okay, Mage hand can work, and I'm pretty sure I have rope too... Let me just write that into IC... Go for it, but I'd likeFellgraveto be aware of this -- one of Gianna's class features is an increased weight limit on mage hand, so she's "the best" for this scenario. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Go for it, but I'd like Fell grave to be aware of this -- one of Gianna's class features is an increased weight limit on mage hand, so she's "the best" for this scenario. Click to expand... Also, I'm an idiot because I forgot Senna has Dimensional slide. How many gaps do we need to cross? Well, you don't know for sure but -- 10 or 15? There, and then back. Whelp. Senna is did. Since that path was said to be on the diagonally opposite side of a crossing, it should be 42 feet away or so. Tamarack said: ↑ Whelp. Senna is did. Since that path was said to be on the diagonally opposite side of a crossing, it should be 42 feet away or so. Click to expand... ... We literally just discussed how it's only 30 ft. If it's suddenly 42 then Senna wouldn't have done that. Also? 5 foot squares in pathfinder are still counted as only five feet, even if you're traversing them diagonally. Yes I know that's not how distance works in real life, but fuck you, game abstractions. That saiddaniel_commando I need to delete my post? Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Also? 5 foot squares in pathfinder are still counted as only five feet, even if you're traversing them diagonally. Click to expand... CIRC, you actually alternate, counting odd ones as 5 and even ones as 10, so moving diagonally 2 squares is 15 ft which is pretty close to the normal 14,2. I'm debating it. On one hand, Tavv is right about the reading for what exactly we wrote, and yeah either you should take the action back...or make a DC 10 Acrobatics Check for covering the remaining 10–12 feet with a Running Jump. I'd give you the same +2 Circumstance Bonus a pole would, since your portal is basically doing the same thing. On a failure, DC 20 Reflex save to grab the edge and dangle from the precipice. Fail that, and you fall to the water below -- DC 15 Acrobatics to dive, on a failure you belly-flop and take damage. Then the party has to fish you back up. On the other hand, I kind of don't want to get bogged down in all this. I mean if we were at a table then yeah we could talk through it, and I'd kind of expect the Players to brainstorm their options and come up with a whole plan -- including contingencies for failure, like harness and tie-offs and stuff. But that level of thinking is kind of beyond the scope of a forum, so I'm a lot more willing to play fast and loose, here -- I kind of don't want to punish players for being aggressive about, you know, advancing the plot.... I tell you what, SW. I'll split the baby. Why don't you roll that Acrobatics check, and I'll let you reconsider if it doesn't work out? Y'know, remind me to take Moonlight Bridge as a Revelation soon. I get the feeling these large gaps are common as hell. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ I'm debating it. On one hand, AVV is right about the reading for what exactly we wrote, and yeah either you should take the action back... or make a DC 10 Acrobatics Check for covering the remaining 10–12 feet with a Running Jump. I'd give you the same +2 Circumstance Bonus a pole would, since your portal is basically doing the same thing. On a failure, DC 20 Reflex save to grab the edge and dangle from the precipice. Fail that, and you fall to the water below -- DC 15 Acrobatics to dive, on a failure you belly-flop and take damage. Then the party has to fish you back up. On the other hand, I kind of don't want to get bogged down in all this. I mean if we were at a table then yeah we could talk through it, and I'd kind of expect the Players to brainstorm their options and come up with a whole plan -- including contingencies for failure, like harness and tie-offs and stuff. But that level of thinking is kind of beyond the scope of a forum, so I'm a lot more willing to play fast and loose, here -- I kind of don't want to punish players for being aggressive about, you know, advancing the plot. ... I tell you what, SW. I'll split the baby. Why don't you roll that Acrobatics check, and I'll let you reconsider if it doesn't work out? Click to expand... Also, it's honestly why I suggested a chat room for IOC Stuff, so that we could all talk about this kind of thing. Then again, you wanted the brainstorming IC, CIRC, and that kind of goes against it. Sadly, Pop has both it's upsides and it's downsides, and this one of them. Alright, let's see that roll... Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 13+4 = 17 For: Acrobatics Rolled on: November-12-2017, 07:51am See dice roll details 13 Alright! Made it, let me just edit my post a little~ Arrive, update your IC post with those numbers, and we'll stick a fork in it & call it done. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Arrive, update your IC post with those numbers, and we'll stick a fork in it camp; call it done. Click to expand... Updated, sorry for all the confusion. Time to put people on the spot, Oligarchs-- I assume you want to be the first across? Let me know. Sophos-- How about your dog? Fellgrave, impossiblearchitect, let's hear you're options. (Also Gianna has the best Mage Hand and Perch has a pet monkey, those might help to get between buildings)Moving forward, please give me Perception checks every time you get to a new area; I will modify lore-dump accordingly. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Time to put people on the spot, LOL Grass -- I assume you want to be the first across? Let me know. Sophos -- How about your dog? Fell grave, impossible architect, let's hear you're options. (Also Gianna has the best Mage Hand and Perch has a pet monkey, those might help to get between buildings) Moving forward, please give me Perception checks every time you get to a new area; I will modify lore-dump accordingly. Click to expand... I'm not really up for offering an opinion to the party, given I'm still following behind them. (perhaps a perception/listening check is in order to see if they've spotted me yet?) That said, I've got a rope and telekinesis, so finding my way across shouldn't be too hard. I figure I can tie one end around a spike and send it across, then tie the surrounding other. I can then jump, and I won't make it, but I can use the momentum to swing over against the other side of the gap and then pull myself up from there. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Time to put people on the spot, LOL Grass -- I assume you want to be the first across? Let me know. Moving forward, please give me Perception checks every time you get to a new area; I will modify lore-dump accordingly. Click to expand... Yes, I'll lead. Do you want me to roll climb and perception? I have a power outage, so I may be offline today. Any posts you need from me will need to wait until I have Wi-Fi back because phone posting is a pain and I have very limited data in any case. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Sophos -- How about your dog? Click to expand... To be quite honest, I'm at a bit of a loss. The only real way I can move Crescent is to have Chorus carry him, but I don't even know if the rope canholdthe roughly 300 lbs of combined weight between the two. At least not going between two gaps. And even if itcouldit'd be slow-going, and then I'd have to do it all over again when we moved to the next place. It's kind of annoying, and I have no idea how to resolve it. We might have to just fight our way across the ground then. Sophos said: ↑ To be quite honest, I'm at a bit of a loss. The only real way I can move Crescent is to have Chorus carry him, but I don't even know if the rope can hold the roughly 300 lbs of combined weight between the two. At least not going between two gaps. And even if it could, it'd be slow-going, and then I'd have to do it all over again when we moved to the next place. It's kind of annoying, and I have no idea how to resolve it. Click to expand... It issilkrope, so weight shouldn't be an issue at least? Spectral Waltz yeah man no problem take careSophosthe great thing about being DM is that I don't need to come up with solutions. Just problemsLOLand yeah let's not worry about the load. I mean it's solvable, I could calculate the limits, but... I don't want to bother. Blew. Sorry, IRL got involved, and I didn't have time to log on for a couple of days. If the rope is reasonably slack, then a back-of-the-envelope calculation suggests that a silk rope could handle ~500 pounds of weight when stretched across a gap. You'll be fine. Also, lol, I totally forgot about my familiar. (Isn't it sad, Blacking?) That being said, I don't know if I want him to climb all the way up to the roof and back down. .... He might be under the weight limit for Mage Hand, though. There's a thought. To keep this moving, are there any remaining outstanding decisions that need to be made? I'm assuming we're going to climb across buildings using rope more? Seems that way... So. Who's going first then? Also, I realized I should have gone for the extended range perk instead of the doubting one. I forgot it boosts my passive TK as well. That way I could have potentially helped you guys out without revealing myself. If we're all set, I'll be going first. I just wish I had mage hand memorized. I'll have to do that from now on. Heads up, I'm traveling tomorrow, and Thursday is a US holiday, Friday I've got various plans, Saturday I'm traveling again -- I might not be able to do a big meaty post until Sunday, but I'll be able to check the thread. Anyway yes I'm interested to see how this is handled. Who are we waiting for atm? Good question~ I tell you what, you guys give me a marching order, and we'll move towards exploring the route. Senna will go second or third~ Grass said he was going first... Chorus'll prob be near the back since he's carrying Crescent. Princess, Fireman, or over-the-shoulder carry? Or does he perch atop your head? Edit: Does he have enough Ride skill for that? I am indeed going to take point. Second. Squishy mage will tend as middlewares as he can manage. So third or fourth. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Princess, Fireman, or over-the-shoulder carry? Click to expand... Probably over the shoulder to try and keep a hand free. Good enough, next room get. Going to be busy today and tomorrow, so just going to do the rolls here until I can put them in a proper post after everyone takes their turns. Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+7 = 23 For: Perception Rolled on: December-01-2017, 08:12pm See dice roll details 16 Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+9 = 25 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-01-2017, 08:12pm See dice roll details 16 Fell grave said: ↑ Going to be busy today and tomorrow, so just going to do the rolls here until I can put them in a proper post after everyone takes their turns. Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+7 = 23 For: Perception Rolled on: December-01-2017, 08:12pm See dice roll details 16 Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+9 = 25 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-01-2017, 08:12pm See dice roll details 16 Click to expand... Same here. Have some family crap to attend to. Just that time of the year when family starts demanding attention. >. Spoiler: Dice: Left (Perception +6) Dice: Right (Stealth +0) Sophos rolled 2 die of 20 faces, total: 30 For: Left: Per+6/Right: Stealth +0 Rolled on: December-01-2017, 10:30pm See dice roll details 10 20 So, 16 and 20. It occurs to me that since Perch's Bluff is completely mediocre, there is a very good chance he will fail impressively when attempting to communicate through charades. Iperochi! What do your elf eyes see? Impossiblearchitect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 15+1 = 16 For: Perception Rolled on: December-01-2017, 10:30pm See dice roll details 15 impossible architect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 19+3 = 22 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-01-2017, 10:35pm See dice roll details 19 As a reminder, my trap spotter talent allows me to roll to spot traps immediately within 10 feet if it matters. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5+6 = 11 For: Perception Rolled on: December-01-2017, 11:37pm See dice roll details 5 Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 3+9 = 12 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-01-2017, 11:37pm See dice roll details 3 Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+10 = 26 For: Perception Rolled on: December-03-2017, 08:27am See dice roll details 16 Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 3+6 = 9 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-03-2017, 08:27am See dice roll details 3 Grass said: ↑ As a reminder, my trap spotter talent allows me to roll to spot traps immediately within 10 feet if it matters. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5+6 = 11 For: Perception Rolled on: December-01-2017, 11:37pm See dice roll details 5 Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 3+9 = 12 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-01-2017, 11:37pm See dice roll details 3 Click to expand... Tamarack said: ↑ Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+10 = 26 For: Perception Rolled on: December-03-2017, 08:27am See dice roll details 16 Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 3+6 = 9 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-03-2017, 08:27am See dice roll details 3 Click to expand... Well shit. So much for staying undetected. At least with all our perception rolls we’ll see the monsters coming. Spectral Waltz you're the last holdout And it's been a little tight, but compared to how that Skeleton did on Perception, 9 Stealth was actually enough. Sorry, working the past few days, here you go. Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 14+2 = 16 For: Perception Rolled on: December-04-2017, 09:51am See dice roll details 14 Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 7+3 = 10 For: Stealth Rolled on: December-04-2017, 09:51am See dice roll details 7 Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Spectral Waltz you're the last holdout And it's been a little tight, but compared to how that Skeleton did on Perception, 9 Stealth was actually enough. Click to expand... So it turns out, lacking eyes and ears is something of a disadvantage when trying to see people coming? Sorry, I've been busy as hell with my quest on Akin, so the game has been slipping my mind a bit. I'll try and keep up more. Huh, you know, here's a question I can't seem to find an answer to: Does a Shield's Armor Check Penalty apply outside of combat? Like, as in, when one does not actively have it in their hands, or has it on their back? (Seeing as Guides exist and are a known thing. Though not their primary purpose, allowing for a quick slide to one's back and back to their hand was an added bonus) I'm going to call it that in a scenario where you're not getting your shield bonus to AC (like when it's on your back), then you don't get the armor check penalty, either. But if you've got it equipped (in anticipation of combat, say); then you have to deal. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ I'm going to call it that in a scenario where you're not getting your shield bonus to AC (like when it's on your back), then you don't get the armor check penalty, either. But if you've got it equipped (in anticipation of combat, say); then you have to deal. Click to expand... Mm, makes sense. I'll try and keep it in mind from now on. Screw it. I’m tired of hiding. Leeeeroooooy Jeeeeenkiiiiiinnnsss! To be clear, are you actually touching the wire? Daniel_gunman said: ↑ To be clear, are you actually touching the wire? Click to expand... Telekinetic pull on it. I’m still over at the edge of the room. That still counts. Everybody within 15 feet of Fell grave (well, no more than 30 feet from another spell target) needs to make a Will Save (spell resistance applies too, but none of you have that so w/e). Oh boy. That was not what I was expecting. That said, I think the spell would only affect me. If it’s anyone within fifteen feet of me, I think they all moved well in and past the skeleton, so they would be out of range. Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 18+3 = 21 Rolled on: December-14-2017, 07:31am See dice roll details 18 So quick question Daniel_gunman, Is this full or too late to join? Bl argh. Will is my crappiest Save, so here's hoping:Whelp, that's a 6 for Chorus and an 5 for Crescent. Let's hope we don't get mind whammies too hard. Spoiler: Chorus and Crescent Will Saves Sophos rolled 2 die of 20 faces, total: 6+3 = 9 For: Chorus/Crescent Will Save Rolled on: December-14-2017, 12:18pm See dice roll details 3 3 Also, looks like that screwed the roll. RMM. Wish there was a better way to roll. I'll roll just in case. I'm hoping I'm out of range. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 11+2 = 13 For: Will save Rolled on: December-14-2017, 12:24pm See dice roll details 11 I think we Warrington be in the next room, but I don't know how successful we were. Also damn, DC 17? That's... well, I guess it might only be a second- or third-level spell with a good Int score, but still. That's over our pay grade. Impossiblearchitect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5+4 = 9 For: Will Rolled on: December-14-2017, 01:17pm See dice roll details 5 impossible architect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 12+11 = 23 For: Will Rolled on: December-14-2017, 01:18pm See dice roll details 12 Rip in pasta. T.To, sorry, that should be a +6 the first time - half construct gives me +2 against mind affecting. Not that it matters, but mostly for my own reference. TavarokkSpectral Waltz waiting on you two. Also to clarify, give me a call -- this spell affects a "certain number of people, none more than 30 feet apart", the same spread as Haste. I don't want to get real involved, so everybody give me a gut check on whether you're in that or not. And don't forget your Spell craft checks, if you have ranks in the skill. Honestly, since I'm in front, I'm probably not in range. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 9+8 = 17 For: Spell craft Rolled on: December-15-2017, 03:30am See dice roll details 9 With the room being a square with the side of 40 ft, unless we already left it we'd all be affected by 30 ft burst from the center. Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+6 = 10 For: Will Rolled on: December-15-2017, 03:38am See dice roll details 4 Tamarack said: ↑ With the room being a square with the side of 40 ft, unless we already left it we'd all be affected by 30 ft burst from the center. Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+6 = 10 For: Will Rolled on: December-15-2017, 03:38am See dice roll details 4 Click to expand... It's a burst centered on me, not the Kelly. If so, I might've gotten clear, being right after Grass. If he's good, so am I, I'd say. Chorus and Crescent at the back, so I doubt they'd be out of range. Probably more on the edge. I was third out, so 50/50 on that. On the other hand, I rolledshitfor a Will save, so... probably caught on the fringes? Are we waiting on anyone else or just Daniel to post results? Waiting on me, sorry, overtime has been absolute hell lately. I need to still do my saves. Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 15+4 = 19 For: Will Save Rolled on: December-21-2017, 01:16am See dice roll details 15 Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 12+10 = 22 For: Spell craft Rolled on: December-21-2017, 01:16am See dice roll details 12 At least your saves look good. Arrive we're up. Likes like Perch and Chorus were the two that were affected. Well. I suppose this isn't the best way to get introduced to the party. Any chance I can roll a stealth v perception to see if I got spotted? Well, I'm going to roll perception to see if I find anything. I'm fairly certain I don't know who triggered it. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 6+6 = 12 For: Perception Rolled on: December-23-2017, 07:32am See dice roll details 6 Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 2+10 = 12 For: Perception Rolled on: December-23-2017, 10:15pm See dice roll details 2 As a note:Daniel_gunman, I'm assuming taking off his breastplate and shirt will give some relief to that area? If it does, Chorus will continue disrobing unless otherwise prompted. Just didn't want to presume it would help and then go all the way, and also wanted to give a chance for someone to interrupt him. At the moment, he's not very focused on the current situation beyond being 'Pooh, ooh, ah, Itchy itchy itchy!' and solving that. Sophos Yes, you're correct; removing gear relieves the itch under what the gear was covering. GarahsTavarokkYou're not seeing anything new. The skeleton is still standing motionless, facing away, there is still a thin silver wire threaded through it, and there is still an Evocation-trapped safe in the wall. Give me a little more direction if you want to look at something in particular. Nothing in particular IC-wise. I was looking for a possible third party that might have cast something, but I doubt a 12 would spot our straggler. Daniel_gunman- Are metal objects like buckles affected? (Guessing wildly based on the school of the spell.) Let's go with yes. I keep forgetting about Crescent. Wolf'll make a Perception for the cause of the spell. Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 13+5 = 18 For: Crescent Perception Rolled on: December-26-2017, 11:33pm See dice roll details 13 To clarify:What happened was a touch-triggered spell trap. Gianna touched it, and it triggered. (Bad luck that it was a triggered Curse effect instead of a trap-centered fireball or whatever). Regarding peeps who just made Perception checks, let's go with saying that what happened is apparent to Sure and Chorus since they were looking in that direction when it occurred. The Skeleton has not moved. Right, so should I make a post now for Gianna shrugging off the spell, or is someone else going to do something to move things along first? Ah, you might as well. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Ah, you might as well. Click to expand... Alright. I'll get on that soon as possible then. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ To clarify: What happened was a touch-triggered spell trap. Gianna touched it, and it triggered. (Bad luck that it was a triggered Curse effect instead of a trap-centered fireball or whatever). Regarding peeps who just made Perception checks, let's go with saying that what happened is apparent to Sure and Chorus since they were looking in that direction when it occurred. The Skeleton has not moved. Click to expand... Just to make sure: Crescent/Chorus notices Belgrade/Gianna? Yes. Would have gotten away with it too... if wasn't for you and your meddling dog... I'm going to assume anything more would probably require a Bluff/Sense Motive Opposed Check. Sure, if that's what you want to do. I mean, Sense Motive ain't great, since Wis was my Dump Stat Lessee how this goes. Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 19+4 = 23 For: Sense Motive Rolled on: December-31-2017, 05:53am See dice roll details 19 ...well. Guess I’m caught then. I don’t have a bonus to bluff, so it doesn’t matter what I would roll. A thought occurred to me. Can everyone else also roll? Sophia rolled enough to see through me, but if I can convince the rest of you then maybe I don’t need to worry about him. I'm more inclined to listen to a member of the group than some stranger who appeared right after a curse was cast. Jeez, I feel like I don't know what Chorus' 'Voice' is anymore. Posts are just so sporadic, it's hard to keep his voice and characterization steady. Sophos said: ↑ Jeez, I feel like I don't know what Chorus' 'Voice' is anymore. Posts are just so sporadic, it's hard to keep his voice and characterization steady. Click to expand... Then be like me, only write either variations of the same character, or rip off existing popular ones. So just to be clear, I'm waiting for the rest of the party to resolve this little spat and continue forward. Nothing has happened for me-the-gm to respond to. Fell grave, are you, perhaps, trying to get your PC killed? So far Gianna has stalked us on a sensitive expedition, attacked the party, tried to justify herself with a bunch of blatant lies (including further provoking Sure by attempting to claim her credit in the tiger fight) and is now challenging the whole party to a fight. You even completely ignored the lifeline Spectral tossed you to untangle this mess. We're pretty much running out of words that can be reasonably said here before the situation progresses to its logical conclusion. This is the point where I regret that dominate persons fifth level. He. Sadly, I don't even havecharmin my spell book, never mind prepared, or I'd use that as an approximation, but given the ... ahem, genre, this would be the ideal moment for dominate. Tamarack said: ↑ Fell grave, are you, perhaps, trying to get your PC killed? So far Gianna has stalked us on a sensitive expedition, attacked the party, tried to justify herself with a bunch of blatant lies (including further provoking Sure by attempting to claim her credit in the tiger fight) and is now challenging the whole party to a fight. You even completely ignored the lifeline Spectral tossed you to untangle this mess. We're pretty much running out of words that can be reasonably said here before the situation progresses to its logical conclusion. Click to expand... Honestly, I've got no idea what I'm doing. Getting caught out in my lie right off the bat totally threw me, and I couldn't think of any other way to avoid a fight for causing the curse than to try and kind of find a refuge in audacity. The tiger fight thing is actually an IOC mistake on my part. Lifeline? *rereads*...fuck me. This is what I get for posting at 1 in the morning. Going to try and salvage this before Daniel or you guys have to deal with it. I'm trying to be as reasonable as I can since you're a PC, but it is a sensitive mission. You could always surrender and try to charm your way into everyone's graces. Fell grave said: ↑ Honestly, I've got no idea what I'm doing. Getting caught out in my lie right off the bat totally threw me, and I couldn't think of any other way to avoid a fight for causing the curse than to try and kind of find a refuge in audacity. The tiger fight thing is actually an IOC mistake on my part. Lifeline? *rereads* ...fuck me. This is what I get for posting at 1 in the morning. Going to try and salvage this before Daniel or you guys have to deal with it. Click to expand... If you’re editing your post rather than making a new post, please let us know in here when you’re done? It won’t notify us for just edits. Not sure if you guys got the alerts or not, but I put up my new post in the IC thread. OK You guys cool with what's going down in the IC thread? I have honestly no idea. I just kind of want things to move along. If not everyone responds within the next few hours, I say let's move on. Or do you guys want me to try checking that trapped hatch? My rolls seem to suck recently. I think the currents itch seems pretty well resolved. Ok, let's move on. I'll pass on the trap door for now as well just so we can progress. OK What about the skeleton? Is it moving? I figured it was placed there as bait to trigger that trap at this point. It is not moving. I say we leave it for now. I'm not confident in disarming magical traps right now. Ok, let's move on since no one else is responding. I'd like for this to not die even before the first delve is finished. Right, what is the party doing then? Also - "Since you activated the trap that made them strip, clearly you should strip too," I'm surprised no one said that. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ Also - "Since you activated the trap that made them strip, clearly you should strip too," I'm surprised no one said that. Click to expand... I never even thought of that, I was mostly focused on bringing the party together finally. Anyways, I'm going to say we continue onwards to our destination until the next hazard pops up. Stick Fell grave in the middle of the formation to keep an eye on her. That sound about right... I’d even volunteer to watch her since I suggested it... Yeah, continuing on sounds fine. I'm on board with this. First, I'm going to cast mage armor on myself for just in case. Dancing lights will be my light source in the cave. I'll lead by 15 feet, keeping an eye out for traps, creatures, and secret passages. I'll just climb out the window to the north, and before I drop to the ground, drop a piece of rubble at my landing site in case someone set up a trap there. I'll roll now, but if anyone has any other preparations, go ahead. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 1+6 = 7 For: Perception Rolled on: February-07-2018, 03:27pm See dice roll details 1 Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 1+9 = 10 For: Stealth Rolled on: February-07-2018, 03:28pm See dice roll details 1 Grass said: ↑ First, I'm going to cast mage armor on myself for just in case. Dancing lights will be my light source in the cave. I'll lead by 15 feet, keeping an eye out for traps, creatures, and secret passages. I'll just climb out the window to the north, and before I drop to the ground, drop a piece of rubble at my landing site in case someone set up a trap there. Furthermore, I'll roll now, but if anyone has any other preparations, go ahead. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 1+6 = 7 For: Perception Rolled on: February-07-2018, 03:27pm See dice roll details 1 Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 1+9 = 10 For: Stealth Rolled on: February-07-2018, 03:28pm See dice roll details 1 Click to expand... ...WELL. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ ...WELL. Click to expand... Yeah, I really hate the dice roller here. Jeez man. That sucks. Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 13+7 = 20 For: Perception Rolled on: February-07-2018, 07:18pm See dice roll details 13 Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 8+9 = 17 For: Stealth Rolled on: February-07-2018, 07:19pm See dice roll details 8 Well, I should see what's coming at least. RMM, Chorus and Crescent will follow up behind. Though note, Chorus is probably still naked. Sophos rolled 2 die of 20 faces, total: 23+6 = 29 For: Perception Ch+6/Cr+5 Rolled on: February-07-2018, 07:24pm See dice roll details 13 10 So, 19 Perception for Chorus, 16 for Crescent Sophos rolled 2 die of 20 faces, total: 30+6 = 36 For: Stealth +6/+6 Rolled on: February-07-2018, 07:26pm See dice roll details 18 12 And then 24 Stealth for Chorus, 18 for Crescent. Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 11+10 = 21 For: Perception Rolled on: February-07-2018, 07:29pm See dice roll details 11 Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 6+6 = 12 For: Stealth Rolled on: February-07-2018, 07:29pm See dice roll details 6 Pfft. Anyway, impossiblearchitect, you're the last one needed I think. Daniel_gunman said: ↑ you're the last one needed I think. Click to expand... @Spectral Waltz hasn't rolled yet though, only commented, so he still needs to do that. Sorry, just needed to figure out where I put the tab with my character sheet. Rolland~ Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 17+2 = 19 For: Perception Check Rolled on: February-08-2018, 06:16am See dice roll details 17 Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5+3 = 8 For: Perception Check Rolled on: February-08-2018, 06:16am See dice roll details 5 Surf.impossiblearchitecthasn't been on since Tuesday. ~_~Hope everything's okay with them. Sorry about that; my sleep schedule got screwed up for a bit and I lost track of the days. Impossiblearchitect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 17+1 = 18 For: Perception Rolled on: February-09-2018, 08:11pm See dice roll details 17 impossible architect rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 1+3 = 4 For: Stealth Rolled on: February-09-2018, 08:11pm See dice roll details 1 ... Well alright then. With catlike tread! What the heck is going on with the dice in the games I'm in lately? Between this and the Zombie Ninjas... I'm thinking of just walking up and greeting the being to see what his response is. While fishing doesn't mean he's friendly, it's certainly better than some alternatives. Any objections? Grass said: ↑ I'm thinking of just walking up and greeting the being to see what his response is. While fishing doesn't mean he's friendly, it's certainly better than some alternatives. Any objections? Click to expand... Chorus'll go with you? He can Enhance Diplomacy and if need be I can push my Diplomacy roll up to +20 to see if that'll help. Works for me, do you want to roll and post then? Sure, why not. I'll have it that Chorus makes a promise to deal with or something to get Legalistic Bonus... Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 20+20 = 40 For: Diplomacy Rolled on: February-16-2018, 12:44pm See dice roll details 20 Well, that's certainly one way to do it. .... What the hell. Well then. That just happened. Note that my Diplomacy is great. My Sense Motive? Not so much. Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 9+4 = 13 For: Sense Motive Rolled on: February-17-2018, 08:08am See dice roll details 9 Well, you go ahead and negotiate. I'm going to grab a snack. Yeah, not going to intrude during your negotiations, but I'll still sense motive as I watch. Grass rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 14+4 = 18 For: Sense Motive Rolled on: February-23-2018, 05:45am See dice roll details 14 With an 18 result, You can tell his behavior is unnatural, and very likely the result of an Enchantment spell. And, of course, I don't have detected magic memorized today. Don't know what I was thinking. Guess I'll just have to wait until Sophos is done. Am I supposed to make a second Sense Motive Check? Eh, I'll roll on the off chance I need to. Sophos rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 7+4 = 11 For: SM Rolled on: February-26-2018, 01:03am See dice roll details 7 So does no one have anything to say about Green Guy's last comment and post? At all? I could use some comments, because that 'Slave Woman' Comment is worrisome. Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 19+4 = 23 For: K. Nature Rolled on: March-01-2018, 07:31pm See dice roll details 19 to ID the creature. I think it might be a troll? Also, do I know that he noticed me? Sophos said: ↑ So does no one have anything to say about Green Guy's last comment and post? At all? I could use some comments, because that 'Slave Woman' Comment is worrisome. Click to expand... Well, I know I'm going to poke at Gianna being useful to have, here, just for kicks. Also, if you talk it down to a one-time deal thing, Sure might be up to it for exotics factor if nothing else. On the other hand, feel free to suggest that it should choke on its dick as a viable food alternative, because violence is fun for my on, too. Sophos said: ↑ So does no one have anything to say about Green Guy's last comment and post? At all? I could use some comments, because that 'Slave Woman' Comment is worrisome. Click to expand... I missed that Daniel had posted, actually. But yeah, I'm not taking that commentlyingsitting down. Fell grave rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 20 For: intimidate Rolled on: March-01-2018, 10:08pm See dice roll details 20 Huh. Well then. Tamarack said: ↑ Tamarack rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 19+4 = 23 For: K. Nature Rolled on: March-01-2018, 07:31pm See dice roll details 19 to ID the creature. I think it might be a troll? Also, do I know that he noticed me?.... Click to expand... Your guess is correct -- looks like a Troll. It doesn't appear to have noticed you. Fell grave said: ↑ I missed that Daniel had posted, actually. But yeah, I'm not taking that comment lying sitting down... Click to expand... Noted. I'm going to hold off posting a bit (like two days I think), to let other people post / comment / react. GarahsCheck the char name in your post LOL So, I think that’s a long enough wait for other people to post. Any longer and this becomes more likely to die. Daniel? On a side note, it may be a good habit to mention in this thread explicitly if we don't have anything to say. Not every time, obi, but if it goes a week or two a roll-call would help. Daniel_gunman? Ugh sorry peeps. It's just an excuse, but I've been busy, and I haven't been giving this any attention. I'll post something soon. So you guys probably already guessed, but I'm afraid I'm going to officially cancel the game. This is just me making excuses, but May was really busy for me at work. (I was moving off of one project, so I had to close out my stuff on that, and I'm moving back onto another project, and I've already got a lot of balls in the air for that one). Sorry.

[NSFW] - [OOC] Seven Brides

A Light In Hell(Aplikocius and Crysie)

The pit was in chaos. The most foolish of my kind had claimed it a great victory, and laughed and roared with glee, as they celebrated it. They drank and devoured, raped and roared, as they sang their praise to the dread lords and their eternal damnation. I however, am not foolish. You don't get to be the governor of hell, and Ruler of the ninth circle, by being foolish. You get it by inheritance. And then you keep it with savagery. But also by having the strength to ignore your need for chaos and madness. Wisdom, a dead man once called it. And That's how I knew we hadn't won. Not yet. We had laid our trap. And sprung it excellently. I'd borrowed the name of Lucifer. Used it to call the four, and forced them into cooperation. Then I'd taken all the lesser denizen and behemoths of the seventh and eight circle, and marched them to war. I had even donned the Silvan armor, the greatest Heritage from my late father, Lucius. All this and she'd still almost won. The bow of the white rider had proven unable to hit her, as her nimble feet easily danced around every shoot. And so he died. And while the sword of the red didn't let him down, his skills with it did. And so he died. The Weighing scales of the Black proved even more useless, for apparently you cannot weigh light. And so he died. The pale Horseman however, proved a challenge even for her. For all things must die. And so he did. But it had been helpful, for the wound caused by death itself proved devastating, even for her. And although their master was gone, Hades continued to horde the unyielding arch-angel. Their hate for her light seemed eternal, as they swarmed her to the last bone. And so Hades was no more. And That's when I joined the fray. And as I placed my hands on her chest, and let the bead I held within it do its wicked work, the Hallowed armor of my fore-fathers, broke in her destruction. We had captured an archangel. But we hadn't won. For in her capture, she had doomed the apocalypse itself. For The four was gone, and without them there would be no end. That was six days ago. Now I stood at the terrace of my glorious palace. My cock deep in a young fresh human girl, as I pondered my possibilities while reveling in her rape. Ten years. That was all the time I had until the lord of hell returned, and learned of my so-called "victory". I knew He'd find it lacking, and I would be dead. But what if there was a replacement. Someone to take the place of the four, and lead the darkness to glory? But was it was possible? To create another like him? What if she could be made loyal, and devote. In that case, bringing the glory of the end of times, wouldn't have to be the end of it. Perhaps we could even challenge him. Perhaps I could be king? I knew it was a gamble. A long shot. But I was out of options anyway. And so I tore the girl of my member, and let her fall to the ground, as I set my way towards the dungeons. One thing was certain. I would not be bored for my final ten years. The apocalypse was an event bound to happen, the end of all humanity and whatnot. It had been a plan set since the beginning, wiping all earth clean, making it a clean slate for humanity and the world to be rebuilt by God. The plan was for the apocalypse to take its course. Keyword being been. That was the plan. When things started to go under way, the demons took over with no intentions of letting the world become a new and clean one. So, the heavens had to step in to keep things within order. War broke out between us angels and the demons who dwelled below. We kept the demons at bay for a while, but they started to push back. So, stronger forces started to step in until it came to the point where us archangels had to partake in it. The other archangels were busy with other matters, so I was the unfortunate one to head to the fray first. The demons underestimated me at first, though I couldn't blame them. A 5'4 Asian would never be seen as intimidating. That was their mistake though for not taking me seriously. Though, it didn't take long for them to see that I was more than a formidable foe. Soon, the horsemen were my challengers, and even then I conquered. One by one they fell, and with each fallen meant the closer to the end. I had thought things were going well, even if I did suffer quite a bit with my battle with Death, I had taken care of Hades. I had thought that was the end when Hades fell. Unfortunately, I was wrong. With my victories, I started to underestimate my foes a bit. Big mistake on my part as it was the cause of my capture. I careless and got captured. The demon came out of nowhere, and I underestimated him. Because of my carelessness, I was now trapped who knows where in some dungeon. I had no idea how long I had been down in this disgusting place, it was always dark, no windows or anything to be able to tell time. The demons that stood guard outside the door would respond to my questions or words. I just wanted to know why they haven't killed me yet. To be honest, I was starting to grow wary because all they've done is keep me down here. What did they have planned for me? Or were they just going to leave me here to suffer a slow death of starvation and dehydration? With a frustrated groan, I gave the chains that bound my wrists another tug. It was useless, I know, but a part of me had to try. It really was pointless though. These chains were special made to cut off my powers. I was starting to grow a bit tired though from being strung up like a doll. The chains held my wrists together above my head and hoisted me up off the ground a bit so that my feet were mere inches from touching the cold stone ground below." Why don't you come in here and face me you fiends?! Unchain me and face me!" Maybe then I'd have some kind of entertainment rather than just hang here waiting for death to consume me. "Call that big oaf in here and tell him to fight me on fair grounds! He's a coward for just locking me away like this!" Maybe they could be provoked. Honestly, I was completely bored out of my mind at this point and shouting at them eased some of my frustration. As I entered the lowest level of my palace, I saw loyal Kelgrimar, and another soldier, guarding her cell. I walked up to them, and they knelt as I approached.“Have you been down here ever since we captured her?” I asked him.“Yes, my lord” his deep voice rumbled.”I told you that wasn't necessary. Her chains are forged by Hell stone, and even if she somehow escaped them, she would still be as powerless as a mortal. The bead I placed within her has had days to do its work, her divine light is sealed” Kelgrimar looked at me as if I'd spoken another language. Loyalty and brutality was his strengths. Intellect was not. I gestured at them, and they rose to their feet, resuming their guarding stances. Kelgrimar was big, not as huge as myself, but big nonetheless. His body was cowered in natural scales, that resembled medium-sized, flattened stones. While his compact, stumped head, was crowned by two small but very sharp horns.“Has she spoken?” I asked him. He nodded.“And?” I elaborated.“It was loud.” He proudly clarified. As the other guard made a weird groan like sound.“Arms master Kelgrimar, if I may” he cautiously spoke “I think what the dread lord's asking of us, is what words the she-angel spoke?” Kelgrimar gave his subordinate what might have been a murderous look. It really was hard to tell with him. “First she wanted to fight, and then she wanted a big loaf” He said. And I saw his soon-to-be lieutenant groan in bewilderment. “If I may clarify just a tiny bit my lord?” I nodded at him.“She tried to taunt us to release her, and then she called out for you.” He said. Hoping to bargain her way to freedom, no doubt.“Let's not keep her waiting then.” I said and headed for the cell.“Kelgrimar, you're to make this man your lieutenant, and under no circumstances are you to accidentally murder him.” Kelgrimar gave me his most devastated look, as the young soldier let out a loud sigh of relief. And I entered the cell. The room was beautiful. The cracked walls, dirty floor, and the lack of light, all served to amplify the beauty of its crowning piece. My helpless captive, chained at its center. I'd forgotten how tiny she was. Her small frame barely reaching the chest of my 7'9, tall figure, made my demonic needs roar in anticipation. Her vulnerability calling for me, begging me to mount her, devour her, take her whichever way I liked. But I knew that wouldn't do. My fathers form was too brutal. Its member so big, that without her angelic powers, her mind would shatter, where i to indulge myself. I needed to bend her, not break her. I let out a deep breath, focused my mind, and felt myself morph into my mothers' heritage. My brutalizing husk transforming into a much narrower, and smaller body. Still muscular, but leaner. And my height was reduced to a meager 6'2. While behind me, I could feel a long slender tail sprouting into existence. Between my legs, my member looked completely different. Still big, but not a monstrosity, and much more human looking in shape as well. While my dark hair had turned long and thick, a trait shared by all incubus and succubi. I felt her study me, and smirked at her. Then made my way across the room. She looked so alluring dangling in her chains. Her feet, desperate in their struggle to keep contact with the cold stone floor, while her body was curved so delightfully by the tightening of her chains. I approached her and leaned in, inappropriately close. Drawing in her smell. And at the same time letting my aphrodisiac inducing pheromones, bathe around her body. She immediately flinched and tried to back up, but the chains kept her in place. I studied her, shamelessly dancing my eyes across her body. Letting her every curve and shape entice my appetite. For being made for creatures of virtue, the angelic garbs were surprisingly suggestive, as it stuck to her body in all the right places. She said something. A desperate attempt to regain some measure of control. I didn't deem it worthy of a response. And started circling her, studying her backside with the same intensity I'd given her front. Then I placed a suggestive fingertip between her shoulder blades, before seductively guiding it down her back. And I smelled her arousal intensify. I smiled, and lead my finger back around to her stomach. Lent in close, and whispered in her ear. “Slut.” Then Allowed myself to feed off her ragged breath, and intoxicating smells. I then led my finger down to her right breast, circling its very edge, while slowly guiding it towards the summit. I saw its center stiffen, but denied her the pleasure of me touching it. Instead, I teased it with my abandonment, and stroked my hand further down her body." So, needy." I said, letting my finger dance around her thigh, and then towards her crotch. I didn't remove her fabric, but instead had my fingers run over it, letting her imagine, what bare contact could feel like. While at the same time having my seductive powers feed the part of her that longed for exposure." Tell me little one, do angels sin?" I asked. She didn't answer. So I removed my hand from her crotch, denying her its pleasure. When she finally stopped shaking, I brought the palm of my hand down hard on her ass. And the most delicious sound echoed through the dungeon, making my demonic instincts purr." I asked you a question, Slut." The mere sight of him was revolting along with his touch and words. Normally I wouldn't care for all of it, but the moment he came in close to me and I got a whiff of him, something came over me. Never before had I been unable to react the slightest in any way to such caresses. Yes, I had been touched before, well, more like grabbed. Humans were rather hands beings, even if the touch wasn't appreciated, they still went for it. Revolting really. Well, either way, I had no response then, but for some strange, and frightening reason, I do now towards this vile demon. That first whiff of him hit me like some charging bull. I could feel my body shivering at the first inhale of his intoxicating scent. I don't know what came over me for the next few moments as I reacted to his touch. Everywhere his hand went there was some aching trail of fire left behind its wake. I hadn't been paying attention to his words any as I was too concentrated in pulling myself together. That was rather hard to do though as his touch kept pulling me back to him, or at least his actions upon my innocent body. I barely caught the question he asked as I was too busy fretting over what was happening to my body. All these feelings of tingling and aching pleasure of some sort was new to me along with why they surfaced from such disgusting touches from a demon. I probably would have lost myself in my own anxious thoughts if it wasn't for the sudden sting to my plump rump. The yelp of surprise and pain left my lips before I could stop it. As much as it was unwanted, it snapped me back to reality at least." Don't call me that! I'm no such thing! But what do you think mush brain!? We wouldn't be pure and perfect if we did you bucket of bolts!" I spat back at him with seething rage. "Let me go this instant, so I can cut your hands off for touching me like that. You have no right or privilege to do such disgusting things like that. And keep speaking to me like that, and I will cut your tongue out and feed it to you." Okay, maybe I wouldn't feed it to him, that was just nasty, but I had to make the threat more in a way. I had heard a few humans say such things, and the words just came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. "Who are you anyway? It's obvious that you're not some low life scumbag demon, no low level demon could do what you did. So, who are you? I usually like to know a strong opponent before killing them." Yes, I had the full intention of killing him once or if I got out of these chains and shackles. Unless he killed me first of course. I knew that killing me while I was in such a state like this would be like blinking his eyes for him. This bead that he put in me, I could feel the thing sapping at my powers to where I felt weak. I was lowered to the powers of a mere mortal, sadly. I felt the anger boil under my skin. It wasn't the insults that gnawed at me. As a being of hell, I'd heard worse in my crib. The arrogance behind them however, was unbearable. As a noble among the demon lords, I'd lived for almost a thousand years. And even as a child, during the most pathetic, helpless part of my existence, no one ever dared treat me with such disrespect. This wouldn't do. Angelic being or not, this level of disrespect would not go unanswered. I could always release her. Demonstrate to her, how completely I'd already defeated her. Show her how pathetic and weak my superior intellect had left her, as I dominated her to oblivion. But no. For though I could bend her mind and body with violence, her essence would always be left untouched. For each sin she committed, there would have to be the presence of a choice, where she ever to be Lucifer's equal. So instead of grabbing her by her whore mouth and use it for its purpose, I would let her feel it deep in her soul, how she was completely at my mercy. I gave her a look, promising repercussion. Then walked over to the wall opposite to the entrance, and started adjusting the length of her chains. And as her bondage relented, I thought I sensed relief for the briefest of moments. I sent a mental message to Kelgrimar and told him to make the preparations. Then I grabbed a set of restraints made for immobilizing a prisoners legs and feet, and made my way back to her. I grabbed her by the neck, firmly, and forced her to look me in the eyes. Then I squeezed, letting her feel herself in my grasp. “Who am I?” I asked.“You were going to call me master, and love me like your god. But now. Now you'll call me mercy.” I said, then leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “And I promise you will mean it.” I forced her down on her knees and felt her loosened chains again tighten, as the distance between her and their source lengthened. Her arms were now again pulled above her head. I bent her over, ever so slightly, so that her stomach started to face the floor, and felt the chains screech as my strength forced them to stretch. Then I locked her feet in their new restraints. In the middle of it, were yet another chain, which I guided up to her hands. Linking all four of her limbs. Displaying her, on her knees, in A whorish bondage.“That's my Slut.” I praised her, admiring her beautiful shapes, and how lovely they suited her current pose. While using my inhuman senses to Smell how perfectly she reacted to her current predicament. I Stood up, making the head of her floored body conveniently level with my crotch. And felt myself harden. Studying her intently as I let it brush against her face. And felt her reacts I guided it under her nose. Sideways as if she was smelling a cigar. Then I started to slowly stroke it back and forward, letting it drown her in an overdose of its pheromones.“Be my good slut.” I teased.“Let me bathe in your mouth like you know you want me to.” I was generally curious as to what she would do, and a part of me almost hoped she'd resist. Spoiler: Outfit {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} (Only imagine that she has stockings with lace at the top as well)I felt a bit foolish for feeling the briefest of relief when he loosened the chains. For a split second I had thought that he was going to release me. I wish he did, but it seems like he had other plans, rather lewd and sinful ones. I just hated how he was manipulating my body like this, forcing me into such a position before him. My body was enjoying it though, I could feel how the tingles would run through my body from the feeling of being restrained like this. It was sick, and I hated it. I hated myself for feeling this way. I did my best to glare up at him, but I only had so much slack to move. Plus, it didn't really help that he was really tall. Letting out a small grunt, I yanked at the chains in a feeble attempt to free myself from this provocative position. When I felt something touch my face, I instantly jerked away from the object. I couldn't help but scowl in disgust when I saw what had touched my face. Watching him wave and stroke his manhood only made me want to lean forward and bite him just for the heck of it. Well, maybe I would act on that idea, it didn't seem like a bad one. Though, before I could think much on that idea, my mind started to drift elsewhere as I started to feel my body shiver and heat up. The black romper that I was wearing was starting to feel rather suffocating as I felt my perky and round breasts press against the fabric with every rise of my chest. I wanted nothing more than to strip myself of my clothes to free my body from its restraints, but that was so wrong. At least, it felt wrong to want that at this moment. It was a good thing he spoke, otherwise I might have gotten lost within my thoughts. "I'm not a slut, and I am not yours. You're sick if you think I would want such a thing. I don't want your disgusting seed anywhere near me. And I swear, if you stick that piece of crap into me then I will bite it off." Although, I couldn't help but wonder just what he would taste like. No, I mustn't think like that, it was just wrong. Such a sinful act was wrong in itself, but the fact that he was a demon made it much more wrong." I will never address you as master, or see you as my mercy. I have no master, and I'd rather die before considering you as my master. Furthermore, I'd never love you, you're a sick and twisted demon. There is no way in the high heavens would I ever feel anything but hatred towards you. You must be insane or stupid to think I'd ever stoop so low as to love you and give myself to you willingly." Just the mere thought of it was laughable. Submitting myself to him, loving him, those were words of a madman. "Besides, I doubt you know what love is. Doubt someone as vile as you ever received any in your lifetime." Did demons feel such emotions? All I knew was that they sinned, a lot. The only time I ever saw demons were when they were in the act of committing heinous acts. On the other hand, not like I would know much about feeling love. Sure, I loved God, but I guess that was more of a love that one would feel for their own father. Us angels didn't really have emotions, or at least we never let them surface. We all lock it away as there was no point in having them. Having emotions only opened the gate for sins. I have seen too many angels fall because they let their emotions take over them. I grinned down at her, tauntingly. She had made her choice. I then stood up and made my way to another wall of the room. The entirety of this one was dedicated to a massive throne-like chair. A place for me to watch and enjoy my helpless playthings. I took my seat, and spent some time ogling her. All the while grinning, as I teased and provoked her, reveling in her meaningless reactions.“Love...” i pondered. “Love is when your enemies severed heads are in your hands!”“Love is that moment, when your peers realize, they were never your equal!”“Love, is when an innocent soul, has been so corrupted that There's nothing it would rather do then worship my cock!” I drew in a calming breath, the mere thought of it put my demonic nature on edge. Then I again spoke. “It seems my lover is here.” The door to the chambers opened, and in came Kelgrimar, dragging a young, screaming and terrified girl. And I knew my angel realized what she was. Realized what the abomination she was currently witnessing, actually was. An innocent soul, in hell. Kelgrimar dropped the sweet little thing at my feet, and I quickly grabbed her by the hair, and forced her towards my sex. Being a mere mortal, my pheromones did much worse on her feeble mind, and she had barely entered its range before she found herself busy, whoring her mouth across its head. The dungeon was filled with the delicious sound of her pathetic worship. Spit and gagging sounds reverberating throughout the room, as the virgin, untainted girl, sucked as if her life depended on it.“That looks nice.” Kelgrimar sulked, and I groaned in annoyance.“Go buy yourself one of the untouched, you can put the bill in my name” I told him, desperate to get him out of my sight. He literally ran out the room. The girl kept up her cock devotion. Her eyes glazed as she lost herself in her task. My eyes however, where solely fixed upon my angel.“You know what this is don't you?” I teased her, and laughed as she responded. I clenched my right fist, and saw every restraint that was previously restraining her, come apart. My angel was free, in body at least. But I knew, she knew. Just how powerless, she really is.“In a moment I'm going to take this innocent soul, and have her lodge herself so deep on my cock she'll feel it in her throat. As you well know, sex out of wedlock is a sin, and she'll be destined for an eternity in hell. The only one who can stop this from happening, is you. If you crawl over here and beg to suck my cock, and then swallow every ounce of my cum when I finally spill, like a good fucking slut. I'll have this Girl taken back to the surface, and ended there, allowing her safe passage into heaven.” It wasn't fair, but I couldn't care less. If she chooses to help the girl, she committed herself to whoreish sin by the spill of my cock. And If she refused, she'd let an innocent soul suffer by her own choice, also a sin. Now it was just a matter of which sin she would choose. I Smiled at her.“Well? What will it be?” That wasn't love, that was lust and corruption, either that or it was a very, very, very twisted kind of love that I have not read up about in the various books in heaven. Though, I could argue about that with him some other time. Right now there were some more pressing matters. Usually there was a gray area when it came to sins. Obviously if this demon raped the poor girl then she wouldn't necessarily be damned to hell, but she seemed more than willing at the moment, even if she wasn't in her clear mind. At least, I was pretty sure she wasn't in her clear mind from what I was seeing. I was tempted to cuss at him, but I was pretty sure he'd just take it as a compliment if I did. The thought of jumping him and possibly gouging his eyes out or something violent crossed my mind, but I knew that it wasn't possible with the state that I was in at the moment. I may be free of my bonds, but I was still weak because of the bead within me. I hated that he pushed me into such a corner, to either let the poor girl be damned or go against my own beliefs. A small part of me told me to let it happen, to let the girl suffer for my own sake. But I knew better. I couldn't bare the thought of sitting by and watching, not when I had a choice. A bad choice, but it was a choice. So, swallowing my pride, I reluctantly crawled over to the demon, shuddering a bit at the sight of the girl as I knew that was going to be me soon." P-please, let me suck your cock, give me your cum, let me swallow your seed, please." I had to force myself to say such words, and I nearly threw up at the fact that I had said such distasteful words. "Please... Let me suck your cock in place of her. T-teach me how to suck your cock so that I can pleasure you." This felt like some sick and twisted nightmare, and I only wished that it was. "Please." I couldn't bare to look up at the demon as I forced myself to beg. It was too shameful, and I didn't want him to see the shame and defeat on my face. I didn't want to give him more than what he already got." Can I at least have your name so that I know who I'm pleasuring?" I wanted to know the name of this sick demon so that I could add him to my list and cross him off when I would get the chance. I was just going to have to go along with him for now until I could get the chance to escape or a chance to pull something. Furthermore, I saw her crawl towards me. Loving how she looked as her shapes and forms were highlighted by her perverted act. I grabbed the girl that was sucking me, gesturing her to move, but eventually had to wrench her of my cock. Then my angel reached me, and started begging, ever so sweetly. It was like music to my demonic ears, having a being of light utterly shame herself like this, willfully committing to the most perverted of sins. She asked for my name, no doubt planing to use it to control me. Everyone knew that a demons name was his biggest weakness in the mortal, and higher realms. I was about to ignore her, when It struck me, that giving her a resemblance of control, might be exactly what I needed in order for her to let her guard down. It would be a gamble. If she ever got free she would have me by my balls. But that was the case anyway, her being an archangel and all. I grabbed her by her chin, and forced her to look up at me. Staring deeply into her lovely eyes.“My name is Danforth, son of Lucius, lord and ruler of the ninth circle of hell.” I said, and saw her process the information. Then I tightened my grip. “Now get to work slut, worship me!” As she did her duty, I let my mind wander. Imagining that I could feel myself taint her, during her every lick and suckle. I let myself fall into a haze, as I daydreamed of a million different ways to pleasure myself inside my new slutty angel. Imagining how it would be, when she'd finally cast down Lucifer. Only to deter his throne to me as she obediently knelt at my feet, and spent the rest of eternity, serving me. Everything felt so right, so aligned, so perfect. And as I cast a look towards the human girl, I saw that she sensed it as well. Plunging her tinny fingers into her tight hole, while she bit at her soft lips. Jealously watching my angel gobble up her treat. I felt myself approach, and guided my hand into her hair. Not taking control, but just enjoy the feel of it in my hand. And how it reminded her of who really was in control.“This will be your life from now on!” I told her. “Every day will start like this. With you, on your knees, fulfilling your perverted destiny” I sensed her twitch at that, clearly having some sort of silly opinion about it.“Here I come, swallow it slut!” And I did. Damn, no wonder he was formidable. I knew that he was powerful, I could sense and feel the power that rolled off of him, but I didn't think that he was that powerful. A ruler of one of the realms. Now I was really going to have to be careful around him, he wasn't some weak demon who I could underestimate. Damn, just when I thought that he would be been easy one to beat. Maybe taking a bite out of him and making a run for it didn't seem too bad of an idea after all. Well, in no sense of seriousness of course. I'd be stupid to pull something right now in this state, unfortunately. One day though, one day I was going to make him regret this moment and all the sinful acts that were to happen from here on out. I doubt this was going to be the last of it, just merely the start of it. But his words made it very tempting to sink my teeth into his length right now though, especially since it was in my mouth, doing so would be very easy. As disgusting as this act was, I didn't feel repulsed by it like I thought I was going to be. Sure, I didn't like it, but the moment I took him into my mouth, it felt as if something clicked within me. My body started to move and act on its own before I could even process it. I had never thought about putting such an object into my mouth, let alone given anyone a blowjob, but my body seemed to know what to do the moment his length filled my mouth. It was so wrong, so dirty. But deep down there was some kind of pleasure from it, and that feeling scared me. I almost wanted to stop because of the feeling. I didn't want to enjoy this, it was wrong to, and I wanted to pull myself off and stop in order to stop the feeling from growing. But I couldn't, not if I wanted to save the girl. I did my best to keep myself busy within my thoughts to zone out the fact that I was sucking a demon's cock. The more I sucked and licked though, the more I found myself being drawn to his length, how there was a subtle taste of him in my mouth from his pre-cum. I couldn't help but let out a faint moan when I felt his fingers weaving through my long dark locks. My soft eyes slowly looked up at him as he came into my mouth, filling it with his hot seed. Shame, pleasure, lust, just a swirl of emotions swelled within me as I swallowed and sucked out every last drop of him before taking my head off of his length and breathing deeply as I licked his cock clean. I didn't know what compelled and came over me to lick him, but I did. Not like I can take it back now that it had been done.Lord, what did I do? I felt so ashamed at the thought of all that I just did. What would the others think of me if they ever found out? I would be the laughingstock of all heaven, if I was even still welcomed. Could I even go back to heaven now that I have sinned? Us angels didn't go by the same rules as humans. Even if a human sins, there was penance and they could enter heaven. If an angel sinned, well, that was the end of that. But, that's only if they found out or knew, right?" L-let the girl go, please. Do whatever you want to me, just let her go, please." It might be too late for me to go back home, but it wasn't for her. As my angel swallowed her reward, I could actually sense her purity getting corrupted. I had never seen anything like it, despite having corrupted thousands of humans before. I theorized that It had to be a side effect of her angelic heritage. How her natural soul was so much purer than that of a normal human. She proceeded to beg so sweetly, willingly accepting her new life as a demonic cum slut and personal pleasure hole. Something came over me then, and I couldn't really tell what it was. Some sort of feeling I'd never felt before, or perhaps just the hint of one. Something akin to pride, for a mere slave? And something worse...affection?? It felt like I needed to reward her. I almost killed the human girl on the spot. An appropriate retaliation, for these toxic emotions the temptress had clearly evoked in me. But reminded myself of the one defining quality setting myself apart from my trillions of brethren, Rationality. Now I understood why a project like this hadn't been successfully undergone before. Her soul had taken but a slight dip, into the world of sin, and already she demonstrated the abilities of a first grade succubus? If I didn't have the heritage of my mother, the queen of Lust, I might already be under her finger. Spending the rest of my life doing disgustingly virtuous deeds. My mother were but a regular angel, that had chosen to fall to the sin of lust. What would happen if an archangel where to undergo the same process? I focused my mind, and twisted the powers of the bead, making it inhibit any power of demonic nature as well. I was really pushing the limit of its capabilities, and there was a slight possibility it might eventually break. But my options were limited for now, so I would have to take that gamble. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice what I'd done. I took some seconds to catch my breath, and calm my ragging mind. Then I spoke.“I will stick to my word.” I started.“The girl shall be taken to the surface, and butchered there!” I noticed how the little ting squirmed in dread at the corner of my eyes, clearly hoping she would somehow survive her nasty ordeal. Silly little slut.“As for you, you are now free to walk the palace grounds. The guards outside will escort you to your room when you're ready. Keep in mind though, that as far as the denizens of hell go, I'm the nicest you'll find. If you decide that you'll take a gamble and try to escape my...hospitality. No amount of angelic reputation will save you from an eternity of torture. I might rape you, but they would do much, much worse!” I sensed her take it in, probably contemplating her options.“You will also have your daily tasks to fulfill. Furthermore, I expect you in my bed, every morning. Waking me with your oral skills. Later in the day you will take classes from the other slave girls, where you'll learn how to please and care for your masters. There will also be punishments, whenever you fail me, or whenever I feel like it.” I rose up, grabbed the human girl by her hips, and tossed her over my shoulder. Then I headed for the exit. “See you tomorrow, slut” I said, and the doors closed behind me. Damn him. I would say damn him to hell, but he was already in hell. As much as it pained me, I had to be patient, go with his whim and will until I had him like putty in my hands. Of course, I just had to get my powers back first, and I had a feeling that it wouldn't take too long for that to happen. I could feel the hold of the bead waning earlier when he was manipulating it. I could feel the change in the bead. Furthermore, I didn't know what he did though, all I know was that something happened with the bead. It wouldn't be long now until it would fail completely, and I'd be back in my prime. I just had to wait until that happened. Though, the thought of being an obedient dog to him was rather upsetting and infuriating. It was shameful, embarrassing, and infuriating to be a slave to a demon like him. I'm an archangel for goodness’s sake! To be regarded as a slave was just infuriating on so many levels. I'll make him regret it though, making me a disgusting slave like this. After a while of sitting there and recollecting myself, I got up and left the room. Unlike heaven, the place didn't have a nice and warm feel to it. It was cold, heavy in a way. Well, this was hell, so I guess this much was expected. The place seemed like some stone castle mansion like place. In a way it was nice, homey. This place was an actual home, building. Everything was open in heaven, no one had their own homes or rooms. The buildings that were up there were all open, so nothing was hidden from anyone. The only thing I didn't like about this place was how there were so many demons crawling around the place along with the scantily clad females that wondered around the place. It was no surprise to me that I turned some heads when I exited the room. An angel in hell would stick out like a sore thumb. I hated feeling powerless around everyone, and the looks that the demons were giving me made me want to punch them in the face. They knew that I was powerless against them, that I was hindered. I only hoped that they wouldn't try and pull anything with me. I would not be able to hold my own ground against them if they did, not when I was as strong as a mortal. With a deep breath, I held myself straight and head up high as I began to wonder around the place, keeping to myself as I didn't want to get myself into any trouble. As I walked around the place, I was careful to remember every single detail of the place, making a mental map of the place. After a while of walking around the place, I got bored and decided that I should do something productive. Not wanting to speak to a demon, I asked the next human that I passed where the library of the place was. I was thankful that she pointed me in the right direction, and it took me a little while, but I found the place after getting lost twice. I didn't feel like retiring for the time being yet, and I wanted to busy myself a bit to keep my boiling anger down. Books were always a nice way to calm myself. I had to admit, this library had some books I never heard of or seen. Though, after pulling one of them out and flipping through it, I could see why such a book would not be in heaven. After walking through various shelves, I pulled out a spell book that looked familiar to me. There were some spells in the book that I had learned, but upon deeper digging, I could see that the book held more spells, ones that would have been considered forbidden up in heaven. I was tempted to put the book back after seeing such spells, but my curiosity got the best of me. Sure, I felt guilty for reading the spells, but I mean, I wasn't in heaven, and it wasn't as if I was practicing the spells, just merely reading them. I didn't know how long I was in the library for, but I got halfway through the book before deciding to just take it to my room for the time being. As the guard led me to my room, I asked him to show me where Danforth's room was so that I knew where to go in the morning. I still wasn't happy about being his little lapdog, but I had to bite my tongue for now. I still wanted to just bite his dick off though. Maybe one day in the future. Jormungandr Folded his mighty wings, as he settled his massive body upon the tainted mountain of Notion. Then he roared with pride, announcing our presence to all the local inhabitants, as I let myself fall of his back. The human girl still firmly placed above my own shoulders. It struck me again, how The fortress of LITEN was much more extravagant than my own. As the six feet wide pavement leading up to its entrance, was adorned by statue after statue of mighty demonic figures. Promising imminent death to all his foes and adversaries. As I crossed the courtyard, I saw servants and slaves scrambling away. Desperate, to not be in the path of the mighty dread lord, that had deemed to grace them with his presence. The almost indestructible gates of the mountain burrowed fort, was wide open. Revealing the enormous confidence of its lord and ruler. The inside of his abode was well lit and spacious, and the tall walls were covered in red marble looking tiles. While the floor was made of another material entirely, still tiles, but with a dark blueish color to them, and cut into much larger pieces. And at every other feet, came roof tall magnificently worked pillars. I snorted, not at all impressed by iTunes compulsive need for useless beauty. As we reached the inner parts of his home, the materials and shape of the walls changed. And I heard the slave tucked above my shoulders, let out a long terrified sound. Soulstone, it was called, and rightly so I knew. Every inch of the wall, was covered in alluring shapes and forms of countless feminine bodies, bending and curving over each other. Each of them a different demonstration, of the perfect female form. A three-dimensional painting, as everybody protruded slightly out of the walls.“Look at them slave, aren't they gorgeous?” I asked her. She whimpered, some instinctual part of her knowing precisely what she was looking at. I laughed in demonic glee. “I'll let you in on a little secret girl, The process of making them doesn't actually kill them. They are blind, deaf and immovable, but they are still thinking. They are still alive.” She started sobbing, her mind taking her precisely where I knew it would.“There are two different varieties of soul stone, you see that lovely purplish hue? You only get that when you make it from people who are still alive. If you were to use the souls residing in the afterlife instead, it would take on a black, dull colorization. Needless to say, the purple variety is much more expensive, as getting a single living body to hell is an enormous expenditure.” I walked on, enjoying her torment, using a simple mind control spell to keep her eyes open. The walls themselves surrounding her with reminders of what was coming.“There is one other, crucial differentiation between them as well. While turning a soul into stone is an excellent way to discipline disappointing slaves. Doing so to a living body is a much more permanent process, I'm afraid.” I told her, as the alluring walls disappeared behind us. The room we'd entered was massive, so tall and wide, that seeing its confines, demanded supernatural senses. In the middle, was another beautiful ornament. A White dais, centered by a large throne, adjourned in roses made of stone. White and roses, two things you rarely saw in hell.“There's no need to completely abandon hope though! For there's being conducted a fair amount of research into reversing the process.” Said a pure, angelic voice, originating from the direction of the throne.“Of course, said research is mostly intended to bring back a couple of famous alluring historical figures. Most of which, the demoniacal society as a whole agrees upon, had an all to rash end to what could have otherwise been, a beautiful eternity of devote servitude. The most famous example you ponder? That would of course have to be the Egyptian queen Cleopatra. Who wouldn't want her as a loyal plaything? For Bra kith'or to turn her into stone, was outright criminal!” It wasn't that hard to guess who the real murderer of Bra kit'or was. Although no one was foolish enough to speculate it out loud. After all, There were enemies you did not make. I was quickly reminded why I hated seeing LITEN. The man could rarely open his mouth without drowning you in his babble. Still, I felt my slave heat up in his presence. An effect he had on most females, despite owning no genetic heritage from the succubi, like myself. I doubted it was his abilities with words either, although I had been told on numerous occasions, how the fairer sex loved themselves a smooth talker. If I were to make a guess, I would say it was his porcelain like skin, tall height, piercing blue eyes and perfect symmetrical facial features. All crowned by his unnatural long, thick and slightly curled, blond hair. All in all, LITEN looked very human. But there was something about him. Something that told everyone who'd ever been in the same room as him, that he most certainly was not. He rose from his throne, and met us at the edge of his dais.“I'm afraid such techniques would rarely be wasted on something as unimportant and historically plain as you. So some...nerves...might be appropriate.” He told my slave, as he stroked her chin with his long, thin finger.“Greeting Danforth! I heard of your...successful, conquest. Am I to kindly pretend congratulations are in order?” he asked, with a knowing smirk.“You are.” I told him. “And greetings to you as well, LITEN, thank you for allowing us into your lovely home.” He put his hand on my shoulder and guided us down from the dais, leading us towards a long wooden table, placed to the left of it. His walk so graceful, that he almost seemed to be floating. When we'd seated ourselves, we were immediately catered to by two lithe, gorgeous creatures. And I instantly recognized them for what they were. The supposedly extinct species, Elves. We than drank a cup of a most exquisite beverage, and I even let the slave kneeling at my side have a sip. All of this I did with uttermost regards to demonic etiquette, as I knew the sort of being LITEN was. The only creature in hell, who relished order. When we finished, he slowly reached for the silk fabric on his table and used it to wipe his mouth. After a fucking drink? The pompous little twat.“So Danforth, now that we have undergone proper etiquette, let me inquire to the purpose of your visitation. I assume that it's connected to your recent angelic acquisition? Let me guess, your angel has been misbehaving. And as an excellent form of discipline, you've decided to have me turn her human chambermaid into a beautiful work of art? And then use her to decorate her living chambers! Forcing the Light bringer to stew in the consequences of her actions. Making her contemplate the suffering of her only friend, every single day! A marvelous plan! If I do say so myself. ”I carefully gathered myself, revealing my dislike of the man, would not do.“I am here in order to inquire about purchasing your services as gatekeeper.” I told him, and saw his face convulse into a look of utter confusion. Long seconds passed, as his predator like eyes meticulously studied me. He clearly did not like how he didn't understand. But ever the stickler for proper protocols, it was way beneath him to demand I elaborate.“You understand, that such services are never cheap?” he asked. While casting looks of interest at my slave, clearly thinking there was more to her than I'd previously let on.“Of course, I am well aware of how valuable your time is, noble LITEN. Would you be kind enough to grace me with an estimated value of your services?” I asked, while offering him a respectful nod. He placed a long delicate finger at his chin, thinking it through, as he looked to take any and all advantage he could.“Jormungandr!” He suddenly screamed out, his face convulsed by an unnaturally wide disgusting smile, making him look like he was about to devour us.“I'm sorry noble LITEN, but you're being too unreasonable. Is there nothing else you would wish from me?” I prompted, being well aware of his current political goals. It took him surprisingly long to get what I was hinting at. Although LITEN was among the most intelligent creatures of hell, his mind worked so differently, that it often proved itself a doubled edged sword. I realized he would need a little push.“A little bat once told me, that a most powerful demon has put his marvelous gaze towards ruling the fifth circle. And If these wonderful rumors have any weight to them, a backing from a fellow circle ruler, would prove a great asset when making your actual claim. Wouldn't you agree?” I prompted him. I could see him processing it, determining the actual merits of my claim, now that his mind had been directed to notice it. He spent an unnatural long time considering my offer, until he finally spoke up.“Not enough!” he simply stated. And I knew that It wasn't that my favor, weren't equal to his, but rather that he felt, he didn't come enough ahead in our bartering. Always the problem when dealing with demons. They didn't settle for fair.“Then perhaps there is something else we could throw into the pile, to sort of sweeten the deal? Something not to excessive?” I politely asked. And again I could see his gears, starting to turn. We spent the next five minutes in contemplation, as I didn't want to interrupt him again, fearful of coming of as disrespectful. Sometimes, he would break the silence, letting weird unheard of noises escaping his lips, before quickly catching himself. Poker-face was not a concept he was familiar with, or maybe he just didn't need to bother with it? For when he finally realized what he wanted, you could see it on his face.“The Archangel?” he started “Do you think you'll successfully manage to break her?” My brows furrowed, not sure if I liked where this was going.“Yes” I told him, trying to sound dismissive. But it apparently went straight by him.“I've never been with an archangel before, perhaps that would be an interesting experience?” He loudly pondered. It didn't surprise me that she interested him. Beside Lucifer himself, he was the creature with most in common with her. What worried me, beside not wanting to share my pet, was his notoriously known urges.“There would have to be agreed upon limitations.” I reluctantly started, and he actually nodded, seeming very eager for this new experience of his.“You can have her for one night, after she completes her training. When you return her to me the following morning, she is to be completely uninjured, and unharmed, body and soul both! Do we have an agreement?” The words had barely left my mouth, before a magical induced contract appeared in the air before me. And I had my best spells scrutinize the entirety of it. When I was completely confident he hadn't duped me, I signed it.“I assume that is this is the product you want moved to the surface?” He said, indicating my slave girl. I nodded at him. “She lives until she reaches the surface, then you can do as you like with her. But she does not go back to hell, in any shape or form!” I told him. And the terrifying grin returned to his face. “We are going to have so much fun!” He told her, and I knew then, that the coming hours would be the worst in her eternal existence. Ten minutes later, Jormungandr again took to the sky, servants and slaves being sprawled across the ground, as the wind caused by his massive wings, floored them. I sat on his back, ending the night in costly debt, and one slave poorer. I sighed in contemplation. Pleasing your angel was costly business indeed. After a while of being in my room, I got bored and decided to go back out and go to the library once more, taking some more books before going back to my room. I felt kind of stupid for reading some of the books that I had chosen, they were practically sex 101 for dummies really. As much I didn't want to know more about such sinful deeds, given what happened earlier tonight, I doubt that was going to be the last of it. I was going to be ruined one way or another, might as well not fight it so much to make it easier. My brethren would understand surely when I come back to them, that I had to do what was necessary to survive. Though, the thought of telling them that I lowered myself to a demon's slave and plaything was disgusting. But I had to do what had to be done. Even if it meant playing along with his sick fantasies. Well, at least he seemed to be rational, as much as I didn't want to praise any part of him, he did keep his end of the bargain. I had honestly expected him to kill the girl or not go on his word, which would have been typical for a demon. I had to give him that much. He was certainly an odd demon, odd in a good way. Well, if he was reasonable then maybe I could use that to my advantage. With a sigh, I left my room for his with a few books in hand. I was going to have to play dirty with him if I were to get anywhere. The thought of it although was gut-wrenching and went against everything I stood for, but it had to be done. The mere thought of seducing a demon almost made me laugh out loud. An archangel seducing a demon like him, praising him and worshiping him. The whole thing sounded absurd to no end, and anyone would laugh at that idea. Well, at least I only had to get him to give me my back her powers, break the bead or remove it, and that was going to take some finessing on my side. Now, I may not have an of my magical abilities, but I knew what I had in general would be enough as long as I worked it right. Although, I have no idea what effects I would have on a demon, especially one of his caliber. Then again, I had little idea about the extent of my physical abilities and attributes because I never tested them before. Us angels are forbidden to have direct contact to other beings for a reason, well every other angel, the only angels allowed to have contact with humans or other beings were guardian angels as they didn't have the same effects as others. All they ever told us that we were addicting, everything about us was addicting to humans if they got a touch, something about a slice of heaven and whatnot. It was even stricter with us archangels since we were the highest up the chain, so our effects were more dire. One brush of our fingertips, and we could have a human obey us like an obedient dog, a completely loyal slave. At least that's what was recorded in the history books about the last time an archangel decided to disobey the forbidden rules, which was only once. Of course, that was just an archangel experimenting on a human before they were punished from heaven. There was absolutely no record of any angel and demon interactions. At this point I was pretty sure there were some throughout the course of history, but it was just never recorded or written down for reasons. I doubt I would have the same effects on Danforth as he wasn't a human, but I was pretty sure it would have some effect on him. Although, I'll admit, the thought of kissing him wasn't a pleasant one, but if there was a chance to get him around my finger, even just a bit, I was willing to take it right now. An archangel's kiss would send a human into a death by overdose because the human mind and body couldn't handle the immense pleasure and surge of emotions and hormones that would be released with such a kiss. I doubt I'd kill Danforth with a kiss, but if it could get him to sway to my whims, even just a little, then I was more than willing to make out with the fiend. As disgusting as the thought of that was, I had to remind myself that I needed to use all that I had at the moment. I couldn't escape from here, even if I was at my full power, this was hell. Sure, I could handle a hoard of demons, but not a whole he'll full of them, that was suicide. Plus, down here, I was at a disadvantage, my full powers wouldn't be as strong because this was hell. My powers are already naturally dimmed by being in this place. Earth already hindered me a bit, but hell was just another level. Honestly, right now, I was almost like a fish out of water being down here. Oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Sighing, I stood by the window in his room, looking out into hell. I could see the suffering souls from up here, and for the most part I felt nothing towards them because they were here for a reason. You don't end up in hell because you're a saint. The only ones I felt bad for were the humans who were here against their will, like that poor girl from before. I started to wonder just how many unwilling humans and souls were down here, ones that had no place here in hell. Well, I tried not to ponder on that too much, not like I could do anything about them to help them. I was pretty sure that I was lucky enough to have saved that poor girl from before, and I did not want to push things too much right now. Taking in a deep breath, I collected myself and centered myself as I sensed his presence grow closer. I just hoped that I could keep my pride down enough to get through my plans. I would remain there in his room, waiting for him by the window. Furthermore, I made my way into my massive bedchamber, completely exhausted. In here, the stone floors where covered in smooth worked wooden boards, while the walls actually had a couple of paintings on them. At one side of the room, stood a large, not terrible looking fireplace. And the one, large window was actually dressed in decent looking curtains. This was the only place in my palace, also designed with a certain degree of comfort in mind. And though the colors and lighting where still mostly dark, it was done in a slightly different manner, making it seem almost cozy. The long eventful day had me utterly ready for bed, and the comfort of oblivion, as demons didn't dream. That was a privilege afforded only to non-corrupted souls. As the creator of the universe unsurprisingly enough, wanted his failures to stew in their restlessness. I made my way to the huge king-sized bed, custom-made to be large enough to take both of my forms, and let myself plunge into it. Only then, in the calming comfort of not moving anything, did I finally notice her. I was about to berate her for daring to step into my chambers without permission, when I realized that it was already morning, and she was only doing what I'd demanded of her. I slowly turned around, trying to look a bit more intimidating and demonic than my exhaustion had me feel like. Giving her long hard judgmental looks, while pretending I'd been aware of her presence all along. I saw a couple of books stacked behind her, on the frame of the window, and smirked as I recognized their particular scientific fields.“What a dutiful angel slut!” I teased her. “No more than twelve hours since we last met and already your trying to become a better whore for me? I had to admit, I figured you'd have spent the night resting. But I guess one shouldn't underestimate the dedication of a woman in heat!” I loved how she reacted. So easy to tease, like beings of virtue often were.“Well, what are you waiting for? Come and show me what you've learned.” She was in my bed quickly enough, obviously shy, but doing her best to appear in control and unaffected by the slutty, whorish deeds, she was now willingly committing. Gone was my cocky demeanor, completely caught of guard by what was happening. As the things she did to me felt intoxicating, and I quickly lost myself in an arousing, daze of calmness. Feeling, and experiencing things I'd never thought possible. Was this true rest? Was this what it felt like to have a moment of respite in an otherwise merciless world? I couldn't last more than a couple of minutes, before she drained me to completion. I was trembling in my bed, a panting mess, soaked in our sweat, and struggling to keep my eyes open for even a second longer. Her excellent job, having primed me for blissful rest. What the fuck had she been reading? She moved, preparing to leave me to myself, and it took all the discipline I could muster, to keep myself from dragging her back down in bed. To fall away in sweet slumber, with her neatly tucked away in my arms. Where she belonged. Before she managed to leave the room I called out to her. “That wasn't terrible.” A gross understatement of biblical proportions.“Get some rest now, tonight I'm taking you with me for a little errand. You will need your strength.” I sensed her curiosity. But the words had barely left me before alluring sleep came and abducted me. And for the first time in my life. I had a dream. It was hard to not react to his words, they were rather demeaning and disgusting. I couldn't help but shrink back a bit at his words. It took quite a bit of my control to hold my tongue back at his disgusting words. When he beckoned me towards him to do my duty, I couldn't help but roll my eyes a bit. Damn horny demon. I did more than I wanted to as I pleased him. I put what I had read to the test, gauging his reactions with each little act that I tried. It irked me greatly that I was doing such things to a demon, kissing and sucking at his manhood, adoring it with loving licks. If anyone ever saw this then I'd be the laughingstock of all heaven. Well, at least he seemed pleased with everything, more than yesterday. Even if he tried to downplay it, I could see that he enjoyed it greatly. Well, seems like I would just have to keep this up, and might get him where I want him. If I could get him to that point with just my natural self, I started to wonder how far I could push him if I had my powers back to cast some spells. He seemed peaceful and ease when he slept, something I've never seen from a demon before. I was pretty sure that my presence had something to do with that. Maybe a good sleep will put him in a better mood for me to manipulate him later on. Of course, only problem is that I had to stay close to him for him to have such a pleasant slumber. The presence of an angel always had good effects on people, even in their sleep. I thought about staying with him for the night, but then it occurred to me that I could use it to my advantage. If he wanted more pleasant slumbers and dreams then he was going to have to keep me near, do what he can to keep me close to him. I had to get him hooked onto me, like a drug addict needing a fix, I had to get him to that point with me. I knew for a fact that he would not get this kind of effect with any other angel besides me or some other archangel. The high wouldn't be as good with any angel lower in rank than me, so he would have to keep me around. If he got rid of me then he'd be ridding himself of his perfect fix. I doubt he could pull off kidnapping another archangel, especially since they all stayed in heaven. He only got lucky with me because I wasn't busy with other responsibilities, so I was the one who was sent down. Also, I was still a fresh archangel, not nearly at the caliber of the others. Danforth got lucky when he snagged me because I was weakened and underestimated my foes. Well, at least now I knew better. The price to pay for my negligence was a grave one though, sinning with a demon. The fact that it was happening still irritated me greatly, but I was already in it. So, I have to go through with it, sadly. I was almost tempted to stay in his chambers just so that he could have a peaceful rest, but I wanted some degree of control over him. My options were limited right now, so I was going to use all and what I could. So, with that thought in mind, I slowly left his chambers, knowing fully well that his peace would fade the further I got away from him. It was a little mean now that I think about it, taking away his solace like that, but it had to be done. If he wanted the peace that I give then he was going to have to give a little to me. Besides, after what he made me do, he didn't deserve my peace. Maybe this would teach him a lesson about messing with me. When I got to my room, which was more plain and less comforting than his chambers oddly enough, I went straight to bed after stripping myself of my clothes and putting on one of the night gowns that was in the chest at the foot of my bed. I was definitely going to have to try and reason with him a bit in regard to my clothing. Though, that had to come later though. For now, I had to rest. At least the bed was nice and soft, not as soft as the clouds, but it was close. I had expected my slumber to be a peaceful one as I usually had pleasant dreams when I slept. Oddly that wasn't the case this time. It wasn't as if I had a nightmare, just an unpleasant dream in my opinion. I felt sinful and guilty for having such a dream, one where Danforth was pleasuring me in bed, and I was actually enjoying it all. I should be having such sinful dreams! Nor should I be waking up in want and need like I did. My body ached with, what I assumed, need. I could feel myself aching and throbbing down in my nether regions, something I had never felt before. Was this what it felt like to be in heat? To be aroused? Turned on? It was a frustrating feeling, and unpleasant to me. Doing my best to ignore the feeling, I got out of bed and went to my bathroom, taking a quick shower to clean myself before pulling on a what I consider, a ridiculous outfit. Though, I had to admit, the outfit flatter my body and made me look really alluring and nice. Before I left my room, I pulled on some thigh high black boots that didn't have a ridiculous heel. Spoiler: Outfit Once I was in Danforth's room, I went over to him and placed my unnaturally soft hands on his body, feeling him up and down to stir him awake. "It's time to wake up my fiend." I whispered softly in his ear before trailing kisses down his neck and body. "Danforth, wake up my fiend." It felt a little strange to refer to him as my fiend, but somewhat fitting. As I waited for him to wake, I took his length in my hand and lightly stroked it to life. Maybe a little encouragement will get him to fully wake up. I couldn't believe that I was even thinking about giving him another blowjob, but I kind of wanted another mouthful of him. Something about his seed was tantalizing and delicious. Giving into my moment of weakness, I leaned down and took him into my mouth, moaning softly as his length filled my hot mouth. I wasted no time in getting to work, brushing my soft tongue against his length as I bobbed my head up and down, being mindful to brush my tongue against his sensitive areas. As I suck and licked, my hand worked the part of his length that I couldn't fit into my mouth, and my other hand touched his body and balls.

A Light In Hell(Aplikocius and Crysie)|rating:3.0

Every Bad Man Has His Weakness (Latooni Subota & Darkcide)

How many of the "heroes" had Dwayne killed? Dozens, possibly even hundreds. Still it wasn't enough. The public? Believed them to be heroes, they idolized those monsters and got them into the lofty position that they currently enjoy. People with powers? Were springing up more and more often, and it made Dwayne sick to his stomach. It wasn't like the comics where people discovered they had these incredible abilities and wanted to use them to make the world a better place. No, in the real world? The one he lived in? They were people who were given abilities that they didn't deserve. All by one corporation and their experiments. These "heroes" were amoral and totally corrupted by their abilities. Living lives of excess and only playing at being heroes for profit. They would really rape, murder and torture without impunity. The orgies and drug parties? We're hedonistic blights that made the Ancient Romans look like nuns in comparison. His abilities? Were granted a bit differently. Dwayne was a product of a super soldier experiment. His application was to be military, and they were the ones who trained and created him from early on. The experiments succeeded too well, and he was easily able to escape and evade all attempts at capture. It wasn't enough to just be able to live though. For a time? Dwayne knew love. He had met the perfect woman and the two of them were happy. Until the supers came along, one in particular. Dwayne had awaked to find her dead, and torn apart from a superpowered infant that he brutally beat to death. After reading through her diary, he discovered that she had been raped. By one of the "heroes." She did not know of Dwayne's abilities but didn't tell him because she feared he'd die attempting to kill him. She was right about that at the very least. In the 3 years since, Dwayne took on a costumed identity of his own. Grendel. The outfit flirted the line between allowing him maximum mobility and flexibility along with being a technological wonder. The darkness of it matched what he usually felt, and he carried a number of weapons and gadgets around. Even then, Grendel didn't need them. He was a superhuman himself with heightened physical attributes, a healing factor, heightened senses and a brain that functioned like a super computer. All focused around making him the perfect tactical genius. Before the first punch in a fight was thrown, he'd factor thousands of possibilities and play out the scenario that he likes most. He was known to be an assassin who strictly hunted heroes, and in the three years since? He had managed to compile a very high body count. As powerful as some of these heroes got, they were puppets. They were made to sell toys and had little to no actual training. The super in particular that he wanted to kill? Was at the top of the food chain, powerful enough even to be a concern to Dwayne. Which is why all of his cohorts? Where practice. However, now he was in the middle of a large park. In his civilian identity, wearing a pair of black cargos, black dress shoes, a buttoned up shirt that fit snugly and sunglasses. To anyone else? He'd appear a fairly tall, well muscled, fairly attractive black man with several notable tattoos. He was tailing a mark, who was currently in the park, and he needed a place to do recon from that was out in the open. To that end he noticed a young woman sitting on a bench and strolled slowly in her direction, eventually asking upon reaching her"Hi, is this seat taken? If not, I hope it wouldn't be a problem if I sat? I'm waiting for someone." How many of the 'heroes' had Julie met now? A couple dozen at least by now, though she found it hard to really consider any of them heroes. When she'd joined up with her very first superhero team, she'd expected a true sense of camaraderie and fighting threats to the whole planet in the name of justice. She expected noble souls like the retired Golden Knight, the deceased Paragon, or Lady Liberty. She had not expected to walk into her team leader doing lines of coke off a groupie's body. The more she fought alongside these people to stop minor crimes and issues, the more she realized that there was something fundamentally wrong with them. Every one of them seemed to be utter corporate shills, only interested in getting their next paycheck and blowing it on immoral (and illegal!) things! Sure, the pay and benefits were nice, but that wasn't the point! Being a Hero meant you were supposed to be a good person, doing good deeds, to help make the world a better place. Her comrades? They weren't good. After a bank robbery by a budding young supervillainess, she'd walked in on them after they'd had a night of forcing themselves on the disarmed girl before shipping her off to prison. She knew darn well that X-Ray Vision and hidden cameras were being made use of, after her comrades correctly 'guessed' the birthmark she had under her left breast. God knows she'd had more than her fair share of 'friendly' spankings and groupings, and far too many lewd comments aimed at her. She'd have left the team already, if it wasn't for the fact that most of them really were powerful in their own ways, and had actually stopped a few major crimes and attacks. Well, that and the government leaning on 'solo' superheroes, 'encouraging' them to join a corporately sponsored team. She was absolutely sure that the government was being bribed somehow, to try and pressure people into groups that had corporate control over them. A little bit fed up with everything, Julie had gone to a nearby park to just rest her mind and people watch. She was clad in a simple pair of hip-hugging jeans, mildly fashionable short boots, a cheap tank top with some random cartoon character emblazoned on the front, and a simple blue windbreaker over her shoulders. With her hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and a pair of stylish frameless glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, she almost looked like a pretty girl who had mostly given up on trying to wow people. At Dwayne's approach though, she seemed startled out of her reverie, turning a pair of rather pretty hazel eyes at the tall man. She almost immediately smiled at him, and slid to the side of the bench so he could sit down." Ah, no, it's open. Please, go ahead and sit down. Wouldn't want to force you to stand around while you wait, after all. My name's Julie, nice to meet you." Seems like Julie was a fairly nice and outgoing person. She hadn't hesitated at all when he asked to sit next to her, despite what might be seen as an intimidating and tough stranger approaching her out of the blue. Either she was a great actress, or a genuinely nice girl. Several old ladies in the city would attest to the latter, after being helped across the street! Dwayne nodded, and offered a small curt little smile before taking a seat next to the girl. His eyes moved towards his target who he was able to note in the distance due to his heightened senses. Watching as the guy was seemingly out and jogging, when in all actuality? The "hero" was really here for the same purpose that Dwayne was. The hunt. Except their intended victims were completely different. The man operated as a solo hero of some renown who went by the name frisk. Risk however was secretly a pedophile, and he was responsible for several disappearing children in the past but was never brought to justice. Now? He was at the park looking for his next intended victim." Julie, huh? The pleasure is all mine. My name is Dwayne. So what brings a girl like yourself to the park all by herself? Shouldn't you be here with your boyfriend?" His tone was fairly light despite having murder on his mind. One of the many skills he had learned over the years, was acting. When push came to shove, he was able to give off the impression of being an outgoing and well-adjusted young man. This Julie? She didn't have heightened senses. She wasn't able to read his mind. Furthermore, she couldn't smell or detect the blood that had stained his hands just the night prior when he beat two of the supers to death with his bare hands. Well, if Julie had noticed anything wrong about the man, she certainly wasn't showing it. She DID get a sort of. . Rough feeling from the large man as he began talking, but it wasn't a particularly worrying feeling to her. Everyone had their secrets and issues, and she wasn't one to dig too deep or be overly suspicious. For all she knew, he had a rough shift at work and was a bit on edge! Still, he was obviously nice enough to ask her about a boyfriend. . Which came off to her as step 1 in the flirting handbook for nice guys. It was definitely a better change of pace than normal, even if she was probably reading too deep into it. A bit of pink on her freckled cheeks, she laughed half-heartedly, before waving her hand in the negative." Me? With a boyfriend? No, no, I'm just taking a break from life and people-watching. In my line of work, I really haven't had a chance to meet anyone I'd like to go out with. As much as I'd like to admit otherwise, I'm basically a glorified maid, part-time." It was a basic cover story that she'd thought up, since she actually had a good set of domestic skills thanks to parents that insisted she know how to take care of herself once she moved out. Just a shame that the rest of her so-called team decided to treat her like a real maid under the guise of 'team building'. How did making the leader a sandwich, and cleaning the smell of sex and alcohol out of capes, count as team building?!" Oh. . I guess you didn't really ask me that much, did you? Haha. . Sorry about that. Sometimes I ramble a bit. As long as we're on the subject though, how about you? Err. . Not the reason why you're here, since you already said that. The job thing. . "Julie gave the man a sheepish smile. It was a little weird that she was feeling a bit flustered. Or maybe she was just unused to talking to normal people after dealing with the Super Idiots for a few months. Either that or she was craving a nice, friendly conversation. If only she knew who the man next to her REALLY was, maybe she'd be thinking a bit differently. Glancing over at her, Dwayne's head tilted to the side before questioning"Is that right? Well go figure. I have no idea what a part-time glorified maid is however." His eyes always travelling back to his intended target while he familiarized himself with the way that the man moved and carried himself. His brain working out millions of possibilities about how their confrontation could go at lightning speeds while he seemed perfectly calm and sociable even on the exterior." Ramble? You're quite alright, I haven't noticed. What do I do? ... As ugly as it sounds? I'm an exterminator." He was unable to suppress a smirk at the comment. The supers were rather like vermin, and he was doing that, it wasn't a lie at the very least." So what have you noticed about these people? I mean the ones that you're watching and all? I tend to do that as well, you'd be amazed what you can learn by looking at people sometimes." Julie blinked in surprise. She didn't expect that he was an exterminator. . Then again, she didn't know what she expected him to do as a day job. Still, she smiled." Nothing wrong with that job. You're protecting people from things they're afraid of, and can hurt them. Sounds like a good thing to do to me." Turning back to the people, she tilted her head to the side." Hmm. . What I've noticed. . . I guess it's just a lot of little things. Lovers being happy, teenagers being bored, animals running around. . It's life, you know?" She laughed a little to herself." Why, what do you see? What do these people teach you?" "Yeah? Well I suppose that is one way to look at it." He mused darkly, listening to her observations before gazing at her for a moment. Turning his head a little bit to face her. She was something different in a world full of shit. He could tell that already. This girl had goodness in her very being and it was endearing. His lips curled up into a smile, and he looked around for a moment"I see people living in a lie I guess you could say. They pretend, and they act... To mask their pain, you know? Granted I've always been something of a cynical bastard."" Still Julie, a woman like you unencumbered? That is pretty out of the ordinary. I mean I don't want to sound fresh or anything, but well you're kind of on the gorgeous side." Shrugging as he stretched his arms out around the back of the bench and glanced back towards his targets' direction. Yet he was growing more and more distracted by this girl he just met. He silently wondered if there was anything to it. The young woman winced a bit." I know. . I know people are like that, but I try not to dwell on it too much. I'd rather think on the brighter side of things. Glass half-full and all that, you know?" She definitely tried her best to be an optimist. Dwayne's sudden and direct compliment got a direct hit on her though, and threw her off-balance. Nobody could blush like an Irish lass!"The. . That's. . Uh, thank you for the compliment, Dwayne. I just don't have anybody that I could see myself dating. Maybe I'm a little picky, but I don't think it should be that hard to find intelligent and moral people, right? In that regard I just don't seem to have any luck." Maybe she'd have better luck as a lesbian! Then again. . If there were more people like Dwayne around, maybe there was hope for mankind yet. Wait, why was she already thinking about Dwayne like he was her type, when she only just met him?! "An idealist, there's nothing wrong with that." He commented lightly, watching Risk who seemed to be eyeing some little girl with keen interest. He wasn't able to afford the luxury of idealism, not after everything he'd seen and done. Especially not with what he had planned, just watching that sick bastard? Made his blood boil, and he intended to take his time with him. However, he looked back to Julie and half forced a smile." No problem, and there isn't anything wrong with being picky... Intelligent AND moral? That is a bit harder to find in today's age, but I don't think a woman like you will have problems forever in that regard. You'd be surprised." Offering her a small wink before he noted that Risk finally seemed to be leaving the park. Julie tucked some of her fire-red hair back behind her ear, nodding sheepishly at Dwayne." Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Maybe one day I'll find an interesting and nice guy like you, who isn't already taken. I'm sure your girlfriend appreciates someone as kind as you." This time it was Julie's turn to assume that the other person was taken. Really, how could he NOT be taken? Tall, dark, and handsome for one thing. Strong, and kind? Yeah, this guy ranked pretty high on the Perfect Man scale, in her opinion. It'd be just her luck that he was taken. . Though that little wink gave her a bit of hope. "Interesting? Sure, nice? I've never really been called that... But girlfriend? I don't date." He remarked with a slightly raised eyebrow, amused at her choice of words before shaking his head." My work tends to keep me from getting to date, I'm...committed to what I do." His eyes tracking Risk until he was completely out of his line of vision which in comparison to a normal human? Was quite vast. Still the trip to the park served its purpose. He had the guys' scent, and he committed it to memory. Now? He'd be able to isolate it and use it to track him down if need be. Still, this Julie expressing interest? It didn't go unnoticed, and it left him evaluating his complete and utter lack of a love life somewhat disappointed. "Oh? . . . Oh." Julie looked like someone had just offered her a cupcake, then took it back, at that little revelation. Her luck with men (or lack of it) just didn't seem to want to change. Still, at least it wasn't a direct shoot-down, right? She could understand working interfering with real life. After all, her job pretty much dominated her life at this point. With a little dejected sigh, Julie looked a bit nervous, before standing up from the bench rather suddenly." It's getting a little late now, so I figure I should take the chance to go get some food while I can, before I get annoying phone calls." She was hesitant to just run off though, and certainly looked that way. His eyes weighed on her when she stood up, sniffing the air and breathing in her emotions as well as hearing the little flutters of her heart beat. People did not hold any secrets from him, and Dwayne remarked"Not to say I'm opposed to the idea or anything, it just isn't something I do... But you're going so soon? On such a beautiful day?" Keeping his tone light and casual, as he offered a gentle smile. He wondered if he was really that out of tune with women, it had admittedly been awhile since he had dated or anything like that. One-night stands had been the order of the day, with women who were less than wholesome. They didn't ask questions, and they didn't want attachments not to mention his healing factor rendered him immune to anything he didn't want to catch. The young woman's emotions were worn right on her sleeve, even without super senses. She was quite clearly attracted to the guy, and weighing the pros and cons of things in her head. Maybe she should try being flirty, if he's not completely opposed to dating girls? She didn't want to come off as smutty though. Maybe she should sit back down and chat some more? But she already said she was going to go eat! Shaking her head, she seemed to make up her mind, and grinned sheepishly." Well. . If your friend isn't gonna show up any time soon. . Maybe you'd like to grab a bite to eat and keep chatting? Or. . Or grab something later? That super villain Mad Max from a few months ago, that wrecked some buildings a few blocks over? One of them got remodeled into a gorgeous rooftop café with the insurance money, with a great view of the city and the park. . If that's the sort of thing you like." Holy crap, she was totally asking him out! It'd be sad if he shot her down, but you don't get chances like this too often, right? Dwayne remembered Mad Max, he met him a couple of months ago in private and broke both of his arms as a friendly reminder. The only reason the guy was still alive was because the super villains? Played their parts. They kept the heroes busy and active which allowed him to operate more freely." Yeah... I recall hearing about that. Um sure, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." He nodded as he got to his feet, looking down at her with a soft smile. A moment passed before he leaned in and placed his hand on the back of her neck, giving her a quick peck to her lips despite having just met her. He pulled back and assured her"You don't have to be nervous or shy with me, I'd love to go on a date. You're a total hottie. Well, I'm ready when you re." Gesturing in the direction of the block she had mentioned earlier. Her smile got a little wider as Dwayne accepted, and stood up. She hadn't expected him to accept so quickly! It was really lo-"Ah. .!" Julie let out a gasp as the older man's hand moved to the back of her neck, and he leaned in to kiss her quickly. He'd be able to feel the goosebumps, and see the cherry-red blush on her cheeks from that little move! Really, she felt like she was a schoolgirl, blushing at every little thing involving this man! Inwardly, she hoped she wasn't looking immature to him!" I uh. . Thanks. . I mean. . A hottie, really? Uh. . Yeah, let's go!" The secret super heroine was a little giddy at this point! She met a handsome, nice guy who was interested in her for once. She'd even get to have a nice meal date, as long as some jerk in a mask didn't decide to break into a bank or something and get her paged by her team. Still, she'd hope for the best, and lead him towards the exit of the park. Smiling as she blushed, he nodded and reassured her"Yes, a hottie." Before walking by her side out of the park. The girl was too cute for words, although that made him wonder a little bit. The most he wanted was maybe someone to sex up sometimes but would that be possible with a girl like this? Somehow she didn't remind him of the type who responded well to casual flings. She seemed too good also to introduce to his world, the real world as it was. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he figured that misery loved company, and he owed it to himself to see what could come of this. Twice! He called her a hottie not once, but twice! This was definitely an improvement to being called things like 'sweet cheeks' or other less desirable nicknames by her teammates and super villains alike. Was it her fault that her suit's costume was so form-fitting? Certainly not! The now considerably happier-looking young woman lead Dwayne down the block to a very new-looking building on the street corner, marked with several signs for various businesses inside it. Taking the elevator inside up to the top floor, they found themselves at Café Line, a rooftop eatery that seemed fairly designed for romantic rendezvous. High rose bushes and planted hedges gave them fairly private booths, with a retracting roof tarp for rainy nights, and a glorious view of the city. The menu seemed to mainly have French and Italian treats on it, of which Julie ordered a coffee and a simple fettuccine Alfredo." Heh. . I like white sauces. I think they have the best overall flavor, most of the time. Or. . Maybe I just like creamy sauces? What about you? Do you like French or Italian cuisine?" His eyes wandered towards Julie sometimes, but Dwayne was mostly quiet on the way to the café. Taking in the view on the way there, and constantly remaining on alert as he usually did. Once they reached the place, he suppressed a smirk as he got a good look at it. It looked like it was straight out of one of those romantic novels that he knew a lot of women liked to read. All the same, it only helped to boost that certain charm that Julie possessed." Sure. As much as any other." He remarked with a soft grin, which was true. Dwayne didn't have the luxury of being choosy when it came to meals growing up. His diet was carefully monitored and optimized towards maximum efficiency over taste. He looked over the menu, and pointed to the Chicken Parmesan and ordered a bottle of white wine. Another interesting tidbit about Dwayne was that his healing factor made it virtually impossible to get drunk." So Julie, what did you want to do for a living when you were growing up? If you don't mind my asking." Julie was peeking at Dwayne too, about as much as he kept an eye on her. He was, after all, more than a little handsome and pretty obviously her type. She just couldn't believe how utterly bold she was at asking out this man, since her experience in the dating world was usually her being asked out. She was glad that she'd chosen this restaurant, since it apparently fit his tastes food-wise, but his follow-up question caught her off-guard." What did I want to be when I grew up. . . ?" Julie's eyes went wide at that question, as she blushed clear up to her ears. Was it going to be something naughty, if she was blushing this much?! Staring down at her coffee, she mumbled." Promise me you won't laugh okay? . . . I wanted to grow up to be. . Paragon." Paragon? That was a surprisingly old reference. Paragon was one of the first superheroes of the modern age, a WW2-era soldier who claimed to have been given mystic powers by the earth itself, in order to protect the innocent from the evil. For two decades he fought against some of the world's super villains and was the absolute ideal of a superhero, never succumbing to base desires or being cruel, until he died of a medical complication from his childhood. Sadly, his super-powerful skin prevented any doctors from operating on him, and possibly saving his life." When I grew up and read the comic books about him, and watched the old film reals, I thought it would be amazing to help people and be a hero just like him. He wasn't like superheroes these days. . . He was a real man of justice. The world is just too complicated nowadays for good people like that, I guess. That and superpowers don't exactly fall from the sky, yeah?" Even she couldn't really fight against the corporations and government, right? She thought about it some more, and then smiled meekly." I guess these days. . I'd kind-of like to try and be a teacher, like. . For little kids. Preschool or something. I've got to get through college for that though, huh?" Dwayne's' eye twitched slightly at the mention of being Paragon, and it took every ounce of willpower to not stab the girl right then and there. Just hearing people idolize those "heroes" whether real or fictional? It made him sick to his stomach. However, he managed to calm that side of his psyche down and exhaled shortly. Forcing a smile at her, as he reminded himself that people did not know what the heroes were really like. It was why he was by all accounts, considered a villain." Well isn't that something? But no, I suppose they don't just fall from the sky or else everyone would be superheroes and super villains." His eyes fixed on hers for a moment before he nodded,"Teachers are unsung heroes. They do a lot of good in the world and get little to no recognition or pay for their efforts. Go figure, makes you kinda wonder why these corporations aren't backing them, but they back the so-called heroes." "Yeah. . I guess I was lucky, since I had a few perfect teachers when I was younger. They helped me school interesting, and keep me from slacking off. Well, I was never one to slack off anyway, I guess! I've to have a good work ethic after all, right?" The girl smiled. She'd noticed a little change in the man's demeanor during the story. . Almost like the surrounding air got a little harder. She wasn't sure why, but since he shifted back into a more relaxed stance she just continued on. Julie was clearly a fairly bright girl, if not a bit naive and idealistic." Yeah. . The last time a bill came to give more money to schools instead of to heroes, the Department of Defense got all uppity and squashed it fast. Saving lives is important, but I just feel like teaching people to not take lives in the first place would be such a better idea, right?" "I suppose." Dwayne remarked with a soft shrug before being distracted by his thoughts as Julies' phone went off. Resting his arms on the table with a small smirk, he questioned her if"Duty calls?" If she were to check the text message? It is a short and simple Bring your ass, to HQ. Now. That was how the teams' leader tended to talk to her. The guy was a real scumbag, and although she didn't know it? He was despised by both of the parties at the table, since Dwayne only knew him as the super who was responsible for doing what he did in the past. To Dwayne's' credit however, he waited patiently and allowed her to check her phone. Looking over his shoulder around the establishment and doing his best to seem normal and mundane. The text was a welcome relief, since just the mention of supers was enough to get his blood boiling. There was a thud on the table, as Julie lightly bumped her head down next to her coffee, and groaned. Of course, she gets herself a wonderful date, and she gets called away by the King Bastard before the food had even arrived! Glancing back up at Dwayne she smiled apologetically, before speaking up again." Umm. . Looks like my time off has been cut a little short. I really would love to stay with you longer, but I can't really afford to lose my job." She paused, before hesitantly speaking up again." I uh. . Don't suppose you'd like to try again some time? Maybe. . I could get your number?" As long as she was being brave today, might as well go all-out and ask for his digits! Hey, this was kind-of backwards. . . Watching her dramatic reaction, Dwayne merely perked up an eyebrow, but he said nothing." Quite alright, work and all that jazz is kind of important. I need to be getting back on the job as well... You know exterminating pests and the like." During her pause, he watched her carefully pretty much already knowing what she was going to ask but waiting for her to say it."... Sure I'd be game. My number is 757-1823. Just call me whenever, although you'll have a better time reaching me in the day. I work nights." Well, she clearly had a superpower. The Thousand-Watt Smile! Julie practically beamed at his agreement to go out with her again, and she quickly exchanged numbers with Dwayne." A. . Alright then! I'll call you later, and we can try again. Umm, have a nice night Dwayne, and I'll see you around?" With that Julie rushed herself out of the building (Leaving money behind for the drinks and informing the waiter that she couldn't stay for her meal). While she was certainly happy now, she was still annoyed at being pulled away from her first real date since the first year of high school by the big jerk himself. It wasn't too difficult to move over to one of the buildings that were still being rebuilt, and find a quiet place to begin stripping off her clothes. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was her ring's penchant for burning away her clothes to put her in that energy costume, so she had to take special care now to avoid that. After she was standing totally bare, shivering a bit from how cool it was getting, she slid her ring onto her finger. . . And her world became light. Green light wrapped around every inch of her body, causing her to shudder as it solidified into a skintight silver and green suit that hugged every curve intimately tight. Her skin was wreathed in a thin layer of green, along with her hair which was now going wavy from the energy that changed its color. Julie was now gone, replaced by the young super heroine Day star! . . . The girl sighed, wrapping up her clothes in a little bubble of green light and flying her way out of the abandoned building and towards HQ. She hated how overly sexy her ring made her suit. . . She didn't need every superhero and super villain staring at how it melded against her ass, and making her feel awkward! She could only imagine what inane thing her team's leader was going to make her do now, probably involving him staring awkwardly at her, or copping a feel. Ugh. "Count on it, Julie. You will definitely be seeing me around." Flashing her a sale back before he finished his meal and paid off everything else. Once he left the place, Dwayne headed into the alley and glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. He hopped onto his bike, and headed to the closest one of his safe houses. He'd set up several of them in addition to the base he had set up at his home. If Dwayne was practiced at anything? It was contingencies, and if he were to ever have need? He had roughly 8 or so safe houses set up around the city. All of them had spare outfits, weapons, food, water, equipment, computers and anything else he could possibly need. Pulling into the warehouse, he navigated several twists and turns before opening a trap door and slipping into it. Dwayne eventually reached a keypad and placed his palm on it. Smiling as it opened, before walking into the safe house. Opening up a cupboard, Dwayne quickly changed into one of his costumes and finished it by pulling on the mask. Once everything came online, he hopped back on his bike and followed the scent that he had gotten wind of earlier. Upon reaching Risk's penthouse apartment, Dwayne parked his bike and grappled up to the top of the building. He was able to pinpoint the scent to a specific apartment, and he dropped onto the balcony. His ears piqued up before he heard the man's heartbeat. Listening quietly, yet his mind wandered to Julie. As well as what she was doing currently at her job. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, that sort of train of thought was counterproductive to what he was hoping to accomplish. "No way! No how! There's no bloody way!"THIS was what the team had pulled her back for? This. . Nonsense! They wanted to 'recon' her 'character' for the corporation, and give her a sexier costume and a fake history where she was raped by a super villain!? That was just absolutely absurd and monstrous!" I've never been raped by a super villain before, and I'm not about to start claiming that I was! That's utterly disrespectful to anyone out there who has ever been molested before! And besides, how is that supposed to 'help my image' anyway? My image is fine! Wait, no, that doesn't even matter! It's not about image, it's about helping people!" Julies slammed a force-field covered fist down on the table." And a sexier costume? Who the heck cares bout sex appeal!? Besides, it wouldn't work anyway since I don't have control over what my ring makes me wear. You can bet if I did I wouldn't be wearing something this skintight, which is far too. . . Naughty, anyway!" It wasn't often that Julie lost her temper, but this bullshit meeting about giving her a new public persona hit all of her buttons. One of their publicity gurus blinked before looking at his counterpart, they weren't used to this sort of outburst from Julie. One of them spoke up and reminded her,"You are under contract, and as you know this team? Is an institution, that is dedicated to earning maximum profits for the corporation. As an active member, you're vital to that plan and..." He was immediately silenced by the man who served as leader of the team. An extremely powerful superhuman by the name of Patriot. The man could fly at the speed of sound, he could press buildings, fire concentrated energy blasts from his eyes and easily shrug off anti-tank weaponry. He was the most powerful superhuman on the planet and as amoral as they came. Looking directly at Julie, he put his hands together." Listen here you little prude, you can either play ball like a good girl... Or you can get on my bad side. We both know you do not want to get on my bad side." Next to Julie the other youngest member of the team was a shape-shifter who went by the codename of Dionysus. He was crude, and juvenile with the mind of a sexual predator. Out of all the members of the team, he was the one who enjoyed their off the books activities the most openly. Gesturing with his hand to his mouth, he made lewd slurping noises before Patriot eyeballed him angrily and said"You. Hallway. Now." The young man's face dropped before he looked back to the group and followed Patriot out of the room with his head facing downwards. The other publicity advisor for the group looked back to Julie and remarked"By claiming you were raped? It makes you more sympathetic to the public. Think about it, that is a major win. It gets you a whole new audience." The Patriot's response promptly put her on-edge. That man was downright dangerous, but she figured even he wouldn't go too far. At least, not yet. She'd managed to keep herself as far off of his 'bad side' as possible, while still maintaining her chastity. It hadn't been easy, that was for damn sure! Dionysus' silly shit was to be expected, but she was mildly surprised when Patriot sent him out. Slumping back in her chair, with some of her bluster drained out of her, she thought over her words carefully." But that's just it, I don't care about getting a whole new 'audience', profit or no profit. I joined because I had to, according to all those things the corps worked out with the government, and so I wouldn't have to balance a job with helping people. I don't need any fame. . "She raised a hand to rub at her temple, as she crossed her legs. There needs to be another way to get around this stuff, some way to get through to these guys, but she just wasn't good at this sort of thing!" Look, do you really think this'll make any difference? I mean. . If you suddenly made me a victim, won't you lose the uh. . Feminist support? For just as many creepy guys that want a victim in the public eye, there's as many women that want a strong woman helping save the world, right? And what makes you think anyone would even BELIEVE this silly twist anyway?" "You signed a contract, and in that regard? You must honor the obligations that it entailed, including working to maximize profits for the company. This base and all the equipment and vehicles you guys use? They're not cheap. And yes of course it will make a difference! We've run many tests, and it has shown that darker heroes and origins? Are what are in. Feminists will rally behind you when they see how you've persevered after such a traumatic incident. And they'll believe what we'll tell them to believe." The executives seemed assured in everything they were doing and saying, however a moment later a loud cry could be heard from the hallway that was quickly followed by sobbing before The Patriot's voice could be heard"Now don't you ever fuck with the money, go and clean yourself up than sit down and behave you stupid little shit." He entered the room after with his eyes still glowing red before taking his seat once more and looking directly at Julie,"Do what they say. That is all." He warned ominously before getting up and leaving the room. With a sigh, the young super heroine just put her head down on the table. Good god, it was like talking to a brick wall that snarked at you.". . . How much longer till my contract is up, anyway? I'd like to know just how long I have to deal with this stupidity. . . Darker origins. . . Like the world needs any of that." When the Patriot did. . SOMETHING outside the room, and came back in with burning red eyes, Julie wisely sat back up and paid STRICT attention. She had a good idea of what he did, and while the little jerk probably deserved some of it, he was probably lucky the leader hadn't just put a hole in his head. You really couldn't tell with someone like the Patriot. When he left, Julie let out a sigh of relief, before glancing back at the executives." Fine. Do whatever you want. You know my power ring won't let me change it's costume, and it tends to destroy any clothes I try to wear with it, so you might as well not bother with that part." Boy, that was an embarrassing camping trip, when she first tried on the ring! The two men looked at each other with absolutely huge grins on their faces before one cleared his throat,"Well you still have another 4 years until your contract is up. We are glad to hear you play ball, however. And believe us! This is for the absolute best, the research never lies." The rest of the group started to talk amongst themselves, while Dionysus a few moments later. He looked shell shocked to say the least, and as opposed to his usual loud and obnoxious demeanor? The young man seemed completely subdued, and he sat down without another word. One of the publicists received a text and quickly turned on a television which showed the sight of an apartment in the city. It was being reported that the highly respected and admired hero by the name of Risk had been found dead. The man had been pinned to the wall by a number of sharp implements and was essentially crucified, while also showing signs of a very severe beating. A few moments later, and Julie got a text to her phone. Would you like to hang out some night when you're free, and watch movies? Julie groaned, as the whole issue was settled for the time being. Four more years of this, if she didn't want to lose everything and be homeless due to penalty fees. Wasn't that just wonderful? Julie really did wish that she had read through the contract more carefully, but legalese was so damn sneaky. . Especially when it was a giant document that was probably written by a couple dozen experienced lawyers. When the lawyers turned on the TV to a very. . . Unpleasant news story, she promptly excused herself. Half to get away from the jerks, and half to get away from the story. She really didn't like things like that, which was one of the reasons why she'd become a hero in the first place. Being able to stop bad guys from hurting people was important! When her phone dinged her pulled it out and glanced at it, outside the meeting room, before her eyes widened in surprise. Dwayne had only met her earlier, and was already calling her back? Maybe she'd finally gotten some good luck to balance out the bad! She eagerly texted him back an affirmative, smiling brightly and thankful for the distraction. That would be great! My hours can be a little unstable sometimes, but I'll work something out! When he sent Julie the message, Dante had been standing on a rooftop across the street. Watching as the cops started to investigate the scene with a small smirk on his face. The fight had been a very violent one, though it was one-sided and incredibly short. Risk didn't know what happened to him and Dante wasted no time with style or flourish. Every hit was designed to break or fracture something, and he had put him through walls and furniture. Dante had bullied the man the entire fight as punishment and took him apart in a matter of moments. His victims wouldn't come back, but they'd at least be able to rest in peace. When he got a text back from her, his lips shifted into a small smile before he started to type back. Awesome. My schedule is pretty flexible, so when you're able? Just let me know. At the very least the young woman could prove to be a distraction, something to put his mind on other than just death and violence. There was something about her that he found genuinely magnetic and it warranted explanation.

Every Bad Man Has His Weakness (Latooni Subota & Darkcide)|rating:4.0

Neverending Dungeon - Plint (Zazori)

The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||S| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet I'll move towards the door. Searches it for traps. Search:(1d20+4)[16]If I find no traps I'll open the door. Spoiler Hide Is the current terrain rocky terrain? Need to know if I have +4 or +10 to hide. Also, please go easy on me, my AC is low, and I didn't find a way to receive healing at this level d: You find no traps. The terrain isn't listed as "rocky", which I would classify as unworked stone. This qualifies as smooth, worked stone. When you open the door, you see the following (Assuming you have not passed through the door):The passage heads south, extending 35 feet total, before ending in a T-intersection (heading east and west).5 feet south, there is a passage east.25 feet south, there is a passage east.EDIT:Spoiler Hide Don't expect me to be a softie, but I'm not terribly harsh. You'll have a fair shake, I assure you. I bring forth my 10' pole, and tap the floor 10' in front of me, hoping to trigger possible traps. Then I move 35' down to the T-intersection. Turning right as I get down there. As you leave the room:The first passage you reach that heads east goes for at least 60 feet (your dark vision ends before the passage does). At 10 feet, the passage splits north and south. At 30 feet, you spot a door on the north side of the passage. At 60 feet, the passage splits north and south. Just before you reach the second intersection, tapping the pole on the ground 10 feet south of you triggers a trap. A blast of acid shoots out, at you. Attack:Spoiler Hide Touch Attack: (1d20+10)[16] If hit: (1d3)[1] Acid damage If this is a critical threat: (1d20+10)[14] If this is a confirmed CRT: (1d3)[1] Do you wish you alter your actions from this point? Does the corridor continue or do I stand at a T-intersection now? You sprang the trap about halfway down the corridor. If you wish to continue down the hallway, I'll provide you with more information. I default to stopping descriptions whenever something unknown happens, such as a trap sprung or a hostile encountered. Okay (:I'll continue down the corridor. The second passage east travels for 10 feet, then turns north. The T-intersection travels west for 10 feet before turning south.It travels east for 40 feet before turning north. At 35 feet, there is a door on the north wall.*******Your original intent was a right turn, which would take you along the path I've bolded in my description. Is this still your intent? I intend to move along this corridor until I find myself in a dead end either blocked by a door or a wall. The corridor you're travelling does end. You left the door, travelled 20 feet south, then triggered the trap. From there, you travelled 15 feet further south. At this point, the passage goes no farther south. The passage goes east and west, as I described. Oh, well then I continue West. Passage travels west 10 feet, then turns south.It then heads south 10 feet, and turns east. When you reach that turn, and travels east beyond the range of your dark vision. Your pole triggers another acid trap 10 feet down the hallway. The acid comes straight at you, again. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+10)[29] If hit: (1d3)[3] If threat: (1d20+10)[21] If CRT: (1d3)[2] Almost dead already d:I continue down the corridor As you head east, you see at 65 feet, there's a door on the north side of the passage. After travelling 40 feet, you trip a 3rd acid trap. Spoiler Hide Touch attack:(1d20+10)[13] If hit: (1d3)[1] acid The door is 25 feet ahead of you, on the north wall. The passage continues beyond Line of Sight. Does the corridor end at the door? If not I will move past the door and continue down the corridor. If it ends I will use sleight of hand to open the door slightly and unnoticeable. Sleight of hand:(1d20+7)[16] No, the passage goes east, farther.20 feet past the door, your pole crumbles away a section of floor ahead of you, revealing a pit trap. The pole does not reveal anything dangerous across it. With a 20-foot running start, the DC to jump the pit is 5. Ahead, the passage turns north at 60 feet. I'll take 10, that adds up to a total 12 jump Edit: do you have a map that I can have or do I need to keep track of stuff myself? D: Easy enough. That will cover it without a running start.30 feet farther, you reveal another pit trap. The passage turns north, travels 20 feet, then turns west, traveling 30 feet. From there, it turns south for 10 feet. You reveal a pit trap and jump it. The passage turns west, just after the pit, travelling 30 feet, and turns north. Continuing? I will continue until I meet a dead end, either a door or plain dead end wall. If I come back to a place that I've already been told me, then I'll do something different. Halfway down the hall, another acid trap. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+10)[23] If hit: (1d3)[3] Beyond that, the hall turns north, goes north for 10 feet, and turns west. After 5 feet, the passage dead ends. Hm, 1 hp... guess I'll turn around and find the nearest door. Backtracking, you cross the 3 pit traps, and reach the last door you passed. I'll open it slowly and unnoticeable with sleight of hand. If I can, I'll take 20, adding up to 27 sleights of hand in total. If not Sleight of hand:(1d20+7)[18]Edit: I'm not opening it completely, only enough so that I can look inside and see what's in there. You can take 10, not 20. Partially opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B5, and another at B1. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20)[2] DM Only:Spoiler Hide Spot: (1d20+4)[7] The door is less than 1 foot open, and the orc does not seem to notice you yet. If he's in Los I will take forth my Heavy crossbow and shoot him. Attack:(1d20+4)[19]Damage: [roll]1d10+1d6[/roll]If CRT, confirm: (1d20+4)[18] If CRT, Damage: (1d10)[3] whoops d:(1d10)[6](1d6)[6] Openings less than 1 foot wide do not provide Love for ranged attacks. You'll need to open the door to attack. Provided the creature does not notice you before the door is opened (and you notice it), you'll get a surprise round. Well, then I'll open the door enough to shoot him. Sleight of hand:(1d20+7)[13] "Enough to shoot him" = "enough to be noticeable". I was trying to be lenient. However:Sleight of hand only works with small objects, not doors. Now, are you opening the door, or are you not opening the door? Guess I'll open the door, he Hit, Kill.150 XP. Loot: Suit of chain mail, Ripper, Sun dark goggles. Which door am I standing in? D: You're at the south door. I'll move to the other door and opens it. Outside the door, the passage runs east and west. East, it goes for 5 feet, and turns north. West, it goes for 15 feet, and turns south. I'll go west. Passage goes 20 feet south, and turns west again. In this passage, there is a door on the west wall, 10 feet south of you. I'll head down and opens the door slightly, slowly and unnoticeable d: "unnoticeable door opening" is now out. It's being replaced with "hide check" vs "spot check". He OK d:Hide:(1d20+11)[16] DM Only:Spoiler Hide Spot: (1d20+1)[15] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| 4||||B|H[/table] There is a door at A-2, another at E-4, south side and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Unit: (1d20+2)[17] Unit:(1d20+3)[5]I guess I have a surprise round. I'll shoot the human. Attack:(1d20+4)[16]Damage:(1d10)[10]Sneak attack:(1d6)[4]If CRT, confirm:(1d20+4)[17] If CRT, Damage:(1d10)[7]If I win the Initiative. Attack:(1d20+4)[15]Damage:(1d10)[4]Sneak attack:(1d6)[3]If CRT, confirm:(1d20+4)[6] If CRT, Damage:(1d10)[1] You do not have a surprise round. They are aware of the door opening 5 feet away, even if they are not aware of your specific presence. The beast moves, blocking the doorway. The human doesn't move. Your action. T_T. Then I'll move 20' back and ready an action to shoot what ever comes out of the door. If you travel 20 feet away from the door, you'll lose Los to the door. The hallway turns after 10 feet north, and 10 feet south. Then just 10' away (: The beast leaves the door, triggering your ready action. So it moved into my Los. Is it sneak attack or not? Rolling the sneak attack just don't count it in if it's not. Attack:(1d20+4)[21]Damage:(1d10)[4]Sneak attack:(1d6)[4]If CRT, confirm:(1d20+4)[10] If CRT, Damage:(1d10)[7] DM Only:Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[13] The beast vanishes in a poof, and you realize it as an illusion. Moves closer to the door, so I'm 5' away from the door, trying to listen if I can hear where the guy stands in the room. Listen:(1d20+6)[12] He benefits from cover, but you can see him, in the same position he started in. 5 feet south of the door you opened. Okay, I guess he knows I'm there so sneak attack won't work. I'll move, so I have a better aim at him, without moving into the room, if a better aim is not possible to get I'll just fire from where I stand. Attack:(1d20+4)[8]Damage:(1d10)[5]If CRT, confirm:(1d20+4)[21] If CRT, Damage:(1d10)[7] You'd need to move into the room to get a shot without cover. That would also provoke an AOO, from either the movement, or attacking at 5 feet range. Your attack misses. The sorcerer moves into the hallway, and then 5 feet south. This provokes an AOO, if you have a natural attack. After that, DM Only:Spoiler Hide (1d100)[50] 1-20 fails The human casts a spell, and flashing colors wash over you. I need a will save. Nope, no natural attack. How far is he from me? (: Will save:(1d20+2)[10] 10 feet, after the movement. You've been affected bicolor Spray. Unconscious:(2d4)[8]Rounds, then Blind/Stunned:(1d4)[4], then Stunned: 1 round. When you wake up, you've been relieved of your gold and valuables (89gp, 7sp). The human is nowhere in sight. I stand up screaming: YOU **** *** HUMAN!! It's me gold they' ye' know it!.. After my rage I move into the room, shuts the doors, and then I'll try to get 8 hours o' sleep (:*This will kill me, but if I encounter any more acid traps I'm dead too* DM Only:Spoiler Hide Hour 1: (1d100)[39] Hour 2: (1d100+20)[92] Hour 3: (1d100+40)[121] Hour 4: (1d100+60)[133] Hour 5: (1d100+80)[167] Hour 6: Automatic You are entitled to a listen check. Listen:(1d20+6)[26] At hour 3, you wake up to the sound of the door opening. Init:(1d20-1)[19] Unit:(1d20+3)[17] A scaled creature with a club enters, notices you, and attacks. Fort save please. Attack:(1d20+1)[6]vs flat-footed AC, with a -4 penalty (for prone)If Hit:(1d6)[2]bludgeoning If threat: (1d20+1)[2] vs flat-footed AC, with a -4 penalty (for prone) If CRT: (1d6)[4] bludgeoning He misses. Fort:(1d20+3)[7] You areSickenedfor 10 rounds. This confers a -2 to attack, damage, saves, and ability/skill checks. Your action. The Troglodyte is adjacent to you. I pull forth my rapier and strikes down my foe.attack:(1d20+2)[11]Damage:(1d6)[3] Miss. Did you incorporate the -4 attack penalty from being prone? It drops the club and attacks again, this time, a full attack. Claw:(1d20+1)[8]*If hit:(1d4)[4]If threat:(1d20+1)[7]If CRT:(1d4)[3]Claw:(1d20+1)[2]*If hit:(1d4)[1]If threat:(1d20+1)[6]If CRT:(1d4)[1]Bite:(1d20-1)[13]*If hit:(1d6)[5]If threat:(1d20-1)[12]If CRT:(1d6)[1]*: -4 penalties to your AC for being prone Dam dam dam deeeaaaad :3 Better luck next time. A way of dealing with traps or healing would be nice. Yap d:Was looking for a way of healing d: The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||S| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet I walk towards the door and opens it. Then I shift into my predator form, that resembles a panther. When you open the door, you see the following (Assuming you have not passed through the door):The passage heads south, extending 35 feet total, before ending in a T-intersection (heading east and west).5 feet south, there is a passage east.25 feet south, there is a passage east. I'll take the 5' turn east. And walks with 50' speed, and stops at the first door I encounter. The hallway extends east beyond the range of dark vision. At 10 feet east, it splits north and south. At 30 feet east, there is a door on the north wall. At 60 feet east, the hallway splits north and south. When you reach the first intersection, you note that the passage that goes north extends for 20 feet, then turns east. The passage that goes south extends for 20 feet, then turns west. At 15 feet, there's a door on the east side. Currently, there are 2 doors in your line of sight. One is 15 feet south of you. The other is 20 feet east of you. As you've encountered multiple doors, I'll wait for your decision. PR:Spoiler Hide For the future, the Room 6 guy will Coup de grâce anyone who falls to Color Spray. It's only the one in Room 3 who steals. Originally Posted by terminally sick PR: Spoiler Hide For the future, the Room 6 guy will Coup de grâce anyone who falls to Color Spray. It's only the one in Room 3 who steals. @Term:Spoiler Hide Fair enough. The guy was at 1hp. He was dead, regardless. Sol's leave a bad taste in my mouth, generally. Especially considering the proficiency I have in pulling them off. I open the door 15' ahead (:Spoiler Hide Sorry for not posting, my Internet crashed, and I went to do some chores while I waited for it to come up again (: Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| 4||||B|H[/table] There is a door at A-2, another at E-4, south side and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Initiative:(1d20+2)[9] You are at the door at A2. I'll roar at the beast. Initiative:(1d20+8)[15]Maneuvers:(5d5)[2][2][2][2][3](11) I win initiative. I'll run down to the human and attack him. Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[22]Damage:(1d6+7)[11]Confirm: (1d20+7)[25] CRT: (1d6+7)[13]Stone Bones: Successful attack gives me DR 5/adamantine After you choose your first maneuver, there are only 4 left. You typically do:1d51d4on round 1. That said, you stagger the human, and the beast disappears. Spell Failure:(1d100)[9]1-20 fails Concentration: (1d20+5)[8] If successful, a spell is cast defensively. Take 1 damage. Make a will save. The human then falls unconscious.150xp. Loot:LongswordChain shirt I'll shift out of my form and loot him, then I'll open the door at E-3, and shifts back into form. From now on I'll turn right when ever I can turn right, if I can't turn right I'll continue straight ahead. If I see a door, I'll stop and open the door.--The reason I do 5d5 is that if I get the same roll twice. (: The passage runs north and south. Turning right, you go south 10 feet, and the hallway turns right (west). 5 feet ahead of you, there's a door to your north, leading back into the room you were just in. There's also a red and white painted bulls eye in front of the door. I'll jump across the bullseye, and continue down the corridor. Is it too far for my Dark vision to see any turns?jump:(1d20+9)[23] PR:Spoiler Hide Suddenly realized why you're rolling the d100. Battle Sorcerer has no ASF in light armor. After jumping the bull's eye, 30 feet ahead of you, the passage splits north.40 feet ahead of you, the passage turns south. I'll look stop and look up the corridor that turns north, if I recognize it, I'll move on and go south. Looking up that corridor, you see that it runs north. After 10 feet, it splits east. After 30 feet, it turns east again. Also, where it turns east, there is an open doorway. I guess I've been there, I'll move on and head south. The passage goes south for 10 feet, then turns east. After 35 feet, the floor crumbles beneath you. Make a reflex save. Reflex save:(1d20+4)[12]Do I get any bonuses for moving with 50' speed? Nope, only jump checks. Damage:(2d6)[5]You fall into a 20-foot pit. It's 5 foot long, 5 foot wide. Nonlethal or lethal? (:I'll climb up again. Climb: (1d20+5)[7]Take 20, adds up to 25 Falling damage is lethal. You can't take 20 if there's a consequence for failure. You can take 10, but not 20. Take 10 then, adding up to 15 total climb That gets you out.30 feet farther ahead, there's a door on the north side of the hallway. The hallway keeps going farther beyond that, more than 60 feet east. I'll open the door. Before I'll open the door, I'll cast cure light wounds on myself, and then I'll open the door. Cure light wound:(1d8+1)[3] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B5 (which you are outside), and another at B1. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20)[10] Originally Posted by Phoenix Rivers Opening the door reveals the following room: Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B5 (which you are outside), and another at B1. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20+8)[18] Initiative:(1d20+8)[18]Maneuvers:(5d5)[1][2][3][5][4](15) I win initiative. I'll walk up and attack him. Strike: Stone Bones: Successful attack gives you DR 5/adamantine Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[19]Damage:(1d6+7)[9]Confirm: (1d20+7)[19] CRT: (1d6+7)[11]Since he's a threat to me, I'll heal 2 hp if successful attack. Martial Spirit (the Stance) does not require the enemy be a threat. Crusader's Strike (the Strike) requires that the enemy pose a direct threat, and have a different alignment. That said: Hit, Kill.150xp. Chain mailRipperSundark Goggles. I'll take his items, and then I'll head to the door at B-1 and open it. The passage runs east and west.To the east, the passage travels 5 feet, before turning north.To the west, the passage travels 15 feet, before turning south. DMs only:Spoiler Hide Stabs the Orc actually has random treasure as well. Standard for a level 1 encounter. DMs:Spoiler Hide Do try and keep it sane...even if they get a great roll, don't hand out 2000gp worth of magical item. Limit it at about 500gp or so. @DM Only:Spoiler Hide MIC Item generation: Table A-1: (1d100)[31] Table A-2(if necessary): (2d4)[6] or (4d4)[8] Items Roll(if necessary): (1d100)[76] DM Only:Spoiler Hide Coin: (3d6)[10] x100 SP Goods: Flawed Obsidian (Value 6gp) Item: Wand (mage armor, 10 charges) (Value 150gp) Total Value: 256gp The Orc had more treasure.1000 silver coins flawed Obsidian wand I'll turn east and then north, taking a right turn next time I can. If no right turn is possible I'll continue straight ahead. As you round the corner, you see the following:The passage runs north.At 5 feet, you note a blue note card affixed to the wall. At 10 feet, the passage splits to the east and west.At 20 feet, the passage turns right. Turns east at the 10' point. Passage goes east.At 20 feet, it turns south. Also at 20 feet, on the east wall, there's a door. I'll open the door on the East wall. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4|||1||| 5|||||| 6||||||[/table] There is a door at A-6 west, another at E-1 and another at F-4. There is a kobold wearing a chain shirt and holding a short sword. Initiative:(1d20+5)[17] You are at A6 West. Initiative:(1d20+8)[17]Maneuvers:(5d5)[5][2][4][3][2](16) Who wins, both on 17, but I have a higher base initiative d:In-case I win. Strike: Stone Bones: Successful attack gives you DR 5/adamantine Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[16]Damage:(1d6+7)[9]Confirm: (1d20+7)[18] CRT: (1d6+7)[9] Miss chance:(1d5)[4]1 misses DM Only:Spoiler Hide He's in child of shadows stance, and I don't think these creatures are in a vacuum. Even a snail's pace, walking around the room, would qualify. EDIT: Kobold dies. 150xp. Chain Shirt Short Sword Masterwork Tumble tool. I'll pick up his items and then move to E-1 and opens the door. The hallway runs east and west.To the east:5 feet east, the passage splits north.35 feet east, the passage turns south.To the west:25 feet west, the passage turns north. I'll go 5' east and then head north. The passage goes 10 feet north, then turns east.It travels 30 feet east, then turns north.It travels 20 feet north, then turns west.It travels 20 feet west, then dead ends at a door. I'll open the door. Spoiler Hide Did I just walk this far and set no traps off? Amazing :D Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||| 3||| 4||| 5||| 6||1|[/table] There is a door at A5 and C5. At 15ft above ground there is a metallic, dog-sized, bug looking construct. Initiative: (1d20+3)[8] Initiative:(1d20+8)[13]Maneuvers:(5d5)[1][3][5][5][1](15) I win initiative. I'll change stay in human form, grabbing my sling from my belt and loads it. Shoots with sling! Attack:(1d20+5)[13]Damage:(1d4+3)[4]Confirm: (1d20+5)[12] CRT: (1d4+3)[4]Then I'll take a step to the side, so I stand out of line of sight of the creature. If this is not possible I'll move 30' back. It is not possible. The farthest you can move away without losing sight of the door is 20 feet. Drawing your sling is a move action. You cannot draw, fire, and move. Aye, moving 20' then. Draw sling: Move action Fire sling: Standard action How are you moving? Oh yeah I forgot, not moving :D You hit it, by the way. It sprays a blast of Acid at you. Damage:(3d4)[8]Reflex DC 14 for halfwit then moves to C5, leaving LOS. Reflex save:(1d20+4)[18]Maneuvers:(5d5)[4][4][5][3][5](21)1 and 3 is not use able. Any Actions? Originally Posted by Phoenix Rivers Any Actions? Coming, need to see my Maneuvers. D: I'll shift into my form. Ready action. Attack what ever gets within 50'Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[23]Damage:(1d6+7)[13]Confirm: (1d20+7)[9] CRT: (1d6+7)[11]If it's more than 5' above ground I'll jump to bite it. Jump:(1d20+9)[16] Ready actions are standard action only. Unless you have 50 feet of melee reach, that's not happening. Blah, I'll move up to the door then, being able to reach it. If it gets within my Los I'll move 5' back. When you "Move to the door", are you entering the room, or stopping outside it? Stopping outside. K. Listen Check, please. Listen:(1d20+7)[23] You hear it skitter off to the north, from within the room. I'll run in the room and as soon as I see it I will run towards it attacking. Maneuvers:(5d5)[1][2][4][3][2](12)4 is not use able. Attack and stuff comes in next post (: Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[18]Damage:(1d6+7)[11]Confirm: (1d20+7)[20] CRT: (1d6+7)[13] Strike: Douse the flames: Opponent cannot make AOO for 1 round. Jumps if it's more than 5' above ground. Jump:(1d20+9)[27] It is 15 feet off the ground in C2. Your jump does not clear high enough. I'll jump and Bite, should be possible. Use the jump check I did in the above post, 27 jump. High jump = 1 foot for every 4 you rolled. Lack of a running start = 1 foot for every 8 you rolled.27 = 3 feet. Not enough. PR:Spoiler Hide Up to you, but when they leave the room, I've often found it entertaining to have it use its burrow speed to pop out of a nearby wall and attack them. The reactions are funny, if nothing else. It moves down to ground level, and attacks. Attack:(1d20+1)[14]If hit:(1d4)[2]If threat:(1d20+1)[9]If CRT:(1d4)[3] Miss. Maneuvers:(5d5)[3][4][2][4][1](14) Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[25]Damage:(1d6+7)[11]Confirm: (1d20+7)[17] CRT: (1d6+7)[12]Strike: Crusaders Strike: heals 1d6+IL with a successful melee attack, opponent must be threatening you. Heal:(1d6+1)[2] 150xp. It dies. I'll head out the other door. The passage heads west.At 10 feet, the passage splits north.At 20 feet, the passage ends, splitting north and south. I'll walk 10' then head north. The passage travels north.At 35 feet: The passage ends, splitting east and west. Going east. The passage travels east and west.To the West: The passage travels for 10 feet, and turns south.To the East (where you're going):20 feet east of you, the passage splits north.30 feet east of you, the passage turns south. Walks 20' then heads north. The passage travels 10 feet north and turns west. Then 10 feet west and turns north.Then... Reflex save, please. As you head north, another crumbling floor. Reflex save:(1d20+4)[7] Falling Damage:(2d6)[7] Takes 10 to climb up, 10+5=15 total climb. Uses a Scroll of Lesser vigor, healing me for 1hp each round for 11 rounds that adds up to a total of 11hp healed after 11 rounds (: After that: The passage turns east. The passage heads 10 feet east, then turns north. At the turn, there's a green note card affixed to the wall. I'll walk past it. Passage heads north.At 10 feet, the passage ends, in a split east and west. Heads east. The passage heads 20 feet east, then turns south. The passage then heads south 50 feet. Make a Reflex save. More crumbling floors. Reflex save:(1d20+4)[22] You manage to clear the pit before it finishes crumbling away. 10 more feet south, and the passage turns west (for 10 feet), then north (for 20 feet), then west. The passage splits north after 10 feet, splits south after 30 feet, and turns south after 40 feet. I'll head south after 30' The passage heads south for 30 feet, and ends with a split to the east and west.To the west, the passage travels for 10 feet, then ends with a split to the north and south.To the east, it travels 5 feet, before ending in an open door with a dead bug-like construct, about the size of a dog. I'll head west and then north. The hallway splits west after 10 feet, and turns east after 30. Can I see any doors? Can I continue forward, if so I'll continue (: You have a choice between "turn west" and "continue north"? I will announce when you see doors. North it is :Remember I'm elf, I'll receive a search check if I get within 5' of a secret door (: I remember. The passage turns east. You see a split south after 10 feet, a split north after 30 feet, and a turn south after 40. I'll head north at 30' As you move to the intersection, a dart launches. Attack:(1d20+10)[12]If hit:(1d4+1)[3]and fort save After that: the passage runs north. At 30 feet, there is a door on the east wall. At 50 feet, the passage runs east. I'll open the door at 30' east wall. Edit: miss (: Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_ 1|||| 2||||S 3|||| [/table] There is a door at A3 (east). You see three demon squirrels on the wall at +5, +10, and +15 respectively. (d20+3)[21] (d20+3)[19] (d20+3)[22] Maneuvers:(5d5)[2][5][2][5][4](18)Initiative:(1d20+8)[21] Squirrel:Darkness blankets the room. It then scurries up the wall to +15 at D1. Your turn. I'll close the door, as I can't see what's in the room. In what directions can I go from here?.--I'm AFK for the moment, fixing dinner d: You van keep going north, or you can still go back south. The northern route goes east after 20'. Sorry for the time it took to get this sorted out. Np (:I'll head north, but I'll be back soon :D After 15' you feel the ground crumbling. Reflex save please or get hurt for:(2d6)[12]falling damage Here some good news: Reflex save:(1d20+4)[14]... WOAH!!! that's more than my maximum health... If I'm correct you're on -2 hp. After 5 feet you turn east (it's the only way). And you see a turn south after 40', 20' behind that you see another split this one also going south. When you arrive at the first (so after 40') turns out you see a green note. Psst. I'm kinda like bleeding to death, I do not have the rage claw feat :3 Do you want to try again: Y/Nor do you want to make a new char? I got to go and eat now...guess I'll have to make a new character again...): d:I'll make some modification to Kitty and then retry? Okay? ’D Dusk, you can take this if you wish, or I can cover this one. After 40' east, and 60' east, the corridor turns south. @ TS Spoiler Hide He just died. I have this one. With this I have two dungeons, for now this is it for me one. Can I let him take the feat Shape Soul meld (Rage claws) and make him start anew if he wants? He only needs to re-submit if he changes race and/or base classes. A simple feat/skill swap is fine. You hear it Razor, if you want to change nothing else than Feats/Skills you can immediately start again with me as you DM (watch out for max damage though) Or flaws/traits/spells/soul melds, etc...only the base class and race (and base stats) require a re-submit. Okiedokie. And let me hear it as soon as you're done (and if you don't mind post your sheet here too please) Sheet!!!! ’D ^^ Originally Posted by Razor Sheet!!!! ’D ^^ You have putted everything back where it used to be right? And it's shape Soul meld (rage claws) Now I have, missed:1hpprepared spells I forgot to remove the mark for when they have been cast. I've brought a scroll of Eton eyes and sold my tinder twigs. Added flaw shaky.added feat soul meld: rage claws. [QUOTE=Never-ending DM;8527031]The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||S| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. Money still completely checked out?DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet Yes, I've deleted what ever loot I had received. I'll open the door and head east, taking the first south turn possible. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Razor Yes, I've deleted what ever loot I had received. I'll open the door and head east, taking the first south turn possible. I mean if the money (spent) checks out. What for LVL is Eton Eyes? And how much were the tinder twigs worth? You move south and ignore a way to the east immediately after you left the room. After that you reach after moving 25' another way to the east, you see from there after 10'that the road splits, from there you can go east and west. Tinder twigs worth 10gpEbon eyes CL 1--I'll take the east turn. Not at the T-junction!.. Spoiler Hide Divine or Arcane, and scrolls spell LVL 1 cost 25 GP. So where did you get the other money? If you only got 10 GP extra? After 10' you go north and after 5' going north you reach a door. Spoiler Hide Druids are divine casters aren't they? If so I'll pick divine. I had some gold left over from when I was done buying equipment. I'll open the door d: Not a Druid spell, so you'll need to use UMD to use it anyway. Originally Posted by terminally sick Not a Druid spell, so you'll need to use UMD to use it anyway. ... stupid :3. No, just mean Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| 4||||B|H[/table] There is a door at A-2, another at E-4, south side and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Initiative:(1d20+2)[21] Thanks TS you gave the answer. By the way you can't use the scroll since you do not have a rank in UMD and thus can't you use it. Sorry. Originally Posted by terminally sick No, just mean What's the price on a potion then?.. Originally Posted by Razor What's the price on a potion then?.. That's 50 GP and the guys in the room are waiting. I'll sell some vigor scrolls and buy the potion instead. Maneuvers:(5d5)[5][5][3][2][2](17)Initiative:(1d20+8)[14] Can't be done any more, sorry. No buying/selling, please put the stuff back as it was. Unless with permission of TS you may only switch out those things when you die, at the end of every floor is a waiting room where you can buy and sell, The man points his finger at you and a white ray shoots out. Touch attack:(1d20+2)[20]Damage if hit:(1d3)[2] Walking up and bites the human dude. Strike: Crusaders Strike: heals 1d6+IL with a successful melee attack, opponent must be threatening you. Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[20]Damage:(1d6+7)[11]Confirm: (1d20+7)[10] CRT: (1d6+7)[13]Heal:(1d6+1)[2] You're fangs almost rip the men leg of, you see he can barely keep on standing. He does a 5' step back, and you see a big pile of colors wash over you. Will save please Will save:(1d20+5)[18] The man falls while you shrug off his spell you see him going down. He lies there bleeding on the ground. You may by the way CDG some opponents (unless I say that he really is dead) to get an extra 2 hp).150 plot:LongswordChain shirt And PS: you're XP was 0 before this encounter not 600 I'm on full hp d:I'll move out the door at E-3 You see a hallway that goes 10' south before bending west and the opposite side goes 10' north before it beds to the east. And I know that you're on full hp, but just saying. I'll head north (: You go 10' north, then you head east, after 15' you reach a door, 5' further the hall bends north again. I'll open the door Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B5, and another at B1. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20)[8] Maneuvers:(5d5)[5][4][2][2][1](14)Initiative:(1d20+8)[17]I win initiative. Strike: Minotaur's Charge: Make a bulrush (strength check for you and him) without AOO, if your strength check is exceeding his he gets 2d6+STR bludgeoning damage. How does bulrush work?.. D: is in sight. Strength check:(1d20+7)[12]I'm charging (: Opposite strength check:(1d20+4)[20]If you're strength check is lower than his, you get pushed back 5-feet and his turn. He does a 5'step forward yells Steely Strike and takes a giant swing at you:Attack roll:(1d20+9)[18]Damage:(2d6+6)[13]Even means hit by the way :) Maneuvers:(5d5)[4][5][1][3][3](16) Go ahead still your turn, next time roll those immediately with your attack is easier. Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[21]Damage:(1d6+7)[9]Confirm: (1d20+7)[16] CRT: (1d6+7)[11] You rip his throat out, he dies lies there gurgling. While he dies in his death throes a pouch gets thrown from the body, silver pieces fall from the pouch.150 xpRipperChainmailSundark Goggles1500 SP Wasn't this the guy with random treasure too? D:I'll loot him The money is the random treasure, and you wrecked the dramatic moment. How's your hp? The guy is still bleeding to dead. And you shouldn't even know he had random treasure how did you know that? 0 hp, I'll kill him for an extra +2hp. I'll head out the door at B1 and then continuing east and then north. Spoiler Hide Phoenix forgot it and TS provided him with the information d: But does it matter if I know that, I've kinda went through this part of the dungeon 5 times now XD You come at a crossroad, you can go west, where after 30' you see a door (and after 50' a crossroad and after 60' you see the room you began in), you can go east where after 20' there's a door (and a bend to the south). I'll head east and opens the door. Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4|||1||| 5|||||| 6||||||[/table] There is a door at A-6 west, another at E-1 and another at F-4. There is a kobold wearing a chain shirt and holding a short sword. Initiative:(1d20+5)[17] Maneuvers:(5d5)[5][2][3][2][1](13)Initiative:(1d20+8)[21] I'll move up to him and bite him! Strike: Douse the flames: Opponent cannot make AOO for 1 round. Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[13]Damage:(1d6+7)[13]Confirm: (1d20+7)[8] CRT: (1d6+7)[8] You miss him. While you miss him you see his blade start glowing bright red and starts to transform into two swords:Attack roll:(1d20+5)[12]Attack roll:(1d20+5)[13]Damage:(1d4+4)[7]+(1d6+1)[4](+ a possible (1d6)[3]) I dodge his swords, jumping back to bite his throat. Bites! Attack:(1d20+7)[15]Damage:(1d6+7)[8]Confirm: (1d20+7)[15] CRT: (1d6+7)[12]Maneuvers:(5d5)[3][2][3][2][5](15)- This is for this attack Maneuvers:(5d5)[3][5][4][2][5](19)- This is for my next turn. Strike: Crusaders Strike: heals 1d6+IL with a successful melee attack, opponent must be threatening you. Crusaders Strike Heals:(1d6+1)[2] The kobold smiles unfriendly at you while he decades your sword. He points his finger being you and a small fire elemental appears being you to flank you.Then his sword starts glowing with blackness shadowlike stuff, and he attacks you:Attack roll:(1d20+5)[18]Damage:(1d4+4)[5]+(1d6)[5]and if it hits I want a fort save from you. Fortitude save:(1d20+3)[13] You see the shadows from his sword enveloping you, but before you can do anything the shadows withdraw and the kobold springs away. Check:(1d20+10)[11](if less than 15 you get an AOO)He moves to D1 and while he moves you see him being enveloped in shadows. Next round you roll an attack roll 1d5. What kind of check? D:And 1d5 damage?.. D: You get an AOO and you need to roll a d5 to see if you hit or not, 1 is a miss (not this turn, this turn you can try to attack him, next turn you need to roll 1d5) So I'll do a 1d20 to see if I get a AOO `?? I'm so confused atm, but I'll post when I get home, since I do not have my character at hand atm. At the moment you'll make a normal attack. Just like you used to. Since you get an attack op opportunity because the kobold runs from you. Never mind about the 1d5 I will roll that and say what happens okay. Kineses d:I'll do some stuff tomorrow when I get home d: Can't wait to kill you till you're back mmm.... Want to buy a potion of never-ending healing over time. ’D Originally Posted by Razor mmm.... Want to buy a potion of never-ending healing over time. ’D That will be your life and soul please *demonic laughter* powwow....): Sorry, killing my character now. I don't have time to post in a game anymore, since I've just got me a new job and stuff at home needs a fixing (: Originally Posted by Razor Sorry, killing my character now. I don't have time to post in a game anymore, since I've just got me a new job and stuff at home needs a fixing (: One well, it was fun so long as it lasted :) Goodbye :) BAII (:Hope to see you around, if I get time again (: We'll see.

Neverending Dungeon - Plint (Zazori)|rating:3.0

Addiction [Zero & Sweetie]

Isaac ate quickly at the quiet dinner table, enjoying his free meal. He was over at a family friend's house due to the fact that their parents enjoyed having a little Friday night out, and since they were kids they often got stuck together so that they could all be in one place, rather than having kids in two separate houses. Of course, that seemed silly since everyone was in high school now, but it wasn't like Isaac minded. He wasn't exactly high up on the social ladder, and the only people who could be hurt if other kids knew the association would be the sisters. Not to mention, a dinner made by others was always more delicious. Being the male of the three, he was the one who didn't have to cook, and somewhat enjoyed knowing that at points, both of the girls might have had a try at cooking due to their parents goading. Of course, this amusement only lasted for so long… it wasn't until earlier this month that he took more of a full advantage of his situation. He had always been a bit of a geek at heart, and with a little cooking of drugs, he had stumbled upon quite an interesting mix of aphrodisiac and suppressant, which he took it upon himself to use on the older sister the week when it was only him and her in the house. She was quite the fuck, and by the end he wasn't even sure she knew where she was anymore… giving him a good opportunity to tape her begging him for more, to give him a little dirt if she tried to claim it was not consensual. Tonight he brought over a second version of the concoction, just in case he needed it but, both sisters were around this time. He took a look at them across the table, as he wondered whether either realized what he had in store for them. Isaac was not all that bad looking himself, his black hair and green eyes made him a little exotic, while his tall frame was not frail, but built more like a runner. Athletic in some semblance of the word but in a very non-contact sort of way. Naomi ate in silence as her younger sister attempted to make casual conversation with Isaac. The three of them getting together had been a regular thing since they had been little kids, and she had always enjoyed the time they spent together. It was nice that they didn't need a babysitter anymore, though why their parents thought they all had to be together in one place was beyond her. It wasn't like they were going to get into any less trouble this way. She picked at her food. She wasn't terribly hungry. Furthermore, she had been dreading their meet up this week, for obvious reasons. She looked across the table at Isaac. He had raped her, less than two weeks ago. He had drugged her, humiliated her, and used her like a toy. Furthermore, he had been her oldest and most dear friend, but he had thrown all that away and stolen her virginity. She wanted t hate him for it, to scream and rage and beat him. But she couldn't. As much as she hated him, she couldn't fight the feeling her body had whenever he was around. She didn't know if it was the drugs, or if she was just a freak, but ever since he had left her, broken and begging for more, she had been ale to do nothing but think of him. She had touched herself three times today already, and even now she could feel the dampness in her panties. She pushed away from the table, excusing herself and rushing to the bathroom. Tears were welling in her eyes as she closed the door, pulling her pants and panties down. She sat on the restroom, massaging her clit as she thought about what had happened to her. How could this be happening? What had he done to her? It was like she couldn't control herself anymore, and she didn't know what to do. Isaac watched as Naomi barely ate her food, nor did she participate in their conversation. She wasn't even really trying to act normal, although maybe that's simply because they were finally in the same room in such proximity again. After all, no one had questioned her, and he knew that she hadn't talked… he wondered to himself what was running through that pretty little head of hers, and whether he'd even need to give her a second dose. When she stood up and excused herself, he looked at her strangely before turning his attention back to Amanda as he decided to speak with her, rather than go after Naomi. "Well that was odd. Naomi acting weirdly lately, Amanda?" He asked in a simple curious reaction to Naomi's little action. If anyone was going to know it was Amanda, plus, gauging her reaction would also help him to see if she knew anything about what he had done to Naomi. And whether he needed to do anything about Amanda herself. Amanda watched as her sister ran off, sighing and shaking her head. "Yeah, she's been acting a little weird lately. She spends most of her time locked in her room, and she doesn't even seem to want to hang out anymore. I don't know what's going on. I thought maybe it was... you know, her time of the month. But it's been going on for like two weeks now. I don't know if I should do something, or just let her be." She smiled at Isaac, taking another bite of her food. "Well, I'm sure whatever it is she'll get over it. Not like it's the end of the world." Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands together. "Hey! I bet I know what it is! I bet some boy she liked turned her down! That would make perfect sense. She's been all mopey and lovesick looking. That must be what's getting to her." She giggled. "I never thought I'd see my big sister get so worked up over a boy, of all things. That is so not like her." She pushed her plate away, done with it. "But what about you, Isaac? Did you hear anything about it at school? I know boys talk more about this stuff than you'd think. Maybe one of those guys you hang out with was the guy she was crushing on." Isaac couldn't help but chuckle along with Amanda, although for him, it was obviously for a completely different reason. Mopey and lovesick? He wondered whether her sad state when he had originally left her was just a precursor to how her body would react long term. Sad really if that was truly the case, that maybe she wouldn't be able to resist him if he went after her again. Of course, the fact that Amanda did notice something also meant he'd need to tread a little more carefully, as he answered her." Probably should just leave her alone, she doesn't seem much for talking right now, does she? I'm sure she'll get over it though. As for my friends, who knows? Most of them have given up on her since she's kinda made it clear she's unwilling to put out. How about you, starting to think about boys yet?" He asked her, joking with her a little since she was the youngest, and wondering whether she even gave it thought that it might be sex that's turned her sister that way, rather than 'love'. Such an idea wasn't exactly something Isaac prescribed to. It was a nice idea but, in his mind girls were meant to submit, and he had already taught Naomi a nice little lesson in submission. Amanda was growing up fast like her sister, probably even looked up to her. Naomi was a good fuck, maybe Amanda with her young nubile body could perform as well. Amanda's cheeks tinged pink at the question. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in boys, but, well, she hadn't had the best of luck. She was certainly attractive enough, with her slim, athletic body, shapely breasts, and short, brown hair. It wasn't that she had any shortage of boys that would have been willing, it was just that she had always been a little uncomfortable with the expectations involved in a relationship. She didn't know if she could really go through with letting a boy do those sorts of things to her." Oh, well, yeah, I guess," she said, her blush deepening. "I mean, I'm not a child, you know. I'm more than old enough to be dating and having relationships. I'm just... not. At least, not right now. I was thinking about asking Naomi for some advice, you know, girl to girl, but with the way she's been lately I thought it would be best to let her get over whatever she's been dealing with. I wouldn't want her to have to spend her time thinking about my problems too, you know?" Amanda sighed, gathering her dishes and taking them to the kitchen." Want to help me with the dishes? I'm sure Naomi would appreciate it if we had this all cleaned up by the time she gets back." Isaac had mostly finished eating, and he at least brought his dishes over to the sink, but that was about the extent that he was going to help her. Luckily, he had a convenient enough excuse… and it just so happened to lead well into what he had planned for tonight anyway. "I don't know. Adults wouldn't really need help with the dishes, and since you're obviously not a kid… I'll just let you handle the mkay? I'll go check on Naomi though, she's been gone for a while, make sure she's okay." He didn't actually try to hide that he was getting out of helping Amanda with the dishes, but he figured she wouldn't push against his excuse in any case. Naomi had been gone, and checking up on made it seem like he was concerned about her. Grabbing the bag with the materials that he needed for the night, he walked into Naomi's room only to find that it was empty, and that she had retreated elsewhere. Throwing his bag next to her bag, walked over to the closed bathroom door before knocking on it." You alright in there, Naomi?" Amanda laughed, slapping Isaac playfully as he backed out of helping her with the dishes. "Oh, I get it. Make fun of the youngest. Well laugh now, because I'm going to out live the both of you," she said, gathering the dishes and getting the water running. She didn't really mind. She actually enjoyed doing these sorts of chores, and while she would have liked the company, being alone with her thoughts was pleasant as well. Furthermore, she nodded when he mentioned checking on her sister." That's a good idea," she said. "She's been gone a long time, and she ate almost nothing. Maybe she's just not feeling well. Let me know if you need anything or if she isn't feeling well." Naomi, meanwhile, was fast approaching her second orgasm since skipping out on dinner. The first one had felt great, but had done almost nothing to slake her lust. She felt despicable, but she just couldn't stop herself. She was startled out of her thoughts by a knock at the door, followed by Isaac's voice. Furthermore, she grits her teeth, trying to keep herself from snapping." I'm fine!" She called, trying to keep the anger out of her voice. "Why do you care, anyway? Just go away and leave me alone. Unfortunately for Naomi, her voice carried through her door, and her unmistakable moans cued Isaac into what was really going on beyond the bathroom door. He tried the knob and noticed that it was in fact, unlocked… but it wasn't like he could simply charge in there and have his way with her again. This time with Amanda here, things would have to at least be a little more subtle… although based upon what he knew now about what was going on, it seemed Naomi, despite her smarts and independence… was falling victim to her own bodily needs." Hmm? I don't know, it sounds to me like you're not fine at all. Amanda's real worried about you, you know. Maybe I should call her up here, and let her see first hand what you're doing in there hmm? I know what you want, Naomi. What's wrong, it's not like you haven't already gotten down on your knees once and begged for it." Isaac kept his voice relatively low, wanting at least for now to keep Amanda out of it. However, his offer to her seemed much less like he wanted her this time… but more like he was throwing out very obvious bait in front of her. He was reminding her of that night, of not only her shameful behavior… but of the ecstasy she had undoubtedly experienced, and what she was truly craving rather than her own inadequate fingers. Naomi could feel her cheeks heating up in shame as furious tears dripped from her eyes. "How dare you?" She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. "How dare you do this to me/ I thought we were friends, Isaac, but what you did to me that night... I can't believe you would do something like that. How could you be so cruel?" His words cut her deeply. She knew he was right. Her body craved him. Her fingers weren't enough, and she feared they never would be. Whatever had been in that drug had turned her into a sex-crazed slut, and she was furious with him for it." You really are a son of a bitch, you know that?" she snarled as he taunted her. She couldn't let Amanda know what was going on, that she spent half of her time each day bringing herself to orgasm. She had tried her fingers, toys, her toothbrush, her comb, anything that could fit inside of her, but none of it worked. Furthermore, she needed a real cock, and she didn't know if she was going to be able to refuse it." Why don't you just go home and leave me alone? I never wanted to see your face again, but yet you have the balls to walk back in here like nothing happened? You make me sick, Isaac." "Cruel? It sounds like you're having a grand old time in there… well, minus the fact that you've been at it so long. You know, I decided to come by as a favor to you… since you are such a dear friend to me, but clearly you're simply not ready for the truth. You want me to just go home right now? Well, make sure you don't regret that decision later Naomi… who knows, maybe you might find even your dream boy may not be able to satisfy you." He chuckled at her, before making a purposeful move to walk down the stairs and away from the bathroom door to let her think about it. However, rather than leaving the house he simply walked back over to the kitchen where Amanda was washing the dishes as he took his place next to her in order to help her dry the dishes, opting to help her clean after all as it gave him something to do while his words hammered away in Naomi's mind." Yeah, she doesn't seem like she's feeling well at all. I don't think you'll be seeing much of her tonight so, I guess I'll help you." He told her, continuing to make up lies to assure Amanda she shouldn't confront Naomi. Naomi could feel fear gripping her heart as Isaac's footsteps faded. She had figured out that the only thing that could truly satisfy her now was a real, live penis, but she had never thought, never even considered that his might be the only cock that could satisfy her. What if he was right? What if she met the love of her life, but he was unable to satisfy her needs because of what Isaac had done to her. The thought chilled her to the core, and she sobbed. It just couldn't be true, but deep down, a part of her feared that it was. Downstairs, Amanda looked up to see Isaac return and start helping her with the dishes. She smiled at him, nodding. It was a shame that Naomi wasn't feeling well. Amanda knew how much she looked forward to these little get together of theirs. But hopefully having some time to herself would break her out of it, and she could come down and join them later. If not, well, she'd have to think of something to cheer her up." Thanks for trying," she said, finishing the last of the dishes and helping Isaac put them away. She dried her hands on her towel before tossing it on the counter and grabbing a soda from the fridge. "She hasn't been herself lately, but I'm hoping she'll be okay soon. So, while we wait for her, what do you want to do?" They finished up the dishes pretty quickly, and he looked back over to Amanda as she opened up a soda and clearly wanted a little company. With Naomi holed up in the bathroom still, he didn't really have anything else to do but to hang out with Amanda… it was just a question of whether he should simply do that, or pull her into the fold. She did have a very nice body, and not to mention she probably trusted him even more than Naomi had." I heard from your mum you've got some soreness from your sports eh? I could give you a bit of a massage if you want." He offered, knowing that something as simple as that would give him a good opportunity to try out the second version of his drug. He had intended on using it for Naomi, as a final nail in the coffin of her psyche, but with Amanda oh so willing to trust in him, to give herself to him, he figured why not. Amanda stretched her arms over her head, feeling the stiffness in her back and shoulders. It was true, she was often sore after school, and even on the weekends. Such was the price she paid for being such an impressive athlete. She was fit and incredibly flexible. Sometimes, when she pushed a workout particularly hard, she would wake up and not even be able to get out of bed. She wasn't that bad off today, but she was still a bit stiff, and it would be nice to get a bit of a massage. Isaac had never offered to do anything like this before, but it didn't strike her as out of the ordinary. She was more than happy to accept his offer." Sure!" she said brightly, walking into the living room and flopping down on the carpeted floor. "I'm pretty sore today, actually, so try to be gentle, okay?" She grabbed a pillow and lay her head down on it, letting out a soft sigh. Her shorts were exceptionally tight, and from this angle Isaac could see the way it formed to her ass. Her tank top was tight as well, and she looked back at him with a smile on her face, completely oblivious to what the sight of her body in this way was likely to do to a man. "Thanks for doing this. Naomi does it for me sometime, but she hasn't lately, and I've been getting really sore." Isaac watched as Amanda quickly agreed, before walking over to the carpeted living room and laying her head down on a pillow. While her current clothing did not leave much to the imagination, it was actually quite the opposite of what Isaac wanted. He needed to touch her skin for this at all to work, but with Amanda so trusting of him, the solution was as simple as just asking her to reduce what she had on." Well, if you want me to be gentle, having all that rough clothing on isn't going to help ya know. You've got some sports undergarments no? Put some of those on, and I'll get some lotion to help, doesn't that sound better?" He asked, and rather than waiting for a response, he moved to go upstairs in order to go into his bag and withdraw the vial of the second version of his drugs before pocketing it. Then, he looked around Naomi's room for some lotion before grabbing some off her dresser, before making his way to Amanda's room and knocking on her door. "If you're embarrassed we could use your room, or back into the living room." Amanda could feel her cheeks heat up at the thought of Isaac touching her bare skin. It was true, it would be better if she wasn't wearing the clothes she had on now. They wouldn't be the most comfortable massage garb. But she wasn't sure she wanted Isaac to see her in her underwear, even if it was her sportswear. She shook her head trying to clear the embarrassing thoughts. There was no reason for her to be worried. She'd known Isaac for as long as she could remember. It would be fine. And besides, she really did want that massage now. It would be silly to change her mind just because she was embarrassed." Sure, that sounds fine," she called after him, getting up and heading to her room. It wasn't like he'd never seen her in a bikini before anyway. She got changed and lay face down on her bed in the same position she had been in on the living room floor. Her heart was beating quickly. Why was she so nervous about this? There was nothing to worry about. Isaac was just going to give her a massage to help her relax. Friends did that kind of thing for each other all the time. She heard a knock at her door and Issac's voice. "Come in," she said. "In here is fine." Isaac entered the room, before closing the door as he walked over towards Amanda's bed with the bottle to show her. He placed the bottle on the ground, before moving to withdraw the vial instead, as he gently moved to sit down on the bed as he straddled her. While it did put him in a good position to reach her back, it also served a dual purpose, in ensuring she'd be unable to get away once he pushed a little too far. But from her reactions so far, he wasn't sure she'd be able to resist him when the time came. Based on his experience with Naomi, once the body was affected… control became more and more difficult for the victim, and much easier for him…. And she had struggled from the get-go. In this case, Amanda was letting him apply the hot chemical onto her body willingly, and with her open mind, perhaps he'd be able to even brainwash her before she realized what he was doing. Gently, he put some of the hot oil onto his hands before placing them on Amanda's shoulders, as he began to massage her upper back, allowing the chemical to begin to seep into her skin. Its affects were almost polar opposites, initially it's hot application would be deeply soothing, like a pain patch. However, once the chemical was absorbed, its pheromone effect would put her body into a state of heat, as it would begin to inhibited her mind from being able to resist its primal urges. Isaac surprised Amanda when he got onto the bed with her and straddled her back. She had been expecting him to stand on the side or something. The pressure on her back was intense, but not painful. The bed absorbed a lot of his wait, and after a moment she was used to it. He was bigger than her or Naomi, but he wasn't huge, and so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. It felt weird though, to have him there. She had never had a guy be that close to her, at least not like that. It was sort of an odd experience, but she doubted Isaac had even considered that she might find it weird. She shrugged it off, forgetting about it for the moment. He started to massage her, his hands kneading into her tense muscles as he spread the lotion over her back. She couldn't keep a moan from escaping her lips as the lotion began to tingle. Not only was he pretty good, but whatever that lotion was that he was using seemed to be burning, but not in a bad way. Her skin tingled, and she could practically feel her muscles loosening under his touch. Before long, she was breathing heavily and beginning to sweat. As the chemical was absorbed in her skin, Amanda felt the heat sinker deeper into her body. She felt hot all over, and she realized with embarrassment that she was getting wet. Her cheeks brightened, a blush spreading across them as she tried to control herself. This was getting bad. She didn't know why she was reacting like this, but she needed to get Isaac to stop before he noticed that she was getting turned on. She opened her mouth, intending to tell him that he had done enough, but he dug his hands into her back again and instead a lewd gasp escaped her lips. Furthermore, she blushed even deeper, hoping he hadn't noticed just how erotic that had sounded. Isaac couldn't help but smile as he listened to her moan, but continue to keep quiet despite what she was obviously beginning to feel. He purposefully applied more pressure with his hands when she had opened her mouth, enjoying her lewd gasp and blush. Reaching down to his vial, rather than applying the drug to his hands, he very gently a small sliver of the liquid touch her lower back directly, before he shifted downwards and applied more of the hot, oily chemical to now her lower back." Does it feel good Amanda? Anywhere specific that you want massaged?" He asked, the last question a less than subtle attempt at coaxing her dirty mind into imagining his hands along her more sensitive areas, rather than simply moving non-sexually along her back. Not that Isaac couldn't get hit point across easier, and much more seductively other ways… as he applied more oil to his hands once again and began to work on her legs, working from first on her left foot, before sliding all the way up to her thighs… almost reaching to her panties, before working her other foot and leg. Amanda shivered when he poured more of the oily stuff onto her back, rubbing it into her skin just above her ass. She didn't know what kind of lotion that he was using, but it felt amazing. Where had he found something like that in the first place? Had they had it in the house? She didn't remember ever using anything that felt half as good as this stuff, but maybe she had just missed it. It didn't matter anyway. She was far too focused on what was going on here and how to care where the stuff had come from. Her mind raced through several possibilities when he asked her if she had any specific places she wanted to be massaged. She blushed a bright red as she pictured his hands spreading the stuff over her breasts and between her legs. She tried to push the thoughts away, but they were persistent. It was like her whole body was aching to be touched. When he moved to her feet she had to bite the sheets to keep from crying out. The closer he got to the crotch, the more tense she became. His hands were so close that she was sure he wasn't going to stop, but then he did, and her body relaxed, only to repeat the process when he moved to the other leg. Her panties were visibly damp now, a wet spot where her excitement had started to get the best of her. Amanda's reaction to the drugs was just as he expected, however… she didn't answer his question, and rather than letting herself moan and reveal her lust, he watched as she bit her sheets to keep from crying out. He figured she would have given in by now, perhaps even asked him to do the dirty with her right then and there. But, instead she struggled, maybe not as much as Naomi did but… it was valiant how she fought. But her body was already so ready for sex, as was Isaac's own. He could see that damp wet spot on her panties, and could tell that the drugs were now taking quite a toll on her body. It probably wasn't necessary for him to spread any more of the drugs to get her to comply… but Isaac was displeased with her resistance. He understood the possible damage he could be doing to her if he continued the application, especially where he was heading next but… he was also curious about it's true affects. Whether or not he could turn her mind into putty, melt her resistance away with the application of his hot drugs. Without asking her, he applied more of the drugs to his hands as he shifted on her body again, before unclipping her bra and in one swift motion, slid his hands along her sides before squeezing her breasts and before kneading and completely coating her breasts with the drug. The drugs were really taking a toll on Amanda's body. She felt feverish, and her body was aching for something, though she wasn't sure what. It was becoming harder and harder for her to stay still as Isaac's hands roamed over her body. Suddenly she felt the clasp to her bra release. She was about to turn to see what had happened when Isaac shifted on her, and his hands reached around to her breasts, cupping them, and coating them in the same oil he had been spreading over the rest of her body. The effect was instantaneous, and Amanda let out a sharp cry." H-Hey, Isaac!" She stammered, her breath hot and her voice soft despite her surprise. "What...what are you doing? Don't... touch me like that! I-I didn't say you could touch me there." She tried to pull away, but found her body wasn't reacting the way she wanted to. She felt heavy, like she'd been drinking, and her movements were sluggish. The heat in her body only continued to grow as he massaged more of the stuff into her breasts. It was becoming hard for her to tell what was happening, and for the first time she started to get a little scared. "Hmm, no I guess you didn't. But it's alright, Amanda…. What you say doesn't really matter now. Only what I say matters, because only I can provide your body with what it needs." He told her, as his hands continued to massage the hot oil into the pores of her breasts, before his slippery fingers slid over to her nipples as he pinched them sliding and applying more of the chemical onto her sensitive nubs, while he bent down a little to whispered into her ear." I know what you need Amanda. You want my cock, don't you? You want me to fuck you… well, only obedient girl's get cock. Why don't you start by taking away your bra and throwing it away hmm?" He asked, specifically ordering her body around first, not forcing her to say anything. If he had learned anything from Naomi, actually reducing her to begging was one of the most difficult parts. But once her body was filled enough with lust, it would obey on its own, to the man that could provide what it needed. Amanda couldn't believe what she was hearing. This didn't sound like Isaac at all. For as long as she had known him he had been kind and friendly, one of her best friends. But now he sounded so cruel. For the first time, it dawned on her that maybe there was a reason she felt so strange. She didn't have any clue what he'd been rubbing her with, and now she could hardly control her body. There had to be a connection." Isaac?" She whimpered. "What... what did you do to me?" Her nipples were almost instantly stiff when he touched them, responding nicely to his fingers. Amanda struggled to maintain any sense of composure as each pinch sent shocks through her body. She had played with her breasts before, but it had never felt anything like this. Strange, sensual sounds filled the air, and it took Amanda a moment to realize they were coming from her. She couldn't control her voice. She wanted desperately to push him away. But when she moved her hands to his to push them away, she realized with horror that instead of grabbing his hands and pulling them from her breasts, she was doing what he had asked. Her bra fell to the floor, and she let out a strangled sob. What was going on? It was intoxicating, the amount of control he had over her after such a short amount of time. He had drugged Naomi's drink, and of course had to do much more hoop jumping in order to get the sister into a mess, but it hadn't taken long at all before Amanda already seemed so suggestive, to the point where she had begun moaning and her body was already so readily obedient. Perhaps it was the effectiveness of the drug, or maybe it was the fact that Isaac was now experienced… or maybe it was a combination of both. However, his power over Amanda was only going to make things worse for her, and better for him." What are you talking about, Amanda? This is you, isn't it? I've just relaxed you with a nice little massage, and now your true self can finally come out." A blatant lie, but what did Isaac care at this point. Whether she believed him or not was irrelevant, so long as her body was completely and utterly obedient to him. "You're not going to resist me, in fact… you can't resist. I want you to lay there and think about all the dirty things you want done to you… daydream a little for me, about how good it would feel for me to completely ravish you, how complete it would be to give in. To cum, at my command…" Without warning, Isaac pushed himself off of Amanda for just a second to twist her around, before he uncapped the hot oil and began to pour the drug onto her, starting near the bottom of her neck, before sliding it down all the way to her stomach, before he applied his hands to her body again as he massaged it into her skin, giving it a shiny sheen to melt away any and all resistance she had left. Amanda wanted to deny, it to tell him he was full of it, but she couldn't speak. All she could do was moan as twisted her on the bed so she was on her back. Her breasts were on full display for him as he upended the bottle on her chest and stomach, coating her in the liquid. Everywhere it touched her skin she tingled, and as he began to rub it into her, she could feel a fire growing just beneath her skin. It was as if her whole body was begging for his touch. A small but growing part of her mind wanted to leap at the opportunity he presented, to let him do anything he wanted to her. But she fought it, her mind still clear enough to realize what she was thinking wasn't really her. Another moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers brush over her breasts. Before she realized what she was doing, she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. She raged inside her head, trying desperately to figure out a way to get away, to tell him to stop, anything that would get him to stop touching her like this. If he kept going, she wasn't sure she'd even want him to stop. That thought more than any of the others was what gave her the strength to speak." Isaac!" She cried in between moans. "Stop! I don't... don't want this... please. Just let me go. I'm begging you... just... stop." Her voice was quiet, and her words punctuated with moans of pleasure. She could feel her pussy dripping, and the wet fabric of her panties clinging to her skin. It was all becoming too much for her to bear. Where was Naomi, anyway? Amanda thought that if only she could scream loud enough, her sister would come running and save her from this nightmare. However, despite her best efforts, the most she could force out of her lungs was an erotic cry, not nearly enough to reach Naomi, sill shut up in her bathroom. It was a valiant effort, but as Amanda kept talking, kept pleading with him, Isaac only became further obsessed with changing her tune. He could see the wild look in her eyes, he could feel her body already obedient, while her mind grasped at sanity. She was taking a different route than her sister, but this time he wasn't just looking for a quick fuck with the insurance that he wouldn't get caught. This time he wanted complete obedience, he wanted a slave. His hand slid over to her neck in order to cut off her cry, as he stared down at her while his other hand slid down her body, leaving a trail of the slick, oily chemical. "Enough, it's time to give in Amanda. It's no longer up to you to say no. There's only one thing left to say, to repeat, and they will be the next words from your lips. You will pledge your obedience to me, now… pledge." He ordered her, as he snaked one finger down underneath her panties. The finger wiggled down, past her patch and her clit… before with one quick striking motion penetrated her entrance. It pushed into her, sliding in to coat within with just a little bit of the chemical as if to puppeteer her. In reality, he was simply adding the chemical to seep directly into her blood stream, and to intoxicate her body to much more dangerous levels. The more Isaac spoke to her, the longer she was under the effects of the drug, the harder it became for Amanda to resist. Her body was already sending him all the signals that she wanted him, and her mind was having a difficult time staying out of his grip. She choked as he grabbed her neck, but she couldn't struggle. She heard his words as though from far away. They sounded distant, but their meaning was crystal clear. It felt as though she was somehow outside herself, as if she was observing what was happening from someone else's perspective. It was terrifying, but at the same time she wanted very badly to do as he asked." I... I will," Amanda heard her voice say. She fought it with everything she had, but it wasn't enough. "I'm yours." The only sensation she could still feel was pleasure, and when his finger pushed inside of her she screamed in ecstasy. Her body was hungry for his attention, and she no longer had the will to resist him. Her insides squeezed around him, as if trying to pull his finger in deeper. She could feel the oil burning inside of her, and the heat in her body increased to the point that she felt she was burning. She squirmed and writhed as it ate at her from the inside out. Furthermore, she felt like she was going to die, but she still felt the intense arousal the drug was designed for. He held her neck until he heard her finally give in, before releasing his hand in order to allow her to easily breathe again. He leaned into her before kissing her now, while his finger continued to explore her, enjoying as her body writhed underneath his own. His kiss wasn't deeply passionate or loving, but rather forceful and rough. He wanted to use her, and once he broke off the kiss, from his voice came orders, direct and without question." I want you on your knees Amanda. I want you to beg me to fuck you, to ravage you. You need me, Amanda, and only if you obey will I even think about providing you my seed. And don't even think about touching yourself without my permission, now… start begging." Isaac pulled away from her, but was tense in seeing whether without his touching, without any more string whether she would comply. The chemicals were now already within her bloodstream, it was a question of after her will had already given in, if she could mount up enough willpower to resist while in such heat. As much as the drug had taken its desired effect upon her, there was still a part of Amanda that resisted it, and when Isaac pulled his fingers out of her she was able to fight, if only a little. Unfortunately, all it really managed to do was cause her movements to be shaky and awkward, as well as making the fact that she was ultimately unable to resist doing as he told her all the harder for her to deal with. She couldn't imagine how things had gotten to this point so quickly. One minute she had been enjoying a massage from a trusted friend, and the next she was losing her mind to some strange drug and being forced to do what she was told, humiliated and used. She got to her hand and knees in front of him, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes, filled with tears as she fought against his control. "I... I want you, Isaac. I need your... cock inside me. Please... fuck me... I need it. I beg you." Her words sounded foreign to here ears. She fought them every inch of the way, but they still forced themselves past her lips. All she wanted was for this nightmare to be over, for Naomi to come and save her or for Isaac to stop and say it had all been some kind of sick joke. Anything other than what she was doing now. She couldn't stand the thought of him actually going through with it. Unfortunately, she had no such luck. The drugs were in her, like fire in her veins. She had taken far more than was safe at this point, and the fact that some of it had entered through such a sensitive area only made things worse. The only thing stronger than the burning pain that permeated her whole body was the desire that she felt pushing her to her limits. Isaac prepared himself as she got down onto her hands and knees in front of him and obeyed his orders to the tee. His hands moved to his pants as he unbuttoned and zipped them down, pulling them off along with his boxers as before pushing them off of her bed. His cock was already erect, hard from listening to her eager moans and the feeling of her tight entrance which had even given his finger a tight squeeze. But, it was the tears in Amanda's eyes that stopped him from straight up granting her desire. He knew he could push her farther… she was still resisting inside, still believing that she didn't want this. Well, he didn't want to make the same mistake as what had happened to Naomi. This time, while Amanda was under the influence of the drug she'd get to know his member… and come to the understanding that she needed him before he penetrated her, rather than needing to be convinced after. His right hand moved to gently massage himself, while his left slid along her hair for a little bit before gripping it and pulling her forward, as he pushed his cock against her face." Tell you what, Amanda. Since you're being such a good girl, I'm going to do you a favor. Why don't you smell it, have a taste, and tell me what you think? After all, if you enjoy it, then you'll know not to waste it later when we do it." He told her, as he continued to masturbate a little in order to let a little precut come out, as he smeared it a bit on her lips.

Addiction [Zero & Sweetie]|rating:1.0

The Stowaway -Closed-

-Nathan Reynolds age 28 Looks, Captain and Smuggler of WASP 487a-"Fucking piece of shit," I yelled trying to escape every bullet coming my way "Easy job my ass I swear to everything if I see that son of a bitch again I'll kill him." I escaped to one of the space docks grabbing my shoulder where one of the stray bullets finally made its mark as I pressed the comm to my ships Ai I yelled and said: "Lace get the ship prepped for launch." I heard a bunch of quirks and beeps before I said: "I don't care if there are locks on the damn ship get rid of them and get the ship to my location now." I heard a beep and said, "No I didn't get the money the guy owed me this isn't the time for this shit get it down." I made my way to one of the many deserted docks and said: "There you are you beautiful beauty you." As I said that police found me and began shooting as they began to shout in some large I didn't even know nor would I ever want to as a lift began to descend from my ship I jumped onto it grabbing as I held tight I yelled: "Get us out of here." as the ship flew off dodging every obstacle in the way as the lift made it into the ship I pressed a button and said "activate hyperdrive and get us out of this system I waited a few minutes before I breathed a sigh of relief as the ship Ai began to beep and blare and I covered my ear and said "What in blazes." As I began to press a button Lace started in over the comm telling me something was wrong that the cargo hold that was empty was now filled with a weight of hundred to hundred sixty as my mind started to process it I made my way to the cargo hold and pressed the intercom and said in a stern voice "Listen I don't know who you are but get out where I can see you, or I will eject the cargo bay you got five seconds to comply. Shadows were dark and deep in the warehouse as the WASP 487a spaceship sat there. The name WASP stood for Warp Auxiliary Select Power. Whoever had named it that had apparently had a wicked sense of humor as these ships were not at all sleek like the old Earth insect. Their shape more resembled the old Earth bumblebee, causing them to be nicknamed BEE by most individuals - Behind Everything Else. That was not to say that they were slow, and as far as transport off this hellhole, it would have to do. The ship sat at the moment with its cargo bay open. Antigravity devices were attached to each crate, aiding the workers as they floated cargo through the open door. Inside stood an ensign, apparently in charge of the loading as he read off a manifest. She watched closely as several containers were added without checking them off. Ahhh. Smugglers. Maybe they would be a bit lax on security. Súile Lamented further back in the shadows, watching closely. In the need for blending in and not making noise, she had removed her armor and braided her red hair in one long braid before throwing her long forest green cape over the leather jerkin and tights, with a small bodkin tucked in her belt. Rolling the mail she stuffed it in a corner of the dark loading dock and, pulling her cape hood up over to help hide her red hair, she waited for her opening. It came when they walked away to argue over something. She wasn't paying attention to what they said. Without her armor, she was able to slip into the ship without making any noise. Quickly scoping out the cargo hold, she found a dark corner where she could hide. No sooner was she settled than the ensign returned and battened everything down. In a minute or two, she felt the ship shift. At least now, technically, she was off this planet. Now hopefully, she would be able to hitch a ride to somewhere where they didn't know her. She could hear a commotion outside the ship. Was it possible that Payton Per Verdict had tracked her down? Shit! Shit! Shit! Quickly standing, she headed towards an inner door and opened it. Another cargo hold! This one appeared empty, and she slipped in and looked for a place to hide. Plenty of dark corners here, and she hunkered down, waiting. Suddenly, there was a voice filling the room. Listen I don't know who you are but get out where I can see you, or I will eject the cargo bay you got five seconds to comply. She didn't dare move. This could be a trick. Knowing her luck lately, she was probably on a ship owned by Payton Per Verdict. He was devious enough that she could see the man having a fleet of smugglers working for him. She held her breath and tried glimmering. If the man went looking for her, she would be hard to see. She hoped that he wouldn't really eject the cargo bay. I stood there waiting the five seconds but when time was up I thought I may go another route as I pressed open the cargo bay door I walked through as I slammed my palm against the wall as I did that a few times I was hoping whoever was hiding would give themselves up "Listen I don't care who you are what you want, but hiding is not going to help." As I walked around the corner I caught a glimpse of a shiny glimmer as I pressed the comm, on my belt and whispered softly "Lace bring the ships' gravity offline." As the gravity turned off I jumped into the air as I started to swim to where the glimmer was heading getting up close to it, I grabbed at it as I said in a loud stern voice "Gotcha." As I said that the gravity went on slamming me onto the ground as I looked up and yelled: "Damn it, Lace." I looked at my hand still gripping whatever it was as something caught my eye a piece of fabric as I looked around "Ok that was a neat trick, but now I know you're here in my cargo bay show yourself." As I said that I grabbed my gun out of my holster as I blasted it into the nearby wall causing a smoldering hole. Suite waited holding her breath. Most people wouldn't notice the residual energy being dissipated when she glimmered. They usually look for something solid. The bay door opened. The man's blue eyes were hooded by his scowl as they darted about. He walked along hitting the cargo wall with his open hand and appeared more irritated than angry. Maybe something in her favor? Listen I don't care who you are what you want, but hiding is not going to help. Glimmering uses a lot of energy, and she could feel her strength draining. It had been over 24 hours since she had eaten, with that asshole Per Verdict not letting up in his hunt for her. Suddenly, gravity disappeared, and she felt herself lift off from her hiding spot. She couldn't glimmer and try to swim away and not pass out. His hand grabbed her cloak just as the gravity returned and they both slammed to the floor. She was in a huddle on the floor and felt him quickly get to his feet, with him holding a portion of her cape. Ok that was a neat trick, but now I know you're here in my cargo bay show yourself. Her energy expended, she slowly appeared before him. Her green cloak effectively hid her form from his gaze as she really didn't have the strength to stand, or even lift her head. Furthermore, her normally blue eyes were now green, evidence of the energy used, and would slowly return to blue once she was reenergized. She would have flinched when the gun blaster into the wall, but her strength was gone. If this man worked for Per Verdict, then she was dead. I looked down to see a woman's figure wrapped in a cloak I bent down as I placed my hand on her chest feeling her chest raise up and down I smirked as I said "Well at least your not dead that remains to be seen though coming onboard my ship stowing away is very frond upon any captain of a ship." I pulled her cloak a bit off her checking out her body for any injuries "Now are you going to tell me your name or will I have to chuck your beautiful body on the next sleazy port we come upon." I reached down and grasped her shoulder finally see her eyes change color "God you're beautiful." I was paged as Lace started beeping and bopping saying something about some ship was following our hyperdrive trail I looked down at the girl and said "Fucking sake what did you bring on my ship." His hand felt warm on her body - a welcome relief as despite the cloak the low energy made her cold. The cold floor of the cargo bay was cold too, its metal hard and unforgiving. Well at least your not dead that remains to be seen though coming onboard my ship stowing away is very frond upon any captain of a ship. Poking and prodding as he looked for broken bones, she didn't put up any fight. She had played her wild card, and it had not worked. Now now are you going to tell me your name or will I have to chuck your beautiful body on the next sleazy port we come upon. His hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. It would take some food and sleep to get her eyes back to their true blue so at the moment, they were a blend of blue and green. It was teal colored eyes that looked out from a pale face. The hood of her cape fell back to reveal her striking red hair in its long braid.God, you're beautiful. He seemed to be talking to someone through his ear comm and fear shot through her. Something told her that who she ran from was hot on her trail. Was this man going to turn her over to him or dump her out into space? Either would mean certain death. Payton Per Verdict wanted her enough to kill anyone that got in his way. Fucking sake what did you bring on my ship. She closed her eyes in pain. "I am sorry, but he will kill me if you turn me over to him." This wasn't going well at all someone was after this girl I tried to weigh all my options "Lace extend the hyperdrive as much as this rust bucket can handle." I looked at the girl as I reached out and picked her up as I shouted: "Bring the weapons online and shields at maximum." As I walked out of the cargo bay with the girl in my arms I headed straight for the medical bay as I reached inside the doorway I placed her on the nearest bed as I looked to her and said: "You will tell me everything after this is all over." As I left the medical bay I went straight for flight deck as I made it into the room and sat onto my seat as I pressed a few buttons as I brought onto the screen as I said: "Lace bring us out of hyperdrive and bring us about." I watched intently as a ship also came out of hyperdrive as I pressed the button bringing a hail as I said "This is Captain Reynolds of the ship WASP 487a weapons are trained on you as I speak so what seems to be the issue." Speaking into the comm in his ear, the man picked her up in his arms. She was too exhausted to fight or run, so she accepted him and hoped that she was not making a mistake. He told someone named Lace to press hyperdrive to the max, shouting orders as he carried her through the ship's corridors. Reaching a doorway, it slid open, and he quickly placed her on the first bed available. His look was piercing. You will tell me everything after this is all over. And he was gone. She was exhausted and could really do little more that curl up on top of the bed, drawing her cape around herself as she fell asleep.*****"Have you tracked her down yet?" Peyton Per Verdict's brooding face filled the view screen. Captain Clayton felt a chill run through him. Per Verdict was not one to cross." We think that we have tracked her down to a ship that was on the loading dock near where she was last sighted, sir."" You think? You think?" Perhaps I should get rid of you and find someone that knows. I need her alive." A smile, wicked as it was, curled his lips. "At least, I need her here alive. After that..." The face faded out and Clayton suddenly felt a little sorry for this woman." Sir, the ship's dropped out of hyperspace, and he's posturing. And he's hailed us." This is Captain Reynolds of the ship WASP 487a weapons are trained on you as I speak so what seems to be the issue." Captain Reynolds, this is Captain Clayton of the Peek skill. We are hunting a dangerous fugitive. We have reason to believe that she may be hiding aboard your ship. She could be easily overlooked, and we have men standing by to aid you. If you will just give the coordinates, we can beam over and find her and remove her before she can kill." Crayton waited, hoping that this ruse would work. He would hate to tell Per Verdict that he had lost the scent. I sat back in my chair as I processed what Captain Clayton was saying about the stowaway I pressed the mic in response as I said "If this will get me on my way to my next destination than by all means you have permission to board but be warned if there is a person like that on my ship I will deal with it my way." As I pressed the mic off I began to set up a beam between both ships"This wasn't going to go well." As I walked over to the pad I waited a few minutes as I took out my gun and kept it pointed at the pad area as the Captain and a few others materialized in front of me as I placed my weapon I nodded my head in respect and said "Make this quick gentleman I have a delivery to make and if I am late I won't be so nice." As I took the lead and showed them around the ship watching them ever so intently as I got to the med bay where the girl was holed up I pointed to her as I said: "This is my payment from my last job still trying to determine if she is free of any diseases." The screen went blank as Clayton sat there a second. Blinking in surprise, he turned to his second in command." Yourg, you have the chair. If we don't return, you know what to tell Peyton Per Verdict." The man nodded. The coordinates came in and Clayton and two others punched them in. The transfer only took about 10 seconds, and they were greeted, and he used the term loosely, by Captain Reynolds, with his phaser drawn though not pointed directly at his head. There was common courtesy between captains as the tour of his ship began. A quick glance told him that his men were ready to grab the woman should she be found. The ship seemed clear despite its size, until they reached sick bay. There was a figure curled up on a bed. All they were able to make out was that it was humanoid. This is my payment from my last job still trying to determine if she is free of any diseases. One of his men reached out and pulled the dark green hood back to reveal the telltale red hair. Clayton's pulse raced as he nodded to the young ensign. The ensign grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face them.*****Suite was quiet. She could feel the danger nearby and held her breath. Now was a time when she wanted to glimmer. Yet, until she had some food and rest, she was in essence a sitting duck. Her desire to run was there, but she barely had the strength to turn over. She heard the door open, felt the change in air pressure. Heard the man's attempt at downplaying her being there. But she knew that as soon as they saw her hair and then her eyes, they would know, and it would sign her death sentence. The hood of her cape was drawn back revealing her red hair. There was a brief hesitation before the hand turned her over and teal eyes looked back. She heard the death knell. It was a voice of authority that spoke." I'm afraid, Captain Reynolds, that it's her. Whoever sold her to you has passed off a highly dangerous criminal to you. We will take her off your hands. It's lucky that you had us check things out." Clayton nodded to the ensign to take possession of the woman. I pulled out my gun and placed it at the temple of the ensign and said: "That was a very bad move to do on my ship." As I looked at the Captain I said "I bring you onto my ship and here you go trying to steal my property for one I don't give a flying shit on what she has done and for two I haven't had the chance to sample her myself now you best get off my ship otherwise I will kill your ensign where he stands." As I held the gun not moving in any shape or form I could tell this was going to get ugly as I slowly moved my hand to my belt activating Lacy as I looked to one of the cameras was I smiled giving her a clue to activate the ships defenses as well as raise the ship shield "Now remove your hand from my property Ensign or do you want a hole where your brain is. The ensign slipped his arms under her body and started to lift her. She didn't want to die, but at the same time, she had not wanted to cause the death of this man that had tried to help her. Suite was prepared to accept her fate. That was a very bad move to do on my ship. I bring you onto my ship and here you go trying to steal my property for one I don't give a flying shit on what she has done and for two I haven't had the chance to sample her myself now you best get off my ship otherwise I will kill your ensign where he stands. The air was thick with tensions, and she felt the man gripping her body tighten his hold on her. She knew that the man would not turn loose of her unless his captain told him to. And the Captain chasing her would rather die than have to report back to Per Verdict that he had found her and then lost her to some Captain that probably had no idea exactly what he had on his ship. Now remove your hand from my property Ensign or do you want a hole where your brain is. She closed her eyes and knew what was coming. As if in a tunnel a long way off, she heard the Captain chasing her say, "I'm sorry, but I will have taken her." The ensign started to swing her away from the bed as she heard a gun being drawn, though if it was the chasing Captain or the other ensign she had no idea. I smiled as I said "Wrong move asshole." As I said that I shot my gun once unloading a bullet into his temple as it traveled inside his head toward his brain as I watch the Ensign drop dead right there I turned as the other Ensign was pulling out his gun as I bum rushed him into the bulkhead wall as my body connected I started to wail on him something fierce. I turned my head for a slight second as I watched the Captain go to grab the girl as I yelled: "Lacy do it now!" All of a sudden a bright light flashed into the room we were in as I was used to bright lights it didn't affect me much I ran up on the other Captain already pulled out his weapon failing around I brought my fist high as I said "Night asshole." As I brought it down I slammed it against his face knocking him out cold I looked around the room as I said: "Lace bring the lights back to normal if you would please." I heard a few beeps and blips and said: "Yeah I know we still have a ship to deal with." I smiled as I realized something as I said: "Ok Lace target their engine and activate our hyperdrive bring us into deep space." As I heard the one pulse cannon fire I felt the room start to shift as I smiled and said "Good girl." I reached down as I picked up the other Captain as I looked at the redhead as I said: "Think you will want to move." As she did, I threw him on the bed "Lace bring restraints online and trap our friend here until he is woken up." As the ensign started to swing her away, she heard a weapon fire, and she was dropped back onto the metal sickbay bed with a thud. The room became a jumble of loud noises, yells, screams, grunts and thumps. She couldn't believe that this man was fighting three men all on his own, and she wondered when the rest of his crew would come to his aid. She owed a lot to this Captain Reynolds, should he survive this attack. Should she survive this attack? She wished that she had the energy to help him fight. She missed her chain mail. Dammit, she didn't have the strength to draw the bodkin still tucked in her belt. Once again hands were on her, and she knew that this must be the chasing Captain. For just a second, she saw pity in his eyes. He knew that he was signing her death warrant. It was probably her or him. Captain Reynolds yelled something and the room was awash with the brightest light. She turned her head in pain, almost like a scarring on her retinas. The hands left her, and it was followed by the words Night asshole. She kept her eyes closed, still seeing the harsh lights burn through her eyelids, heard the sickening crunch of metal hitting bone. The Captain asked for lights down to a normal level and it became reasonable. Then he mentioned into his ear com about the other Captain's ship. Crap! She hated being this weak. No food for a day and a half, no sleep for at least that long, and then glimmering had used every bit of strength. He gave his command and she felt the ship respond. His crew minded well. He bent over to hoist the unconscious man up. Think you will want to move. She tried to slide off the bed and stand, but instead wound up kneeling by the side. A warrior weakened by her own ineptness. She was ashamed. She heard the clamps activated and stared down at the floor, unable to even stand." Sir. I am sorry but I need sustenance." And then everything went black as she crumpled in a heap on the floor. As I felt the ship stop I looked at the girl as I heard "Sir. I am sorry but I need sustenance." As she fell to the floor "Fuck!" I bent down taking notice of her body checking her head as well as her chest I couldn't help but smile as I said: "Must be my lucky day getting a beauty like you onboard my ship but such a hassle as well." I gently picked her body up as I proceeded out of the med bay toward where I kept food as I got to a table I sat her up against the wall sitting her up as I went to work cooking as exotic smells started filling the room I cooked a simple dish some Hesperia space eel with some toasted bread on the side as I made my way back to the table I noticed the girl was staring at me "This will fill you up for the time being." I placed it in front of her as I said: "Go ahead and eat." As I watched her dig in I asked her a couple of question for one being "What is your name and why the hell are you on my ship?" Soon the smell of food reached her nostrils and her stomach growled in response, rousing her from her stupor. She became aware that she was no longer in the sick bay and continued leaning back against the wall until the Captain placed the food before her. This will fill you up for the time being. Go ahead and eat. She began, grateful for the food. He at least let her eat in silence for a while, and despite her hunger, she remembered her upbringing and used her manners. The inevitable questions arose, and she felt that she at least owed this man an answer to all his queries. As she spoke, her voice had a light musical lilt to it, so different from the warrior garb that she wore." I suppose that you deserve an explanation. First, though, let me introduce myself. I am Suite Gas, which is my name and my race. The name is ancient Earth, from a race called the Irish. It means green eyes. We are, or rather were, the Green Eyes. Once we numbered many, like the grasses on the plains. Like the trees of the forest. We were a proud people. We were warriors that preferred peace, and maybe that was our downfall. A people without a world, we lived in shadows, keeping to ourselves, fighting only to survive. We became a legend. You may never have heard of the Suite Gas, the Green Eyes. Slowly we died until there was just a handful of us. Maybe 50 or so. Now there is just me, as far as I know. As the last surviving Suite Gas, I hold a power that someone wants. Peyton Per Verdict."" We got our name because of our special power. The ability to bend light around our bodies. We call it Glimmering. It uses large amounts of my power, but as long as I am well rested and well-fed, I can survive it well. After glimmering, my eyes turn from blue to green, and remain green, slowly turning back to blue once I am fully recharged. I know that my eyes still have a green tinge to them - I can feel it. The food helps, but I do need sleep to fully recharge."" Enter Peyton Per Verdict. Dangerous no matter how you look at him. He has developed a... machine, for lack of a better term. This... machine has the ability to sap the power or whatever it is that lets me become invisible." She grew quiet for a moment, remembering." I watched him kill my family. My mother, my father, my brother. As far as I know, I am the last. My father died helping me to escape, but it cost me my family. This Captain that you fought and have strapped to a bed in the sick bay, was sent by Per Verdict to bring me back. Then that evil man can put me in his machine and drain my ability, but it will turn my body to dust and I will be the last Suite Gas to die. And then nothing can stop Per Verdict for he will have the power of an entire race. Until then, it will not work. It is all or nothing for him. And nothing is not an option that Per Verdict accepts. And if this Captain does not bring me back, I am sure that he will die either by Per Verdict's edict, or by his own hand. Per Verdict does not like failure. He does not accept failure. And now that you have aided me, I have put a target on your back, and for that I am deeply sorry." She took a minute to finish the food. "But I do not expect you and your crew to do this alone. I have been trained as a warrior and will help you fight. I just need sleep to finish rejuvenation. Running for one's life does not exactly allow for a regular life. That food was just what I needed. Thank you." She finished the meal and stood, a bit wobbly and a hesitant smile on her face. "If you will lead the way, I can get some sleep." As I watched her eat with her telling me about who she was and who her people were this gave me a lot to ponder as I grabbed a small cup of water as I placed it to my lips "You say I am now on this wanted list of Peyton since I helped you escape I am on no one's team not yours not your so-called evil villain I was perfectly content with my scavenging job but since you just had to stowaway on my ship and not on any other that means a bunch of a headache nonsense I don't want into." The way her clothes looked gave me a clue on what she could afford "So you want this to happen me and my crew are to fight tooth and nail to defeat your foe but see the thing I am not getting is what's in it for me, I mean you don't have any money on you otherwise you would have found a better ship so what you expect me to fight for you simply because you asked me and think I will do the noblest thing." I pressed the button on the wall making where we could see outside the ship "See those ships right there I pointed they are called Planet crackers a lot of people live and die doing that I was born on one of those it was called the USG Chimera that is where I come from." I placed my cup on the table as I said "What can you offer me that will make me want to help you?" His words went through her and stopped her in her tracks. She had grown up in a world of honor. Made her forget that honor no longer existed. Perhaps it never had, except among her people. An honor that you help those in need. Though in a way she did not blame him for not wanting to deal with Per Verdict." Ah, I see. I'm very sorry to have put you and your crew in danger. As you have correctly ascertained, I have nothing. Save my bodkin." She removed the small knife from the belt around her waist and placed it on the table between her empty plate and his cup. The weapon was sharp though well-used and had been cared for. One look told him it was old, and she treasured it greatly." I am sorry to have imposed upon you and your crew and put you on danger. This is all that I have of value. I hope that it will repay you for your time and inconvenience. And perhaps if you could drop me on the first world available. I understand that you will reveal all this to Per Verdict. At least this may give me a small head start. I will wait to rest until once I reach the world where...where you leave me." Her long red hair, still in it heavy plait, was straight as an arrow down her back, ending at her buttocks. At this moment she greatly missed her chain mail. But regret was a wasted emotion. Her blue-green eyes told of her weariness and she threw her green cape over her shoulders, pulling the hood up so that only those eyes looked out at him. The hem of the cape brushed against the tops of her boots. She was once again a warrior." I will wait out in the hall for you to lead me to the transporter." She left him in the galley and stepped out into the hall, leaning against the wall. She hated to part with her bodkin. It had been in her family for more than 7 generations. She had managed to make wrong decision after wrong decision, and it looked at if her run just to survive would soon be at an end. Hopefully this Captain would leave her on a planet that was inhabitable. Though tired, she was a Suite Gas, and as such had her pride. As I looked at what she placed before me a small weapon of sorts a primitive weapon at best I listened to her telling me her plan as I chuckled a few times "You're not very good at making deals and trying to keep yourself alive I find it hard to believe you have survived this long without some type of help." As I placed my hands together thinking of many ways I could profit from this my feelings came into play as I thought of this girl's safety weighing before any others. As I watched her turn around and bring the cloak over her face waiting for me, I finally said "I will make you a deal for this knife you can stay on this ship for the time being, but I expect you to pull your weight around it's going to be no luxury cruise or any shit like that the AI takes care of the basic stuff on the ship I expect you to keep the ship clean and help here and there and for that I will give you shelter from Peyton Per dick that means I will help you in any way I can but if it gets too dangerous I will cut loose and make a beeline for the nearest safe galaxy what do you say to those terms I set forth? She gritted her teeth as he spoke, finding it hard to keep her tongue still.You're not very good at making deals and trying to keep yourself alive I find it hard to believe you have survived this long without some type of help. At least the hood of her cape would hide the anger that she felt. Were she not that last of her race, she would almost welcome Per Verdict to staying in the midst of such an egotistical asshole. I will make you a deal for this knife you can stay on this ship for the time being, but I expect you to pull your weight around it's going to be no luxury cruise or any shit like that the AI takes care of the basic stuff on the ship I expect you to keep the ship clean and help here and there and for that I will give you shelter from Peyton Per dick that means I will help you in any way I can but if it gets too dangerous I will cut loose and make a beeline for the nearest safe galaxy what do you say to those terms I set forth? She had been biting her tongue through his whole speech. And he may make fun of Per Verdict, but was only an idiot that did not see what others see. There would be no safe galaxy for him once on Peyton Per Verdict's bad side. And bad sides were the only sides that man had. Already, she was sure that the man was being informed as to what had happened." Understood." Her answer was curt and she paused a moment. "Is there somewhere I can sleep. Then I can begin work." He had mentioned AI but what about this Lacy that he had spoken to? Who was Lacy?*****Your felt apprehensive about this whole thing, as he was sure Captain Clayton was. So in a way, he was not too surprised when the ship fired at them, hitting their engine and temporarily crippling the ship, before the Wasp 487a winked into hyperdrive. With trepidation, he hailed Per Verdict. This news was not going to make the man happy." This is Captain Your of the Peak skill." Per Verdict's face filled the screen and Your felt a chill run down his spine. Dealing directly with the man was scary. Peyton was not happy. "I take it that Clayton is no more?" The voice was deep and dangerous." Yes sir. Once the Captain and two others had boarded the ship, we were fired upon, temporarily disabling our engines while they fled through hyperspace. We are repairing the damage and meanwhile, we have picked up an ion trail for the ship, a Wasp 487a run by a Captain Reynolds. We are working to finish repairs before the ion trail dissipates. Then we can trail them."" A Captain Reynolds, eh? I will see what my vast network knows about the man. Let me know when you begin trailing him." Once the screen went blank, Your realized just how much he had been sweating. Damn Clayton! As I listened to her response I couldn't help but smile as he stood he motioned with one finger indicating for her to follow him as they went down a corridor he stopped a short of a few steps as he pressed the button and the door slid open showing a small room filled with all kinds of junk as well as a mess on the bed and on the floor "Yeah sorry about that I only have the oneunoccupiedmainly for storage, but I'm sure you can rearrange it how you want it just fair warning about two scavenger ago a type of rodent escaped confinement and I have yet to be able to find the damn thing so yea fair warning oh yeah get your quarters cleaned up Miss Gas." As I left the room and made my way down the corridor I could hear a few choice words being directed my way in a language I didn't know I smiled as I made my way back to med bay to get better acquitted with our other guest as I got to the door and opened it I came at a perfect time as Lacey was making sure our guest was quite comfortable sending jolt filled shocks to his body "Now where were we when we were so rudely interrupted by your foolish ensign?" How she wished that she was in his cargo hold, inconspicuous. She had managed so far to remain at least a step or two ahead of Per Verdict and his people. Now, she was caught. Still alive, though for how long was the question. She didn't trust this Captain Reynolds. Couldn't trust him. This was the kind of man that would turn her in if it would line his coffers. This Captain could be more dangerous than Per Verdict. At least with Per Verdict, she knew that he wanted her dead, wanted her power. Per Verdict was a known component. He was Death. But what was Reynolds? Death? Danger? Or what? The man could be the more deadly of the two. Lulled by a false sense of security, he could very easily turn her over to the man himself despite his words. Evil, or more evil? His smile made her on her guard. The finger crooking for her to follow down the inner hall to a door. The stench that wafted from the doorway as he pressed a button reminded her of a garbage crate. Inside it looked as if someone had shat and then shook the contents up, spilling everything everywhere.Yeah, sorry about that I only have the one unoccupied mainly for storage, but I'm sure you can rearrange it how you want it just fair warning about two scavenger ago a type of rodent escaped confinement and I have yet to be able to find the damn thing so yea fair warning oh yeah get your quarters cleaned up Miss Gas. The words that she let slip were not allowed in polite society. It was her anger that caused it, and should her father had ever known, he would have been shamed at her by her lack of diplomacy. The Captain made no show of even hearing nor understanding her words. Probably for the best. She could not do too much work without sleeping. So she quickly cleaned off the bed, stripping it so at least there was as little filth under her as possible. The sound of scuttling in a corner told her that there was indeed something that shared the room with her. Soon she closed her eyes and sleep overtook her. For all she knew, the world marched through the room. Her body began to recharge itself as she slumbered until when she slowly awoke, blue eyes staring into the murky room. Looking back at her were small, beady eyes, black and curious. The creature seemed surprised to find her in its habitat. Fingers slow and stealthy reached into her sleeve. The creature had no time to run, or even squeal as the dubber plunged into the rat. Feeling much better and stronger, she got up and threw the carcass into the incinerator before she began cleaning the room. She wiped clean the dubber and hid it within the folds of her clothes before continuing her work.*****It felt as if he was going to explode. Captain Clayton couldn't move. He didn't know where the girl or this Captain Reynolds had gone but as the pain shot through his body, he knew that the man that had hired him would not give up. The door opened, and Captain Reynolds entered, entirely too genial for the way that Clayton felt. Now where were we when we were so rudely interrupted by your foolish ensign? As I talked with Captain Clayton for a good bit asking him to spill any details he had on this Payton Per Verdict the way he spoke of him he was fearful of him and probably good reason as I asked him my last question I then said "I'll tell you what I will do for you Clayton forget the girl and slip away there is a planet full of women humanoids that would be the perfect place to retire settle down and have a kid or two." As I saw the smile appear on his face I knew what his decision was as I stood up I spoke with a soft voice "Lacey plant a course to 2.55.77 Planet lumens." As I heard a beep confirmed I stood up as I said "Rest and relax till we get there and for safety measures this door will be locked till then you understand of course." I walked out of the room pressing a button locking the door as I headed back to the room I left Suite in as I got to the door I pressed it open revealing a nice cleaned up room as I laughed to myself "Very good work Suite I hope the creature wasn't too much of a hassle for you." As I held out my hand waiting for her to produce the weapon she was hiding "I'm not going to keep it just want to take a look at." She wanted to hate this Captain Reynolds but at least he was promising to get her as far as possible from Per Verdict. Though putting her in a rathole of a room was not her favorite place to sleep, she had to admit that she had slept in worse places. And she had noted his scruffy good looks. Nothing like Latch Gas, her betrothed. They never had their time. He was one of the first that Peyton Per Verdict had assimilated, his power soon joined by her family. Latch's blue eyes showed humor in days before the evil that had claimed him. His hair as red as a dying sun. Not like the dark brooding looks of this Captain Reynolds. No sooner had she finished cleaning than the door opened and Reynolds entered, with a smile that told her that he had gotten this room cleaned without having to do it himself. Her eyes, now blue, looked back at him unflinchingly. She had been trained as a warrior. And it was a warrior that looked back at him. Very good work Suite I hope the creature wasn't too much of a hassle for you. She didn't answer. A wise person knows when words are needed. She stood before him, quiet and proud. So she raised an eyebrow in question when he held out his hand, as if waiting for payment. I'm not going to keep it just want to take a look at. She wondered if he had the room bugged. Perhaps he just assumed that she had another hidden weapon. Father had always taught her that technology could fail you. A phaser? You need power. A gun? Bullets. Etc. But a weapon that you use with your hands, your strength, your cunning, you always have. He might not know exactly what she had, but perhaps he supposed that she had another weapon. Just how many she may have she would not say. She reached into her sleeve to retrieve Theiler. She had cleaned it and the ARL wood handle had from years of use, worn down to shape well in her hand. Now she would find out if he was a man of his word. As I felt the weapon being placed in my hand by Suite I couldn't help but bring it up to where I could see it more closely as I said "A weapon like this is quite remarkable I am sure you have been trained well with it, of course, I wonder if my blood will be on it after all this is said and done." I held the sharp end as I handed it back to her as I said "There is going to be a quick stop I've decided to drop Captain Clayton off on a class 5 humanoid planet be warned though as we stop there will be a certain dress code for females so you will need to play along while we are on planet that means I chuckled for a bit as I said the following "Sexy attire if you can pull that off if not we will have to get you something at one of the shops." As I turned around the headed out the door as I said "Come with me." She watched him test its weight, the ARL wood warming to the touch and contrasting with the coldness of the metal. He could tell it was well-used but taken care of. A weapon like this is quite remarkable I am sure you have been trained well with it, of course, I wonder if my blood will be on it after all this is said and done. She did not tell him that she had been trained since two years old as to how to fight. Though they had been a gentle race they knew how to battle. Handing it back to her, he spoke. There is going to be a quick stop I've decided to drop Captain Clayton off on a class 5 humanoid planet be warned though as we stop there will be a certain dress code for females so you will need to play along while we are on planet that means, Sexy attire if you can pull that off if not we will have to get you something at one of the shops. Come with me. There was the briefest of hesitation as she followed him out of the room. "Can I not just stay on the ship? That way I would not have to change." She would feel uncomfortable without her cape and weapons. Perhaps he planned on dumping her on the planet - leaving her easy prey for Per Verdict to find her. "You could confine me to quarters." What kind of planet was this place they were heading to, a brothel? She had heard of such, planet-wide brothels solely for the use of providing pleasure to others. I chuckled seeing Suite hesitate "Nonsense the planet is safe, and I might need your help with getting supplies needed for the ship and the point is for us to trust each other am I right." As I entered the cockpit I sat down as I pointed to the second seat "At times I won't be fast with piloting, so I will need a copilot you might come up with a made-up name for the time being done you have a childhood nickname that you can use while we are off the ship." As I listened to Suite talking I couldn't help but get an urge or two for her thinking of her pretty face down on my thick hard cock I shook my head trying to get those thoughts out "Now do you have any training on flying any star crafts?" Trust each other? She trusted him like he trusted her. Which she suspected was very little. A made-up name? She wasn't going to tell him that name. It was more in line of when she was a child, not of a warrior. Instead, she thought quickly. "Just call me Red." That felt safe enough. As to the "sexy clothes", she would just ignore that, and perhaps it would be forgotten. Now do you have any training on flying any star crafts?" Not that much. Only the basics. We didn't always have access to tons of technology." She was a quick study though and didn't think that she would have that much of a problem. In fact, she suspected that there would be a bigger problem with Captain Reynolds than with his Star craft. I chuckled at the name "Really Red that is the best you could come up with." I, for one, couldn't complain about the name it actually matched her personality "Ok let me teach you the basics this what I am holding my hands onto is the throttle to make the craft go up bring the throttle down basically where you want to go move the stick in the opposite direction to activate weapons press this gray button here and to shoot the two red button on either side of where my thumbs are, pay close attention because at any time I want you on the guns shooting us a clear path." I reached up pressing a button as the ship announced: "Hyperdrive enabled." As I looked at Suite I smiled and said: "We are entering hyperdrive so hold onto something." She watched his basics for flying the craft. Pretty straight forward. Reminded her of the little Rover that they had used to transport between nearby planets. Nodded her understanding. The ship announced hyperdrive, and he told her to hang on. And hang on she did. Pressed back in her seat, the view was magical, and never failed to impress her. While space and time zipped by, she thought back. On his ship, she had not actually seen any other crew. So, who was this Lacy that he talked to over his ear com. What about the guy that she had seen loading the cargo bay back on planet Halcyon? Just a dockworker? I had to say the sight of hyperdrive was something every time as I turned and looked at Suite as I pushed the seat back a bit and turned around facing her "Now we have some time to ourselves I'm sure we could find something to kill some time." As I looked at her body her clothes filled them nicely I had a couple of ideas of having her change her look when we get to the planet "My one question is do you have any other clothing besides that tunic and the outfit you are wearing?" As I watched her start to stir from my question I chuckled a bit. His words made her stomach dip - something sent alarm bell off in her head. The next words cinched it. My one question is do you have any other clothing besides that tunic and the outfit you are wearing? She shifted uncomfortably in the seat." This is all that I have. If I wear my cape, then no one need to see what I'm wearing underneath." Somehow, she suspected that it wouldn't work, but she had to try. I could only imagine what beautiful skin was wasted away hiding behind her outfit and tunic as an idea began to form in my head I couldn't wait to try it out"This planet we are going dropping off Clayton and procure some supplies it may be a majority filled planet with women, but most on the planet are either slaves to single person or they themselves are the masters so for the time being while we are on planetwide I expect you to stick to my side if you don't I'm sure one of the many people will either take you or steal you away." I finally began to form my plan as I said: "Oh and one more thing you will be changing on the planet to something fitting I won't take no for an answer otherwise you can stay and find someone else to hide you from Peyton and I highly doubt it." Shit! His words told her in no uncertain terms that she either dress as he told her to dress and stick by his side, or she would be dumped on the planet and left at the mercy of the dubious elements of the society until Peyton caught up with her and killed her. Not much of a choice, though the embarrassment of a possible skimpy outfit was preferred to eventual death." I understand." She sat back, unsure of what else she should say. Maybe nothing. At least she would be able to return to her regular clothes once they returned to this little Rover. There was a question that had been turning over in her mind and she finally decided to ask it." Where is the rest of your crew? I have yet to see anyone other than you." I simply bowed hearing her answer to the clothing on planetwide as I turned my chair around I heard the question not many ask me "Where is the rest of your crew? Furthermore, I have yet to see anyone other than you." I chuckled "You have a good eye you are the first person to ask me that in a long time I don't really prefer the company of others so instead I had an AI built into the ship named Lacey she is a bit of a pain in the ass at times but saved my ass many times." I pressed the button making the ship exit hyperspace as I looked back and said "It's not that I don't prefer working with people but when you get burned many times even by your ex you have a hard time trusting people you know do me a favor in that left compartment there is a small plasma pistol take it and hide it well better to be armed good than not armed at all am I right and welcome volumes. An AI named Lacey? Interesting. This was a man that preferred to be alone. In a ship this large, if it wasn't to hold crew, then it must be for contraband. A smuggler. A good-looking smuggler to boot. Following his directions, she found the small plasma pistol and secreted in the secret pocket in her cape. As to where she would hide it once they were on the planet would depend upon the stupid costume she would have to wear. Coming out of hyperspace a couple of minutes ago, she had noticed a beautiful blue-green planet quickly starting to fill their view. This must be where they were going to leave that Captain Clayton. Would he really be willing to hide out here on this out of the way planet? Welcome to Lumens"Lumens? I've never heard if it. Do you really think that Captain Clayton would be willing to stay here hiding from Peyton Per Verdict?" She bit her tongue before finishing the question. She was going to say that Peyton Per Verdict was rich and had a long reach. Perhaps that was wrong of her. But the desire for preservation was strong in her. And she definitely wanted to live. As I flew the ship down to the nearest port I couldn't believe I choose to return to this planet "That's because this planet doesn't exist in fact if you tried to ask around for its location no one would know it because you forget about it after you have left it think it has to do with the planet effects or something of that nature and besides it's the safest place to be." As I began to land the ship into one of the empty tether bay's I pressed a button as the ship began to lock in place with the tether "follow behind." As I got out of my seat we walked down to the med bay where Clayton was being held as I hit the side of the wall making the door shoot up as I smiled saying "Right this way captain." As I followed behind him, I pressed my communicator button and said, "Lacey, open up cargo bay 3 and start unloading, and this time don't try to shoot the buyer if they give you a dirty look." As I walked down the ramp I could spot a few onlookers as I turned around and said "Captain Clayton this is where we will part ways you will find a bar down that way tell them I sent you, and they will take good care of you as for you Red lets go shopping I'm thinking something with chains." I said with a wide smirk. A planet that makes you forget that it exists? Very strange. She had never heard of such a thing, though she certainly would not begin to call Captain Reynolds a liar. You don't piss off the man that is trying to help you. Not wanting to pass up a chance to learn all she could, she paid attention as he 'parked' the spacecraft. His order for her to follow was met with her quickly and quietly getting in step behind him. In the sickbay, Clayton waited for them. His eyes flicked over to Captain Reynolds and then lingered when they reached her. She could see approval in his eyes. She had never really thought of herself as pretty or ugly. Furthermore, she just was. Latch had frequently called her a 'Bonnie lass'. She pushed the pain the threatened to rise up back down inside her. This was not the time to feel sorrow for Latch, or sorry for herself. As they left the ship, Captain Reynolds gave Clayton directions on where to head on the planet before washing his hands clean of the man. As for you Red lets go shopping I'm thinking something with chains. She said nothing but was glad to be behind him so he could not see the rolling of her eyes. It did not take long for her to note that every single woman that they met wore practically nothing at all. Oh, some of them may have had their sex covered though at times the material was sheer enough for her to see their shaved Mons. Even pierced nipples were clearly visible through transparent tops. Surprising to her was that she was the one receiving dirty looks from each passerby, and she was starting to understand the gleam in Reynolds' eye. She didn't say anything but deep down inside, there was big urge to slap the man's face for what she was sure was running through his mind. Above all, she needed to make sure that her clothes were not lost or left behind. There were things in them that would be necessary. Things that could make the difference between living free or dying at the hands of Per Verdict. As we walked down the small road I kept my hand on my weapon sure this was a good planet, but you could never be too careful as I brushed past a woman barely dressed my smile widen as I couldn't help but wink in her direction as I looked back to Red I could tell she was a bit fuming and blushing at the women barely wearing anything "I take it you have never seen another naked body before it's natural to see all kinds of things here wait until we get closer to the main city hub I think you will die of embracement." I couldn't help but chuckle as we passed a small shop I turned around and said: "In here." As I walked in I noticed a small elderly lady folding the clothes as I approached her I couldn't help but embarrass Red even further as I said "I bought this slave on the outer planets and I have come here to find her some stuff to wear I am looking for something see through with a bit of chains where I can keep her close to me if you get my meaning." I take it you have never seen another naked body before it's natural to see all kinds of things here wait until we get closer to the main city hub I think you will die of embracement. She ignored him. The words, like a mantra, repeatedly ran through her brain. I am a warrior, I am a warrior, I am a warrior, as if to use it as a shield against this. His chuckle mocked her. He led her into a shop. The little old lady that worked there were folding clothes. Captain Reynolds words embarrassed her, much to her chagrin. I bought this slave on the outer planets and I have come here to find her some stuff to wear I am looking for something see-through with a bit of chains where I can keep her close to me if you get my meaning. The woman nodded, her eye looking Suite over. Her hands, wrinkled but still fast, reached in a pile of clothes and pulled out several outfits. She escorted Suite and Reynolds into a dressing room where she noted a couch against one wall with a bowl of what looked like fruit on the table beside it. Once the door closed, she turned to find Reynolds in the dressing room with her, a big grin on his face." Don't I get some privacy? You get out!" She was indignant! I never saw someone grab clothes faster than this old woman as she scooted both Suite and I into the dressing room as the door closed I saw her pointing to a couch for me to sit on as I took a seat I watched Suite was fuming saying "Don't I get some privacy? You get out!" I couldn't help myself as the grin on my face got bigger as I laughed and said: "Calm yourself I promise I won't peek besides it's all to keep up this charade." As I said all that I brought my hand up to my eyes and said in a smart ass tone "There satisfied or would you prefer me to leave and have that older woman out there question why a slave master is giving his slave privacy." Before she said anything to my response I picked a fruit from the bowl as I stood up and made my way closer to her just giving her about a foot of room as I said in a hushed tone "Maybe one day I'll get to see your body with permission of course." With that, I opened the door and stepped out of the room as I felt the door quickly close behind I smiled as I looked to the older woman and said: "Bring over something that will match her red hair." I walked over to a small chair in the corner of the store as I sat down waiting for Suite to walk out of the room. His smile was definitely a smirk. She hated smirking, hated it with a passion. She wanted to slap his face, but she knew that they were playing a role. Yeah, right! Unfortunately, he had her up against a wall. She was at the moment dependent upon him. Picking up the first outfit, she cringed. Without thinking, she let out a frustrated growl, not caring that the sound could be heard out where that Captain and the old woman could hear it." Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!" Thegreen outfit was barely there. Now the last thing she wanted was for someone to see her in this outfit. Her long red braid hung over her shoulder. With her hand on the door knob, she opened the door." This one is not the one." Her tone was flat and angry. As I sat there fiddling around with Ai program making new commands I was a bit taken back as I heard a yell coming from the dressing room I looked up as the old woman looked at the door as I said loudly "New slaves are so hard to break in." And with that, I smiled, and she smiled back and went back to organizing clothes. I heard the doorknob jiggle as I looked up and saw Suite in the most stunning outfit "Well well well you do look rather stunning and hey if this fight ever ends, and you get revenge on Payton you can retire as a beautiful model but as I heard her say "This one is not the one." I began to laugh loudly as I stood up and walked up closer to her as I said "I think this outfit looks very beautiful on you." As I said that I took out a small device from my pocket and placed it into Suite hand and said "This is a tracking device as well as a teleported from anywhere as long as it's a 2-mile radius it will be teleported back to the ship so consider yourself a crew member on board my ship." I was about to say something else before the old woman came over to the dressing room and placed a red outfit in Suite hands as I looked up to her, I softly said "go ahead and try on another one and see if you like it." She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth at the leering way he looked at her. So she was surprised when he gave her a device and told her that she was now a member of the crew. Was he serious? The thing in her hand looked legit. For a moment she was serious, nodding. The old woman came over, and she quickly hid the tracker behind her and took the outfit from the woman. She was angry, and frustrated and a bit touched. What was wrong with her! This second outfit at least covered her up a bit more, and there'd outfit almost matched her hair. Opening the door, she stepped out to see what he thought. I watched her walk back into the dressing room as I looked to the old woman I signaled for her to wrap up the first green dress as I heard the door open again I looked at Suite as her face looked disappointed I began to stand up as I walked over to where she was standing going around her in a circle "My you do seem to have the body for this outfit." as I placed my hand onto her hair feeling the softness. As I got to around her front I could still see the look of anger in her eyes as I said: "Calm down you don't want to make a scene in here." As I said that the front doorbell began to ring as two men and a woman came into the store I looked back to Suite and placed my finger on my lips telling her to not interact. His condescending tone irritated her, but he seemed to know that she was about to verbally rip into him. He warned her. Calm down you don't want to make a scene in here. The doorbell gave notice that new customers had arrived. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had gotten this far by listening to that warning voice. Reynolds gave her a sign to keep quiet. She stepped back behind him, trying to be unnoticed, though it might be a bit difficult in this outfit. Two men and one woman. Something was off. I looked around the shop something was off the old woman that was there disappeared as I muttered to myself "Fuck." I looked at Suite standing behind me as I said: "Slave drivers always looking for slaves to steal and sell them to other parties." I pulled her close to my body as I whispered and said: "Sorry for this." Before she could respond I brought my mouth to hers and began to kiss her passionately as I was doing this I opened my eyes a bit and looked at the two men seeing the woman was out of site "Sorry about that you know what they say about slaves better tasting each minute." One of the guys began to speak and said: "How much for your slave she seems like a mighty fine prize." I chuckled and said, "This one is not for sale I just got her and I want to break her in." This time a woman spoke and said: "Listen, gramps, we can do this easy way or the hard way." Suddenly, the old woman was gone. This was not good. Even though she didn't know Reynolds that well, she knew him well enough to know that he sensed the danger too. Fuck. Slave drivers always looking for slaves to steal and sell them to other parties. His arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her close to him. This flimsy outfit revealed too much skin and made her very aware of her vulnerability. If she still had in her own clothes, she would at least have some weapons. Sorry for this. She had no chance to ask what he meant. Suddenly he was kissing her, his lips pressing hard into hers. Automatically, she kissed him back. Against her will, her heart began beating faster. He lifted his head and spoke to them. Sorry about that you know what they say about slaves better tasting each minute. The smaller thug spoke, and she realized that what Reynolds had warned her about was true. These people wanted her, wanted to sell her. And she had a feeling that if Reynolds wasn't willing to sell her, they would be willing to take her from Reynolds. No matter what, she had to make sure to retrieve her clothes from the dressing room. She had a feeling that they would have to fight their way out of here. Listen, gramps, we can do this easy way or the hard way. She could feel his body tense, preparing for the worst. Without drawing attention to herself, she tried to step away from him a bit. She had been trained a warrior and knew how to fight. Hopefully, he would understand that she could fight side by side with him. As much as I was enjoying Suite body against mine I felt her body pull away from mine I smiled as I said "So you three are going to try to take my slave from me, I don't think so." With that, I pulled the Dribbler from my pocket and threw it towards Suite "Make it count." As my other hand reached from my gun blasting two shots in the guy's direction as I dove onto the floor pushing one of the tables up as I looked back and saw Suite go to work on the woman. I kept blasting each shoot in there direction making them keep back all the while taking a glance at Suite fighting style it was sort of like a dance mixed in the way she was fighting that slave driver in that revealing outfit as I noticed the shots getting more dead on I yelled "Chew on these assholes!" I reached on my belt grabbing a thermal grenade clicking it and throwing it there way as I watched both of them dive opposite directions as the blast hit the table I was hiding behind I stood up quickly as dust and debris were everywhere as I looked to the two guys shooting one in the back of the head and the other I shot in the back as I coughed and yelled out "Red you still alive!" It was like welcoming an old friend when Reynolds pitched her dubber to her, the ARL wood warming in her hand. It resonated, recognizing its owner. Make it count. She gave a curt nod, understanding his words. She took her stance, as did the female slaver. The woman was more of attack without thought. Suite easily dodged the attack, swiping with the dubber each time the woman stumbled by. By the third or fourth pass, the female had as many cuts, and Suite noted that the woman was breathing heavily." Dear me. I do believe that you were not made for such as this. Why not run along home?" Her slight brogue seemed to match her fighting style, so that it was like singing and dancing as Suite weaved back and forth, her arm slicing the dubber through the air, the weapon a blur. The woman launched herself at Suite, the Suite Gas used her strong legs to twirl her body to the side and around. The slaver went past her and Suite was suddenly behind the woman. Realizing her mistake, the woman whirled around to face Suite. She smiled at the slaver as she plunged the dubber in the woman's chest. Suddenly, the air was filled with dust and debris as the blast picked her up and threw her across the room. Somehow, still holding her dubber, she hit the wall, knocking the breath out of her. Momentarily stunned, she tried to clear her head, coughing. The smell of smoke was acrid. The sound of two shots could be heard, as Reynolds' voice pierced the smoke. Red you still alive!" Yes!" She coughed in answer, staggering to her feet and looking around. Over to the side was the remains of where she had changed clothes. Digging through the rubble, she finally found a flash of green. The cape had made it through the blast just fine. She pulled it on finding comfort in the old friend and dug a bit more to find her tunic, which she folded and placed under her arm. Still wearing the stupid red outfit, at least she had her cloak on over it. Stopping momentarily to wipe her dubber on a torn piece of fabric, she tucked it in her cape and went off in search of Reynolds." Ready when you are." I heard a cough and Red replying "Yes!" I bent down and began to search there bodies as I pulled out a clip of ammo as well as the gun "Shame a good weapon like this was wasted by the likes of you." I looked up as I heard footsteps pointing my gun at the source seeing Suite wearing the tunic over the red outfit as I smirked and said: "Take off the tunic remember the best way to stay hidden is to use your assets and figure." I pointed to her breasts and her whole body I couldn't help myself as my eyes were locked on her "Oh and also nice work on the kill." I holstered my weapon placing the second gun and clip into another empty holster" I headed for the door as I turned around saying "Keep your hand on your dribbler at all times we might have more trouble till we get off this world." She walked towards the Captain and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. Dust hung heavy in the room, but even he could see that it was her and not some rogue thug. And then he noticed the cape that she had thrown around her shoulders. Take off the tunic remember the best way to stay hidden is to use your assets and figure. She nodded and removed the cape but noticed how his eyes traveled up and down her body. She knew enough of men to recognize the hungry look that he gave whenever he looked at her. His next words surprised her.Oh, and also nice work on the kill." Thank you." She folded up her tunic and cape, yet she was careful with them. As they headed for what was left of the door, he turned back to her. Keep your hand on your dribbler at all times we might have more trouble till we get off this world. Wonderful! She needed to be ready to fight, and yet she had to dress like a tart instead of a soldier. The ARL wood sang in her hand as they stepped out into the street. Only she could hear its tune. To anyone else, it was just a thing. But it had been bonded to her and in her hands, it sang. She tucked it in what passed for a belt in the costume, one hand on its handle and the other arm carrying her cloak and tunic wrapped up in a bundle. The crowds outside seemed to pay no attention to the destroyed store. Everyone walked with purposeful strides. And strange things were everywhere. A woman with rings in her nipples was led by a completely clothed man. The woman was nude from the waist up and chains were attached to those rings. The other end of the chain was held by a tall blue bald man and the three walked down the street like their own parade. There were little people in twirly outfits. People with long faces. With purple hair. With fangs. But one thing that she noticed was that the woman wore very little while the man was dressed normal. She bit her tongue to keep silent and kept up with Reynolds. As I pushed the doors that were barely standing open onto the street not many people looked at us at the commotion we caused I looked around placing my hand on my piece before I smiled and carefully stood up straight as I looked back to Red and said in a controlling voice "Hurry up slave otherwise I will drop your delicious ass on the next person who will want your sorry bod." I really hated saying it like that, but I had to act tougher and this was the only way we were going to get through this planet without having to use her body. I looked at the same things she was watching how men had everything and the women had nothing "This wasn't always the way in centuries before there was said a planet filled with humans man and woman would work together for the better future but since that planet has long since been taken over by the Krill's and there sadistic ways. As I turned left into a small alleyway I brought her against the wall as I said "I am truly sorry you have had to deal with those types of men all your life, but I am nothing like that I might need you here or there for something fun and something we can both enjoy but rest assured your safety is my number one priority." Hurry up slave otherwise I will drop your delicious ass on the next person who will want your sorry bod." Yes sir." Her answer was quick, playing the part. Just to be on the safe side, she tried ducking her head down to avoid attention from the others passing by. It was hard as it was curiosity that made her look up from time to time. He apparently noticed her attention to the people around them. This wasn't always the way in centuries before there was said a planet filled with humans man and woman would work together for the better future but since that planet has long since been taken over by the Krill's and there sadistic ways. The Krill! Those evil creatures. Her people had always talked about that race and how they seemed to tarnish everything that they touched. Suddenly, in a small alleyway, he shoved her up against the rough wall of the building. No one paid them any attention. They appear no different that any of the other man that took his pleasure using a wayward hand or eager lips against his property. His voice was low so that only she could hear them. I am truly sorry you have had to deal with those types of men all your life, but I am nothing like that I might need you here or there for something fun and something we can both enjoy but rest assured your safety is my number one priority. She nodded to him. "Thank you, Captain Reynolds." He did seem to be trying to do good by her, and she appreciated it. She noticed the way he glanced over her attire and noted the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. She would be glad to get back to the ship and into her own clothes. Furthermore, she really felt quite exposed in this outfit. As I listened to red thanking me I couldn't help myself getting an eyeful here and there of her naked body I was tempted to take her in the back alley and have my way with her whether she wouldn't either or not, but I held back "By the way you can call me Nathan instead of Captain Reynolds." I looked down further where this alley lead, and it showed a small jewel market as an idea started to form in my head I quickly grabbed Red's hand and said follow me as I raced down the alleyway with Red right behind me, I stopped fast at the small show as I looked at the different items used for slaves as I looked too Red as I smiled and said "I think my slave will like a hoop on the end of each of her breasts and I want a small tiny lanyard connecting them together." And with that, I looked to Red being pulled to the back of the store as her clothes were quickly removed, and a small blonde woman sat closer to her and started to get to work. She fought back as the woman nodded and had her dragged back to the back of the store. Her top was unhooked, and a blonde woman came at her with a small gun ready to pierce her breast. That was as far as the girl got. Thrusting the heel of her hand hard against the woman's nose, she heard a crunch followed by a wail as the blonde girl held her nose, blood gushing from it. The other woman tried to come to the blonde's aid but Suite held her ground, standing there bare chested as Nathan looked on in surprise. She strode back up to Nathan, her chest still bare and unblemished. She spoke low but still managed to sound menacing to him." Tell them that you have changed your mind. Now!" Her teeth were clenched, and her long red braid hung over one shoulder down past her waist. Anger flashed in her eyes. As I watched the ordeal that had just happened I couldn't help but feel pity for the lady who got her nose broken as I expected Suite came up to me with fire in her eyes as I listened to her demand "Tell them that you have changed your mind. Now! I couldn't help but smile as I said "I changed my minds after all ladies this one seems not one to be tagged." and with that, I picked from my pocket a silver chip worth at least 500 credits and tossed it to the one with the broken nose "Better get cleaned up for the next buyer." I turned and looked at Suite as I noticed for the first time her chest was bare and not covered by that damn tunic I couldn't help but smile as I reached forward grabbing her wrist as I pulled her into me and yelled "How dare you show your master such disrespect I should have let that whore's on Alvin 4 have their way with you instead of buying you off them now apologize to those trying to do there work of their master's orders I bent forward and whispered softly "You better apologize and be quick about it or you're going to have to deal with them." I pointed to a group of men with shining garb on. Reynolds seemed slightly amused at her outburst while the blonde sat wailing in a corner of the shop trying to stop the bleeding. In an effort to placate the blonde and the shop, he pitched some money their way. With a sudden grab, Reynolds was no longer amused as he threatened her. How dare you show your master such disrespect I should have let that whore's on Alvin 4 have their way with you instead of buying you off them now apologize to those trying to do there work of their master's orders She stood there, flashing eyes anger. How dare he try to mar her body for a lark. And though she supposed that he was chewing her out as part of the disguise, his next word was said to her softly and warning bells were going off in her head as his grip tightened on her arm. You better apologize and be quick about it or you're going to have to deal with them. His eyes pointed out what he was talking about. The men had the look of authority. Police, officials, the lawgivers. There were more. But they all were names for people that uphold the laws and rules of a society. And at the moment, they had set their eyes on her. Though it galled her, she knew what was required. Walking over to the blonde, she gave her best acting job." I'm very sorry miss, for having broken your nose. I am sure that my master shall punish me soundly when we get home. Please accept my sincerest apologies. I know that you were just doing your duty. Can you forgive me?" She turned and returned to Reynolds' side, preparing to cover back up her breast. They seemed to be drawing too much attention - not only from the authorities, but also from Reynolds himself. I watch her go back to the blond girl and do the whole I am sorry I rolled my eyes when I saw her coming back I looked at the guards still eyeing her just in case she tries anything else as I watched her try to get that top back on I reached at her pulling away the top and taking a knife and began to shred it as I looked the guards "Your fucking punishment starts here you are going to show off your breasts to everyone be the male or female and another thing you bitch I grabbed a red collar and brought it to her neck locking it in place and I said You have lost all your privileges." As I looked at the guard I bowed with my hand's pyramid shape as I said "May the crime boss find a good lay on this day." And with that, I place my hand to the collar and started to pull her as I yelled so many obscenities We got toward our ship as I pressed Lacy Ai button to have the ship unlocked as we walked up the ramp I looked around one more time before I pushed her in as I yelled as the door closed "Are you some type of stupid idiot where you are from that you can't even process your actions thoroughly. Before she could stop him, he shredded the top of her outfit making it effectively unusable as far as covering her breast. Your fucking punishment starts here you are going to show off your breasts to everyone be the male or female and another thing you bitch, You have lost all your privileges. She was fuming deep inside as he snapped a red collar around her neck though she kept her head bowed so that the guards could not see the anger in her eyes. He grabbed the collar and let loose a string of obscenities as he pulled her through the streets. She could not, dared not look up, knowing that not only the guards but others watched her as the walked. It embarrassed her that her breast were so prominently displayed so she pushed it to the back of her mind. She would get even once they returned to the ship. Pushing her back onto the ship's he yelled at her as the doors closed. Are you some type of stupid idiot where you are from that you can't even process your actions thoroughly? Now that they were safely in private on the ship, she slapped away his hand on the collar. The anger that she felt was evidenced in her eyes, in her stance, and in her manner. Her words backed it up." And are you a complete idiot? What made you think that I would allow myself to be marked and mutilated by you on a whim? How dare you! Now, remove this stupid collar, so I can go put my clothes back on!" As I listened to Suite tirade about "How dare I ever try to mark her." The more I listened the angry I got as I heard her final say remove this stupid collar, so I can go put my clothes back on! I stepped forward as I pushed her against the steel hard wall as I screamed,"Listen here you bitch you are lucky you have that collar on and not being traded around the room by the crime boss who basically owns the largest slave trade in this sector alone and if I want to take anything from you at any moment I can." I reached up to her bare breasts as I began to rub them as rough as I could as I felt her trying to fight back I grabbed her wrist and began to slowly squeeze saying "I may not be as trained as you are, but I know where people's weak spots are." She was livid! And it didn't help when he slammed her up against the wall of the spacecraft they were in. Listen here you bitch you are lucky you have that collar on and not being traded around the room by the crime boss who basically owns the largest slave trade in this sector alone and if I want to take anything from you at any moment I can. His hands on her breast were warm and strong as they began to squeeze and massage them. Quite against her will, her body surprised her by being turned on by his actions. This was not right. She had saved herself for her intended and for continuation of her tribe, for the continuation of the race. Now, being the last Suite Gas, here she was running for her life dependent upon this...this...thief and... She tried pushing him off of her, but he grabbed her wrist. She had to get him to stop. I may not be as trained as you are, but I know where people's weak spots are. She clinched her teeth, a sneer on her face. "I, too, know people's weak spots!" And with that she raised her knee, aiming for Reynolds' genitals. I was completely expecting her to submit but what happened next threw me for a loop as the hit came from out of nowhere as I felt her knee connecting with my groin I screamed out "Fuck." as I fell to the floor grabbing my groin as my eyes started to water. "You really do know where peoples weak spots are as well." And with that, I began to cough as I slowly got myself up trying to stomach the pain I was in as I looked at the wall I watched her walk away glaring at me still with daggers for eyes "This is why I don't save people!" I walked the other direction toward the cockpit as I got to the door I slammed my fist into the button opening the door as I took a seat in the closest chair I sat back as I reached and pressed the com and said "Lacey remove restrictions for Mrs. Suite Gas and make sure she is confined to her room and not roaming the ship and if she doesn't listen to your commands' permission to use shock volt are permitted." I leaned back as I still held onto my groin and said: "Enjoy the accommodations little bitch." The first thing that she did when she got to her "room" was removed the collar around her neck and throw it across the room where it skidded under the bed. At least she had gotten his attention and he now knew that she was not some woman that he could just run over. Tearing off the remains of the costume, it followed the direction of the collar as it hit the wall and slid down behind the bed. She quickly slipped on her tunic and cloak, feeling comforted in her own clothes. Quickly she checked to make sure that her hidden weapons were still there. Finding everything where it should be, she pulled the cloak hood up, hiding her red hair before laying down on the bunk. She suspected that the next time that they met, he would not be so accommodating in her attempt to flee Per Verdict. If he didn't just give her up to the man and wash his hands off her. He had learned that she was not someone that just rolled over and let things happen to her. The room was small and sparse - a toilet, a sink, and a bunk. Curling up to face the wall, she closed her eyes, leaving only a nebulous figure under the green material should anyone enter the room." Lacey, fuck you too." She called out to the AI. As I sat there thinking about how many times I have been shot, stabbed, stranded, one thought kept replaying over and over in my head I was never kneed in the crotch from a woman let alone a hot one as time started to drift away I was soon drifting off to sleep. As I was deep in my dreams all of a sudden my dream changed to something different as I saw myself laying on a couch watching the most erotic display happening in front of me as I looked closer it was Suite as her body was moving in ways I never saw a female move before it reminded me of how she took on that slave driver back at the bouquet as I started to reach out to her my body awoke. Dance In dramas I opened my eyes as I checked the time a whole day had passed as I slowly moved and gotten up still feeling the hurt I pressed a button as I got the ship moving I plotted a course deeper into the forest of the planet where no one could find us for the time being as I landed making my way to the small kitchen as I made a hot meal fixing this and that I looked to the room that held her as I pressed a button on my comm making the intercom activate "Chow time come and get it not going to repeat myself." The night seemed long. She dreamed fitfully - of being held by Nathan as his strong arms crushed her to him. Several times during the night, she would wake up hot and fevered without the actual fever. Then back asleep, with his lips claiming her, more passionate than the kiss he stole from her on the planet. Awake again, she almost felt as if her lips were bruised, as if the man had snuck inside the room while she slept to steal kisses. She knew that was not true, but she still found herself touching her lips with her fingertips as if to check. She knew not what time it was when she woke again. There was no timepiece in the room and besides, in space, time was relative. Her stomach was hungry, but she knew that to ask for food would not get her any. The Captain disturbed her, more than she was willing to admit. That was obvious by the past hours of dreaming. Perhaps no man so far had affected her as much, not even her dead betrothed. Chow time come and get it not going to repeat myself. The sound of his voice over the intercom made her sit up on the bunk and stretch, waking the muscles in her body. He did not sound happy. Still. She guessed that they were even as she had not appreciated him trying to have her body pierced. As I began to serve the meal onto plates I heard the door open from Suite room I looked up just as I was leaving the kitchen catching a glance of her eyes as I took a seat having my back to her. I began to slowly eat waiting for her to either place her dubber in my back and take away with my ship or simply leave hell I was surprised she stuck around after what I tried to have done to her "About yesterday I know it wasn't a gentlemanly act what I tried to do to you and for that I am sorry, so I have given it a lot of thought, and I am thinking I should help you find a new person one can help you and your mission." As I was saying that in the back of my mind I wasn't really wanting her to go hell it has been so long since an enjoyed a woman company not like I didn't frequent the sleazy parts of a planet every once in a while but a beautiful woman that had features to match were very rare "It's your choice and as far as me selling you out you won't have to worry about that." His words stopped her in mid-bite. He wanted her to leave? She should have known better. Still, his words hurt. She really didn't want to leave. At the moment, they had what she thought of as an uneasy stalemate. But his words told her that she was totally wrong." Captain... I...uh..." She stumbled around, confused. ""Uh... Nathan, listen. I'm sorry for kneeing you. I was angry and I lashed back. But I think that you can see that I am someone that stands up for herself." She pushed her food away, putting her head in her hands. "I can understand that you would want me to leave though I would hate to. I would have to start all over about trust issues. I would like to ask that if possible could you find another planet to put me down on. As you can see, I really don't fit on that planet. I do thank you for your assurances of not selling me out. I appreciate that." As I listened to her, I began to question how very wrong I was to try to place her in that kind of situation "You don't need to apologize Suite I forgot myself as I had not had a woman in quite some time I don't mean to say I have you because for one you are your own woman as you plainly pointed out." I took a breath before closing my mouth and began to think why the hell was I giving this woman the benefit of doubt the old me would have sold her out the first chance. Then the conversation shifted to how she would have to find new people to trust I finally lost it and said "Fine you can stay forget I said anything do you have any idea what planet would be safe for us to stay on for the time being the systems I frequent and become accustomed don't really agree with you all that well. She breathed a sigh of relief as he seemed to change his mind. He was going to let her stay? Perhaps there was hope for her surviving after all. Though his next question caused some hesitation on her part. Do you have any idea what planet would be safe for us to stay on for the time being the systems I frequent and become accustomed don't really agree with you all that well. She thought for a moment, unsure of whether she should mention it or not. When she spoke, the soft brogue of her ancestry seemed to become more pronounced with each word she uttered." There is a legend of a planet that the Suite Gas were headed for. Arianne. Turquoise skies and deep rivers. Heavily green forests filled with creatures great and small. My people were trying to find it when Per Verdict began the slaughter of my race. I don't know where it is, only that it is the first planet in a small system, two other sister planets against a small sun. It has 3 moons - 'a moon for morn, a moon for night, a moon for in between'. There was talk that it was at the edge of time and hidden behind a black hole." She was quiet for a moment before looking up at him. "I don't suppose that your charts show where Arianne is?" As I listened to her speak about a planet her people were looking for before succumbing to being slaughtered from Per verdict villainy I listened intently at how she describes the planet making it sound more and more like a paradise than a planet I looked down as I said "I don't think I have a planet like that in the database it sounds to me like a myth but if your people spoke of it sounds real enough." As I set my hands on the table I slowly pushed them over to her side wanting to take her hands into mine "I can honestly say this no one has ever got one over me before so in the near future if we are still on good terms I expect a fair rematch fight between us now that is out of the way let us go find your planet and maybe a small chance some of your people escaped from Per Verdict and safely made it there you know maybe a little hope." She was glad that he didn't make fun of Arianne. Nodding, she took his hands across the table. "Perhaps it is only a dream, but everyone needs a dream." Nodding, she listened. I can honestly say this no one has ever got one over me before so in the near future if we are still on good terms I expect a fair rematch fight between us now that is out of the way let us go find your planet and maybe a small chance some of your people escaped from Per Verdict and safely made it there you know maybe a little hope." Agreed. Though do not be upset if I beat you again." When he looked up at her, she was smiling. "And I promise not to catch you off guard like that next time." She paused. "So, what do you need me to do? And, am I off solitary confinement?" Posted twice stupid me------------ Dire_Moon fang As I sat there listening I couldn't help myself as I said "Promises." I looked around the small kitchen as I said "Yeah your off your solitary confinement as for what you can do let's see the cargo hold needs some cleaning I need to check on the drive before we leave anywhere to see if they will handle the long trip because in all likelihood we will be traveling in deep space and if our drive gets shot out there we are stuck in space with no way to get help not that I would because there could be a chance Per verdict is still after you." With that, I left the kitchen area heading to the drive room. I spent the better part of the whole afternoon recalibrating each part making sure the drive wouldn't crack under pressure it got so hot doing the work that I decided to take off my shirt showing off Mylar chests I stood there setting up the handheld console I heard a few beeps before I said "No Lacey the drive will stand the pressure of deep space why because that is how I built it, yes I know you were there fine you get only half credit." As I was too busy butting heads with the ships AI I didn't notice Suite presence in the doorway. Suite nodded and headed for the cargo hold. For the next couple of hours, she worked to clean it up. It was dirty work, and she had removed her cape, wearing only her tunic in the stifling room. Her actions managed to disturb probably half a dozen cargo rats as she organized crates. She even found a small crate of Tippling wine from the planet Tip pol. Not really worth a ton of credits but nevertheless highly prized for its heady plum and Rosemont flavor and the fact that the wine gives a slight golden glow when exposed to air. She moved it to one side so that it would be easy to lay her hands on it should he want it." Lacey, I don't know if you can hear me, but can you increase the cool air in here before I burst into flames?" She heard nothing but after a few minutes, the air did seem a bit cooler. Either that or she was susceptible to the power of positive thinking. After a couple of hours, she grabbed her cape and headed for her room, leaving the cape on her bed before heading off in search of Nathan. They had fallen into an easy quiet companionship. At least, that was how she thought of it though only time would tell. She was starting to understand the layout of the ship and finally found him standing half dressed and apparently talking to himself. She of course realized that he was talking to Lacey, and she leaned against the doorway, her long braid over one shoulder and a smile on her face as she enjoyed the view. Furthermore, she was, after all, a woman and despite still a virgin, could appreciate the view before her. As he glanced up, whether because Lacey informed him that she was there or because he just happened to look up, she didn't know." If someone didn't know better, it looks like you are arguing with yourself. I could ask who's winning." As I turned around to look at the doorway seeing Suite standing there "Sometimes I feel that way at times as for who's winning that is still undecided so far the drive is in good shape so we should head out now." As I began to walk towards the door and towards her as I got with inches of her I couldn't but smile and say "I see where the cool air went from the drive room." As I pointed my eyes down to her pointed nipples pressing against her tunic. My thoughts drifted to the different ways to enjoy the new trip to deep space sexual and nonsexual but at this moment in time they were thinking of nothing but sexual seeing Suite naked body and pleasuring it in every way I could as I was thinking about all this I didn't realize my cock was hardening against my pants as sweat was dripping off my chest. I see where the cool air went from the drive room. She glanced down to where his eyes had locked. There her nipples were pressing hard against the top of her tunic. She shifted uncomfortably. Now, he had seen her bare breast before. He had even handled them albeit not exact properly as far as she was concerned. This time she didn't have her cloak to hide them, or the rest of her body. She shrugged to Nathan. "I asked and Lacey gave it to me." She smiled at him. "Beside, you can take your shirt off to cool you down. That not necessarily something that a woman can do. At least, not in polite society." She glanced down to where his pants seemed to be acquiring a particular bulge. "Are you polite society, Captain?" I smiled as I heard Suite ask "Are you polite society, Captain?" This day was going to be far more enjoyable than other's I just had to make sure not to scare her away "I can be at times polite society but other times I can be the baddest of the bad the question is which part do you want good or bad?" As I said that I raised my hand to her arm moving it up toward her face feeling her cheekbones "You are a beautiful woman no doubt about that." I couldn't resist myself as I moved my body closer to hers feeling her smooth skin against my hand I know I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so right I pulled back quickly as I placed my hands down at my hips "Sorry didn't know what came over me for a second there." After all, she was a woman. But she was usually not one to make overtures to a man. Or even to tease. Surprisingly, she found herself drawn to this man. Whether it was the fact that she was all alone in the universe, or the only one of her race, or was truly drawn to him, she was not sure. I can be at times polite society but other times I can be the baddest of the bad the question is which part do you want good or bad? He came close, heat radiating from his body. His touch was electric. It was as if time didn’t exist, as if Lacey didn’t exist, or even Peyton Per Verdict. It was just the two of them. He called her beautiful. Every women loves to hear those words and she was no exception. And then he stepped away. Somehow, the current still seemed there, still seemed able to jump the distance. Sorry didn't know what came over me for a second there.“I think that we both know what came over you. If the truth be told, I felt something too. Loneliness is something we all fight. And you heard no complaints from me.”

The Stowaway -Closed-|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Sir Bedevere vs. Raykura (THA TREES BE ATTACKIN'!)

A lady with strait red hair down to her shoulders walks in. She is wearing a white lab coat and those big circular glasses. Ah, hello there. My name is Lily, and I shall be your dueling opponent this fine evening. Now let us see who goes first. She puts on her duel disk, adorned with roses and thorn patterns where the cards go. Initiative:(1d20)[17](17)Draw:(5d43)[18][19][28][40][15](120)Reroll: (3d43)[5][27][29](61) (It's time to rock, so let's get rolling!!) An enormous humanoid.... Thing walks in, it's feet smashing the ground and making tremendous noise with each step. Its face has a black rectangular hole where it's eyes would be, and its entire body is incredibly bulky, and looks to be made of a grayish-brown rock. On it's left arm, there is a duel disk that looks like a rock. Or a rock that's shaped like a duel disk? Either way, it appears to be a part of the thing's hulking huge, rock-like body. The creature takes out a large, black d20 about the size of a beach ball, and throws it to the ground, the enormous die bouncing loudly across the ground after being thrown.(1d20)[12](12) The enormous rock-like creature looks at it's rock-duel-disk-thing, watches the cards shuffle themselves, then picks up 5.(5d60)[18][60][44][21][8](151) Ok Lily... it's going to be ok... you know you can handle it. Alright, I'll do my turn first, then ask questions about how you exist at all. I draw!(1d38)[9]Ok, classic combo time! I activate my spell card The World Tree, and it gains a counter each time a plant monster is destroyed in any way, other than attributing. Next I summon my Lone fire Blossom! I then use its ability, attributing herself to summon my ultimate monster, Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias! I'll end my turn there. Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Lord Poison Mark of the Rose Copy Plant Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Hedge Guard 15. Lonefire Blossom 16. Lord Poison 17. Lord Poison 18. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 19. Fragrance Storm 20. Black Garden 21. Black Garden 22. Mark of the Rose 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Miracle Fertilizer 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Plant Food Chain 27. Pollinosis 28. Pollinosis 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. Seed Cannon 32. Spiritual Forest 33. The World Tree 34. Wall of Thorns 35. Wall of Thorns 36. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|TOC|-|--|-|TWO|-|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0) Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide 8. Muka Luka 18. Obsidian Dragon 21. Destiny Hero Defender 44. Inferno Reckless Summon 60. Appropriate Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Moai Interceptor Cannons 4. Des Hacienda 5. Des Hacienda 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Guardian Sphinx 8. Enraged Muka 9. Enraged Muka 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Giant Rat 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Labyrinth Wall 16. Obsidian Dragon 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. Destiny Hero - Defender 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. A Cat of Ill Omen 21. An Owl of Luck 22. An Owl of Luck 23. Sangan 24. Spear Cretin 25. Spear Cretin 26. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 27. Exxod, Master of the Guard 28. Gigantes 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 31. Megarock Dragon 32. Megarock Dragon 33. The Shallow Grave 34. Canyon 35. Canyon 36. Chorus of Sanctuary 37. Acid Rainstorm 38. Terraforming 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Yellow Luster Shield 41. Shield and Sword 42. Infinite Cards 43. Level Limit - Area B 44. Fairy Box 45. Fairy Box 46. Life Absorbing Machine 47. Bottomless Shifting Sand 48. Bottomless Shifting Sand 49. Defense Draw 50. Defense Draw 51. Defense Draw 52. Negate Attack 53. Mirror Force 54. Battle Mania 55. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- - - - -[/table]The thing stares at the tree, then at the princess, and briefly hangs its head down before drawing.(1d55)[2](2) Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide 8. Muka Luka 18. Obsidian Dragon 21. Destiny Hero Defender 44. Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) 60. Appropriate Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 41. Infinite Cards 42. Level Limit - Area B 43. Fairy Box 44. Fairy Box 45. Life Absorbing Machine 46. Bottomless Shifting Sand 47. Bottomless Shifting Sand 48. Defense Draw 49. Defense Draw 50. Defense Draw 51. Negate Attack 52. Mirror Force 53. Battle Mania 54. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Inferno Reckless Summon Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- - FD - -[/table]It looks at the card it drew, then places it face-down. Along with a Face-Down card in its Spell/Trap Card Zone, placed rather cautiously. Ok, just have to have confidence in my deck. I draw.(1d36)[32]Alright, um.... For safe measure, I, uh, oh yeah! I activate my Spiritual Forest magic... I mean Spell card! With the center being the giant oak, a forest quickly sprouts up and surrounds the two duelists, leaving them in the open clearing with the oak. Next, I guess I'll set this monster face-down and have the pivotal moment of my life's work attack your face-down monster! (Tyrannical attacks) I end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Lord Poison Mark of the Rose Copy Plant Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Hedge Guard 15. Lonefire Blossom 16. Lord Poison 17. Lord Poison 18. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 19. Fragrance Storm 20. Black Garden 21. Black Garden 22. Mark of the Rose 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Miracle Fertilizer 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Plant Food Chain 27. Pollinosis 28. Pollinosis 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. Seed Cannon 32. The World Tree 33. Wall of Thorns 34. Wall of Thorns 35. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|TOC|F|--|-|TWO|SF|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)F=Face down DEF ????TWO=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest (Moat Interceptor Cannons.) The Moat Interceptor Cannons, all lined up in a row, are destroyed, and begin exploding going from one end to another. As this happens, the rock-like creature watches as they all explode, it's face moving as it watches each one be destroyed. It slowly begins raising its arm, but only as the last one is destroyed does it have time to wave goodbye. It then lets it's arm fall back down..... It draws.(1d54)[41](41) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide 8. Muka Luka 18. Obsidian Dragon(Face-Down.) 21. Destiny Hero Defender 44. Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) 60. Appropriate Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 42. Level Limit - Area B 43. Fairy Box 44. Fairy Box 45. Life Absorbing Machine 46. Bottomless Shifting Sand 47. Bottomless Shifting Sand 48. Defense Draw 49. Defense Draw 50. Defense Draw 51. Negate Attack 52. Mirror Force 53. Battle Mania 54. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Obsidian Dragon Inferno Reckless Summon Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- - FD IC -[/table]It sets a new monster, then plays Infinite Cards. It doesn't do anything after that. Phase one complete, next phase initiating. Re-Forestation commencing with draw phase. She looks like she's been possessed as her pupils lose their purplish hue and go blank when she draws. Around you, you can see the ghostly forms of your Moat Cannons, always there with you in the spiritual forest. Lone fire Blossom is beside her, dancing around.(1d35)[14]First stage. Flip-summon Hedge Guard. Second stage, summon Copy Plant. Use ability, become level 3 like Hedge Guard. Synchro Summon Queen of Thorns. Tyrannical attacks face-down. Queen attacks directly. End Phase two. Phase three initiation in one turn.(she ended her turn)Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Lord Poison Mark of the Rose Hedge Guard Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Pollinosis 27. Pollinosis 28. Seed Cannon 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. The World Tree 32. Wall of Thorns 33. Wall of Thorns 34. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|TOC|Not|--|-|TWO|SF|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)Not=Queen of Thorns ATK (2200)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest It appears shocked, as it sees all of it's Moat Cannons, and looks around, surprised. After getting over what appears to have been shock, it waves at all of them. This wave is interrupted, as it hears the pained screeching of it'newly destroyed monster. Before it can react, however it is struck painfully by the Queen of Thorns. It rears back in pain, and watches intently as the numbers on its rock-like Duel Disk fall. After that, it nervously draws a card.(1d53)[44](44) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate Fairy Box Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 42. Level Limit - Area B 43. Fairy Box 44. Life Absorbing Machine 45. Bottomless Shifting Sand 46. Bottomless Shifting Sand 47. Defense Draw 48. Defense Draw 49. Defense Draw 50. Negate Attack 51. Mirror Force 52. Battle Mania 53. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- FD IC -[/table]It looks at its hand, then sets a Face-Down card. After this it hangs down it's head and looks at where it's monster zones are. Phase three commence operation. Draw step initiated. As you look intently you can see that there is pollen coming from Tyrannical and surrounding Lily.(1d34)[10]Second step, summon Lord Poison. Third step, initiate battle mode, Lord Poison attacks you directly, followed by Queen and Princess. The royal plants have you beat, unless the highly likely chance that you have a trap is found to be true. Is it? Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Mark of the Rose Gigantic Hephaestus Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Pollinosis 27. Pollinosis 28. Seed Cannon 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. The World Tree 32. Wall of Thorns 33. Wall of Thorns 34. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|LP|TOC|Not|--|-|TWO|SF|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)Not=Queen of Thorns ATK (2200)LP=Lord Poison ATK (1500)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest At the time of the attack, its hand had had its palm to the ground. It points to one of its cards, and moves its hand upwards in a flipping motion. When it does, it's face-down is revealed:A large box with purple camp; red with whack-a-mole-like things appears. The creature creates an enormous coin of rock, about the same size as the die, and shows both sides. One side has the letter "T". The other side has the letter "H". It points at the side with the T, then raises its index finger. It puts its finger down, and points again, this time raising index, then middle, it repeats this once more but adding the ring finger the 3rd time. Each time it does this, it tilts it's head, as if trying to clarify something. Finally, it points at your monsters, once each, and then tilts its head twice.(I call tails on all 3 flips, OK? What order do you attack in? Also, I assume we use the non-existent 1d2 die for these flips? 1=Heads, 2=Tails, is that OK?) Poison, Queen, Princes sand yeah, d2 for each flip. It creates 2 more gigantic coins, and throws them all up in the air, in succession. Lord Poison (Tails):(1d2)[1](1)Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias (Tails):(1d2)[1](1)Queen of Thorns (Tails):(1d2)[2](2)They all land with thundering noise, surprisingly undamaged. The results are.... So I have to extend to Phase Four... Intriguing. I end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Mark of the Rose Gigantic Hephaestus Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Pollinosis 27. Pollinosis 28. Seed Cannon 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. The World Tree 32. Wall of Thorns 33. Wall of Thorns 34. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|LP|TOC|Not|--|-|TWO|SF|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)Not=Queen of Thorns ATK (2200)LP=Lord Poison ATK (1500)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest (~FACEPALM. Darn it, sorry. I rolled them out of order. Are you willing to take those results? Either way, which attacks succeeded, & how much damage?) Don't worry about it. You labeled them, so it all worked out. Go ahead and make your move mine comrade! Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate Fairy Box Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 42. Level Limit - Area B 43. Fairy Box 44. Life Absorbing Machine 45. Bottomless Shifting Sand 46. Bottomless Shifting Sand 47. Defense Draw 48. Defense Draw 49. Defense Draw 50. Negate Attack 51. Mirror Force 52. Battle Mania 53. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- FB FD IC -[/table](So, 4300 damage? Or 3700? Anyway, my turn.) As the creature takes the blows, it is knocked back, a few times, almost falling over. When it regains its balance, it appears cracked, and checks its Life Point counter. It then nervously draws.(1d53)[8](8) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Enraged Luka Luka Luka Luka(Face-Down.) Destiny Hero Defender Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate Fairy Box (On field.) Deck: 51 cards. Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Giant Rat 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Labyrinth Wall 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Obsidian Dragon 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. An Owl of Luck 20. An Owl of Luck 21. Sangan 22. Spear Cretin 23. Spear Cretin 24. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 25. Exxod, Master of the Guard 26. Gigantes 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Megarock Dragon 30. Megarock Dragon 31. The Shallow Grave 32. Canyon 33. Canyon 34. Chorus of Sanctuary 35. Acid Rainstorm 36. Terraforming 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Shield and Sword 40. Level Limit - Area B 41. Fairy Box 42. Life Absorbing Machine 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Bottomless Shifting Sand 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Defense Draw 48. Negate Attack 49. Mirror Force 50. Battle Mania 51. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- FB FD IC -[/table](Also, just realized I miscalled again. This time for my draw. I didn't count/number the deck correctly. Oh well, I doubt re-rolls are allowed anyway, and I've fixed the deck numbering now. For the record, there are 51 cards in the deck remaining.) It sets a monster face-down, and ends its turn. (you took 4300 life point damage and yes, re-rolls are allowed if you rolled incorrectly. At least when dueling me, anyway. I don't know about the others.) It's only a matter of time before the Final Phase has come to its fruition. I enter Drawing Step.(1d34)[1]Main Step... See the fruition of Genetic Botany with Botanical Lion! Now Lion will attack your face-down, getting targeted by Fairy Box, to which my Princess activates her effect, attributing Lord Poison to negate and destroy it. I know for a fact that there is only one card with the possibility of being close to surviving in your deck, and that is Defender. So I do believe it gets destroyed and I finish the duel with Tyrannical! Attack him directly and issue in the new age of Plants! As the final attack rushes in, The lady sits by the gigantic oak and slowly drifts off to sleep. When the duel is over, the forest and tree remain, as does Tyrannical and Queen of Thorns. Together, the three of them, monsters and human, relax peacefully in this forest of solitude *no pun intended*. (Can't let you do that, Sir Bedevil. Or rather, you can't do that at all; Fairy Box doesn't target: I know this is asking a bit much, but are you okay with me reconning my previous turn, so I can re-roll & draw from a 52 card-deck, instead of a 53 card deck? You said re-rolls are OK, as long as it was an incorrect roll, I just want to know if you're okay with me re-doing a previous turn now. All of my cards will be returned to the places they were before, yours won't be touched. So. OK or no?) (As stated previously, I'm fine with it. I might just change up my turn a bit. And may fortune be with you because if it isn't then you may very well lose this duel.) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Fairy Box Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 41. Level Limit - Area B 42. Fairy Box 43. Life Absorbing Machine 44. Bottomless Shifting Sand 45. Bottomless Shifting Sand 46. Defense Draw 47. Defense Draw 48. Defense Draw 49. Negate Attack 50. Mirror Force 51. Battle Mania 52. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Stats: 1000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- FB FD IC -[/table](Agreed, may luck be with me.)(1d52)[50](50) Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 41. Level Limit - Area B 42. Fairy Box 43. Life Absorbing Machine 44. Bottomless Shifting Sand 45. Bottomless Shifting Sand 46. Defense Draw 47. Defense Draw 48. Defense Draw 49. Negate Attack 50. Mirror Force 51. Battle Mania 52. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Mirror Force Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Stats: 1000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -FD FB FD IC FD[/table](OK then, I rolled a 50 on a d52, this is just to confirm what I rolled and that it's correct. Also, just to confirm, if I pay for Fairy Box this turn, I'm at 500, correct?) The rock-like creature looks at the card in its hand, and sets it, then it sets 2 more cards, and prepares for the worst. (actually, you are at 1000 if you pay, by stopping Queen, you left yourself with 1500)Why does it fell as though I've said this before... Phase four, initiate with Draw Step.(1d34)[34]Initiate Battle Phase. Tyrannical, attack his monster and trigger his Fairy Box. If she fails and the monster is weak enough, Queen attacks. Lord Poison will only attack if it is a direct attack. Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Mark of the Rose Gigantic Hephaestus Wall of Thorns Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Pollinosis 27. Pollinosis 28. Seed Cannon 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. The World Tree 32. Wall of Thorns 33. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|LP|TOC|Not|--|-|TWO|SF|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)Not=Queen of Thorns ATK (2200)LP=Lord Poison ATK (1500)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -MF FB FD IC FD[/table]The rock like creature lifts its hand, and reveals it's Face-Down in Spell/Trap Card Zone 1:Mirror Force. Tytannial's attack is sent blasted back, with 3 streaming trails of light following. The newly split trails crash into the plants and annihilate them.(I'm surprised you know that I have Destiny Hero - Defender in this deck, but not Mirror Force. Or perhaps you just didn't expect it.) HAH, you fool. That gives my World Tree 3 new flower counters, which I now remove! Come back, Tyrannical! The spirits of the destroyed plants wander to the tree, causing flowers to bloom. The flowers fall off and then start spinning, forming my Princess again. I then summon Gigantic Hephaestus in attack mode and end my turn! Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Mark of the Rose Wall of Thorns Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Plant Food Chain 26. Pollinosis 27. Pollinosis 28. Seed Cannon 29. Seed Cannon 30. Seed Cannon 31. The World Tree 32. Wall of Thorns 33. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Lord Poison Queen of Thorns Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|TOC|GC|--|-|TWO|SF|-[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)GC=Gigantic Hephaestus ATK (1850)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Obsidian Dragon 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. Destiny Hero - Defender 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. A Cat of Ill Omen 20. An Owl of Luck 21. An Owl of Luck 22. Sangan 23. Spear Cretin 24. Spear Cretin 25. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 26. Exxod, Master of the Guard 27. Gigantes 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 30. Megarock Dragon 31. Megarock Dragon 32. The Shallow Grave 33. Canyon 34. Canyon 35. Chorus of Sanctuary 36. Acid Rainstorm 37. Terraforming 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Yellow Luster Shield 40. Shield and Sword 41. Level Limit - Area B 42. Fairy Box 43. Life Absorbing Machine 44. Bottomless Shifting Sand 45. Bottomless Shifting Sand 46. Defense Draw 47. Defense Draw 48. Defense Draw 49. Negate Attack 50. Battle Mania 51. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Mirror Force Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- FB FD IC FD[/table]It draws.(1d51)[15](15) Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. An Owl of Luck 20. An Owl of Luck 21. Sangan 22. Spear Cretin 23. Spear Cretin 24. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 25. Exxod, Master of the Guard 26. Gigantes 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Megarock Dragon 30. Megarock Dragon 31. The Shallow Grave 32. Canyon 33. Canyon 34. Chorus of Sanctuary 35. Acid Rainstorm 36. Terraforming 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Shield and Sword 40. Level Limit - Area B 41. Fairy Box 42. Life Absorbing Machine 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Bottomless Shifting Sand 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Defense Draw 48. Negate Attack 49. Battle Mania 50. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Mirror Force Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD -- FB FD IC FD[/table]It looks at it's newly drawn card, then eagerly sets it and ends its turn. You would be horrible at poker...she says as she draws her new card.(1d33)[25]I set two cards face-down and set a monster. I end my turn. When your turn rolls around, you can't pay for Fairy Box and it goes away! Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Mark of the Rose Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Pollinosis 26. Pollinosis 27. Seed Cannon 28. Seed Cannon 29. Seed Cannon 30. The World Tree 31. Wall of Thorns 32. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Lord Poison Queen of Thorns Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Plant Food Chain Wall of Thorns Hedge Guard Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|TOC|GC|--|F|TWO|SF|F[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)GC=Gigantic Hephaestus ATK (1850)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. A Cat of Ill Omen 19. An Owl of Luck 20. An Owl of Luck 21. Sangan 22. Spear Cretin 23. Spear Cretin 24. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 25. Exxod, Master of the Guard 26. Gigantes 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 29. Megarock Dragon 30. Megarock Dragon 31. The Shallow Grave 32. Canyon 33. Canyon 34. Chorus of Sanctuary 35. Acid Rainstorm 36. Terraforming 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Yellow Luster Shield 39. Shield and Sword 40. Level Limit - Area B 41. Fairy Box 42. Life Absorbing Machine 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Bottomless Shifting Sand 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Defense Draw 48. Negate Attack 49. Battle Mania 50. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Mirror Force Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD -- FB FD IC FD[/table](1d50)[17](17) Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. An Owl of Luck 19. An Owl of Luck 20. Sangan 21. Spear Cretin 22. Spear Cretin 23. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 24. Exxod, Master of the Guard 25. Gigantes 26. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Megarock Dragon 29. Megarock Dragon 30. The Shallow Grave 31. Canyon 32. Canyon 33. Chorus of Sanctuary 34. Acid Rainstorm 35. Terraforming 36. Yellow Luster Shield 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Shield and Sword 39. Level Limit - Area B 40. Fairy Box 41. Life Absorbing Machine 42. Bottomless Shifting Sand 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Defense Draw 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Negate Attack 48. Battle Mania 49. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Mirror Force Fairy Box Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Obsidian Dragon A Cat of Ill Omen Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD FD FD- - FD IC FD[/table]Standby Phase. It walks up to its Fairy Box, and looks down for a few seconds. It then curls up it's right hand into a fist, and slams its hand down towards the Fairy Box, which explodes into glass-like shards which fade away shortly after. It then walks back to where it was originally standing, and places another Face-Down monster. Stalling shall get you nowhere really fast. I draw! You can tell that she is starting to come back to her old self little-by-little as the toxins start to leave her body.(1d32)[25]Now my trap card activates: Plant Food Chain! It gives my Hephaestus a little power-boost, bringing it up to 2350 attack points! Now it attacks the monster you just set on your turn (column 5)! After that attack, my Tyrannical attacks your middle monster (column 4). I end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Mark of the Rose Illinois Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Tytannial, Princess of Camellias 18. Fragrance Storm 19. Black Garden 20. Black Garden 21. Mark of the Rose 22. Miracle Fertilizer 23. Miracle Fertilizer 24. Plant Food Chain 25. Pollinosis 26. Seed Cannon 27. Seed Cannon 28. Seed Cannon 29. The World Tree 30. Wall of Thorns 31. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Lone fire Blossom Hedge Guard Copy Plant Lord Poison Queen of Thorns Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Wall of Thorns Hedge Guard Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|TOC|GC|--|PFC|TWO|SF|F[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)GC=Gigantic Hephaestus ATK (2350)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest PFC=Plant Food Chain (GC)F=Face-down Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Muka Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Mirror Force(Face-Down.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. An Owl of Luck 19. An Owl of Luck 20. Sangan 21. Spear Cretin 22. Spear Cretin 23. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 24. Exxod, Master of the Guard 25. Gigantes 26. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Megarock Dragon 29. Megarock Dragon 30. The Shallow Grave 31. Canyon 32. Canyon 33. Chorus of Sanctuary 34. Acid Rainstorm 35. Terraforming 36. Yellow Luster Shield 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Shield and Sword 39. Level Limit - Area B 40. Fairy Box 41. Life Absorbing Machine 42. Bottomless Shifting Sand 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Defense Draw 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Negate Attack 48. Battle Mania 49. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Mirror Force Fairy Box A Cat of Ill Omen Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- - FD IC FD[/table]A dragon made of rock (Obsidian Dragon.) appears, and just as quickly disappears. After that, acatscreeches horribly, and in an odd purple light, a card is moved to the top of the rock-creature's deck. Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Muka(Face-Down.) Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. An Owl of Luck 19. An Owl of Luck 20. Sangan 21. Spear Cretin 22. Spear Cretin 23. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 24. Exxod, Master of the Guard 25. Gigantes 26. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Megarock Dragon 29. Megarock Dragon 30. The Shallow Grave 31. Canyon 32. Canyon 33. Chorus of Sanctuary 34. Acid Rainstorm 35. Terraforming 36. Yellow Luster Shield 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Shield and Sword 39. Level Limit - Area B 40. Fairy Box 41. Life Absorbing Machine 42. Bottomless Shifting Sand 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Defense Draw 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Battle Mania 48. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Mirror Force Fairy Box A Cat of Ill Omen Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Muka Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD -- FD IC FD[/table]It draws & sets yet another monster card Face-Down, alongside it's newly drawn card.(Didn't roll because the card I drew was predetermined, courtesy of A Cat of Ill Omen's effect, which you triggered with your attack.) This is starting to bore me... But you can do it Lily, have faith in your cards! I draw! You can tell that she has fully become herself again and the thousand of toxic pollen spores aren't affecting her anymore.(1d31)[23]Combo making 1-0-1. I flip summon my Hedge Guard! I then use my Miracle Fertilizer, initiating its ability to pull my Lone fire Blossom in defense mode! Furthermore, I then tribute my Hedge Guard for another Tyrannical! Now, my two Tyrannical will wipe out your monsters and then my Gigantic Hephaestus will wipe you out! Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Mark of the Rose Illinois Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Fragrance Storm 18. Black Garden 19. Black Garden 20. Mark of the Rose 21. Miracle Fertilizer 22. Plant Food Chain 23. Pollinosis 24. Seed Cannon 25. Seed Cannon 26. Seed Cannon 27. The World Tree 28. Wall of Thorns 29. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Copy Plant Lord Poison Queen of Thorns Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Wall of Thorns Hedge Guard Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5LB|-|TOC|GC|Poem|PFC|TWO|SF|F[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)GC=Gigantic Hephaestus ATK (2350)LB=Lone fire Blossom DEF (1400)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest PFC=Plant Food Chain (GC)MF=Miracle Fertilizer=Face-down Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Muka(Face-Down.) Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Fairy Box (On field.) Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. An Owl of Luck 19. An Owl of Luck 20. Sangan 21. Spear Cretin 22. Spear Cretin 23. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 24. Exxod, Master of the Guard 25. Gigantes 26. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Megarock Dragon 29. Megarock Dragon 30. The Shallow Grave 31. Canyon 32. Canyon 33. Chorus of Sanctuary 34. Acid Rainstorm 35. Terraforming 36. Yellow Luster Shield 37. Yellow Luster Shield 38. Shield and Sword 39. Level Limit - Area B 40. Fairy Box 41. Life Absorbing Machine 42. Bottomless Shifting Sand 43. Bottomless Shifting Sand 44. Defense Draw 45. Defense Draw 46. Defense Draw 47. Battle Mania 48. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Mirror Force Fairy Box A Cat of Ill Omen Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Muka Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD -- NA FD IC FD[/table]The creature reveals its most recent Face-Down, that being Negate Attack, which it activates in response to your first Tyrannical attacking. NA=Negate Attack.(Also, sorry that I'm boring you.) (You aren't boring me, this is actually really fun.) And since it doesn't target, but more negates and ends... I guess I'll just end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Mark of the Rose Illinois Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Gigaplant 14. Lonefire Blossom 15. Lord Poison 16. Lord Poison 17. Fragrance Storm 18. Black Garden 19. Black Garden 20. Mark of the Rose 21. Miracle Fertilizer 22. Plant Food Chain 23. Pollinosis 24. Seed Cannon 25. Seed Cannon 26. Seed Cannon 27. The World Tree 28. Wall of Thorns 29. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Black Rose Dragon Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Copy Plant Lord Poison Queen of Thorns Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Wall of Thorns Hedge Guard Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5LB|-|TOC|GC|Poem|PFC|TWO|SF|F[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)GC=Gigantic Hephaestus ATK (2350)LB=Lone fire Blossom DEF (1400)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest PFC=Plant Food Chain (GC)MF=Miracle Fertilizer=Face-down The creature looks at Tyrannical, then at it's deck, & draws.(1d48)[36](36) Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Muka(Face-Down.) Destiny Hero Defender(Face-Down.) Inferno Reckless Summon(Face-Down.) Appropriate(Face-Down.) Yellow Luster Shield Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Giant Soldier of Stone 2. Moai Interceptor Cannons 3. Des Hacienda 4. Des Hacienda 5. Guardian Sphinx 6. Guardian Sphinx 7. Enraged Muka 8. Enraged Muka 9. Giant Rat 10. Giant Rat 11. Giant Rat 12. Labyrinth Wall 13. Labyrinth Wall 14. Labyrinth Wall 15. Destiny Hero - Defender 16. Destiny Hero - Defender 17. A Cat of Ill Omen 18. An Owl of Luck 19. An Owl of Luck 20. Sangan 21. Spear Cretin 22. Spear Cretin 23. Granmarg the Rock Monarch 24. Exxod, Master of the Guard 25. Gigantes 26. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 27. Stone Statue of the Aztecs 28. Megarock Dragon 29. Megarock Dragon 30. The Shallow Grave 31. Canyon 32. Canyon 33. Chorus of Sanctuary 34. Acid Rainstorm 35. Terraforming 36. Yellow Luster Shield 37. Shield and Sword 38. Level Limit - Area B 39. Fairy Box 40. Life Absorbing Machine 41. Bottomless Shifting Sand 42. Bottomless Shifting Sand 43. Defense Draw 44. Defense Draw 45. Defense Draw 46. Battle Mania 47. Curse of Royal Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Moat Interceptor Cannons Obsidian Dragon Mirror Force Fairy Box A Cat of Ill Omen Obsidian Dragon Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Inferno Reckless Summon Appropriate Destiny Hero Defender Muka Stats: 500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD -- YES FD IC FD[/table]The rock-like creature activates Yellow Luster Shield. A gigantic yellow ring appears around it, and it's Face-Down monsters, the light having an eerie dark-yellowish glow. It then kneels down, onto it's knees, and crosses it's arms, assuming a defensive stance. Oh, great. At least I have a plan! I draw!(1d29)[12]First, I activate my Miracle Fertilizer, allowing me to pull back Copy Plant! I then use it to copy my Lone fire Blossom's level, then synchro summon Black Rose Dragon by sending Copy Plant and Gigantic Hephaestus to the graveyard! That destroys my Miracle Fertilizer and my Plant Food Chain. I then remove my Hedge Guard from play to make your monster in column 3 switch to attack mode via Black Rose Dragon's ability. Now then, Tyrannical, attack his attack position monster and end this duel, once and for all! Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Mark of the Rose Illinois Gallant Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Botanical Lion 2. Botanical Lion 3. Botanical Lion 4. Cactus Fighter 5. Cactus Fighter 6. Botanical Girl 7. Botanical Girl 8. Copy Plant 9. Dandylion 10. Gigantic Hephaestus 11. Gigantic Hephaestus 12. Gigaplant 13. Lonefire Blossom 14. Lord Poison 15. Lord Poison 16. Fragrance Storm 17. Black Garden 18. Black Garden 19. Mark of the Rose 20. Miracle Fertilizer 21. Plant Food Chain 22. Pollinosis 23. Seed Cannon 24. Seed Cannon 25. Seed Cannon 26. The World Tree 27. Wall of Thorns 28. Wall of Thorns Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Queen of Thorns Queen of Thorns Stardust Dragon Stardust Dragon Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Copy Plant Lord Poison Queen of Thorns Miracle Fertilizer Gigantic Hephaestus Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Hedge Guard Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Wall of Thorns Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5LB|-|TOC|BRD|TOC-|-|TWO|SF|F[/table]TOC=Tyrannical, Princess of Camellias ATK (2800)BRD=Black Rose Dragon ATK (2400)LB=Lone fire Blossom DEF (1400)TWT=The World Tree (flower counters: 0)SF=Spiritual Forest=Face-down The rock-like humanoid watches as its monster is forced into attack position, and held down, left helpless. It watches a massive stream of petals coming towards it, straight from the dragon's mouth, but it does not move. The flower petals slash through its monster, & cut it apart into pieces and to its death, and continues on towards the monster's owner.Its body is ravaged with petals, for what, to it, seems like an eternity. After that, it finally moves, it's entire body, despite being rock, has numerous cut marks, & it looks at the duel-disk-rock, or rock-duel-disk on it's left arm. It watches the Life Point counter start to fall from 500 to 0. It raises its hand, & turns its palm to itself. The counter stops at 0. The creature gives a "goodbye" wave to itself. Then as the holograms fade away, it crumbles to dust. (Good game?) Originally Posted by Rayburn (Good game?) Very. I just drew a dream hand at the beginning. Incidentally, I had Destiny Hero - Defender, Appropriate, & Muka right off the bat. But unfortunately, as soon as you brought out Tyrannical, you ruined all my plans.

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Sir Bedevere vs. Raykura (THA TREES BE ATTACKIN'!)|rating:3.0

Hunters, or Hunted_ (Snickerz & Shooter)

The skip was dead. He pushed the body over with one foot, his hand still on the holstered .45 automatic on his hip. He forced down the rush of bile in his throat as his left hand rose to cover his mouth and nose. Even a professional had his limits. His right hand moved to ward Mae away. She didn’t need to see this. Whoever had done the work on the skip had obviously enjoyed himself. The man’s guts had been pulled out through a small incision in his abdomen, and then his face had been not so much cut open as actually flayed down to the bone. There was nothing recognizable about him. And as James Devlin looked down at the corpse, that began to bother him. The body was the right height and weight, the clothing matched what the witness had told them, but….. He checked the hands. As he had suspected, the fingers were missing. No fingerprints to compare. This was a nothing case, a worthless skip. Who would go to the trouble…. He dropped to a crouch, drawing the pistol and shouting to Mae, “Get down!” The ruined building in front of them seemed to explode as four armed men burst from the doors, guns firing wildly in search of targets. In search of James and Mae. The first two were easy. He took one shot at each, the .45-caliber hollow points dropping the men in their tracks. The third was trickier, as he had used the time to take cover behind a post. James waited patiently for him to show just enough of his head, then fired the single shot that rendered him permanently non-mission-capable. He had just picked up the last man over his front sight when he saw that unlucky person fall backwards, twitch violently, and then lie still. Mae had gotten her strike in, and while totally silent, her attack was no less deadly than his. James stood, looking intently at the fourth man. He stepped forward, confirming his suspicions. The man who had hired them had tried to kill them. He knelt beside the body and began searching through the man’s pockets as he sensed Mae moving up to join him. She was totally silent in her motions, and the feeling of her presence was the closest thing to any psychic ability he had. “I know he’s toast,” he said, “but I think you should see if you can read anything. There had to be a reason.” Her ability to read thoughts did not normally extend to the dead, but someone so recently deceased might still provide her with some information they could use. He stood again, exchanging the magazine in the pistol for a fresh one, then holstering it and looking at Mae. He still found it hard to believe that she had chosen him, but he didn’t dare question her decision. While she deliberately played down her beauty and her abilities when dealing with others, and indeed cultivated an unapproachable attitude with those they dealt with, James knew her as a vibrant, loving woman who had, for some unknown reason, devoted herself to him. He returned her devotion with a fierce affection that he had not previously known he was capable of. While she probed, trying to cry out the thoughts of the dead man, his mind moved to their next job. They had been offered a contract with Briggs-Siemens, one of the largest mega-corporations in the world. They were expected in the corporate offices in Phoenix tomorrow afternoon, to learn the details of what they would be required to do. This skip-trace had been a way to make a bit of pocket change before something that would really pay the bills. Now it had turned into something more, and they didn’t have the time to pursue it right now. He looked at her elegant face, at the body that, even concealed by rough clothing, was enough to spark desire that he was unashamed to admit, at least to her. He knew that many of their employers had hired them in hopes of making Mae’s acquaintance in a more…. Intimate way. He also knew that she would have none of them, and that she used her sexuality as a tool to further only the purposes that the two of them would agree on. James waited while she used her psychic abilities to try to ferret out the thoughts of the dead man who had hired them for what had turned out to be an ambush, with their deaths the objective. He waited patiently, maintaining a scan on their surroundings. He would wait forever for her. As the last man fell to the ground Mae stood, following James towards the bodies. Her movements were slow, as her feet glided calmly along the ground, as if she were floating just barely above it as she moved. As James spoke she turned her attention to him, saying nothing she simply nodded her head, ever so slightly agreeing to his request. It hadn't been long since the last time she used any sort of magic, but when she did, it was always quite useful. "It's well worth a short". Her voice was soft, and seeming quite harmless. She was one of those people who you would normally look at, listen to speak and not fully believe what kind of damage she was truly capable of. Slowly she knelt next to the body, tracing her fingers slowly over the face of the man's body. She glanced slowly up at James then back down to the man. They were bounty hunters so it was expected for people to want them dead, but this man had hired them to do a job, only to be the job himself? It made no logical sense to her. Their mission was simple, but during it the man who had paid them to complete it had come himself to see their end. That's at least how it appeared, that's what Mae and James were both hoping she could find out. Once again she traced her hand slowly over the man's head then shook her head as a soft sigh escaped her lips. "Nothing." Her voice was soft, and calm as she slowly started to her feet, she could sense nothing on him. James knew as she did that it was a long shot, but she also knew as he did it was worth a try. As she got fully to her feet she gasped sharply as she stumbled back a few steps, her eyes slowly falling closed as she put her hands out to her sides, one reaching out towards James as she steadied herself. Through closed eyes she could see images, flashing in front of her as if they were on a movie screen. No sounds were heard however, not through the visions at least. After her mind sorted rapidly through what seemed at least a hundred images she slowly opened her eyes once more. They fluttered open and closed several times before finally staying open while she turned her head and looked at James. "I'm alright' She spoke with a gentle smile to reassure him that she was in fact fine. The experience was a rare one, but it had happened to her before. Though she had not been able to figure them out at that time either. She glanced down once more to the body of the man who had hired them for their job and slowly shook her head. "He told me nothing, but something in this area, gave me something. I'm afraid I'm not certain how much good it will do us however." Taking her hand furthest from James she used it to remove the hood of her cloak before shaking her head and allowing her hair to be freed before shifting her body to face her husband. Pieces of the moment at hand took her back to the day she'd first met him, where they'd first worked together. The day he somehow managed to steal her heart, and she'd been close to him ever since. Mae placed her fingertips gently at the base of his cheek as she drew nearer to him before continuing to speak, in a soft whisper as if she were concealing dark secrets from all ears but his own. "Let's get out of here, I'll explain things later." James and Mae stepped out of the elevator and stood for a moment, admiring the impressive view. The room was easily fifty yards on a side, with a ceiling so far above that he imagined clouds could form beneath it. The floor was polished stone, and the walls were floor-to ceiling glass. The east wall was polarized to attenuate the morning sun that streamed in, giving the entire room a golden glow. The huge space contained only a single desk, with a man seated behind it, and two chairs in front of it. Mae had been reticent to speak of the sensation she had encountered in the ruins, and James was unwilling to press her yet. Their closeness included a level of trust that meant that he knew she would tell him anything urgent or threatening. It was something she would reveal to him when necessary, or not at all. They had left their vehicle at one of the many parking structures outside the city center of Phoenix and walked to the monorail station. Entering a railcar that would exit inside the corporate stronghold required that they show that they either lived or worked there, or had legitimate business inside. The invitation from Briggs-Siemens had included a chip-card, which James handed to the security guard. A moment later the card was returned to him, and they were ushered into the luxurious train car. The ride was short, and the doors opened onto a world so unlike what they had been in such a short time ago. A winding concrete walkway, bordered with perfectly sculpted trees and shrubs in decorative planters, led them between exclusive shops and trendy bistros, the appealing scents of everything from fresh coffee to some spicy confection making his mouth water. Later, he told himself. Right now they were here for business. They walked past the shops, past a child-care center where uniformed nannies watched patiently as their charges played in a secure area walled off by plexiglass. The children, aged from 4 to 8, were also wearing cute uniforms and were perfectly coiffed and manicured. They were the scions of the elite, being groomed to take the reins when they reached adulthood. These were the children of the real rulers of this world. And one of those rulers had work for James and Mae. They entered the Briggs-Siemens tower at level 20, the lowest level where it had entrances into the city center. Beneath these were the service levels which provided power, other utilities, and all the other necessities for the operation of a corporate headquarters and executive residence. Not only did thousands of people work here, but most of them lived in the massive tower. A few made the trek in every day from the few secure subdivisions that still survived on the outskirts of the city, and a tiny group actually lived in the city proper, among the masses that could only hope for a glimpse of the wealth concentrated here. As they entered the elevator, James looked at his wife and at his own attire. He had forsworn his normal field clothing for a dark brown suit, accented with a warm red tie. He felt that the impression they made was critical, and he wanted to come across as a professional. His only concession to the reality of his life was the concealed pistol in a shoulder holster. The suit had been specially tailored to hide the bulk. He nodded his approval at Mae’s choice of dress. She always impressed, and he could not have asked for a better partner. Or a better wife. When they entered the room on the 212th floor, the sole occupant stood up behind the desk and waved them forward. He was a thin man, almost skeletal, wearing a gray suit with a blue tie. His face was unreadable, and as they approached he held out his hand and nodded. “Welcome, Mr. Devlin,” he said, shaking James’s hand with a grip that was surprisingly strong. He turned to Mae, extending his hand to her. “Mrs. Devlin,” he said, taking her hand as well. “Please, be seated,” he said, sitting down himself. “I'm Jason Shivers, CEO of Briggs-Siemens. I have a job for you, which will be quite lucrative if you can manage it.” Mae was silent much of the trip, she was actually quiet quite often when they were working, unless of course her work called for her to speak. Either to protect James or to distract someone. Outside these two things she spoke to only their employers and to her husband, who was also one of fewer words. Mae and James had great passion and communication in their relationship, however they knew quite well after their years especially that not all communication needed to be spoken. They spoke when they needed to, when it was asked of them, they weren't entirely the type that enjoyed the sound of their own voices. Though they did enjoy the sound of one another. James' voice was one that could melt her heart, no matter what he said to her, even a simple 'Hello' could bring her to her knees. This fact was not lost to him, and was one of several reasons talking in the field wasn't something they made a habit out of. As they sat and waited for the train to take them to their destination Mae thought of the images she had seen. They weren't something that she had to trouble James with, at least not yet, not as far as she had seen. Her concern was how little sense they made to her. They were buildings she'd never seen, and yet, she had. Places she'd never been, and again it felt as if she knew them. Like they were somewhere she knew and knew well. She shook her head ever so slightly as not to draw too much attention to herself, even from her beloved husband as she temporarily removed the thoughts from the front of her mind. She wasn't going to concern him with such things until she had a better understanding of what was, or might be going on. As the train stopped she calmly got to her feet, brushing her hands over her dress as James got to his feet not far behind her. Stepping off the train was like stepping into a whole new world for them. It's true that they had been in the area, and areas like it several times before, but each time was so long after the time before it always felt a bit strange for her to be there. As they made their way to their destination a smile came to her face, all the sights and the smells drove her senses wild, but she remained calm and tranquil, even with the urge of being a child in a toy store overcame her. Mae watched as they passed by the youth, children were one of those things that always drew Mae's attention. No matter what the situation. No matter where the place. They were her greatest weakness, aside from James being in danger. After entering the building, their wait to get to the floor they desired seemed to be even longer than the train ride there, but they were both quite sure the wait would be worth it. Just before they stepped out onto the floor Mae fixed her hair, brushing it behind her shoulders as she tucked loose strands behind her ears. Her dress was a soft purple, long enough the bottom lightly brushed over the top of her feet, the sleeves of course were short, hanging slightly from her shoulders as she brushed her hands over James' outfit smoothing out any possible wrinkles. As she does, she make eye contact with him, if only for a brief second. At a time like this however, that single moment is all that's needed. Mae softly brushed her hand over James' cheek before they entered the room. James of course allowed her to enter a few seconds before her, proper etiquette was something they didn't trouble themselves with. James preferred to go in places first, so that if there was a surprise attack it was on him not her. However, in cases such as meeting a potential business associate, it was best to do things by the book, and not by their own rules. As they were motioned to move forward Mae glanced back at James and smiled before turning her attention forward and entering the room. As James' hand was shaken she nodded her head then shook the man's hand, combing her hands under her backside she sat down, crossing her ankles as she placed her hands nicely in her lap. She smiled as he spoke of the profit that would be gained by their success before she spoke. Her voice was calm, and soft, one could even go as far as saying angelic, she had a sweet tone, and when she needed, she could be quite persuasive. "Forgive me Mr. Shivers, I don't mean to sound to forward but in our line of work, failure means you're dead. James and I have a beautiful track record, quick and clean is how we do things, so please." Mae lifts her right hand from her lap putting her palm up as she moves it towards Jason in a 'go on' manner "Do continue." Shivers leaned back in his chair and touched an icon on the desktop. Behind him the window first darkened, then lit up with a map of the area north of Phoenix. “We bought the entire valley about twenty miles north of here,” he said without preamble. “Good climate, good access to water, everything we’d need for an automated manufacturing complex.” The map dissolved and a computer-generated image of a large group of buildings took its place. “We’ll be making a variety of products here,” Shivers said, “ranging from farm equipment and consumer goods to precision tools and high-tech weaponry. It’s going to enable us to fulfill a dozen outstanding contracts, and push us into the top five producers in the US.” He touched the icon again, and the picture faded. “But we have a problem. We can’t start demolition and construction if the area is inhabited. And it is, now. A group of anti-industrial activists has camped out in the ruins of Black Canyon City. They just want to interfere with any new development, and we are the target du jour. They refuse to leave, and they’ve successfully sabotaged several of our machines that were working in outlying areas.” He looked at them with flint-hard eyes. “Remove them. Either get them to leave voluntarily, force them to leave, or…..” His eyes dropped briefly, then returned to fix first James, then Mae. “If there aren’t any survivors, I’ll understand.” He pulled an envelope from his jacket and tossed it on the desk for either of them to take. “Half now, as agreed. The other $250,000 on completion. You have four weeks. After that, the contracts expire and the land is useless to us.” James took the envelope and handed it to Mae, then looked back at Shivers. “Any intel on weaponry, training, vehicles that we’ll have to deal with?” They were being given carte blanche for a reason. This would be a tough nut to crack, and he wanted every piece of information their new employer could provide. Stivers smiled. “Nothing you shouldn’t be able to handle. The leaders seem to have military training, but not the rank-and-file. No weapons other than small arms, and limited ammunition for those. They have at least one large bus and several trucks or SUVs, but no military vehicles.” He looked at James. “Anything else? If not, I have other appointments. Good day, sir, and lady.” He touched the desktop and a screen began to rise, the man having dismissed them from his attention completely. James took Mae’s elbow and guided her back to the elevator. They had much to discuss. Something didn’t feel right. It was a dream contract, the kind that most hunters would give anything for, yet something gave him pause. His normal caution would be working double until he knew what sparked this feeling. Mae listened as Jason spoke not moving even a muscle until James handed her the envelope with the money inside. She held it in her hand as she got to her feet, nodded her head slightly to the man then turned just as James took a hold of her elbow. She could sense something was uneasy with James, as she could sense something unsettling with their newest employer. As they stepped onto the elevator she smiled as she looked at the envelope, then back to James as it seemed to vanish into thin air. She then started to speak to him but stopped abruptly and shook her head, a silent sign to James that she had something to tell him, but not here, not now. The building belonged to the man who was paying them for this job, so speaking about him, his business, or what was going on wasn't in either of their best interest. As the elevator stopped they both stepped off, as per usual James got out first, force of habit Mae was only half a step behind him. They began back down the path they took, the strong urge for Mae to walk fasted as she glanced around, keeping her head facing forward as her mind raced. She wanted to tell him, but she had to make sure it was safe, she had to make sure there were no ears. Perhaps when they got to their destination, or on their way to it would work. To help keep herself calm Mae took a hold of James' hand. The images from the last job, already had her wondering, but now with this new task, James' uneasy feeling, hers, and, it was just all more than she could process right now. James and Mae had encountered a great deal of issues in their lives, people trying to kill them, people hiring them only to try and kill them, they were bounty hunters, it came with the territory, it was something they accepted, but this for Mae seemed like a great deal more, but until she spoke to James about it, she couldn't really tell what he thought. As James and Mae neared their personal transportation she let out a soft sigh. She did hate to rush through such a lovely place, but the uneasy feeling wasn't one to be easily shaken, and it shouldn't be ignored, even with 250,000 dollars in pocket. As always James opened Mae's door for her as she slipped inside, setting both of her feet on the floor board as he closed the door, she reached around and grabbed her seat belt putting it on as James then got into the driver seat and started her up. As he put the vehicle into drive she placed a hand softly on his shoulder and looked at him for a short time before opening the glove box. Just as the envelope that James had handed her earlier seemed to slide right out of her wrist and onto the lid." You smell a rat don't you?" Her voice was soft as they were still in town and she closed the glove box. Though the windows were up they were both still quite careful about who or what could hear them. Saying not another word she turned her attention back to him with a gentle smile. Lightly brushing the back of her fingers over the side of his neck until the town had faded more into the distance. "I don't trust him either, maybe the stench of our last project is still in the air, but I don't think so. Some of the images I saw James. I think I'm going to see them again, and I think this time. So are you." Just a few miles north of the outskirts of Phoenix was what had been the thriving suburb of Anthem. At its height, it was the epitome of the middle-class neighborhood. Three and four-bedroom houses on calm, sedate streets. Well-kept yards bordered parks with swing sets and giant slides. Family restaurants fought for business with the fast-food stores, and both prospered in the good times. Now, all that was left were empty buildings and broken dreams. The houses were empty, abandoned as jobs were lost and money got first tight, then non-existent. Anthem died slowly, quietly, not so much killed as just left alone for so long that it ceased to have any life at all. James and Mae had found a house there that served their purposes. At the end of a cul-de-sac, it was not easily accessible and could not be seen except from the street. Unlike almost every other house, it had a twenty-kilowatt generator, which James had adapted to run on propane. Sometimes, just for fun, they lit up the house and turned up music, making it seem as though the neighborhood was still as vibrant as ever. Normally, they kept blackout curtains over the windows and maintained silence. It was safer. James pulled the SUV into the garage and hit the remote to close the door behind them. He took Mae’s hand and held it as they walked into their home, the home they had made for each other. She had done the decorating, and he heartily approved. His decorating sense had been stunted since birth. He pulled his tie loose and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.“Yes,” he said as he poured them both a glass of chardonnay, “I did smell a rat. And we’ll be ready for it. But this time the money is too good to pass up.” It was early afternoon now, the exit from the city center having taken longer than the entry. The air conditioner was bravely trying to keep up with the rising temperature. James looked at his wife, took a sip of wine, and reached around her waist, pulling her to him. His expression never changed. He lifted one hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “I will never lose you,” he whispered to her, his hand returning to trace a line down her cheek. He never showed emotion, never evinced concern or compassion, except with her. She totally disarmed him, taking him to a place that he never dreamed he would find. Mae was his life. While she would risk that life, he would do his all to make sure that she never had to cash in those chips. Moving into Anthem was unlike moving into anywhere else, at least for James and Mae. They moved often enough, settled into different places to do different jobs, all with different lengths of time. They would move in, settle down, look completely normal, then leave without a trace. Alright perhaps not completely normal. They had some 'quarks' about them. They always made sure doors and windows were shut, and locked at all times, black privacy curtains were used, and their SUV was never seen unless they were both in it. With her magic they also had extra security measures on both their home as temporary as it might be, and their vehicle. It was something that Mae mostly insisted on. Not that James would really argue, they lived to keep one another live more than anything. They also preferred a house that was as much out of the way as possible. This way they could notice strange vehicles and other such oddities more easily, seeing as they didn't spend most of their time staring out the windows and doors. Aside from their basic 'house rules' they had one other major detail that was always followed, their position in the household. Though Mae had her magic and could in worst case scenarios do just about anything really needed, she enjoyed watching James work, and of course it allowed him something to keep him busy when they weren't cooing over one another. So while James kept to the 'man' things around the house, fixing thinks, and the yard work. Mae kept to the more domestic things, such as decorating, and cleaning, though most of what took place in the kitchen was a joint effort. James was a good cook, and the two of them did enjoy cooking and cleaning together. Normally just before having a drink and settling for a relaxing evening on the couch. In truth at first glance Mae and James Devlin could easily pass as a normal couple, the perfect couple even. Beyond even what most had seen they were strong-willed team, both in their relationship and in the field in fact in either case, someone getting between the two of them, or in their way the consequences could be absolutely dire. Mae was quite a seductress if the job called for it, but it was always something that they had agreed upon, as a couple. He would know every move she made, every step she took, and as a result he would be two steps ahead of her. After all, just because they knew the rules of the game, didn't mean that the person they were after did.“Yes... I did smell a rat. And we’ll be ready for it. But this time the money is too good to pass up.” His words sent an icy cold chill down her spine. No, she wasn't shocked by the fact that he smelled a rat. That he was discomforted by something as he fidgeted with his clothing, that wasn't what gave her the chill at all. The chill came from the last bit of his comment, the money being too good to pass up. Mae and James were not ones to question their jobs, but more and more often those they hired seemed to have it in for them. Seemed every two or three jobs their name was up for the hit list. This last time the person who hired them held the gun in fact. So things were getting a great deal more heated, that made them both a bit more uncomfortable than they would possibly even admit, even if it were to one another. She glanced down at the wine in her glass as she listened to him speak, only looking up as his arm laced around her frame and pulled her close to him. As she was drawn close to him, she wrapped an arm around his neck, holding her wine glass behind his head as she lightly tugged at his loose high with her free hand. His words were soothing to her, though it didn't really matter what he said, he always managed to melt her heart, in ways most couldn't even imagine. "It seems as time goes on, our jobs become more and more a means of survival. James," lightly she pulled on his tie, forcing him closer to her as her voice softened. "You have to promise me, if this gets to ugly." she released his tie as she reached behind him and took her wine glass from her other hand before setting it on the nearby table, before returning her hand to his tie, now with the help of her second hand she continues to loosen it before sliding it off over his head "We'll cut our loses and walk, there's a reason the money is this good, and in truth. That fact scares me. You know how much I need you, how much I want you, I couldn't bare loosing you, at any price." His eyes held hers as she spoke. He knew that she felt the same way he did, and that the affection they had for each other translated directly into a trust that served to keep them alive through the trials they faced. He took a sip of the wine and put his glass down next to hers. Finally, he let his gaze leave her face and travel slowly down her slender form. The dress she wore was perfect for a businesswoman, cut conservatively but fitting closely enough that all of Mae’s assets were obvious. It gave her both the credential she needed as a serious professional and the allure that would have male contacts eating out of her hand. James wondered once again how he had been so fortunate. His left hand moved to her waist, ensconcing itself there. The feeling was at once both soft and firm. And that, he thought, told the story of Mae perfectly, at least as far as he was concerned. Soft, but firm. To others, she was inscrutable at best, deadly at worst. She was the one that clients hated to deal with but always looked forward to seeing. The objects of their hunts were less charitable, but even they would acknowledge that Mae was almost worth giving up to. James’s right hand touched her cheek, then slid down slowly to the top button of her dress. He opened it, then use one finger to separate the front of the fabric and expose just a few scant inches more of skin. “You are my life,” he whispered to her. Another button released, and now his finger traced low enough to touch the front clasp of her bra. “And I will never let you go.” Another button, then another and another. Finally, the dress was open, and his right hand moved back up to her cheek. He kissed her lips softly, then his hand moved to his pants pocket and pulled out a knife. Before she could say a word his left hand pulled the waistband of her panties away from her hip and the knife sliced through it. In another second the other side was cut, and he pulled the ruined lingerie away, tossing it aside. The knife disappeared, and his right hand was once more on her cheek, his lips touching hers as that hand slid down and released the front hook of her bra. He stepped back, admiring the sight of his wife wearing a stylish dress yet totally exposed to him. A part of him recognized that it was simple biology. Men were far more attuned to visual stimuli than women were, and any man would be motivated by the sight of Mae in her natural state. But he also knew that for him, it was more than just sexual desire. It was now a basic need. Without Mae, life would not matter. And he was just fine with that. Not much really scared or intimidated Mae, she was a rock with everything outside the world of James. Nothing dared to move her mind from a target. Nothing stood in her way when a job needed to be done. Twelve years ago she was ruthless, she would do a job, and no one would know til it was done, days, or even months after the task was completed sometimes. She would vanish more quickly than she appeared. Her magic allowed her to be quick, it allowed her to be in and out. Her willingness and ability to kill from a distance gave her free-range for just about anything. She didn't care what happened or how because she had nothing to lose, and only the money to gain. That all changed when she met James, however. She had met James several times before actually being introduced to him. Their jobs crossed paths many times, and every time she caught herself getting distracted. The way he moved, just drew her from any task at hand. His very tone, every word he spoke had meaning, had purpose, or it wasn't used. Like her, he took chances, he was there for the thrills of the hunt, for the money, for the adventure. When she had finally come face to face with him, she could feel the butterflies he gave her. His hand on her skin even in a handshake gave her goosebumps, even the sound of her name spoken from her lips drew chills up her spine. It wasn't long after they had really met that they got together. It started working minor jobs together, until eventually they hated being apart, even after the job was complete. So they moved in together, from there they began sharing a bed, until eventually they shared a last name. That was seven years ago, seven years ago Mae and James Devlin married, and the spark they held that day still stood. The seven-year itch that was rumored so many years ago didn't apply for the two of them. There were no arguments, no fights, no insisting that one was better than the other. They both had their skills, their own talents, and they allowed for the other's movements. Mae had her grace and deadly looks, while James knew most firearms and could fire with deadly accuracy, and was great with his hands. At least in Mae's eyes, hand-to-hand combat for him was a walk in the park, barely working up a sweat, and behind closed doors... Under the sheets... She couldn't imagine another being better. As Jame's right hand touched Mae's cheek she smiled. James was ruthless out there, deadly to even the most dangerous man alive, but in here, you'd never be able to tell he was the same man. As his fingers slid down the side of her neck to the top button of her dress she softly closed her eyes, listening to his words as he continued to unbutton the front of her dress. As his fingers reached the fabric of her bra she opened her eyes and watched him. Softly placing her left hand on his, only for a brief second as she spoke in a soft whisper "You my love are everything I've come to enjoy about life, so I would never wish you to let go. Without you, I'd be a fish out of water." Mae slowly trailed her fingertips up James' arm as he continued to unbutton the front of her dress. As his lips met with hers she laced her right hand around the back of his head, holding the back of his neck while she kissed him in return. Their kiss was held even after he removed his hand from her cheek. At the time it's destination didn't enter many thoughts into her mind, this close it was impossible for either of them to keep their hands off one another, especially with her as exposed as she was. As he pulled at the waistband for her panties a slight smile crossed her lips as she kissed him more deeply, more passionately. Her eyes slowly closed as he cut the first piece of fabric. When his hand returned to her cheek as her bra was unsnapped she opened her eyes once more, slowly sliding her hand from around his neck as he took his steps backwards. Mae dropped her hands casually to her side as she watched James for a few moments before shrugging out of the dress and bra, allowing them both to drop to the floor, leaving her standing in front of him completely nude. She smiled as she slowly turned around in front of him as if she were modeling a brand-new outfit. Mae had soft skin, that was softly sun kissed, lacking any evidence of a tan line. She moved smoothly as she turned around, using each of her curves to her advantage. After turning around for him twice she faced him before taking the couple steps forward to match up with him again. Placing each of her hands on the shoulders of his shirt she looked up at him with a gentle smile as she traced her right hand slowly over the buttons of his shirt. As her hand reached the base of his shirt she carefully untucked it from his pants while she kissed his neck. She pressed her lips ever so softly to the flesh just below the right side of his jaw line, leaving several small pecks as her hand slid back up his shirt. Before she began with his second button her kisses trailed from the side of his neck to the front, slowly working down his chest along his exposed skin. Once she reached the fabric of the shirt she would undo the next button, continuing her trail of kisses, adding softly nips until his shirt was completely open, and she was resting on her knees in front of him. The sight of her posturing unclothed before him still took his breath away. She was a jewel, a woman who caused men to stop any activity they were engaged in to look at her as she passed by. He knew that she had the ability to lever emotions, to cause people to view her in a favorable light. He knew that she used that ability selectively, to aid them in both getting employment that they wanted and resolving the situations they sometimes found themselves in. Furthermore, he also knew that she had never used it on him. She didn’t need to. He watched as she turned slowly, presenting herself to him. He knew that she would do this for no other man. She was subservient to no one, including him. But this was not submission, not by a long shot. Neither was it domination, since James would let no one exercise control over him under any circumstances. It was instead an affirmation of trust, a declaration that she acknowledged his love for her and answered it with her own affection. She removed his shirt slowly, and when he opened his eyes again she was on her knees in front of him. His intake of breath betrayed both his excitement and his surprise. Mae knelt to no one. She made others kneel to her. Some in worship, hoping for the dispensation of favors they would never receive. Others in defeat, hoping for mercy in either life or a quick, easy death. But she knelt to no one. She was kneeling in front of him. He leaned over and lifted her chin, his lips touching hers softly as he used the other hand to loosen his pants, letting them fall around his ankles. His shorts followed as his tongue reached out and penetrated between her lips. Then he took her hand in his and guided it to the hardness of his manhood, physical evidence of the arousal she had caused.“Mae….” he whispered. Normally words were unnecessary between them when they made love, and this time was no exception. Talk seemed a distraction from what they were feeling. He ran his hand through her silken hair and looked at her eyes, losing himself in their depth. Tomorrow they would be risking their lives against unknown foes. Tonight they would celebrate their life together. He could ask for no more. Mae and James had a relationship like no other that she had ever seen. They seemed to have all the strengths with none of the weaknesses. They knew one another, having trust no other creature could possibly understand. Not than any needed to, the two of them did and that's what mattered. That was why Mae could so calmly and willingly show signs of submission to James. She knew she could trust him, he wouldn't abuse her willingness to kneel to him, to submit to him, even for a moment. Her eyes sparkled as he tilted her head up and leaned down pressing his lips to her. The taste of his kiss alone caused a soft moan to escape her lips. As his tongue slipped between them, she placed her hands over his hips as she closed her eyes. She had felt the light breeze on her knees caused by his pants hitting the floor as she deepened their kiss. She of course allowed him to take one of her hands from his hips, sliding the nails of the other lightly down his now bare leg as her first met with his hardened shaft. As he released her hand she gently massaged his length for a few moments before finally lacing her fingers around it. As he spoke her name she simply smiled, opening her eyes as she looked up at him, lightly trailing her nails back up his leg while she softly pressed her lips to the tip of his manhood, softly kissing it before blowing across the flesh. James and Mae didn't get a great deal of time alone together, their jobs didn't allow it, but when they had the time. They made a point of making the very best of it. Enjoying every second as if it were their last, and with this mission. They both has a solid concern that it could be. After several more softly kisses upon the tip of his shaft she wrapped her lips lightly around his length, and unlaced her fingers from it before slowly beginning down it. With just a few inches of his manhood in her mouth she flicked her tongue across his slip and tightened her lips before continuing down along his flesh. This entire time her eyes were locked with his as her hands traveled up over his hips before tracing up his body. Her fingers brushing lightly through the hairs on his chest just as she closed her eyes, breaking contact with him. His eyes stayed locked on hers as she took him in her mouth, until the sensation was too intense, and his eyelids closed against his will. One hand was on her shoulder, the other was entwined in her silken hair. He was not trying to control her motions, oh no. That would detract from the bliss that she was inflicting on him. They had been together long enough and had long ago lost any inhibitions about exploring the specifics of what brought them pleasure. He let her take control, working him with her lips and tongue for several long moments until he was on the verge of climax. Then his hand tightened in her hair, and he pulled back, lifting her up and molding his lips to hers. Their tongues touched, first briefly, then with an urgency that reflected the passion they both felt. His hands roamed over her slender form, touching, massaging, gently squeezing. He felt her nipples, taut and inviting, ruby peaks on her perfect breasts. He touched her cheek, the beautiful lines of her face a constant reminder to him of how fortunate he was to have her. His hand slid between her thighs, feeling both heat and moisture in the feminine core of this woman. He knew that he was aroused, almost beyond his ability to imagine. She was just as eager for him, and that thought was as exciting as all the other sensations combined.“Mae…” he said again. She was his life, his reason for living. Before he met her he had been on a spiral heading down, and nothing could arrest his fall. Everything he believed in had been proven to be a lie. His closest friends and allies had proven not only false, but had been actively working against him while trying to convince him otherwise. He had been ready to end it, an orgy of immolation that would take his so-called friends down with him. She had come out of the sun in a silk dress, like a watercolor in the rain. Her hand had been a balm on his wounded soul, and his anger had melted before the love that she exuded toward him, and no one else. The initial attraction had quickly turned to love, a love that he had never known he possessed and could not understand in the least. Now he held her close, walking slowly toward their bedroom. While sex in the living room or kitchen could be compelling, the bedroom was more comfortable. He held her tightly, making sure that her backward steps did not make her fall. She could not fall. She would not fall. He didn’t understand what the source of her love was, and he was hesitant to raise the question. It was enough for him that she loved him, and gave him the trust that he needed to survive in a world where trust was nonexistent. They reached the bedroom, and the king-sized bed beckoned them for attention. He lifted her gently and laid her down on the soft covers. He lay down beside her, his hand still exploring her nether reaches. “You are my life, Mae….” he whispered. It was the truth. She was his life. And he would have it no other way. Mae slowly released James' shaft as he pulled her to her feet. As his lips met with hers she kissed him deeply, passionately as her hands instantly embraced his shoulders. The feel of his tongue as it danced with hers caused her to begin firmly massaging his shoulders while his hands explored her body. Softly moans escaped her lips as he traced over every bit of skin he could reach. "Oh James." she moaned, breaking their kiss just as his hand slid between her thighs. In the years they'd been together she never tired of his touch, each one was a wonderful feeling, driving shivers down her spine. She smiled as he began, backing her up the stairs of their home to their bedroom. It had been quite some time since they'd slept in their bed, even longer since they'd made love in it. With all the missions they had, all the paranoia they lived with, a free moment was difficult to come by. They had one now though, and they were going to both enjoy it to the best of their abilities. James reached behind Mae and pushed their bedroom door open before backing her into the room. Her eyes fixed on his the entire time. She knew the house well enough that she didn't worry about tripping or falling over something, and where she didn't know the house, she knew her husband, and where she trusted no other, at his word she'd walk into a burning building if he told her she'd be alright. She laughed softly as they reached the bed for just as she started to climb onto it James swept her off her feet and laid her down. They were the kind of couple that you really wouldn't' believe what they did for a living, not if they were seen in moments of passion, moments of intimacy. Mae watched James as he circled around the other side of the bed and laid down beside her. His hand once more finding his way between her legs. His touch sending a pleasure filled chill down her spine as she wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him close to her. Moaning as she brought his lips to hers and kissed him again. Her moans grew louder as he continued to tease her. Unfortunately their moment of pleasure was doomed to failure, for at that very moment a small group of men had entered the house. Their goal, of course to end the lives of the Devlin couple. The person who sent them of course was really anyone's guess, but the two of them would have their suspensions. Once James was completely in their bedroom, he had pushed the door shut with one of his feet. Mae was just tracing her hand along James' abs as their bedroom door creaked open. The deed was to be quick and untraceable, and it was. Within seconds of hearing the door creak open Mae had reached under James' pillow and pulled out a hand gun, pointing it to the door between their stomachs she pulled the trigger. Seconds after the shot was fired the man hit the floor as Mae sighed and broke the kiss. "Our worlds will have to wait my love, it would seem it's time for work." Mae smiled softly as she took the barrel of the hand gun, then handed it to James. Though he liked her to have guns, she preferred either her sword, or the right to throw things. A few minutes earlier…. They crouched in the darkness outside the house, clutching their weapons and glancing around nervously, wondering if this was some trap designed to kill them. Two were human, dressed in mismatched bits of military uniform. They were unshaven and unkempt, and the tracker had been forced to stay upwind of them when he tried to maintain a bead on their quarry. The third member of the party was a gnome. His hairless, yellow skin seemed to glow in the dim starlight, and the others wondered if he was drawing unwelcome attention to them just by being there. His thin lips drew back from his pointed, uneven teeth in a grimace as he considered the short straw he had drawn. He was a killer, and enjoyed the feeling of inflicting pain, but being the point man for this sorry group was not his idea of fun. He knew that if something happened, he would be on his own. Then again, he reasoned, if something happened, he would be dead, so it wouldn’t matter much. The tracker shuffled uneasily, feeling something was amiss but not wanting to draw attention even from his erstwhile allies. His green, slimy skin was a contrast to the gnome, and his face was totally alien. A circular mouth lined with small, pointed teeth. Two glistening black eyes devoid of any feeling or warmth. No nose, just a ragged slit, dripping mucus, that was his primary asset in this ensemble. He had followed the prey here. He had done his job. They made him carry a gun, which he was unsure how to use. He nodded again, then whispered in the sibilant tones common to his race, “They are there. In that house.” He pointed to the dark structure that seemed no different from any of the others. “Therefore.” One of the humans prodded the gnome. “Let’s get this over with,” he spat, hefting the rifle that was his sole source of power. The gnome turned and hissed at the man, then moved forward to the side door of the house. He didn’t bother trying to pick the lock, instead simply ramming a long pick into the keyhole and forcing the door open. Loud, but fast. He moved inside in the same crouch that characterized the gait of every gnome, his preternatural hearing picking up the sounds of humans in the throes of passion. He relaxed a bit, thinking that this might go a bit easier than he had thought. The gnome pushed the bedroom door open, his gun raised and ready. The orders had specified that the man was to be killed, but the woman was to be captured alive if possible. Apparently their employer had designs on her that went beyond extracting information. The last thought in the gnome’s mind was that he could understand how someone would be interested in her. Then Mae’s shot ended his consideration of anything at all. The tracker was already fleeing, but the two humans were not so easily deterred. They wanted the payment they had been promised, and they were willing to take the risks necessary to get it. They did, however, realize that standing in the doorway the gnome had just entered was a bad idea. Furthermore, they both dove sideways, seeking cover in the living room of the house. Mae held out the gun to James. When he didn’t take it she glanced beside her. She should have known. He was already gone. Hunting. James had heard the door open at the same instant that Mae did, but her speed was greater than his, and she had the gun in her hand before his hand was able to slide under the pillow. He was thankful for her abilities, and at some point he knew that they would have to find out what part of her heritage was responsible for her superhuman reactions. As she aimed and fired, he slid smoothly down to the floor, reaching under the bed and grasping the pistol grip of the assault rifle. In smooth, practiced motions he pulled and released the charging handle, chambering a round, and then touched the button on the holographic sight. The red, glowing crosshairs appeared instantly, and he moved quickly to the doorway, stepping over the gnome’s still-twitching body. The lights in the living room were still on, and he spotted one of the attackers trying to crouch behind an end table. One three-round burst pulped the man’s head. James heard a noise to the left and switched immediately to the other side of the doorway. He saw another figure retreating back toward the outside door, a shoulder weapon in its hands. Another burst, and the figure collapsed with a scream, dropping the gun and writhing in agony on the floor. James felt rather than heard Mae coming toward him, grateful again for her reactions. He was angry. Angry that their passion had been interrupted by these fools, and angry that Mae had been threatened. He turned to her and said in a conversational tone, “This time there’s one still alive. We’ll take up where we left off once we know who intruded here and decide how to express our displeasure.” As Mae noticed James was gone she smiled, sure she was quick, but he wasn't exactly slow. As she shot the gnome he was off the bed, grabbing a gun then shortly out the door. Mae on the other hand just sat up watching the gnome's lifeless body. It didn't matter if there were fifty men in their home. They'd be dead long before she got out of the doorway...' Dead'She thought, shaking her head, then quickly she got to her feet and raced towards the door. Carefully she stepped over the gnome with a robe in hand. Wrapping it around her as she rushed towards the staircase." James, James don't kill the..." She paused in her speech as she reached the bottom of the stairs, James was already explaining to her that he didn't kill all of them, so she could still get some information. She placed her left hand softly on the side of his face before kissing him deeply, before giving him a chance to respond she released him. Sharply she turned towards the man that was still alive and approached him. Her eyes narrowed as she lowered herself to the ground. Softly she placed a finger over the man's mouth and hushed him." Quiet now, everything will be just fine." Mae's tone was calm, very peaceful, as if she were talking to her own child who just woke up from a nightmare. She then smiled as she looked up at James, placing her hand on the males' forehead she closed her eyes. She shuttered slightly as visions flashed through her mind, names, places, faces. Almost to quickly to catch. As she released the man's forehead she got quickly to her feet before looking down at the intruder and slowly shaking her head." You broke into my home, my husband and I were trying to have a quiet evening before finishing a job, now, you've ruined all our lives." Her tone of course was still soft, still completely filled with innocence as she took the gun out from the pocket of her robe and put a bullet in the man's head. Once he was dead she threw the gun on the ground and shook her head as she walked towards James. Placing her face against his chest she wrapped her arms tightly around him as she continued to shake her head. After a few moments of silence on her part she lifted her head, resting her chin on James' shoulder as she took in a deep breath." That rat, just tripled in size. Our employer wants you dead." Slowly she pulled back from James as she made eye contact with him." I also saw some of the same buildings I saw the other night, along with some new ones. I'm not sure how James but, these men are tied to the first assholes. The gnome upstairs is part of a larger crew of gnomes, when they learn of his death they'll be coming after our employer, who will send them to us. The humans, well the other one is a nobody, according to this guy and he. You remember that rather old fellow about four jobs back? The one who used to always try and lift my dress with his cane? This is his grandson"Mae sighed softly shaking her head "Our world is getting smaller." I-17 snaked north from Phoenix through a parched landscape of craggy hills. It was a transitional area, not quite the true desert that stretched south of the city, not quite the still-arid but more inviting mountainous region to the north that included the almost-prospering area around Flagstaff. The highway was in decent shape despite years of neglect, mainly because traffic was not just light, it was nonexistent. James knew that a bridge or two had collapsed further north, but between metro Phoenix and Black Canyon City the only hazards would be disabled vehicles. He drove the SUV, his free hand on the center console with Mae’s resting lightly on top of it. They were both dressed for work, and they were both armed. The vehicle carried additional weapons and equipment that they might need, but he hoped they could do this without bloodshed. If it was as they had been told, simple squatters, they might be frightened off easily. But Mae’s revelation the night before made him think that nothing was as it seemed. Why go to the trouble of hiring them and giving them a cash deposit if they were targets themselves? He knew that there had been another member of the band that had interrupted them, a tracker. The spoor was unmistakable. They had been tracked from the city. And Mae was convinced that the man who had hired them was behind it. Her word was enough for him. The morning sun was already burning away the chill of the night, and James donned a pair of aviator-framed sunglasses. In a more civilized era the trip would have taken just minutes. Now, he took his time, avoiding both burned-out wrecks and potential booby traps, picking his way slowly north. He looked at his wife, his heart beating faster at the sight of her face. He almost wanted to turn the SUV around and run, to head far away where they could make a life for themselves with no one stalking them. Furthermore, he knew that to do that would be the death of their relationship. For him to give in to fear would destroy one of the things that she loved about him. He knew that, and he resolved to be true to her.“You said he wanted me dead,” James said, referring to her vision from the night before. He hesitated a moment, then continued. “What does he want with you?” He felt that he already knew the answer, and that the answer would both appall and enrage him. It was rare that someone they dealt with did not have desires for his wife. It was rarer that someone had the resources to actually be a threat to her.“You sometimes keep your impressions quiet,” he said. “This time I need to know the instant you feel something. We’re being played, and I want to turn the tables.” He squeezed her hand. “We’ll do it together, like we always do.” They topped out over a ridge and saw Black Canyon City laid out below them. There were two distinct halves to the small town, one east and one west of the highway. The west side had already been flattened by the Briggs-Siemens construction crews. The only evidence that it had been inhabited was the road network and the few building foundations that remained. It was otherwise a clean slate, ready for the use of the mega-corporation that laid claim to this whole valley. The east side still existed as a town, and showed evidence of habitation. Smoke etched upward from a dozen chimneys, and James saw people moving about between the houses. Squatters, they had been told. He exited onto the frontage road south of the town and drove slowly north, the mapping system on the dash showing him the road layout as it had existed a decade before. He looked at Mae. “Let’s make contact and see what we’re dealing with. I’m not taking anything for granted.” Mae sat silent in the passenger seat of their SUV, the visions, the gnome, those men still fresh in her mind. They disturbed the sanctity of their home, and to him her husband. This thought boiled her blood, and to add to it, they wanted her for sick pleasures. The thought of that made her stomach turn. She wasn't about to become some bastard's toy. She was married, happily married to James, bound to him for all eternity and beyond death it's self. If he passed before her, she would either go on forever widowed or follow his fate. Mae was the type who would prefer to follow his fate. She wouldn't even try to imagine a life without him. She wouldn't dare to think such a possibility could even exist. James was her life, and without him, without him life wasn't worth living for her.“What does he want with you?” Her blood ran cold when he asked his question. She didn't lie to him at the house, she wouldn't dare. Their relationship was built entirely off their trust in one another, because they knew they were all each other had. Their will to survive and knowing they could always trust the other. So when he asked what the visions were, yes she told him they wantedhimdead, because that's what they were there for, they were there to kill Mr. James Devlin. She turned her head slowly as she looked at him then turned back towards the front looking out the windshield." You already know the answer to that question James, please don't make me say it"The whole idea completely disgusted her, she wasn't a sex object. What she had with James was passion, it was romance, it was love. Sure they could have fucked like rabbits when they got home, in truth it had probably been several months since the last time they were alone in bed together, but it wouldn't have been as satisfying for them. Having it interrupted by someone who wanted to kill them was bad enough, but having it interrupted by someone who just wanted to play with her, enslave her for their own lustful desires. She was drawn from the thoughts as James spoke again. She nodded at him mentioning her keeping her impressions silent. Many times she did, for one reason or another, but he was right, this time the kid gloves had to come off, these bastards needed to know who exactly they were messing with. They needed to pay for last night, and the nights that would follow. Mae and James both knew that last night wasn't going to be their only run in with trouble, and now they were going to work which meant they could very well have issues from both sides of the fence. As he squeezed her hand she squeezed back, turning her head and looking at him once more, a smile on her face." Anything I learn my love... You will know too." As they got to what was once considered the East side of town, only now to be all that was left Mae took a deep breath. She didn't get nervous with jobs, and she wasn't nervous with this one, not really. She was just very uneasy, it seemed the more jobs they took, the more their neck was on the line. When James spoke she once more looked at him, then leaned over and softly pressed her lips to his as she whispered softly against them." Assume everything has another story until we see proof that it doesn't... Understood. You would be best to do the talking. I have a tendency to make things sound better than they really are, where you, have a way of... Well not." Mae smiled again as she slipped from the SUV, straightening out her clothing as she placed one of her hands on her back, she nodded to herself before closing the door to their vehicle and taking a good look around. She said nothing as she walked over to where James had moved to after exiting their wheels, and she laced her arm in his while they made their way down one of the streets. She smiled over at him before whispering softly as she put her head lightly on his shoulder." Try to stay away from 'we are here because we were hired to kill you' type things however, that seems to put people in a bad mood." Mae laughed softly, she knew James wasn't stupid enough to be that blunt with them, but the two of them were rather tense in comparison to how they were usually on missions so they could use a bit of lightening up. James activated the security system on the SUV’s dashboard. Any attempt to use a key or jumpstart the vehicle would fail unless either he or Mae disabled it first. He stepped out, adjusting his Sunbelt briefly before hefting his rifle. In the city, with the normal engagement ranges short, he preferred a shotgun. Out here in the desert, targets could present themselves out to several hundred meters away, necessitating something with greater reach than a scatter gun. James’s weapon was an FN/FALL (in .308, which gave him both the range he needed and ample power to deal even with larger, more powerful adversaries. He loaded a twenty-round magazine into the rifle and worked the action, chambering a round. A flick of his thumb moved the selector to ‘safe.’ He had two more magazines in the pockets of his vest. He hoped that they would not be needed, but as bitter experience had taught him, hope in one hand, shit in the other, see which fills up faster. The air, which had been chill in the pre-dawn darkness when they left Phoenix, was already warm and soon would get stiflingly hot. A weak breeze did nothing to alleviate the heat, instead feeling more like a blow-dryer on medium. James and Mae walked toward the inhabited area of the town, watching as the residents went about their business, paying them only the normal attention due to strangers in this age of isolation. He chuckled at her words. Nowadays, he generally let her do the soft negotiations, since she was both better-spoken and less intimidating than he was. It was a huge advantage that they had, in that they were able to adapt their approach easily to whatever situation they faced. She was the gentle face, that concealed an iron will and the ability to read the thoughts of everyone they dealt with. He was the muscle, but those who deemed him simply a gun-hand were soon schooled differently. His subtle tactics and his ability to think outside the box had often made violence unnecessary. Together they were very hard to beat. The inhabited part of the small town consisted of a few dozen houses in various states of disrepair, surrounding a single large building that according to the sign over the door housed the town hall, Chicken’s Family Diner, and something called the “Rate Nest.” As James and Mae approached the door, it opened and a scrawny, unshaven man lurched out, almost falling before he steadied himself. He wore torn pants and a filthy white t-shirt. His bloodshot eyes struggled to focus, and when he saw the pair walking toward him, he took a deep breath. “They said trouble was becoming’,” he said in a raspy voice. “Looks like it’s here.” He edged sideways, his hands up and open as if to show he was no threat. “See you folks later,” he said, before scurrying away into an alley. James stepped inside, holding the door for his wife and letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. The heat was still present, but with a humidity and an odor that combined frying food, unwashed bodies, and cheap perfume in an unhealthy mixture. The long bar occupied one wall, with a bartender and several almost-comatose patrons in attendance. The opposite wall held glass cubicles, each with a large number painted on the front glass. A stage with musical instruments occupied the far wall, thankfully empty of life at this early hour. James saw a kitchen behind the bar, a single cook bustling about. Only one of the dozen or so tables was occupied, by a humanoid with pointed ears who was busily devouring a plate of what appeared to be bacon and eggs. James looked at Mae. “We need to find someone in authority,” he said. He looked back at the occupants of this place. “If there is any authority here at all.” As they walked through town she glanced around at all the people, to her, they didn't appear on the outside to be deadly, and there were far to many for her to focus on the thoughts of just one at the present time. The most dangerous thing that was around however seemed to be James, her husband. He was to Mae the perfect example of 'boys and their toys' he liked his guns, in fact he liked them so much he made sure she always had one on her, fully loaded. She wasn't a gun person, not really, she preferred the chance to be able to throw shit. Throwing things was a typical woman thing, at least from the research that Mae had done, and she'd never thrown anything at James. So it was her chance to experiment. As they neared the door and the male scurried off she glanced over at James with a smirk before speaking softly "I always tell you not to bring that brute, he scares everything. If you weren't on my side, I'd be scared of it too." She smiled as he opened the door for her and she stepped inside. Glancing around she noted the number of creatures in the area, listening intently for the possibility of others being hidden." There's always someone in charge my love, even in a broken old rat's nest like this one." She smiled as she looked at him, the name on the sign was perfect, and she had just realized that. Slowly she turned and faced James, placing a hand on his cheek before glancing at his gun. "Wait here, I'll ask." Mae softly kissed James' lips before she approached the bar placing her hand on it. Mae was perhaps more armed to the gills than her husband was, but she concealed her greatest weapon with magic. On her back at all times in fact she wore a sword. A Katina that James had gotten her three weeks after they'd been married, another one of those things that he had convinced her to carry, allowing him to feel better about her being out in the field." Excuse me." Mae's voice was soft, and sweet as she got the attention of the tender. As the tender looked at Mae she concealed a gasp, a young woman, not even yet out of her teens was working behind the bar, she was a frail creature, and far as Mae saw it shouldn't be working at all. This sight gave her an uneasy feeling in her gut. The vibe they both got when they were given the job, the assassins at their home, and now this. Something was off, but they had a job to do. Mae closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and looking at the young woman once more." I was wondering, do you have a mayor, or a sheriff, someone we could talk to in higher authority?" As Mae finished speaking she finally followed the young girl's gaze which was going right towards James. Slowly she drew in another deep breath and laughed softly. "Don't worry about him, he's a teddy bear." Mae winked playfully at the young girl to help relax her as she continued. "Now, about that person in charge?" The young woman spoke not a word as she pointed back down a dark corridor then returned to what she was doing. With that Mae pushed back from the bar and looked at James, gesturing down towards the shadows where the girl had directed her before she began that way herself, figuring James wouldn't be far behind her. James started down the hall, following Mae with just a glance back at the bartender. She seemed cowed, almost terrified. He wondered what could evoke such emotions in such a young girl. His thoughts almost drowned out the sound. He felt it first, a throbbing in the soles of his feet. Irregular. Pulsing, then fading. It quickly grew in intensity until he heard it. One pulse, two, then several. Growing louder, closer. It sparked a memory, but he couldn’t place it. It was now loud enough the barkeep heard it, looking at the entrance, then glancing at him in fear. Then the memory congealed and he realized what it was. He debated for a split second, then yelled, “Get down!” to Mae and launched himself at the young girl, his body taking hers to the floor. The Dagger anti-tank missile was a seventy-five-year-old design, obsolescent for more than half of that time. It was hard to control, requiring the gunner to maneuver the missile in flight using a joystick. Newer designs demanded only that the gunner keep a set of crosshairs on the target. This missile had to be flown like a model airplane. The pulsing and throbbing noise was caused by the control rockets that adjusted the missile's course as it was flown by the gunner. In this case the problem was not so great. Instead of a moving tank, the target was the immobile front of the Rate Nest. The impact was impressive. Whoever was using this weapon had removed the antiarmor shaped charge and replaced it with a combination high explosive/fragmentation warhead. The front of the building disintegrated, and the interior was bathed in tiny metal fragments. The customers were not so much killed as shredded. James and the girl were shielded by the heavy wooden bar, and Mae was around the corner and also came through untouched. James stood, rifle now off his shoulder and held at the ready as he peered over the bar, looking for targets. The girl was lying in a fetal position, hands over her ears, afraid to move. No obvious targets presented themselves. It was hard to see through the smoke and dust that the missile strike had kicked up, and he wasn’t willing to go outside and make himself a target just yet. A mile away, the gunner wiped dust from his goggles and waited while his assistant loaded another missile onto the launcher. This was a crude weapon, far less capable than the precision instruments he normally used, but his employer had provided the tools. It was not his place to object. When the second missile was ready, he targeted the SUV that the targets had driven here. Once again, he fought the blast as the crude missile launched, then used the joystick to bring it in line with the vehicle. A few seconds later there was a blossom of flame and black smoke as the SUV was obliterated. Their work was complete. If the targets had been killed, so much the better. If not, it fell to others to finish the job. They drove away northward, without another thought to those they had slaughtered. To them, it was just a job. James waited a few moments, then moved in a crouch around the corner into the hallway. He pulled Mae up, then ducked and pulled her down with him as the second missile impacted the SUV. When no more explosions followed, he glanced down the hall. The office at the end seemed empty, but there was no way to tell exactly who or what might be there. He looked at his wife. “You were right,” he said quietly. “They’re after us. And we need to find out why. But first, tell me what you can feel right now.” He had learned to rely on her senses, so much different from those enjoyed by normal humans. She would be able to identify nearby threats, and that could mean the difference between life and death for them. Mae quickly rounded the corner and hit the ground as James yelled for her to get down, she didn't see that he had gone after the young bartender to protect her. Though she had a good idea that he would. James' knowledge of weapons was vast superior to her own. If it took a bullet he knew how to take it apart and put it back together, he knew every in and out of it imaginable. So she questioned nothing when it came to that. Not that she questioned James that often, though admirably there were times, they were just very, very few and far between. As the explosion hit Mae closed her eyes tightly. Not so much in fear but more to drown out her surroundings. When this was done, when James came back to her, she had to have answers to the questions she knew he would have, and she would. As smoke filled the air from the blast she covered her mouth allowing her mind to search through the wreckage, customers were murdered, even the cook didn't survive, he was standing at the time. Didn't take James' reactions as a warning obviously, but a smile was still able to cross her lips, James was ok, and so was the girl. As James pulled Mae up she opened her eyes and smiled, gently brushing a hand over his face. He meant everything to her, if she lost him she wouldn't even follow the few rules she did. As the second explosion his she clung to James as a scared child, burring her face in his chest until things once again settled." You were right" The three perfect words that every woman loved to hear from her man right? Well not Mae, not from James, and certainly not in situations like this. Mae was paranoid, abnormally so, she had to be. With the visions she got all to often it was difficult not to be. This meant those words from James were saying that one of her bad thoughts were real, and right now she wasn't liking that idea. Not that she ever really did." You mean besides the fact that destroyed our baby?" She replied, of course referring to their SUV, James and Mae lived lives that didn't really allow them to start a family, and the only way the two of them would retire would be in death. Which could possibly be sooner, rather than later. Mae closed her eyes as she continued to speak "They only had two, the first to kill us, the second to destroy our vehicle if the first failed." Mae slowly opened her eyes, looking up at him as she continued. "They'll be back though. To make sure they finished the job. These people were simply baited for us, at least some of them. I... I don't know." she stammered with her words and shook her head. "Magic interference, mages maybe, powerful ones nearby, they're blocking out... I can't read anything else outside this room love." Mae wrapped her arms around James and hugged him tightly as she continued to speak "I'm sorry, when we are finished here perhaps we should do things the old-fashioned way." she stated before releasing him and turning to the office. She sighed softly and shook her head as she looked around. "I don't sense a familiar presence, which means the man who hired us wasn't here, he was never here." Of course the man who hired them wasn't there, they wouldn't have wanted to kill him, but that's not fully what she meant. What Mae meant was that Jason Shivers, CEO of Briggs-Siemens had never been on that property, never been within hundreds of miles of it, not that she could sense at least. For her that was the most obvious sign of all, there was a great deal more going on than met the eye, and secretly Mae kicked herself for not catching it sooner. “The old-fashioned way….” Mae’s words brought back a mélange of memories, some that he had deliberately tried to forget over the last few years. Their business was by necessity a violent one, but of late they had tried to mitigate the worst excesses of both their targets and their clients. The world was a nasty enough place without more needless carnage, and James for one was more than happy to tone things down when possible. Now, it seemed, those efforts would be moot. Someone was after them, and had no compunctions about collateral damage. With one last glance at the young bartender, still lying on the floor with tears in her eyes, he nodded to his wife and led her down the dark hallway. Aside from a few pieces of smoldering debris, the interior of the corridor had been spared from the blast. A single light fixture on the ceiling lacked a bulb, so the only light came from the door at the end, which was partially open and showed the glow from a fluorescent bulb within. James held his rifle by the grip and eased the door open with his left hand, keeping himself between his wife and any possible threat. He saw immediately that he needn’t have worried. The sole occupant of the room had assumed room temperature several hours ago at least. The fat man sat behind a battered wooden desk, his eyes beginning to cloud over. The front of his shirt was soaked in the blood that had streamed from his throat, which was slit from ear to ear. The six-pointed gold star badge that denoted his position as sheriff here was likewise drenched in blood that was already starting to harden. A revolver lay on the blotter on the desk in front of the corpse, the cylinder open and the ammunition placed carefully beside the gun. James noted that the dead man had an empty holster on his belt, and assumed that this was the gun the sheriff normally carried. He moved closer, examining the man’s hands. In his left hand, which was also covered in blood, was a box cutter with the blade extended. Was it possible? He glanced back at Mae, then returned his attention to the body. Did the sheriff slit his own throat?________________________Nearby…..“Why do you hesitate? You know what is at stake!” The voice was angry, fearful. “Take them now!” There was stirring around the table as the other mages warred with their feelings and their trepidation. They had remained secret for so long, and now this offer from one of the normal shad divided them and thrown their ordinarily quiet meditations into disarray. Some wanted to retreat, to vanish back into the mountains where they had first found each other and felt safe. Others wanted to stay, to extend the uneasy truce that had given them the chance to live here in a normal fashion. A few ignored all other concerns and were only motivated by the power they had been promised. That power was intoxicating, and it was so close…. The magister raised his staff and dropped the heel against the floor, the resounding thud silencing the discord. He looked around the chamber, taking the measure of his fellows. “The fem has the sight,” he said in a voice that resembled a rasp against a block of wood, “and she has power that could serve us, properly channeled.” He nodded. Forcing the sheriff to kill himself had been easy. Overcoming this woman would be far more difficult, and the man was protected by her aura. No matter. It had to be done, one way or the other.“Begin,” he said. Mae followed closely behind James. James had been her protector since the day they had met. She had never understood the meaning of sacrifice or the reason one would wish to sacrifice themselves for another. Not until him, James had taught her a great deal about life, through the power of love. He would die for her a thousand times over just to keep her from suffering the same fate, as she would do the same for him. As they entered the office she stayed close behind him. Close enough that he would know if something happened to her, but not so close that if something happened to her, she would instantly suffer the same fate. Even if that's how she would wish it, dying with him rather than living along. It's not what he wished, and she would always honor his wishes. As they moved inside Mae shook her head, shaking it of the all to familiar smell of death and deception. As they approached the desk, the Sherri as his appearance tended to make accurate she lowered her head. James and Mae were bounty hunters, they killed for a living, but they were always careful about their targets, and never killed those who showed they were truly innocent. Was this man innocent, she didn't know, and in truth it didn't much matter. Not at this point. After all, if he was innocent he wouldn't have fallen, because he wasn't the target, they were. As James approached the man Mae watched him. While Mae was praying for his soul to receive safe passage James was looking for a cause, a reason that this man had to die. "He's dead my love, he won't tell me anything." she replied softly. They had tried that not to long ago, and sense then she had been haunted by strange images of buildings and people. She assumed that's why he glanced back at her. She would have liked to help of course, but the truth was that she couldn't. Her abilities to get into the heads of others simply weren't strong enough to get into the minds of those who had already passed over to the other side. As she watched the man however she slowly reached across his desk, and picked up his gun. She was also able to get into objects, just like people they told stories. Stories of their cycle through time, what they'd done, and what they hadn't. Yes she could tell what gun, what blade killed a man, and what did not. Had Mae and James been born in a different time they would have made amazing cops. They would have prevented the world they live in now, but they weren't. So they walk on the shady side of the law. As Mae took the gun into her palm she closed her eyes. Leaning against the desk she allowed the images to flood her mind. She could see nothing at first, complete blackness, all around her, but she could hear a voice. A single voice, then she heard a click, as if a phone was being hung up. A few moments later she felt a shift, a minor earthquake then light. She was in a drawer, it made sense after she thought about it. On the man's left-hand side. She could feel the warm embrace of the man's hand as the gun was picked up and placed on the desk before he began to load the cylinder. He was waiting for someone, for something that he was going to kill. She could feel the man's tension grow as he loaded the gun. Then she could see three figures enter the room, though she felt five energies. Three belonging to the men who entered, one belonging to the sheriff, but she could not see the fifth, only feel it. She watched as two of the figures sat down, the third standing between the two. Their heads were covered in cloaks, much like the one she wore, and they spoke, a strange language. The sheriff was human, he couldn't understand them, but she could. While they spoke Mae lifted her hand to her throat as she removed it from the desk, the first motion she'd made that James would be able to see since she picked up the gun. Then the three forms changed to speaking English. Talking to the Sheriff, they spoke of the plan being in place, and how everything was going to be just fine." We brought you here for this mission, and when it is complete, when we have no further use for you, you will all be allowed to leave." her tone was soft as she repeated the words one of the masked creatures spoke to the sheriff. "None of my people will be hurt, you promised." she repeated the sheriff's words as one of the men stood up from his chair. "They will leave just as alive as they entered." she mans voice grew grim, as his hand moved back behind her. Towards the sheriff, then she felt herself being unloaded, the bullet's placed on the desk beside her. She could hear each little tap. Shortly after this the second creature stood, and the three left the room. Leaving behind that last energy. That last presence that she couldn't sense. That presence, it wasn't in the room after this moment, not where her and James were, but she was certain it had something to do with the events that followed. As the three creatures left, she could hear the man sigh, she could feel his warm breath brush across her flesh as if she were in fact truly there, then she heard another drawer open, and watched the box cutter get placed on the desk in front of her. She could feel the shift of the weight on the desk as he leaned against it. Mumbling something that she unfortunately couldn't make out as his eyes stayed fixed on the box cutter. Was it true? Did he really kill himself? He was promised a freedom, promised everything he once had, so why would he kill himself, why would he risk not giving that back to his people, unless? Mae gasped as the gun fell from her hand and she collapsed onto the floor. Physically of course she was unharmed, but her mind was racing with thoughts that she couldn't make sense of. Thoughts she wasn't sure if she truly wanted to make sense of them, or if James would even believe them when she shared them. James had been watching her as she held the gun, as her eyes closed, and she began to receive information from the object. He didn’t understand her powers, but he believed in them with a certainty borne of long experience. She could read the minds of others, and could sense things from inanimate objects. The only person she had never been able to establish a psychic link with was James himself. She had explained it to him once, long ago, when their relationship was just starting, but after they had realized that their love was real. She had referred to him as a “psychic blank,” a person who not only had no innate psychic abilities of his own, but who was immune to the effects of the mental powers that had become more common in this new world. Such people were extremely rare, and most of them were unaware of what they were. They were generally avoided by those who used paranormal powers on a regular basis, since they tended to have a negative impact on psychics and mages near them. They had never figured out why, but he had the opposite effect on Mae. Her abilities were enhanced in his presence, and when he was near to her his immunity was partially transferred to her, letting her escape the worst effects of a paranormal attack. For her to collapse as she did mean the effects of whatever she had felt from the gun were unbelievably intense, and that meant a very powerful mage, or a group of them. Either meant problems for them, and more questions that they had to answer not just to succeed at their task, but to survive at all. His first task was more urgent. He knew that Mae would need some time to recover, and their vehicle was now a smoking wreck, of no use them at all. He needed somewhere safe for them to rest for a while. Furthermore, he slung his rifle over his shoulder and scooped Mae up in his arms, looking around quickly. The hallway they had entered through was not an option. He didn’t know whether they would exit into a fusillade from whoever had destroyed the SUV, and with Mae out of action he would not take the risk. This office had another door, and James pulled it open and walked quickly down the darkened hall, passing the open door to a dingy bathroom and then entering a large bedroom. Surprisingly, the room appeared relatively clean. The bed was made, the linens seeming fresh and smelling of soap. A table with two chairs occupied one wall, and an old-style cabinet television was faced by a small couch. A single lamp on the nightstand illuminated the room. He glanced around, making sure they were alone, then kicked the door closed and laid her carefully on the bed. He unslung his rifle, his eyes never leaving her face. The job, the threat, the possible take on this outing were all forgotten. She was his only concern. James sat next to her, taking one of her hands in his and rubbing it gently. No one who they routinely dealt with would believe the tenderness of his touch, the concern in his face. His expression did not change as he watched her, holding her hand, waiting for her to come back to herself. Then the lock in the door clicked loudly. Mae was almost back, her eyelids fluttering and her breathing steady. James stood, in the same motion drawing the .45 automatic from his hip. He walked slowly to the door, stood to one side and tried the knob. Locked. He noticed something he had missed as they had entered. This door was not a simple, thin wooden portal like the others in this decrepit building. It was hardened steel, and the frame was reinforced to prevent any attempt at breaking in. Or out. They were trapped. Mae let out of soft moan, far more pain than pleasure as she slowly lifted her hand to her head. Her eyes were still fluttering open and closed as she tried to regain focus on what was around her. She was still laying down, that much she gathered, but it was a bed not a floor. The thought made her smile. James had found a comfortable place for her to lay while she recovered. Somewhere out of sight so that she could make a full recovery before they got back to work. This was the downfall to her abilities, though they never worked this bad before, at least not in a long time. There was powerful magic around, she could feel it, even now. "I'm sorry my love." she spoke softly as she opened her eyes and looked at James. She could feel the magic flowing through her again as her magic returned, but she never should have collapsed, no she should have been ready for anything. As she sat up she looked at the foot of the bed, then back over at James." That's not going to work." she stated calmly, pulling her feet in towards her as she patted the bed in front of her. "Come, sit, we must conserve as much energy as we can. For when they return." she sighed softly, she didn't like being a sitting duck, and she knew he didn't either. There was nothing to say they'd return, nothing to say they wouldn't just blow up the room the two of them were in, but they needed a plan, something more solid." If we weren't working with mages I could get us out the front door, I'm afraid they'll expect that however, so you." she began looking at her husband. "And I must think outside the box. Could we possibly go down? Most buildings like this have a crawl space, if we could get to it, we could go anywhere under the building we need to go." She stopped speaking as she looked at James, placing a hand on his shoulder as she smiled. "If the bad guys didn't have control of the keys I could totally take advantage of this moment." she teased before leaning forward and softly kissing James' cheek. He sat beside her, considering their options. This room….. It had been prepared for them. This whole situation had been set up to entice them in, but why? First a straightforward eviction job, then a rocket attack by what had to be either a third party or a seriously overeager cohort, followed by a psychic trace that left Mae unconscious, and finally this room. Clean, well-kept, totally out of place in this dump. And meant to hold them for…..? At her words, a thought occurred to him. Perhaps if their captors thought that they were truly distracted, they might try to come in, giving him the chance to take one of them. And the best of all distractions was…. He turned to her and said seriously, “That’s exactly what I want to do, Mae. I want to take advantage of this moment. Right now.” He leaned forward and kissed her with all the passion that he felt for her. Seeing her collapse had shaken him, and he was glad to see her back to her normal self. He realized that they were being observed, and that there was danger in what he proposed, but he had another motive in addition to possibly enticing one of their captors to come in here. If this was going to mean their deaths, he didn’t want to die without making love to his wife one more time. He stood, leaning the rifle against the wall next to the bed. He drew the pistol from its holster and set it on the nightstand where he could grab it quickly when he needed to. The Sunbelt found the floor quickly, and he sat back down beside her, one arm pulling her close, the other hand touching her face. He kissed her again, this time letting his tongue search her lips. When the kiss broke, he kept his face within scant millimeters of hers while his hand moved down, first brushing over her full breast, then moving to the buttons of her shirt. One by one, he released them, his eyes never leaving hers. He suddenly realized that regardless of the circumstances, regardless of the danger, he wanted her. Now. This would be an affirmation of life, spitting in the face of death. Now if he could just keep death from spitting back. Mae was completely serious when she made her comment about wishing to take advantage of the situation. The two of them hadn't been alone long enough to really make love in a long time, their last attempt was squandered by some rather shady characters who were meant to kill them... Or drive them here? She watched James, as he was deep in thought, his mind was racing she could tell that just by looking at him. On what however she couldn't really tell. Of course when she made her comment and turned his attention to her is when she got quite curious of what was in his head. He was going to take advantage of the situation, the last time they tried they were interrupted, and now in the hands of the enemy, right here he wanted to make love to her? James had done some strange things throughout the time that Mae had known him, but at this moment she was completely baffled as to why he would risk it. They lower their guard and what? Of course, she loved James, with every fiber of her being and beyond, but it was risky, even for them. At least that's what she thought until he kissed her. Mae couldn't get into her husband's head. She had tried since day one, it just couldn't be done, and she never found out why, but that kiss, it gave her insight into his thoughts. Not his exact thoughts of course not, but the passion in the kiss all but melted her defenses. As he stood she traced her tongue over her lips and watched him. Watched as he removed each item before slipping a gun from her cleavage and sliding it under one of the pillows. As he placed a hand on her face she placed her own over it as he pulled her near, watching the world slip away, all but the two of them as his tongue traced over her lips. Slightly she parted her lips, welcoming his tongue into her mouth, sucking softly on it as it entered. Her hand slid down his hand and arm as her free hand wrapped around just as she worked to straddle his lap. At this point her mind was starting to view things as his was. The two of them were always on guard, but if they could catch the enemy off theirs they'd have the advantage. Of course, she wanted to make love to her husband, and after this job come Hell or high water she'd find somewhere that they'd be in a room together for a week, with the finest champagne and all the luxuries. It was a matter of finishing this job first, however. For the time being, she'd leave being alert up to their reflexes the rest of her was going to do what she could to get lost at the moment. As his hand brushed over her breast she moaned softly against his lip. A slight chill touched her flesh as he undid buttons, the slightest change in temperature being more obvious against the warm flesh of her chest. One of her hands slowly made its way down his side. "I love you James." Her voice was soft-spoken as she glanced down at him undoing her top. They were crazy for doing this, for attempting to make love right here, but if they were going to die, there was no better way Mae would want to go, and she had a feeling, there's no other way he'd rather go either. As enough buttons of her shirt were undone she shifted her shoulders, lowering her arms below them, so her sleeves could fall before she slipped out of it. Once her shirt was removed she wrapped her fingertips under the base of his shirt and slowly began pulling it up, pressing her lips once more to his as she did. Levels of consciousness. He had always been aware that there were more than one, but until he met Mae he hadn’t understood them with any clarity. She had helped him to bring the concept into focus, helped him to realize that he could use his awareness for purposes that would have caused the philosophers who conceived of them to blush in embarrassment. Level one was surface consciousness. Here he was fully engaged with the world around him. He saw Mae’s perfect body, silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom. He let the sight bring him to full arousal as it always did. She was so beautiful, so inviting and so captivating. He was eternally grateful that she had chosen him and equally mystified that she would do so. Other senses were engaged at this level as well. Her scent, the aroma of a woman ready to mate. Taste. Her lips on his tongue, taking him to another level of attraction. Touch…… Oh, my God, touch. Her blouse fell away from her shoulders, revealing her breasts, ruby-peaked, thrust out for him. His hands found them, fondling them, thumbs rubbing the nipples until they hardened in response. He let himself enjoy level one and descended to level two. Here, his senses still registered the input that had so enthralled him, but it was gently shunted aside so that he could access the feelings Mae was exuding, adding them to his own and creating a whole new set of emotions that combined their love for each other, their enjoyment of their sexuality, and the raw impulses of their hands and lips touching each other. It was, in a word, intoxicating. He always enjoyed finding this level with his wife. The intimacy they shared was intense, and he knew that no one else could ever find what they had together. Level three. He seldom went here, not having need to do so. Now, it was critical. This was the place where he broke past the huge distraction that Mae represented and found the ability to sense their surroundings in detail, beyond what normal humans could discern. He could feel the intentional cleanliness of the room, prepared specifically for them. He still couldn’t determine the purpose, but it was certain that they had been meant to end up here. Devices. He sensed several, both auditory and visual, as well as one that defied his knowledge. Perhaps Mae would understand it. It might be some kind of psychic snooper. He wasted little time on it. His attention was drawn immediately to the door, or more specifically what was approaching on the other side. Not human, but close. Just one, but he sensed others monitoring the proceedings with great interest. The being neared the door. James let himself lean into Mae, his lips melding with hers and his hands starting to squeeze her bust gently. Anyone watching would believe that he was in the throes of passion, unable to respond to anything but her charms….. The latch clicked audibly, and the door swung open. The dark shadow that filled the frame moved forward silently, black robes swishing noiselessly just above the floor. It entered the room… James rolled to his right, pushing Mae to his left to get her out of the line of fire should their captor decide to shoot. His right hand snaked out, not under the pillow but to the nightstand where he had placed his .45 automatic. As he simultaneously slid off of the bed and pivoted to face their captor, the pistol was raised to line-of-sight and his thumb snicked the safety off. He didn’t wait for Mae to report her safety. He knew that she was clear. He spared a brief second to analyze the target. Just under two meters in height. Flowing robes, dark gray or black in color. The opening for the face was pitch-black, without any form or feature. Fine. It made a perfect aiming point. The laser activated, confirming his aim in the center of the faceless face, and James triggered three rounds, riding out the recoil between each and watching with interest as the figure collapsed in the doorway. The door swung loosely, now no obstacle to their escape. He stood, turning to her, automatically dropping the magazine from the pistol and replacing it with a full one. “Your choice, dear,” he said. “Should we just leave, or do you want to get to know these people better? Now it’s on our terms.” Mae seemed to melt into that very moment with her husband. Of course, she didn't fully relax, she couldn't. They after all both knew at any time that someone would come to the door, wanting to kill them. Of course what she knew is that they wanted to kill him, not her. She would be kept for.... Later pleasures. None of which she was truly interested in being a part of. If he was going to die then she was going to do all in her power to follow, after of course avenging his death. Staying focused wasn't easy, however. She already had one night with James interrupted, and they had so very few. He was entrancing, and he knew just how to keep her under his spell. She didn't mind this though, she never would. Her mind went back to the first day she'd seen him, before they had even formally met. She was sitting outside a diner, and he was walking past on the sidewalk. On his way to a mission. She remembered him catching her eyes, every detail of what he wore that day, how he moved, how he captured each of her senses. At first, she was tongue-tied and weak in the knees. Feelings that she couldn't explain, she couldn't comprehend, even now. They were there however, strong as she could ever imagine them to be. She followed him for some ways once she was able to get herself to her feet. Following him was a chore, where she could follow damn near anyone, he was a bounty just like she was, he was always on his toes, always watching, always waiting. She was still to this day sure that he knew she was behind him, like a cat playing with a mouse. Normally that wasn't a phrase she would be willing to use for herself, but for him, it didn't matter. He had never hurt her, he would never hurt her. In fact, she saved her life that day. That's how they more or less formally met. He knew what he was walking into because he was briefed, she on the other hand was not so had no clue. She near got a bullet in the back when he tackled her, causing it to skim across his left shoulder instead, it was the first time Mae had ever healed James, first time she'd ever really healed anyone though she did have the ability all her life. The thoughts of their first meeting seemed to have the reverse affect, instead of keeping her mind focused on work when his cool hands took hold of her breasts and his thumbs rubbed over her nipples she let out a moan while she was brought back to the present with him. She loved every second with her husband, but times like this, especially now had so much more power to them, so much more benefit. Mae's hands slipped under James' shirt, tracing lightly over his bare flesh as she slowly slid her hands up his torso drawing his shirt further up his body. She was completely at the moment, entirely in the zone. Unaware of the figure outside the door, the thought didn't even occur to her until James leaned into her, and moaned against her lips. Not that James wouldn't, but that he went from softly playing, lightly teasing to pushing more intimacy. She of course didn't mind, but she knew at that point if the creature coming wasn't killed by James she'd kill it nice and slow. Mae slowly shifted on the bed, straddling her husband's lap as they continued to kiss. She knew at this point that they weren't going to get much farther, but this allowed her to be more easily moved one way or the other, and knowing they wouldn't kill her, it kept him a bit safer least up until he made his move. Mae gasped sharply as James spun her to his left side, collapsing softly on the bed she laid unmoved for only a second. That lack of movement however was more than enough time for James to scope out the enemy and get his shots off before he got to his feet. As he did and dropped the magazine to the floor she pulled her shirt up on her shoulder and looked back at James with a smile. "The only way we're going to get any peace is when we're done my love." she began before slowly sitting up and beginning to close up her shirt as she looked up at him. "We've never left a job unfinished, and we're not going to leave the slightest opening for these bastards to get one up on us. You know it, and I know it." As she finished speaking she got to her feet and stepped into James, lightly brushing a hand over his cheek. "Let's see what exactly we are paid to be here for, and drag all these bastards back to their Hell while we do." Mae's voice was slightly darker as she spoke the last bit, she was getting rather enraged. They were trying to kill the only man she's ever loved, the only man that she would ever love, and she wasn't going to let him go down like that. If he had to die, it was going to be on his terms, as the man she knew him to be, not slaughtered like a helpless lamb. Mae kissed James' lips softly before slowly pulling back. "This one knows nothing of the man that hired us, so this puzzle is larger than it first seemed." Mae had gotten a reading from the man soon as he entered the room, it was strong, as if he were giving her the information, though it wasn't false. She was telling him who he was and exactly what he wanted because he wished to torture her, now he may have been working for the man that hired the two bounties, but if he did, he didn't know him, he'd never met him. That kiss. It was an affirmation of everything that he believed in, everything that he fought for. The touch of Mae’s lips on his, so soon after he had killed to protect her, made all he did worthwhile. He holstered the pistol after upping the safety once more, then stepped forward and toed the body over while Mae straightened her clothing. The black, featureless mask had slipped off to reveal a normal human face, contorted in pain from the impact of three .45 caliber hollow points. A thorough search revealed a set of keys and a smartphone. James pocketed the keys and examined the phone, tilting it so that Mae could see it when she joined him, standing close beside him. Another man would have felt uncomfortable with a woman looking over his shoulder. He felt nothing but comfort and security. They were that close. The would-be specter had been running a display/presentation app, similar to the old Microsoft PowerPoint but incorporating 3D video. James scrolled through the specific program it was set to play. Ghosts, zombies, and threats of torture and death, punctuated by what had to be interludes of actual physical violence that would cement the message. Apparently the cameras that were observing them also incorporated projectors to enable this display. A glance down the hallway revealed an opening where before had been unbroken wall. James stepped back, lifting the rifle and chambering a round. “I’ll lead,” he said. “Stay close. They’re spooked now. We need to use the advantage.” He turned and looked at his wife, holding her eyes with his. “And don’t let them flood you with their energy. Stay clear, and stay with me. We’ll have time to probe them once we’re in control.” He knew that she was confident in her psychic abilities, but recent events had shown that their adversaries were strong and were willing to push her past her tolerance. He wouldn’t permit that to happen again. He moved carefully into the hallway and quartered the opening, making sure that no one was waiting to ambush them as they entered. The dimly-lit passage led to a stairway that led down into a darkness that was as palpable as it was visual. Not for the first time, James regretted not fitting a light to the rifle. He paused, then decided that sight was more important now than power. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and drew the pistol, pulling a powerful light from his pocket with his left hand. Now he felt comfortable proceeding. He heard rustling ahead and sped up, not wanting to allow anyone or anything to escape before he and Mae had a chance to question them. At the bottom of the stairs was a short hallway which ended with an open door, leading to a lighted room. The rustling continued as they approached, then stopped. James entered the room and immediately sidestepped to the right. He saw four robed figures in the corner of the room, clustered around a small pedestal that was topped with a glowing crystal. When they noticed him, they all backed away from him but did not get far from the crystal. He debated. First impulse was to shoot the crystal and watch them twitch. But he wanted information, and for that they had to be at least somewhat cooperative. Best ask first, he reasoned.“Your choice, love,” he whispered to Mae. “Take out the crystal, or kneecap one or two of the leaders who seem to be tied to it? I’ll be guided by your counsel.” Mae simply nodded silently to James' instructions, more requests than demands, but they were logical, and even if they weren't, she believed in James. This time however he didn't just go on blind faith. She had collapsed at the desk, and that could very well be what started this whole mess. No she wasn't really blaming herself for them being locked in that room. Although realistically it was her fault. She was meant to pick up that gun however, he was meant to take her to that room. They knew every move the couple made. It was as if they knew them. An old enemy perhaps? Or worse.... An old friend could be behind all of this. For all they knew the corporate junkie could just be another one of the pay cows, and this could go even deeper into the bowels of Hell than they imagined. The thoughts raced through her mind as she followed James in absolute silence. She moved as if her feet didn't even touch the ground, silence was key in their work so of course it was something they practiced. Their no noise movements allowed them to focus on other sounds, at times made her wish she had super human hearing, times such as this. She heard the same scuffing about that her husband did, not being far from him of course. She was all but touching him as they moved through the darkness. When they entered the room, her husband's eyes fixed on the creatures in robes and the crystal, while Mae scanned around the rest of the room. He was ready to kill anything that moved in a way he didn't care for, so he was prepared for anything, but she wanted to be prepared for anything that didn't need shot between the eyes. As James spoke she looked to him, before her eyes drew to the robed creatures and then to the crystal. "We don't know what the crystal is my love." She whispered in return as she studied the men, using only her eyes not her magic. As requested by her husband." If we shatter it, it could start a chain reaction that none of us can control, and which could be exactly what they want, on the other hand it could drain my magic if I get to close to it." She continued, her tone still a soft whisper as she shrugged slightly with her eyes. "It could also be from where they drive their energy, which could mean long as they're near it, they are unharmed. So let's try one theory at a time." She stated, her tone still a whisper as she glanced around the robed men, for any sign of a trap in the area." Take them down, if you can't damage them, then we know the crystal has to go. If you can, then we test the other two theories." Mae looked at James with a weak smile, one of her other theories was that it would steal her magic, which meant she'd have to risk getting closer to it, she'd have to risk losing her magic. However, if they were quick enough about it. She could keep everything she had. It was just a matter of timing, so at this time she just hoped that the timing was on their side. She hadn't mentioned it to him, but her next concern was whether he could simply shoot the crystal. If it was protected by magic it wouldn't be so easily broken, then there was it possibly holding some evil deity. So many things raced through her mind of what it could be. She felt near hopeless here as she had no idea what to expect and the more she thought about it. The more things came to mind. To say that the four mages were surprised by James and Mae’s sudden appearance in the heart of their realm was a vast understatement. They had been concentrating on the casting they were attempting, and had relied on their initiate to control the two intruders. Obviously that initiate had miscalculated when he decided that James would be too distracted to notice him, and now the mages no longer had a living initiate. That was the least of their problems at the moment. The glow from the crystal faded as the mages’ attention moved from the casting to the threat they now faced. And then it died completely as they each digested Mae’s words, consigning them to be victims of James and his pistol. It would have been instructive for the initiate to have experienced the minds of the mages as they instantaneously probed his fleeing thoughts. Their thoughts went from questioning as they saw through his eyes as he opened the door and saw James and Mae apparently lost within each other, to surprise as James spun, his eyes locked on the initiate, to fear as his pistol flared and the initiate’s vision went black, finally to horror as they saw that same pistol now aimed at them. Added to this was the unbelievable reality that Mae, a fellow sensitive and one who they had hoped to recruit to join them, was now urging him to kill them. Even more disturbing to them, had they the chance to realize it, was the fact that while they could see James clearly using their physical eyes, their inner sight did not reveal him at all. It was as if he did not exist. Unfortunately, the reality was that he did exist, his pistol definitely did exist, and unless they were very lucky they would very soon be joining their initiate in exploring the world beyond life. All four reacted simultaneously. “No! Don’t shoot!” They all began pleading for their lives, their voices mingling, their hands now raised above their heads, one of them dropping to his knees. The magister looked at Mae, his eyes pleading. “Enchantress, you must not let him do this. Please hear my offer first.” James suppressed a smile as he realized that these creatures had believed themselves invulnerable in this, the center of their power, and that his and Mae’s abilities had shorn them of that notion in a most violent way. He was used to being in control, and the last few minutes had restored him to that condition. His first impulse now was to eliminate the threat, but he knew that these mages held the knowledge of who had targeted them and why. It would be up to Mae to ensure that they told the truth.“On your faces, all of you. NOW!” He held the pistol steady as the mages complied. When they were all lying on the floor, he nodded to his wife. “Over to you, dear,” he said with a smile. “Take no chances. We need answers, but not at the cost of your safety.” He leaned over and planted a quick kiss on her lips. “Let me know if you need me to give them any…. Encouragement.” As the mages protested and spoke, a smile crossing her face a bit at the word 'enchantress' she hadn't been called that in so long she was surprised the word even still existed. When she was told that she couldn't let James shoot them she glanced up at him then back to the four"Let him? He's not my slave, he's my husband. If he wants to shoot you I can't very well stop him." She thought. She was testing the waters. They would of course try to get into her and James' minds if they could. No matter which side of the fence they stood upon. When James directed for the mages to hit the floor she jumped slightly at his tone, simply unprepared for it. Once they were down she glanced up at him. What she told the mages through her thoughts was very true. James was a shoot first ask questions later type, especially when it came to her. As he leaned down to kiss her she returned it, then nodded to his words before turning her attention to the crystal. "Watch them, they move feel free to shoot them. In whichever body part feels it has somewhere to go." James was right, these men needed tested. As she moved forward she kept her eyes on the crystal to see if it made any movement, trusting her husband to watch the mages, speaking in her normal tone she uses when she speaks to a client. "We were hired by a man to come here, and remove every living creature from the land so that they may continue to build here." as she spoke she tested their reactions, their willingness to protest and such by their movements, not yet risking going into their minds." When we got here we were blasted by a tank, our mode of transportation destroyed, a bartender near killed and many others were. Then we got to an office where a man was found dead." She stopped short of the crystal before kneeling down to one of the men. "You four were in my vision when I picked up the gun. A vision that could have killed me as it was laced with powerful magic. My husband takes me to a room, lays me on a bed and a door locks behind him. There was nothing normal about that room.... Then a man came in.... To what? Offer us tea and hot cakes?" She tones was that of disgust as she stood back up and turned from the four looking at James. "The crystal is safe." she replied before turning back to the mages. "We come to an opening when we escape the room. One that wasn't there before, and at the end of the path we find you.... Here circled around a crystal. So go ahead... Give me a reason to ask my husband not to put a few bullets through each of your skulls." Mae crossed her arms in front of her chest as she slowly took a few steps back from the four. Lightly tipping the front of her husband's gun to the ceiling to keep him from shooting one of the mages as they moved. “Tell her,” one of them said in a voice trembling with fear. “We chose wrongly, and then…” One of the others interrupted loudly, being careful not to move. “Shut up, Track!” he yelled. “If we betray him we are forfeit.” The first one laughed. “And if we don’t give the sorceress what she wants, she’ll have us killed now and smile at our deaths. Tell her.” The magister stirred, not so much as to attract a bullet, and said in a quiet voice, “Silence.” The others obeyed, cowed both by their leader and by Mae’s seeming willingness to end their lives. He raised his head and looked at Mae. “Enchantress, you must understand that we created a life here, a life that would have been impossible anywhere else. Our dwellers protected this town and let its inhabitants survive in spite of the threats we faced.” He glanced at James and the gun, then looked back at Mae. “The man who came here told us that he would be sending you here on a fool’s errand, and that he simply wanted to be rid of you. He told us that you were powerful in the craft, but that you could be brought to our side and would serve us. He wanted…. Your husband…. Dead. That was made clear.” He cleared his throat, then said, “He threatened that if we did not assist him in his desires, he would raze our town to make way for his machines and his factories. We could not refuse him, and we planned a quick, merciful end for him,” he indicated James, “and a new life here for you. We have no hope now. If you do not help us, we will be the least of the victims. The innocent norms here, that we protected, will die. We did not create this quandary, enchantress. We simply have to live with it.” James listened to the magister’s words, his face impassive. The threat to him was nothing. He dealt with worse on a constant basis, and was immune to such things. The implication that these people would have essentially enslaved his wife to use her powers was something else. He managed to restrain himself, however, and looked first at the magister, then at his wife. The idea that she would be used by these worms was repellent, and to think of her at anyone else’s disposal for any reason made his skin crawl. He shook his head briefly, then addressed the magister. “Name,” he said simply. “I want the name of the man who told you this.” He knew the only possible answer, but he wanted to hear it, to confirm that the man who had hired them was actually trying to kill them. The magister’s head turned to him, and James saw a fleeting grimace as the man once again failed to discern his presence with his inner sight. Being a psychic blank had its advantages. Then the magister said clearly, “Shivers. James Shivers. He came himself, with a retinue of guards and a pet sorcerer to keep us from taking control. He said that you had killed his son, and he wanted revenge. All I felt from him was hatred for you.” He paused, then continued. “And he said that if we didn’t want the enchantress, he would find a use for her…” Mae glanced back at James as she allowed the mages time to think about their options, then smirked as they began bickering back and forth. She noticed keywords of importance." Trask","him". She then laughed and shook her head before looking at the four. "Smile no... I'd laugh... And then I would have the greatest sex with my husband I've had in years." she replied with a slight taunt to her tone as she crossed her arms still watching the four. As the magister called for silence between them, she glanced back at James, a bit of a relaxed tone on her face, letting him know that they were finally going to talk and that he shouldn't shoot them until at least after she decided if they were full of shit or not. Mae's blood ran cold as she listened to the magister speak, she knew some of what he said, she knew about James, but they were both lied to, they were all of them used. That thought alone made her sick to her stomach as she glanced over at James once more. She didn't tell him that her visions saw him dead, that they desired his death, so this was the first he heard of it, but he was no fool. He knew that there was a chance that he would be wished dead, and she would be wanted for other purposes. That was a fear they had both faced for some time. It was one that she couldn't allow to happen. As James looked at her, she smiled softly. She could never work for, or with someone who would kill James or leave him for dead, even as a slave she'd sooner die fighting for her freedom, for a chance to be with him again, forever. As James asked for the name Mae simply closed her eyes, she knew the name well as James did, but unlike James she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to know beyond doubt that they'd all been betrayed, that everyone in this room had been played for fools. When the name was spoken Mae closed her eyes tightly. She felt ill. She could feel her stomach tighten as she took a few steps back until bumping into a solid object. As the man continued to speak she simply shook her head. After a few moments of silence she opened her eyes, rage filled eyes as she looked to the four mages. "Get on your feet!" she snapped sharply before pushing herself back to her feet. As the four slowly stood her eyes were fixed on them in a deadly tone. Not towards them however no, not completely. They knew the name, but there were still slight doubts in her mind, and she was going to test them before she went any further. "We were hired by a James Strives, we were hired to murder every creature here, slaughter them like sheep, kill every man, woman and child so that he could build these machines you speak of. Did he tell you that? Did you know he was going to double-cross you after he was finished double-crossing us?" Mae's tone was serious, very set on the moment at hand. Their reactions to her news would tell her if they were real, and if he was real. She turned and looked at James, watching the four mages from the corner of her eye to gauge their responses while at the same time watching to see how her husband moved, checking his every breath. If these four turned out to be legit, she and James were going to have to rethink their entire approach, and work to save this place and take out the bastard CEO that wanted them dead instead. The four mages stared wide-eyed at Mae as she revealed their fate to them, then glanced nervously at each other. James understood their quandary perfectly. Who should they trust? The corporate chieftain with a veritable army at his beck and call, with virtually unlimited resources to crush them at his leisure should he choose? Or a pair of armed vagabonds with nothing but their wits and their skills, but who right this moment held the mages’ fates in their hands? The question was easily answered, at least for the moment. The magister took the measure of his companions in a single look, careful to keep his magical abilities silent. He knew that any stirring of psychic powers would be instantly detected by the woman, who would gleefully direct their deaths at the hands of her mate. His eyes returned to Mae, his hands held out and open in a gesture of surrender. “Our fate is in your hands, enchantress,” he said softly. He looked at James. “Tell us what we must do.” James glanced at Mae, looking for any sign that she detected duplicity or threat. When she gave no indication of such, he lowered the pistol and replaced it in the holster. “First, send someone out to what’s left of our ride,” he said. “I want anything usable brought in to us. Immediately.” He waited for the response. After a long, awkward moment, the magister turned to one of his associates and nodded. That man turned with a fearful look at James and left hurriedly through a side passage. James then said, “Next, you’ll send a message to Shivers. I know you have a way to contact him discreetly. Tell him that you’ve succeeded, that I’m dead and that Mae is your prisoner. I want to know what his instructions are for you.” He indicated his wife. “Remember that she will know if you are lying to us, and our response will be…. Unpleasant for you.” Another nod from the magister and another of his minions departed.“Finally,” James said, “We’ll need a room for the next day or so. Something comfortable, with no surveillance, and where we control the locks. You can show us there now, and then arrange for some refreshment.” They were led by the magister through a series of passages under the streets of the town, then up a flight of stairs into what was obviously a large house. It had probably been occupied by a single family when it was built. Now it seemed to house the mages and their privileged retainers. They went up another flight of stairs and down a hallway to a large suite. It had obviously been remodeled recently, and had a sitting room with a couch and chair, a bedroom with a queen-sized bed, and a modern, well-appointed bathroom. The magister was visibly sweating, and he stood stiffly as they examined the suite. “I hope this will suffice, enchantress,” he said. He indicated an old-style intercom box on the wall next to the door. “Request anything you need. I will have a meal for you shortly.” With a glance at James and his pistol, he left, closing the door behind him. James pulled the slung rifle off of his shoulder and leaned it against the wall. “Impressions, dear,” he said to her. “I know they’re afraid now. Do you think they’ll try to cross us?” Mae stayed silent as James gave the directions he did. When he mentioned that they would play the assholes game and tell him she was caught a chill ran down her spine. She didn't like the idea, but she knew at the same time it was absolutely what was best. "One moment" She began lifting a hand to halt the second mage from leaving before she glanced back at James. "You just killed my husband, make it believable. If you tell him I'm resting comfortably or being cooperative he'll see through it." The mage nodded his understanding before he left. She sighed heavily as she shook her head. She was concerned, she trusted James of course, and this was a good test for these for so that wasn't her worry. What troubled her was that they needed to know exactly how their enemy was going to respond, and knowing what the man had to work with there could be a great deal of danger for all of them. More so if they were double-crossed. When James made the final demand of a place they could stay she smiled. That sounded absolutely perfect to her, especially after the way things have been going for them. She could go for a nice rest, and a bit of relaxation. As the two were lead through the underground streets Mae made a mental note of where they were going and how to get back. When they were taken to the room she nodded slightly to the mage. "This will due nicely, thank you." When the mage left she leads James more into the room as she closed the door and spoke she turned to face him. "They fear weapons my love, and even if this bastard has more powerful ones, yours are here, besides that they fear you." Mae's eyes lit up, she had not missed a single glance from the magister and of course she could sense his attempts." They can't get into your mind my love, and for now that is the greatest power we have, everything within your head is yours and yours alone." As Mae spoke she approached James and took one of his hands in hers, placing it against her cheek she rested into it. "They know I don't control you, and now they have told us we have nothing to lose by killing them, they will not betray us. Right now we're all they have, and they know it to be true, even if they won't admit to that fact, they know it's there." Mae slowly backed towards the bed and pulled James along with her. "For now, we relax, we eat a meal, and for once in our lives we give faith that we can rest easily. With any luck the good stuff will have survived the explosion, and then we can teach Strikers how bounty hunters play this game." Mae had a smile on her face as she looked up at James, it was a dark smile yes, but a smile nonetheless. If she was going to die it would be fighting, which she knew would be the only way that James would go down as well. Tomorrow they could research this place, but for now, they needed to recharge, the both of them. He followed her to the bed, leaned down and kissed her, but then said. “Just give me one minute.” He reached into one of his thigh pockets and pulled out a small electronic device. He swept each wall with it, then the ceiling and the floor. The steady beeping was reassuring, as it told them both that there were no eavesdroppers listening or watching them. He checked each room carefully, then opened the door to the hallway and looked out. Nothing. He listened. A faint hint of conversation on the lower floor, but nothing that concerned them. He was satisfied. They would not be disturbed, at least not for a while. He closed the door and made sure it was locked. Then he used one of the chairs in the sitting room to brace the door shut, so even if someone used a key they would have difficulty entering before James could shoot them. Finally happy with their security, he returned to the bedroom and unbuckled his Sunbelt, setting it carefully on the floor beside the bed. He looked at his wife, admiring her beauty as he always did. He had been willing to make love to her when they were facing death. Now that their situation was much more secure, he was not only willing, he was eager. He was about to begin to show her just how eager when there was a knock on the door. James reached down and pulled the pistol from the holster, moved silently to the door, and said in a loud voice, “Yes?”“We have some of the boxes from your vehicle, sir,” was the response. James flashed a look at Mae, then pulled the chair away and opened the door. Two young men stood in the hallway, wearing tan robes without insignia or ornament. They were both clean-shaven, but their hair was matted and uncombed. James noted the seeming incongruity, filing it away to be investigated later when they had the luxury of time for such. He waved them in, watching them carefully as they carried four of their equipment boxes in and placed them on the floor in the sitting room. Each of the boxes was waterproof and shockproof, and James could only hope that the gear packed in them had survived undamaged. It was a good sign that none of the boxes had more than superficial scratches on the exterior. He thanked the apprentices, noting again the disconnect between their fresh-scrubbed faces and their tangled, unkempt hair. They left without a word, and James locked the door and replaced the chair. He was always the soul of caution, and he swept the boxes with the bug detector, finding nothing. He then debated briefly. Check the boxes, or kiss his wife? It was definitely a brief debate. He returned to the bedroom, replaced the gun in the holster, sat down beside his wife, and lifted her chin. “Sorry, darling,” he said. “I won’t let anything else interrupt us.” The kiss was long and deep, and when it broke he lay back on the bed and said, “I’m all yours, Mae. You may not control me, but I’ll be damned if I won’t do anything for you.” Mae smiled, biting down softly on her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she was requested to wait. When he began scanning for bugs she simply watched him. She could understand his paranoia and she certainly didn't blame him. They did seem quite eager to assist but then again, what did they expect of the married couple? Did the mages really believe they would be so easily taken down? Was that man really supposed to walk in on the two of them making love, put a bullet in her husband's head then turn around and leave, locking her with his lifeless corpse? No way any creature could truly be so foolish, perhaps this was their game plan. As James moved to the next room Mae simply sighed and shook her head. The whole situation was cock-eyed to her. So many things didn't make sense, and were so twisted. It was hard to know what was predicted and what was not. Mae allowed James to finish his search as she took her hair down and stayed completely silent. As she let her hair down a few throwing stars fell from them to the bed before she shook her head allowing her hair to fall free. James was a gunman. Sure she carried one, but only because he was so very insistent on it. Mae preferred her Sharp tipped friends, knifes, throwing stars, or even her sword if it came to closer combat situations. She took up all the stars and opened a drawer in the night stand before dropping them inside and closing it again. She was running her hand through her hair, fluffing it back to life as James walked back into the room. Furthermore, she gave him a look that alone asked of if he found anything, as he unbuckled his gun belt she received her answer. As there was a knock on the door pain filled Mae's face as she looked at James. As he walked from the room and went to the door she slowly stood, glancing out the door of the bedroom she watched the men bring in the boxes and smiled softly before returning to and sitting on the bed. She began by unlacing her boots, slipping them off she leaned back on the bed and placed them on the floor to the other side, sitting up just as James returned. "I do hope there's good news" She replied softly as he sat beside her. "Wonderful news" she replied in response to her own inquiry about the news. As his lips pressed to hers a soft moan escaped her lips as her eyes slowly fell closed, taking in every feel of the moment as she felt him slowly pull away just before his back touched to the bed. As James spoke again Mae slowly traced her index finger just above the waistline of his pants, gently pressing her finger nail to his flesh. She laughed softly at his words of her controlling him before she drew her attention up his body and looked into his eyes. "I believe in a round about way that would mean I do my love." she replied with a soft laugh before leaning down and kissing the corner of his lips as she threw her right leg over his hips and straddled him. Breaking the kiss she slowly sat up and smiled down at her husband before grabbing hold of the base of his shirt and slowly pulling it up his torso. As she began to expose his abs she leaned forward and placed a kiss upon them before slipping her tongue from between her lips and tracing it up his chest, following the shirt as it exposed more of his skin. . "No thoughts of work, just you, and me." she stated softly as she lifted her head from his chest and met her eyes with his. "Just like we were at home, resting in our how bed." Of course, they both knew what that meant. They weren't going to completely lower their guard, they couldn't, they never truly had, if they did, they'd most likely be dead by now. Many times over again, but at the same time, James had checked the place out, and they were just as safe here as they were in their own home. Just as she pulled back to allow him to sit up slightly she could remove his shirt she let out a sigh. "Fuck" She whispered softly before straddling James' lap and looking at him. "Let's check the boxes." she stated in a disappointed tone as she lightly slapped his leg. "If I were a mage trying to royally fuck someone over I would give them a house that was completely unplugged, I would allow them to feel comfortable, get them all relaxed... Knowing they're married and would like to enjoy each other I would then take the opportunity they gave for me to get their things and tamper with them.... Your paranoia is wearing off James, and this is ultimately the worst time ever, come on." Mae slowly got to her feet, still not very happy about the whole situation but the more she thought about it, this would either prove him right that they should be concerned, or it would prove her right that they shouldn't. It wasn't that Mae wanted to prove her husband wrong, she just hoped that he was, she had hopes that for once they could get a break. Once on her feet she put her hand out to take his and smiled softly. "I just want you to know if the boxes are secure, we may not make it back to the bedroom." Her confession was made in a soft tone as she looked at James. She had been wanting him since they left that bastards' office, and it seems that since then he's been the reason she hasn't gotten him. For that alone she wanted to slice him into tiny pieces.

Hunters, or Hunted_ (Snickerz & Shooter)|rating:4.0

D&D(Give it a read, at least)

D&D. Except over the internet! We could take turns being DM's. Like I could DM the first adventure in campaign, then someone else could DM the second, and so on. If you do want to join, we'll begin as first level characters. Post your characters here. Personally, I don't want to DM the first few adventures, but once we get up to like Level 7 or so, I would be glad too. Oh, by the way, 3rd Edition Rules if at all possible. I would be interested, but there's one problem. No one in my area plays D&D, and so I don't know a lot of the rules, or everything about chars. So.... if I could get some help on that, or a website explaining what I need to know. Then I'm in! Sounds fun. Hey Hangar, I'm your 3rd Edition man (or 3E as we like to call it). I'd be glad to work on a character with you d00d, I've got the books, and more importantly... the patience! Not that you'd piss me off, but the very nature of teaching D&D rules over the net *Shiver*.PM me or something. I'm already doing too much one here, but perhaps you guys should consider getting a hold of Joselyn, who's already got the Freeport Adventurers in progress. It isn't too far into it yet, and there's probably room for more. Just a suggestion. Alright. I could use a few more takers, but this is okay. First order of business: Anyone up for DMing the first few? We'll post characters later. DHI Forgot, I happy to DM the first few scenarios, if you would like. I only have knowledge of 1st Ed though. I can also play some NPC's and PC if you want. Let me know, you can PM me or reach me on ICQ157681362. Snork OK, I have agreed with Forgot to be Dungeon Mistress for the start of this. There are nearly no restrictions on the rules so its totally open to 1st, 2nd and 3rd Edition Players (My experience is with 1st Edition predominantly, so patience please)All I ask is that if you want to use something from 2nd or 3rd Edition is that you request it here in this thread and let me know as much about as possible, so I can moderate it properly. I don't play secretively, unless I specifically ask a character for a response or action (which is rare) I will just referee. Any information about your character should be known to the whole party. If your character needs to do something subversive then PM me if I feel that would not be in the spirit of the game I will inform you by PM, if you still want to attempt it I will use my judgement whether the party 'detects' anything. To help get the thread going I'nothing to start you all off as individuals roaming aimlessly looking for other adventurers etc. We'll take it as read that you all know each other or have come together through some previous recruitment. I am not going to kick off with 1st level characters, you will all start at LVL 4, or LVL 3/3 for multiclassed characters. And that you all have your own equipment and horses if you use choose to have them. Horses are not armored, and must be role-played also. That includes what you do with them during dungeoneering and how you get them over obstacles like rivers and chasms. So its up to the players to determine their individual attachment to these beasts. Horses are not necessary for this adventure/thread beside which certain races can't ride them. In addition to your normal equipment, I will permit each character to select 2 magic items each from the list provided.+2 Ring of Protection+1 Ring of Regeneration (+1 Protection Heals 1 HP per round)+1 Ring of Invisibility+1 Cloak of Protection+1 Long Bow+1 Sword+2 Padded Armor+1 Mace (+2 Damage vs. Undead)+1 Axe Wand of magic missiles (100 charges) rechargeable (MU Only)+2 Lock Picks (Thief Only)Boots of Speeds per AD&D restrictions only 2 rings may be worn at anyone time The party ideally should have a minimum of 4 players, I will role-play NPC's to make up the party which will drop out as new players arrive or join in as required to keep the thread moving. I am nearly always on daily - I will post as much or as little as is required. IOC stuff will be in this thread, game information will always be in the main thread, where it is relevant. Fighter classes may fight two handed know some people have already posted characters here, as soon as we have a couple of players ready to start, post here, and I will start up the main thread. Morgoth, please feel free to jump in anytime and offer your input in regard to the thread or how you want it to progress. All players please make sure that you describe your characters fully here. If it's not described here please don't pull it out of the bag later, it won't count. That way everyone knows exactly what each person is and can do. The monsters will be matched to your (average of the party) abilities so bare that in mind when posting your characters. Again bear in mind scores of 12 to 14 are the norm. Comeliness and Awareness Abilities can be posted. Snork I'm confused as to character creation... are we playing second or third edition, because it varies greatly. Some nice resources, if anyone wants them. Confused?!! Miss Victoria said: I'm confused as to character creation... are we playing second or third edition, because it varies greatly. Here's some nice resources, if anyone wants them. Click to expand... Hi Miss Victoria, Use which ever you are happy with. Morgoth expressed a preference for 3rd Edition. I am happy with that, I know 1st Edition inside out and know 2nd Edit reasonably well but 3rd is a new fish as far as I am concerned, I can adapt as I am sure the players can and I am checking other resources. My preference would be first but so long as I can find the details which ever is best for you. In real terms the abilities are not going to be as important as your abilities to role-play within their constraints, The plot is a bit of a detective / sleuthing scenario, plenty of PC/NPC interaction and lots of goodies to find. I am flexible as long as everyone agrees with what ever is proposed I'm just here to referee. My NPC Characters and Monsters will however be governed by 1st Ed rules, that might just throw a few surprises to 2nd and 3rd Ed Players Thanks for the Link BTWSnork OK some clarification just read briefly through the difference in the 1st and 3rd Edition and this is my standpoint (which is a bit of a back down on the last post but here goes)In terms of Abilities will play the straight six. SrengthWisdomIntelligenceDexterityConstitutionCharisma---Since the 3 remaining abilities are optional I will allow Comeliness which appeared in 1st Edition Arcane. In terms of Classes These are groups I will allow (because I understand them, and again they are covered by 1st Ed and Arcane those in Italics are disallowed. I have removed the Cryonicist Class! FighterBarbarian, Fighter, Knight, Paladin, RangerPriestCleric, Druid, Minister, Monk, ShamanRogueAcrobat, Assassin, Bard, Thief, Swindler Wizard Magic-User, Illusionist appreciate the 3rd Edition is a much simplified version of the original almost a reversion to the original D&D game. Since the skills and combat stats aren't likely to be as important as the ingenuity and role playing I will continue to draw on the 1st Edition to give a better gaming environment - that is after all the job of a DM, whilst minimizing the impact of that on the actual game play. For your own reference I do have a char race limitation page can be used in conjunction with the above info. Snork alright, what about rolling though? Maybe I should read your link first, but when rolling attributes and attacking points. How will we handle that? Alright, I'm getting some help on this from SD, but would appreciate all the help I can get right now LOLOL, yeah, and I'm.... uh.... about 95% new to this. I HAVE played before, long time ago, but I was using a char that was already set up and didn't REALLY know what was going on in terms of all the attributes and such Rolling Dices bizarre as this is going to sound, according to the original AD&D Rules all dice rolls were / or were supposed to be made by the Dungeon Master. However, that is really dull isn't because half the fun is being able to roll your own dice. But that really is what was written in the original rules In addition to that the group of players was supposed to select a leader, it was the leader that passed the instructions on to the Dungeon Master after all the characters had decided what they wanted to do. Now that would have been EXTREMELY DULL Ok that's the history lesson. I have mentioned before that making saving throws / melee THAC0 and Hit points is practically impossible to play in a distributed fashion such as on a bulletin boards and a lot of trust. Also round based play becomes difficult - waiting for other characters. I hope I can gain everyone's respect here as a fair and hopefully knowledgeable DM These are resolutions to 'DICE' Play in the role-playing environment.1) I need to know your Armor Type, Shielded and Unshielded, Weapon Type etc. So I can determine if you get smacked or not2) There is no round based melee ! What I here you say, how does that work then.? It works like this, Each player can write his or her description of what they do -Here's an example. Taking my long sword and raising my shield, I charge at the not insubstantial group of Kobolds, that stand snarling and spitting in front of me. Bringing my sword swiftly around I slash at the nearest Kobold causing it to fall backwards. In a second I check another with my shield before bringing my sword back up in a swiping motion to injure another. It reels away from me as I ready myself for my next attack. Ok what's happening here 2 sword attacks and one body check with shield (all of which are apparently successful)In fact again this is what is described in the Original series as a successful / unsuccessful hit. It is realistic that you could hit an opponent and not actually damage them at all. If you want you can actually roll the dice yourself to determine whether you think you actually hit or miss but it occurred to me that not everyone has the rules the THAC0 tables and modifiers and most importantly the dice to do this. Everybody help me out here if you think I am going astray. The whole point of the adventure is to have fun, not get bogged down with technicalities, I am happy for players to write multiple attacks on creatures, I will respond with equal counters attacks (if the creature is still standing) that's fair, isn't it? Scenario 2 - Based on the first example but with a little more realism (using Dice)Taking my long sword and raising my shield, I charge at the not insubstantial group of Kobolds, that stand snarling and spitting in front of me. Bringing my sword swiftly around I slash at the nearest Kobold it glances across it armor but is ineffective other than causing the creature to recoil slightly, snarling. In a second, I thrust my head forward into the face of another Kobold, its nose splinter's in an instant, and it staggers back just before I bring my sword back up in a swiping motion to catching a third squarely in the groin. It reels away from me as I ready myself for my next attack. So you see the dice aren't that important. As a measure of strength, LVL I can realistically gauge (from experience) how effective a 4, 5 or 6th LVL character will be against a monster. If I feel a character is being unrealistic in his attacks and damage then the creatures will be particularly more successful themselves. The point is to be honest play fair, that make the game much more enjoyable. There isn't going to be a huge requirement to make dice rolls, (I will obviously make them as DM in respect of monsters, but as all DM's know how many times have your monsters killed the party 3 times over and still lost)The DM isn't out to kill the party, but if it plays suicide missions then a couple of raise dead and resurrection scrolls may be useful Please feel free to comment on any of this, as long as we can all reach an agreed form then there shouldn't be a problem. Kindest RegardsSnork I'm fine with it, but if that's how it's going, I'm not exactly going to need to know as much about char and dice roll and such as i though I would, will I? (probably a good thing LOL) That's the idea Badger, I'll do all the Game work and descriptive stuff, all you guys have to do is have fun (Don't worry about making mistakes either, if you do, you won't get hammered for it. I'll just point out that you UNSUCCESSFULLY attempt to scale a 15-foot wall in plate mail sliding gracefully to the bottom of the 10' deep moat where you discover to your dismay the thief has rifled your pack and stolen your ring of water breathing)Stork Good luck on this. Playing with characters from all three editions could prove to be a bitch. 3 Editions Thank-you Spectral, I have no doubts it is going to be difficult, no more difficult though than for a newbie starting out a 1st Edition Veteran like myself learning 3rd Edition or a 3rd Edition Veteran learning 1st Edition. As long as everyone has fun and gets some enjoyment out of it I think the effort will be worthwhile. You going to join us- I could do with a 3rd Ed Guru for pointers Whisper (10% XP bonus and all that) OOO. Did I say thatSnork *grins and strokes his chin*hammer edition is a breeze no matter what you know? Trust me! No taco to count backwards with, everything just goes up. Suitor easy. Err... Ahem, not THAT easy, you'd definitely need a 3E Guru around, uh huh, certainly would... I don't know, I may join in. If you have any questions let me know, I'm around here a lot. Khad man, I'm still willing to help ya with that character, although I don't think she's going to allow the cause serious wounds 20 times a day like you wanted, nor that little ability where you point at the guy and he has a coronary. Cornary? Lol yeah, maybe. Or what about making a fist and the demon's festivals explode?and yeah, I still need help on that char, like what my stats should be, and spell lists and other sorts....BTW, what does THAC0 mean? To hit armor class zero THACOToHitArmorClassO(zero)Well, as Stork said up above somewhere, you get 100 points to divide between your six abilities. Normal abbreviations of them:strdexconintwischarafter you figure out what numbers you want in those. I can help out further. Plus, you need to decide what class you're going to be lol. As if that explains everything right? Every character had a TACO score. Fighters TACO's went down 1 point every level I think. I'm rusty on old D&D rules. Having an Armor Class (AC) of Zero is a great score. It means the guy is probably decked out in Plate armor or has some magical items. So if your TACO was 10, you'd only need to roll a 10 on a twenty side to hit him. Wizards TACO's went down really slow. Clerics went up a little faster, and thieves went down okay. But fighters zipped down there. Maybe it was one point every two levels or something. Hopefully I did that some justice. As I said, it's been a WHILE since AD&D. To Hit Armor Class Zero don't understand why everyone (not you guys) but generally never really understood the AD&D THAC0 it really was quite simple. A little aside but it might demystify some stuff for newbies Armor To Hit Roll Class on a 1d20 (20 sided dice)AC 0 20AC 1 19AC 2 18AC 3 17AC 4 16AC 5 15AC 6 14AC 7 13AC 8 12AC 9 11AC10 10 This is basically the matrix for To Hits for all 0 LVL Fighters If you subtract the AC from 20 it gives you the dice score you need to roll equal to or above to hit at LVL 0Now for first level characters For 1st level characters Armor To Hit Roll Class on a 1d20 (20 sided dice)AC 0 20 (natural 20 always hits - the perfect blow)AC 1 20AC 2 19AC 3 18AC 4 17AC 5 16AC 6 15AC 7 14AC 8 13AC 9 12AC10 11What does this mean? 1st LVL characters need 21 - AC to hit Simple isn't ITK next complication Here is the matrix for LVL 3–4 Fighters Armor To Hit Roll Class on a 1d20 (20 sided dice)AC 0 18AC 1 17AC 2 16AC 3 15AC 4 14AC 5 13AC 6 12AC 7 11AC 8 10AC 9 9AC10 8So how does this equate ? 18 - AC to chitin fact in general for fighters it is21 - LVL of Fighter - AC = Hit Roll Needed Example 4th LVL Fighter against AC 421–4–4 = 13 to hit AC 4In fact this it is better and fairer to calculate on LVL not from the table as the table give the values for the LVL 3 Fighter Example 3rd LVL Fighter against AC 421–3–4 = 14 to hit AC 4So you shouldn't need tables to determine that LVL 11 fighters against AC 121–11–1 = 9 to hit AC 1If you don't believe it check it Remember this rule applies to Fighters. Thieves, Clerics etc. have slightly different calculationsSnork There is no TACO in 3E! Each class gets a base attack and a chart, every couple levels it goes up. Yay! that's cool, but hopefully you can see in AD&D 1st Edition, you don't even need charts-Just an LVL and an armor class to hit The tables were really just for quick reference I guess And surely the base attackReallyis the THAC0 equivalent - its just been displace din the repackagingSnork 3rd Ed Combat rules But seriously.... Spectral - I don't suppose you have a table of 3rd Combat Base Scores etc. you can put together, if we are going to use 3rd to hits, I really do think the 1st Ed is easier especially for newbies - you don't need any charts or tables just a simple equation and since each character only needs to learn one equation to last his character throughout the game Any one else what do you say ? Snork I could. For it to be any use I'd have to break it out by class. That'd be no problem, would only take a sex. The classes in 3E are:Barbarian, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Fighter, Monk, Paladin, Ranger, Rogue, Sorcerer, Wizard Base attack bonuses by class When characters get a +5 in their attack bonus, the next time they level up they get an extra attack, and the bonus starts over for that second attack. The first bonus continues on. You'll see. Barbarians, Fighters, Paladins and Rangers go up on the same chart. Lev Bonus1 +12 +23 +34 +45 +56 +6/+17 +7/+28 +8/+39 +9/+410 +10/+511 +11/+6/+112 +12/+7/+213 +13/+8/+314 +14/+9/+415 +15/+10/+516 +16/+11/+6/+117 +17/+12/+7/+218 +18/+13/+8/+319 +19/+14/+9/+420 +20/+15/+10/+5 Bards, Clerics, Druids, Monks and Rogues use the same chart. Lev Bonus1 +02 +13 +24 +35 +36 +47 +58 +6/+19 +6/+110 +7/+211 +8/+312 +9/+413 +9/+414 +10/+515 +11/+6/+116 +12/+7/+217 +12/+7/+218 +13/+8/+319 +14/+9/+420 +15/+10/+5 Sorcerers and Wizards use the same chart too. Lev Bonus1 +02 +13 +14 +25 +26 +37 +38 +49 +410 +511 +512 +6/+113 +6/+114 +7/+215 +7/+216 +8/+317 +8/+318 +9/+419 +9/+420 +10/+5 Another question Fantastic - Thank you Spectral, My next question is ..... How does this relate in combat and I will give a complicated scenario. Example if I was a LVL 8 Ranger with 18/49 STR fighting 2 handed using along sword primary weapon short sword secondary weapon against kobolds AC7 ('giant class monster')I would need 6 to hit That's7 - (+1 STR modifier) = 6 for the primary weapon7 - (+1 STR modifier) - (-2 weapon penalty) = 8 for the secondary weapon Hit bonuses = +11+8 (ranger 1hp/LVL bonus vs Giant Class) +3 (STR Bonus)God I Rangers1d8 +11 damage from the long sword (DEAD)1d6 + 11 from the short sword (DEAD)How does that work out in 3rd Edition his next round he attacks twice, that's potentially 4 hits with a potential of 72 Hit Points (Max Damage in that configuration)Stork Hmm. Well, for one thing, there is no 18/anything strengths, its just 18. There is no bonus for using a primary weapon. If you're holding the weapon... you're using it (what more do ya want? Lol). Level 8 ranger. Base attack: +8/+3Long sword: 1d818 STR: +4 to hit and damage First attack: need to roll a 5 to hit. d8+4Second attack: need to roll a 10 to hit. d8+4Typical Knoll AC: 17 (+1 natural, +4 scale, +2 age shield, base of 10)Typical Knoll Hp: 2d8+2 (around 11)That's assuming you didn't grab any feats that would help you out with attacking. Feats are special things in 3E. Things like power attack, cleave, point-blank shot, dodge. Things like that. Now if you're using the long sword two-handed, (which you probably are) you get a bonus. But if you are, you can't have a weapon in your offhand. The above was for the ranger just using the long sword. woah, WOAH!, I get the THAC0 stuff, but these new bonuses and attack classes and stuff is a little odd. So basically, the way we could play it is if a level 3 or 4 with a 4 THAC0, it would have been 15 or so, right? So one out of three hits, would be a critical strike? Only critical strike on a 20 or a 19 or so, on a natural roll (without modifiers.) Actually, even then, it's only a "threat of critical strike". There is still another roll involved to see if you actually critical. Uh, so it's a 75 percent chance of landing any kind of blow at all then? Pretty much, yep. I never do these type of calculations when making up a character. I just make 'em up how I think they'd be, and fight with them how I think that character would fight. Furthermore, I don't create characters for max damage, max killing. Ahhh okay. Well I'll be a wizard then. Even with the -THAC0 points Hangar, if you want to use TACO as form 1st Edition That's fine with me. That's what I will be using in terms of the monsters attack on you anyway rehi think its easier and faster to learn + I don't have any of the 3E rule set to effectively play it properly It is up to you.----Spectral I wasn't playing any Primary weapon bonus - there isn't one in 1st EDI was playing a -2 weapon penalty for the secondary attack which equates to a non proficiency attackSnork okay man. Do up your stats (STR, DEX, con...) Hamm.... okay.... let me think You'll be taking a lot more than a -2 if you're attacking with two weapons and don't have the ambidextrous and two weapon fighting feats. Even then you still come out with a negative for your secondary attack. Ugh, all this might scare people away lol. I'm back again understand the modifiers you used for the Ranger but how did you exactly deter you needed 5. Snork The AC you're trying to hit is 17. You have:+8 to hit for your base attack bonus+4 to hit for your strength bonus.--------+12so if you roll a 5 to hit, add your bonus of 12, you have 17. 5 is the minimum roll needed to hit that Knoll.edit: Oh yeah, AC of 20 is the best. Not zero. Armor adds to your AC. Ok Spectral - than for that I understand it a bit better now Just to check though If a LVL Magic User attacks the same knoll AC 17 with no strength bonus Then that would mean he would need 17 - (+4) = 11 to hit right.----In 1st Ed the knoll would be AC 6 (Scale Mail) -1 with the shield AC 5FTR/RNG would need 8 to hit unmodified with the +3 STR bonus that would be 3 to hit MU Level 8 would need 14 or higher to hit that's a big difference I'm not sure that's balanced properly seem like the MU class in ed has better to hit stats (I'm not sure that how it should be)If AC 20 is the best can you get higher with magical armor -like in the old system where you basically could achieve AC -10Are we're going to start soon ? Do you want me to post more lead in the main thread, to get you all started do have other things and info to give the party I was just waiting to see what was happening *'s brain explodes* I didn't see a level number there, but I'm assuming level 8? At level 8 a wizard has a +4 to attack. If he rolled a 13, he would hit the knoll AC 17.AC can go higher than 20, with magical items for example, as you stated. Aww man, I hate when that happens.*starts picking up and piecing together Hangars brain (leaving out any chop-busting remarks I could have easily put here)* he he he good to know ya care SD. he he he I got it - (my math was wrong)both system appear to give around the same results cool. So you going to join in ?- I think we should start it up soon, or it will never get goingSnork Nope, as I said, I think I'm just going to stand by and watch on this one. Of course, I care Had! Unfortunately, it's in my nature! You're not joining SD? Damn Eh, maybe I'll play a character with a small role. Or perhaps Stork'll need a hand with a recurring NPC or something. I'm about to head out for a character development session for the Star Wars tabletop game I'm in. Never done one of these before, should be interesting. I'll be back late (around 1 am or so probably, east coast time), but I will be back. And like I said, I'll definitely help you with your character. Okay, SD, if I'm a wizard, I'm going to need to sacrifice strength and charisma for wits and intelligence, right? Wisdom doesn't matter, Intelligence does. Dex is good in that a high score raises your AC. Which is a good thing! Wisdom must be good for something for a wizard though....okay, high int, high DEX, and high uh.... I knew I was thinking of something else. Here..... oh well. Lol I'll probably have it blatantly explained to me later when my char dies! LOL. Unless SD the safety net catches me? Wisdom doesn't affect your spell casting at all man. If you were a cleric, you'd need wisdom, but not as a wizard. If you have a constitution bonus, you have more hp. Always a good thing too. Gochavitdexintcons Is this game full up? Not at all. Join in Hey Android1966,There's still time to join up -This actually is Forgot's game/campaign/thread, but I am guest Dm'in git for him until he is ready to take it on. A quick synopsis of where everyone is. All the party members know each other. You all were working for a Caravan Owner who has come to a frontier town with his goods. He will be around for a couple of weeks - buying and selling goods to take back on his return journey.In the meantime you have been discharged from his service until you are required to journey back with him so you own time is you own. The party has been approached by a leading clergy man who is concerned (along with the council of Elders) about the potential mistreatment, sale and abuse of slaves. You have been quested with finding out who is responsible for the procurement of these 'Slinks' and where they are being sold. If you can provide evidence of the source and the sales you will all be paid 5000gp (shared between you)You are all staying at a comfortable but sleazy inn, you all have rooms, and you all have equipment. As soon as there are enough players I'll start the game.----------------------------Badger. So you want to be a Wizard eh Prime requisite for a Wizard is Intelligence. If your intelligence score is 16 or higher your character is entitled to 10% experience bonus on any experience gained (basically you advance quicker)In addition may I suggest that you concentrate on these other abilities too Dexterity as this will improve your own base Armor Class - i.e. If you have a high Dexterity, (for an MU the higher, the better) you can dodge blows making you harder to hit hence better Base AC. In addition Constitution is another good ability worth investing points in as it gives you extra health points or Hit point as you progress each level. Strength is not important at all for an MU, Magic Users shouldn't really engage in hand-to-hand combat unless really necessary, they are more like a rear guard Wisdom is worth some consideration, keeping around 12 -14 - Wisdom affect how well you can defend against certain magical spells and attacks, like Hold Person, Charm Suggestion etc. Charisma is not too important either, most Magic Users don't tend to be sociable animals anyway guess that's because they all divert their Charisma points into intelligence. Snork okay, I have 100 points, right?so....22 Int22 Dex22 Con15 Wis5 Chais14 STR? Maybe I could just eliminate Charts entirely, but how does that look? I don't think so Badger But Nice Attempt Hangar said: okay, I have 100 points, right? So.... 22 Int 22 DEX 22 Con 15 Wis 5 Chief 14 STR ? Maybe I could just eliminate Charts entirely, but how does that look? Click to expand... Another very quick Stork Tutorial-pens ready .... good then I'll begin Ok, You have 100 point to allocate over 7 abilities.(With guidance and tuition from the Supreme Dungeon Master E. Gary Gaga) that enables you to have a 14 score on all abilities Normally player roll 3 six sided dice to determine the ability scores which means potentially you could have a number between 3 and 18 for each ability Some DM's say count 1 and 2's as 3's which means your abilities can range from 9 to 18, but that's an aside. The average dice roll (probability wise from 3 six sided dice being rolled) is between 9 AND 12, but there is no guarantee that you will get all high or all low numbers. The maximum score any character can have is 18 - unless you are a Dwarf in which case you can have a 19 Constitution. (Dwarves are cool, as I think I mentioned somewhere earlier, I had one once with a blue Mohican hairstyle)I digress. I would suggest you arrange your scores something like this STR 10INT 18WIS 16DEX 18CON 18CHA 8COM 12Now there are other considerations - for limitations see my page you need to choose the race and sex of your character, and they have ability score max and minimumsSnork well I'm apparently either even, half even, or human.... so I'll go with either even or half even, and I'll take your reccomandationsi didn't know there were seven, thought there were six, what's com? Com = Comeliness, That's your outward appearance and affects how people react when they see you. A comeliness of 12 is about average, which attracts normal reactions. 3 would be uncommonly ugly, hideous to look at whilst 18 would be like Me, well nearly like Me. Elven is Good, but remember you will lose 1 point of Constitution but Gain 1 point of Dexterity making you a speedy prestidigatorwoooo see those fingers whirl-You do get a LVL Limitation of 11, but that is like years and years away so I wouldn't worry about that. Do you need to know anything about Elves ? - I'll get a list of spells ready for you too. And don't worry I won't make you roll to check to see if you actually learn or know them, (like I do when I am DM'ING in real life)I'll have to see if I can find some of my old college pics of me DM'Inge used to wear black leather pants, tee shirts and a black baseball cap with bat wings and eyes stitched onto it. I commanded GREAT respectSnorkaddenedum. I can describe the basic 1st Edition Elves, but there are other Elves in 3E (I will not allow PC to play Draw Elves, for one Draw Elves don't fair well outside dungeons, they are totally Bad Ass and not liked by most races including other elves, although I guess Orcs don't mind getting it on with them may call on my good (new) friend Spectral Dragon to illustrate on the additional races, as necessary if he is Willingboro Ok, I'm real rusty at this. Haven't played in ten years. Is this ok? Gender....male Race......human Class.....paladin Align..... Lawful goods.......18Int.......9Wis.......13Dex.......15Con.......14Cha.......17Com.......14 yeah SD is a good guy.so I'm your average looking elf then? Not the hypnotizing good looking... I mean no.... *grins* okay, I've got a couple questions, if I have more DEX, then I get more AC, right? Which is more important than say one con point?oh, and I also didn't get that "speedy prestidigator" comment. Also, this level 11 limit worries me. How high is a high level? I don't want to be stuck down low just because I'm an elf! android1966 said: Ok, I'm real rusty at this. Haven't played in ten years. Is this ok? Gender....male Race......human Class.....paladin Align..... Lawful good STR.......18 Int.......8 Wis.......11 DEX.......16 Con.......16 CIA.......17 Com.......14 Click to expand... Pretty close Paladins must have at least these minimum scores Strength 12Intelligence of 9Wisdom of 13Constitution of 9Charisma of 17Both Strength and Wisdom must be 15 or higher to gain the 10%XP bonus am happy to have a paladin in the party, although it is a tough cookie to role plaits great to have you on board expect a fantastically Paladins name BT Wand none of this Cuthbert of the Cudgel stuffSnork Answers to Questions Hangar said: yeah SD is a good guy. So I'm your average looking elf then? Not the hypnotizing good looking... I mean no.... *grins* okay, I've got a couple questions, if I have more DEX, then I get more AC, right? Which is more important than say one con point? Oh, and I also didn't get that "speedy prestidigator" comment. Also, this level 11 limit worries me. How high is a high level? I don't want to be stuck down low just because I'm an elf! Click to expand... I guess you're just a run off the mill Elf with respect to your looks, that's not a disadvantage, actually. You don't stand out in a crowd, which makes you less conspicuous. (Every cloud as they say)Prestidigitation is basically fancy talk for a magician or conjurorand hence the magic term 'Hey Presto' I think (my Latin is crap) it means 'Quick of Hands' or 'Quick of Fingers' - sort of like 'sleight of hand'+1 DEX is MUCH better to have over the -1 Con Good Trade for a Magic User. Lvl 11is a good level - you won't achieve that in this thread for a long time yet so you character has plenty of life timeshare but what level can you get up to?oh, and thanks for the AP distribution help. I appreciate it. *tugs on Storks guest DM'n robes and whines*butte snorrrrkkkkkkkk, there ISN'T any comeliness in thirddddd editionnnnnnnlolokay races:elves, half elves half orcsgnomesdwarveshumanshalflingsmost of the races modify your stats a little. Like dwarves have more constitution and less charisma (+2,-2 to be exact).they also have other little quirks, such as people with even blood being resistant to enchantment and charm effects and most of those races having low light or infravision. Another side note. Stork, you may be pleased to learn that Prestidigitation has been made into a Can trip (0th level spell). Thank you for your input Spectral, it is greatly appreciated.(I wasn't sure if comeliness was a 3rd Ed ability, it doesn't have a lot of use but can be used to modify reactions which I think is sometime quite relevant. For example if a thief fails to pick pockets and turns out to be a real stunner that can invoke a different reaction than to say a half-orc with zip comeliness. Also, it is useful when combined with charisma for bartering for supplies etc. Besides since there was 100 points to allocate I wasn't going to let people have five 18 scoresSnork If you want to keep it that's cool. Or give them around 70 to work with for 5 stats. Personally, I hate super characters. Sacrifice baby! :) um.... so 22 pints each thing like I had though would be good is actually some kind of supercar? Whoops. Sorry, didn't know.I agree, supers are no fun. I'll keep it the way it is I guess. Or whatever lol Yeah, 18 is usually the maximum score a human can attain. Without magic that is boohoo. Not human AND a magic user. I'm seeing big bonuses here! Sorry about my absence. Give me a day or so to gather my character. My current D&D one is level 19, so that won't work. Anyway, Stork, as soon as I post my stats, feel free to begin the thread. Post your Stats ! Ok Forgot, Post your Stats. I'll scavenge thought the thread and put together the party manifest. Then I'll post it back here. So everyone knows who everyone is and what they are and what they can do Remember you already all know each other so you don't have to any of the usual small stuff that takes 3 weeks to play out before the game starts. I'll post some more info in the main game thread, and then it's all UPI to you guys. (with the odd prod from me of course)Oh and just to give every one some incentive, there will be a XP bonus for quick responses up to a maximum of 15%. The % will reduce the longer it takes for you to reply (refers people to the LIT role plying guide, it is polite to inform your other players if you are not going to be able to post for a while, say due to vacations etc.) It is important to get the game moving and keep it moving hence the XP bonus. Like wise players that don't respond and have not given any warning will be penalized after 1 complete day by the rate of -5% XP points. So it is in the players interest to either 'Announce' a leave of absence or to respond quickly. Ok those are the only rules I am going to lay down (other than the Game rules)Let's all have a long and fun filled campaign y'allegory Character Sheets have put a character sheet together and attached it to this message. If you guys can take the time to fill in the top bits, Race, Class, Age, etc and abilities scores STR, INT etc and mail them back to mesnorkmaid@hotmail.comI will complete the bonuses etc. and then mail them back at ya. You didn't need to worry about armor and stuff, but it would be really great if you can fill them out because it will help be gauge the encounters, traps and puzzles you are going to meet. Snork Character Board OK - This is the Character Board - I will Edit this Post as New Characters are posted - So that everyone knows who they are playing with (note I won't post Alignments unless Class Specific, it's up to the individual character to decide if he or she wants to reveal that. XP is awarded for playing in character and in alignment, I expect all players to respect Neutrality at least within the party)First Split Name: Android1966Name: AthelbrudaSex: Male Race: Human Class: Paladin (Holy Knight)Alignment: LG Level: 4-----------------LIT Name:airborne92Name: Juan SilverbowSex: Male Race: Grey Elf Class: Fighter / Thief Alignment:Level: 3/3---------------- Hi SnorkmaidenThe paladin character was mine Tried to PM you but couldn't for some reason. The clock is ticking Thanks for posting that Android, I suspected it was yours. Ok. We can wait for ever and ever for the characters to come in - from experience I find that if you wait that long at the start the wait only gets longer so, shall we kick off. Absolutelty we shall, The two of you Android and Airborne have pretty decent characters anyway. I'll roll in a 4th LVL Cleric which will be introduced through Galen, (one of his understudies) to help things along if the going get tough. I'll post the starting scenario shortly, it up to you guys then to do your stuff'll keep to the Italic posts for Description / Narrative in the thread and blue text For NPC actions. All the NPC's I'll role-play, and can assure you that I will Don't assume NPC reactions, you willloseXP for thing like. The thief moves through the crowded room, picking an unsuspecting bystander, he successfully picks his pocket for 5 you willgainexperience for things like The thief moves through the crowded room, and attempts to pick the pockets of an unsuspecting bystander. Till Soon and good LuckSnorkAndroid - I still have your Char Sheet to return which will be shortly The Crypts of JephreaWell we've started-finally. My gut feeling is that this is actually going to work out well. Especially if the other character joins soon. But I am not going to hold the thread back for them.Consequently, experience will be shared between participating parties.Also, any one else reading this and wanting to join in please feel free. Ideally 6 characters would be enough to keep the thread moving making it less reliant on everyone being around. So if you want to play PM me.-------------I think my note about blue and black text has caused some confusion. Guys, you don't need to do that. It is a style I use in my notes to highlight information passed to the party - It serves for you guys to review DM descriptions to identify important dialogs which may contain clues. So if you guys can just reply as normal in plain back text it would be helpful and reduce confusion. If you want to emphasize something for other players could I suggest you do it in bold text Android and Airbournegreat to have you guys on boardSnork sorry I took so long, I did post a few places about that I would be away, hope you guys saw it on my SIG line.my char will be PMed to you momentarily stork.... chat okay, this is it, but I have no idea what some of the fields are for. I'll read a bunch and figure it out and send it again when I get it all down. But this is it so far shit.... that didn't work well... Sorry Stork Maiden, I was debating whether to join in this thread or not, and I am sorry to see that I would not get a chance. I was a little skittish after seeing what happened in the last D & D thread, but was going to give it a shot. By the way, the other thread is stalled(Thought you would appreciate that). Well, maybe we can post again together on another thread. Chewey Hi Cheney, yes it would have been nice to have you on board, it never really got going did it, kinda dragged its heels. I think the thread you are in will probably keep going for a while though. If you can stand the stops and starts. Personally I prefer the threads were you post several times a night, they seem to keep interest and don't become drawn out and stale am glad you are having functor Stork Maiden said: Lt;big Constitution State Hurst; Hi Cheney, yes it would have been nice to have you on board, it never really got going did it, kinda dragged its heels. I think the thread you are in will probably keep going for a while though. If you can stand the stops and starts. Personally I prefer the threads were you post several times a night, they seem to keep interest and don't become drawn out and stale I am glad you are having fun Stork Click to expand... WWW thanks for the hug. The D & D thread has kind of stalled, but we are prodding it back into place lol. I have joined two other threads and am I having a blast. You should check out the Resident Evil thread. We could use a good woman.......... Chewey, Sorry. My computer was down, and now whenever I try to open up the Char. Gen. I get an error message and I can't find my books. Give me one more day to fix the gen. And I'll post, most likely tomorrow.

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A Simple Request (Dteagle&Samira)

(A continuation of what we have already started)As his cum erupted down her throat, Ghana closed her eyes tightly and tried her best to just pretend it was something eases anything but the cum of an orc. However, he pulled his cock free of her mouth and allowed it to spurt all over her face. She coughed, spitting his cum into the floor. She no longer cared that he told her to swallow everything. He broke the rules when he came on her face. She grabbed the bedsheets from his bed and wiped her face off, ensuring that nothing spilled onto her clothes as she did. Then, when she felt as clean as she was going to get, she stood and waited for the orc to get dressed. When he was, she said nothing to him as she walked out of the inn room. The innkeeper's daughter had found some clothes, Rhea was glad to see. The idiot human blushed when she saw the orc leaving the room, and sent him a wave. Rhea rolled her eyes and just walked out of the inn, heading in the direction of the bandits." They are camped out not far from here. They have stolen a pair of enchanted daggers from me while I was camped out. I told you before, you can kill anything inside the encampment, take any treasure or weapons, but those daggers are mine." She was straight to business, despite the fact that she had just had his cock in her throat, stunk of his cum, and neither knew the other's name. Ghana was hoping that after she got her daggers, she could be just sneaky her way out of the hideout these bandits camped out in before the orc realized she was gone. She did not want to keep her end of the deal and have to fuck this beast." I want you breaking down the front door. Kill everything that moves. I will be behind you with my bow." She did not have her bow with her, it was hidden outside the bandit camp with her arrows, and some poisons. She turned to look at the orc. But then returned her gaze straight ahead, to the pathway before them. "I want each one of those thieves to die." Word saw the girl he was fucking earlier and smiled wide as they walked past her as he flipped a gold coin to the innkeepers. "I want that room when I get back, I should be back within two days." Then he followed the elf watching her walk and her ass move side to side. She had a lovely and inviting figure he could see fucking for hours. Plus once he was done helping her he would fuck her for much longer. When she began talking his face became more stern as he listened to the situation of what he would be walking into. Seemed like all the bandits were fair game to be slaughtered like cattle. He smiled wide and began to slowly stretch each muscle in his arms and legs to get them limber. "If cold-blooded killing is what you need then I am your orc. They won't get past me unless they kill me." He looked around the forest making sure no one could get the drop on them. He towered over the girl but only because he was big even for an orc. His axes could almost be considered great axes due to their size, but they were made to fit his hands perfectly. She wanted her weapons, and he could understand wanting ones own trusty weapons at hand. "So tell me elf what have you seen if anything of their ranks? How many and what weapons?" "So far," Ghana stated, actually respecting this orc for following her 'down to business' attitude. A little. She would never forget the way she walked in on him fucking an innkeepers' daughter, and practically made Rhea suck his cock clean. That is not respectable behavior. She would have to see him in battle before she could judge him there, though. "Their patrol count at least is ten strong. That is just on the outer wall. Inside, I assume there is at least twenty more. I have seen bows, swords, and a couple of great hammers." The place they were heading was atop a mountain, a snowy place that nobody ever seemed to go to. It was why they were so easy to track down. Their footprints through the snow was a dead giveaway to their patrol paths, and it was almost amateur. But she knew they were anything but. They just knew that nobody would dare come against them, for they boasted holding a dragon in their dungeon, and a vicious Minotaur to guard them. Rhea never believed those rumors. Not a chance. "Their leader's name is Storm. He is a red guard. He wears heavy armor and his weapon is a Warhammer with pointed ends, to pierce through the armor of anyone who opposes him." She sighed. "He is quick on his feet, and enough of a paranoid ass to set enough traps to take down a mammoth walking his halls. Based on rumors alone, of course." Word nodded along to her words and took in all the information she had about the mission she had pulled him into. Thirty men would certainly be a good number to hold a small defensive perimeter. The sound of the leader with a Warhammer. What he didn't like was the talk of traps. He didn't like traps for two very simple reasons, and he wouldn't use them even if he had the chance to. For one, he had no way of dealing with them, and two he saw traps as a cowards' weapon. Sighing he scratched his beard and thought on the traps. She seemed to have seen some so hopefully she could guide him around them. "I am no good with traps elf, you will have to get me past them or activate them from far away. As for the Red guard with the armor and little hammer he will be no problem. I have an attack he can't get away from one bit." He smiled as he knew how he was going to defeat the bastard. It would honestly be pretty simple and the hard part would be the traps. As long as his armor held, and they didn't get a lucky shot to his head he would be good. "Let's get there quick so we can get your precious weapons back in your hands where they belong." "Traps are easy." Ghana smiled to herself ad they climbed the pathway up the mountain, through the trees. Soon they would need to beer from the path and sneak up the back way, and get to the damned hideout along a blind spot in the defenses. They could sneak up on the front gate by just walking along the very well that defended them, without notice. Once inside, Ghana would be able to dismantle many of the traps with either her bow, or her hands as long as the orc kept the enemies far enough away from her. "It is Storm I am worried about. He is brutal and ruthless, and he could easily take me down if I let him get close enough while I only have a bow." She pointed to a tree up ahead. It was a large oak, one she had dug an arrow head into the bark of. "Turn right up here. We are going around the long way." They walked in silence for a while, Rhea only stopping to grab her cache of arrows and poisons from where it was hidden. Once the bow was in her hands, she smiled to herself. It was time she got her daggers back. She had been without them for too long." There it is." She whispered as the stronghold started becoming visible through the trees. She knew she didn't have to be quiet yet, but she wanted to be certain. "That tower there is unmanned. A major blind spot in their defenses. We can get up close to the building and run along the wall to the front gate. I can take out many men we see atop the wall with a few easy arrows. Once we get to the gates, you can either wait for me to pick the lock, or break it down with that axe of yours. Then, well, we watch each others' backs until we get inside the main building." Word shook his head at her and made sure she understood him this time. "Like I said little elf, I can protect you from whoever comes at us. Not a single person, man or woman will get past me unless I die. So when I see a red guard in armor with a Warhammer ill kill him in one second just for you. So worry about traps and ill kill them all." He smiled and then held out two daggers to her. He had noticed that other than the bow she had nothing to defend herself from close combat. "In case I do fall I won't have you defenseless. You seem a capable warrior and I don't want to be the reason someone like you dies. You have a strong heart and don't back down to fear or things one normally fears. Your strength and heart makes you more beautiful than any woman I have met in my life." He made her take the knives and then crouched as she started to get quiet. He smiled as she talked about him waiting for her to pick a lock. "I'll break it because they won't need it when they are dead. I do wish to know your name little elf so would you mind telling me what it is before we start their slaughter. I would like to know who have put my blade into action for so if I die at least I know who to watch over if I die. Furthermore, I am named Word, son Grog." The name Grog would be famous seeing how he is one of the few Orc chieftains who maintain a long-lasting peace with several of the holds the biggest being White run. It was strange. This orc was actually being sweet, flattering her with words of her battle prowess, saying he will protect her. Even giving her daggers. She took them in her hands, testing the balance of them. They were larger than what she was used to. Heavier. But they were sharp, they were made well. Was this Irish made? She tossed the daggers in the air and caught them easily as he introduced himself. Grog. Even she knew that name. She blinked, cocking her head to the side. "Word. My name is Ghana." She started making her way to the stronghold without another word. Once they were halfway there, she grabbed an arrow from the quiver, and loosed it quickly, shooting it through a torch standing along the outer wall of the camp. The arrow knocked the torch over, setting fire to the wood below. That would it least distract them a little. She ran the rest of the way, motioning for Word to follow her. Once she was against the wall, she made her way to the door of the stronghold. She heard the commotions of the bandits inside trying to deal with the sudden fire. She grinned to herself. Not bad for a plan in the fly. She looked at Word, sending him a quick nod, and motioning for the door. "You're up, big guy. I've got your back. Now archers will have time to pull an arrow from the quiver." She held up her own bow, ready to shoot the first sign of enemy movement. Word nodded when she spoke her name then watched her get a feel for the large knives in her hands. "Ghana, it is my honor to have met a warrior such as you in my travels." He then followed suit as to stay quiet when she did. When she started the fire he smiled and began to stretch his body one last time. Then as she nodded and told him it was his turn his eyes went black and his smile left his face replaced by an emotionless stare. He was now going into a berserker first stage of combat known as the calm mind. Once he was in the first state he blinked and his eyes were back to normal as he walked forward and pulled his axes out. Then he started to beat the flats of the axes onto his chest making grunting noises before speaking. "Your lives have been offered to me and I will use this experience to better myself. For this I thank each of you and ask that you hold no resentment towards me for this in the afterlife." It took no time at all for the bandits to hear Word, and soon they would be upon him. But the first three to close in on him hadn't expected his axes to cleave through their heads in one motion. It carved through them like a knife through butter, and he only hesitated when an arrow hit his shoulder. He growled and smiled as he punched the next man before burying his axe into the men chest. Soon he had killed seven and could hear people shouting for reinforcements. "Yes call them all in, so I can grow with each man I best." Down below in the bandit hideout two men were dragging a large creature bound in heavy, thick rope and who is a unknown to others was naked as the day he was born. When they reached the chamber that held a dragon female they left him next to a wall before kicking him hard though it wouldn't hurt him in the slightest. The larger man frowned and then kicked the large creature in the face. "Fuck you bull." Bovious would have answered if not for the leather strap around his snout. But a low ruling growl could be heard and the sound of his feet trying to find the ground. He was angry, and it took a lot to anger this gentle giant. He had no problem with fighting and was in fact good at it. But he preferred sex, ale and good food to fighting. He tried to move around, but the bindings still had enough strength to hold him still, but he did small someone in the room with him still now that the bandits gone. Not only that he could tell by her scent that it was a woman. The doors broke open, and all hell broke loose. Blood splattered the ground as Word had absolutely demolished a few of the bandits in one swing. She had to admit, she was impressed... And a little bit distracted watching him fight to realize that arrows were being trained on the pair of them. Rhaena went to work dispatching a few archers with quickly loosed arrows. One of the bandits got an arrow in his eye socket and fell forward, off of the rampart he was standing on, and onto another bandit picking up a sword. She put an arrow into that bandit as well, before he had a chance to get up. There were three bandits in different windows of the keep, and Ghana could only kill two of them before an arrow flew into Word's shoulder. She swore softly, hating that she wasn't able to defend him like she said she was going to. But there were too many. They needed more cover. Though, it didn't seem to bother Word. In fact, he was ready for more. The arrow didn't even slow him down. Rhea had to grin. This was the fighting power of the stronghold orcs, huh? Good thing they were maintaining the peace treaties. Rhaena ran in through the broken door of the keep, keeping her eyes trained on the windows and ramparts, ignoring the growing fire that had been abandoned during the initial attack. She ran up to the front door of the keep and pressed her ear to it, hearing lots of commotion inside. Ghana grinned, grabbing a vial from the pouch on her hip, and pouring it onto the blades of the daggers she had been given. She waited for the doors to open, and as soon as they did, she went to work. Her body was moving quickly, her tiny form darting between the ten bandits trying to push their day out of the door. She was slicing each one as she moved, an arm her, a leg there. She went for a kill shot where she could, slicing arteries or just going for the neck, but she was going for as much damage in a short time as she could do. When she was done, she was inside the keep, and each bandit that stormed the door was either dropping to the ground, or paralyzed in place, depending on where she had hit them. She grinned. Paralytic poisons were the best. She trusted Word to finish them off as he made his way into the keep behind her. "I am going ahead to the traps! Everything is downstairs. Follow me!"~~Crassly heard footsteps coming down into her basement room, but they were slow, strained, and struggling. She kept to the shadows as she watched bandits come into the room they had given her, dragging a large beast she had never seen before. She gasped softly as they kicked him, swearing at them before they left, going to fight off whatever was making the huge commotion above. The creature seemed to be sniffing her out, his face in the direction of her hiding spot in the shadows. He looked angry, but that could have been the way he was bound. She was angry when they kept her tied up, too. She moved forward, slowly stepping into the light of the torch on the wall. Furthermore, she moved at a slow pace. Her naked body showed that she was unarmed, though the scales on her tail were fairly sharp, and have already cut people when they were not careful." I am not going to hurt you." She spoke softly, as she got close to the beast bound before her. She bent over to remove the leather straps that were covering his mouth. "The men have never brought me a friend before. They usually just come down to play, and leave when the game is over." She sent the large creature before her a small smile, ignoring the sounds of fighting and distress in the floors above them. "My name is Crassly. Did they bring your down here to play with me?" As Word watched Ghana fight with her bow even in his raged state of mind he could tell she was an amazing archer. By the time she reached the door he had broken in he had begun growling with each swipe of his axes blades. He smiled now in enjoyment as his eyes were now red completely in a full rage as he took the slashing of a sword to his back. His armor held true, and his training never failed him as not a single cut or injury slowed the large man down. The more he got hit the stronger he seemed to get as his muscled arms and legs made his weapons drive in harder. The blades moved as easily as a trained assassins daggers moved when killing. It was at that moment he saw the elf and the daggers he handed her in a flash of steel and blood. It seemed daggers and bows truly were her specialty, and he would love to see what she could do with her own daggers. When she told him she was going down to the traps he nodded. "I'll be down when I am done with these few. Don't you dare die on me Rheine or ill pull your spirit back just to kill you myself." He smiled as he cut one man in half and another head off. He then headbutted the next man caving the man's head in on itself. None of them had the slightest of chances with him there. He placed his axes back on his sides before walking into the shattered doorway. As he made his way after Ghana he smiled feeling like he was missing her. No, that wasn't quite it, he did miss her but because he had come to respect her and still wanted to take her to bed. She would be his by her word and his acceptance to help her. As he rounded a corner he saw her working on a trap, and he stood right behind her. "Stay low and make sure to be able to dodge if a bandit comes up. I have good control over my own weapons but not theirs. I'll also need you to get behind me if someone comes up. Leave them to me." When obvious caught sight of the scaled woman he also saw she wore no clothes as she said she meant him no harm. His eyes were trained on her body but his angry posture never relaxed. He was wary of her because he had seen her race and didn't trust anyone he didn't know. Then she spoke about her days here, and the men playing with her. Then asking if he was their to play with her as she undid the leather strap that held his mouth closed. His thoughts turned to fucking this beauty when she talked about playing with her. He spoke calmly, and his voice was deep like a cavern with no end to it. "They captured me when I was drunk and robbed me of my clothes before tying me up. They plan to sell me or put me to fight for their enjoyment. But I want to leave and get back to my forge or travel for quest. I would shake your hand Crassly, but I am tied up. As for me, I am Obvious SMED also known as the Endless of Stamina." He was given FHE name after forging for nearly a week nonstop. He felt his arousal begin to grow the longer he saw her body, her voluptuous curves before his eyes. Then he noticed his cock growing to full length the size of some Words arm. He could feel himself getting harder and harder as it pointed right in her direction. "As for if I was sent to play with you, I wouldn't know. If that is why people are brought down here then perhaps I have been. You could show me how to play, but these bindings will get in the way. Think you can help my beautiful girl?" His cock twisted at her as if inviting her to come get a taste. Don't die? Oh, she had no intentions of that. Ghana didn't even have a scratch on her yet. Sure, Word was doing the heavy lifting of this battle, but it wasn't like she was doing nothing. He was right, she was a great warrior. Her skills centered around finesse and speed instead of sheer strength. It was easy to see if you watched her fight that she had spent many years perfecting her craft, and even more putting it into practice. Not a single movement was wasted when she went into battle. The first couple of traps were easy. Simple trip-wires needing to be cut. The next was a pressure plate, which was what Ghana was working on when Word had caught up to her. Dismantling it took some time, but soon enough, she heard the soft click telling her the mechanism inside was deactivated. She heard his instructions and nodded once, showing that she understood what she was supposed to do. Now that they were inside the hallway, they had a lot less room to move around in. It was going to be tough to try and dodge a swing from Word if he did not know where she was going to be... And she did not want to be on the wrong side of his axe. "If my intel is correct, there are a set of double doors ahead. If they do not yet opened it the exact same time, a trap will activate and send some blades flying towards us from all angles. Be very careful." They moved around the corner, and lo and behold, there were the double doors. "Beyond is the dining hall, kitchen's, and the stairs heading down. Downstairs is the weaponry, armory, and barracks. Below that still is where Storm will be. Likely close to the treasure room. I assume most people will be in the armory getting ready to face us, or down in the basement protecting the treasure."~~Crassly smiled when she heard that Obvious was here to play with her. She loved it when the men guarding her came in to play. At first, the games they played hurt... And it was so frequent, with so many guards, that she barely got a break. But it started to become really fun for her quickly. Now she looked forward to when the guards came. But they hadn't yet today, even though it was about the time they did. She listened to his story of how they captured him, and she cocked her head to the side. "I have no idea how I ended up here. I just remember being tied up against that wall, over there." Crassly pointed to a wall where shackles hung from the ceiling. There were shackles for her hands, her feet, and they even had one that held her tail in the air. The guards liked that one when they first introduced her to the game they played. She looked back down at Obvious, smiling when she noticed that his cock was growing. Goodie! He was really getting ready to play with her! She grinned to herself as he mentioned the bindings stopping him from playing properly, but she just got on all fours in front of him and started dragging her tongue up his massive shaft. She had never seen one this big before, and, it least for a few moments, she wanted some time to play with it. "Just give me a minute." She said, with each word her lips brushed against the side of his cock. She was getting wet already, and all she had done was lick him. She reached his cock head and pressed her lips to it, opening her mouth wide to she could try and take as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. But he was too large, and she only had practice with the human guards who played with her before. She kept working, however, and used her hands to pump his cock while she sucked on him. Soon, Cress pulled up from his cock and licked her lips. "You taste delicious." She said simply, before she stood up and walked around his body to untie him. "Sorry if you are uncomfortable. I just wanted to taste you, first." She carefully untied his bindings before letting them fall to the floor, and she took a couple of steps backwards so Obvious would move around freely. "There. Now you can use your hands to play!" Word nodded to Ghana as she spoke of what was to come and the layout of the hold they were attacking. "Then get me to the door and ill make sure your safe." He walked away and came back with half the door he smashed apart. He smiled as they reached the door, and he kicked it open and as the knives flew at him and the door half caught them all. Furthermore, he threw the door at the first bandit he saw and began to punch men through to the ground cracking skulls and causing blood to flow from their nose and eyes. As the next few came at him, he took a great club to his head, and it splintered as it hit him hard. He then crushed the men head in his bare hand. "Fight me you fucking dogs. I haven't had a good fight since I brawler with a giant in the Reach." He laughed and then kicked a man out a window with very little effort. He was enjoying his time killing the bandits, and he planned to continue having his fun. As he saw Ghana doing her part he saw a man sneaking up behind her right side. He growled and threw an axe deep into the men chest. "Watch yourself elf, remember what I said. I'll bring you back just to kill you again if you die. I am not done with a warrior as mighty as you." He smiled and then held up a man for her to shoot before throwing him out the window. Bovious smiled as she began to touch his cock but was upset she hadn't untied him yet to play with her. She then started to lick at him and trying to take more than just his tip into her mouth. She even decided to stroke him as she sucked on the tip, and she would be rewarded with his pre-cum spilling into her mouth and into her throat. As nice as it felt she hadn't trained for his cock in her throat, but she could be. When she pulled away and undid his bindings and explained HSE wanted to taste him he nodded. But that was when two bandits came in and pinned Crassly to the wall. "So the cow wants to play with our dragon girl ETH. Watch in agony as we show you what you don't get to have." The man had just freed his cock and pressed it to her pussy when Obvious's hands went around each of their throats before throwing them into the wall. He looked to the men and smiled knowing the damage would kill them soon. "In your last moments watch as I fuck her better than you ever could sell swords." With that last word he pushed into her already dripping pussy. She was extremely tight but he didn't hold back as he pumped her up and down on his cock like a toy for his pleasure. He knew it might hurt, but she would enjoy it soon enough. Shoving his tongue down her throat for a moment before licking down her body and across her breasts. "How's it feels my dear Crassly?" Ghana was busy working on shooting anyone who came through the door behind Word. She trusted that he would murder anyone already in the room who may pose a danger. This was especially true when he threw an axe in her direction. She had a distinct urge to roll away, especially as she felt the wind from the axe as it whipped passed her, and the spray of blood across her body as it connected with its target. He was not close enough to hit her yet, but the impact of the axe just splattered her with the bandit's blood. As much as she hated it, she was grateful to him for saving her. She grabbed the axe out of the bandit, pulling at it with two hands until it came free. Seven Hell's, it was heavy. But she lifted it and brought it back to its master. "Thanks for that." She smiled, the thrill of the battle humming through her system. The two made a damned good team. Too bad it was a one and done mission. After this she was happy to just evaporate into the shadows, never to see this hideout, or the orc who stormed it with her ever again. But before she could say anything else, she heard a scream coming from down below. It sounded... Pained. Before Ghana could say anything, she took off running towards the stairs. That was a woman's voice screaming, and this band of bandits did not take women on among their ranks. Someone was here, and they were in pain. Two floors away was the treasury. And that scream came from somewhere below them. She now had a second mission; save that girl, whoever they were.~~Crassly heard the door open, dropping the bonds she had just untied. The bandits came in and roughly put her against the wall. Cress was wet from playing with Bo, and the rough treatment from the bandits was making it even more so. She did not like the way the men spoke to Obvious, but she loved the way one of the men shoves his cock into her without warning. She moaned, the way he filled her felt so incredible. But as soon as it started, Obvious stood up and threw the bandits from her. She gasped, about to stop towards the bandits and make sure they were okay. Did Bo not understand the game they were playing? Did he have to hurt them? But when Bo spoke next, it was to say that they were meant to watch. That was when he impaled her with his massive cock. She did not get any warning, any foreplay. The only stretching was from the bandit's cock, but it wasn't even half the size of Bo's. She screamed as he thrust into her, stretching her wider than she ever imagined she could be. He did not give her time to adjust. He basically just lifted her up and down his cock like some form of toy. Furthermore, he filled her completely, hitting her deepest parts every time she bottomed out on his cock. She was positive that she was being broken in half by this massive thing inside of her. Her scream was cut off by a tongue sliding into her throat. She kissed him back, as much as she could. Even his tongue was large, and his lips were a very different shape than she was used to. But he was playing with her, and she wanted him to have fun, even though it hurt her. It hurt with the bandits too, at first. So she knew that soon it would feel amazing... And she started to feel pleasure as his tongue moved from her lips, down her body. He asked her how she felt, but when she opened her mouth to speak, only primal sounding grunts seemed to come out. Words escaped her brain. Her body was starting to feel the pleasure from him, and already it was so much more than anything she had experienced before. Her pussy was absolutely drenched, soaking Bo's cock as he fucked her absolutely senseless. "Holy fuck!" She screamed out, reaching her arms out for absolutely anything she could grab onto... Which turned out to be the huge horns atop his head. "So... Big!" Word looked to Rhea nodding when she handed back his axe and thanked him. He told her she wasn't going to die as long as he lived, and he meant that. "I told you Rhea that I would not let a warrior as strong and as beautiful as you die on my watch. I gave my word and ill fall on my own blades if I can not keep my word. I like you too much to let you die here from a bunch of sorry excuses of warriors." As he said that he heard the scream similar to one he had heard many times before. Normally he heard it when he stretched a new girl open with his cock. He smiled at the sound and felt himself want to be fucking the elf right now too. But he knew it wasn't his turn until all the damn bandits were cold and staining the ground with their blood. Seeing the elf running towards the noise he laughed and killed the last man on this floor. Then jogging after her, he soon caught up in time to stop another man from sneaking up from behind her. He rolled his eyes and smashed the men head inside his own helmet. "Watch where you're going Rhea or you will break my word for me." A larger human stepped up a large blacksmiths hammer in hand and swung at Rhea. Before he could get her Words right hand grabbed her by the waist and caught the hammers head with his left. "Like I said watch out and for the love of the gods let me go first." He smiled at her then threw the hammer into the men headbcrushing it easily. He sniffed the air and pointed to a door. "That's where the scream came from, and I smell blood." Bovious heard her grunt in reply to his question and smiled wide. It had been some time since he last fucked a woman, and she was already hooked on sex. Soon it was clear she was enjoying being used by him, and he smiled even more. As she grabbed his horns and made an exclamation of his size he began to fondle her breasts and play with her tail which did not cut his tough hide. He began to bounce her on him as his own growl like moans filled the room. Bovious spread her legs wider and walked to a mirror so she could see his cock moving inside her. He made sure to bring her to the tip of his cock and all the way back down as he slammed into her womb. To him, it was just part of her to be used and shaped to him, just an extension of her pussy to be fucked by his cock. "That's it Cress you are right, I am big. Bigger than almost any man you will find, bit the biggest reason you love it is because I can play with you for days without stopping." He grinned wide as his hands played with her a little rougher. As he picked up the pace he smelled people approaching them but right now he didn't care. All that was on his mind was fucking her senseless until he filled her with his cum, and she begged for more. He would make her understand that only he could make her feel good like this. Then she would be his to fuck. "Tell me Cress, what do you want? Should I stop and leave you be or fuck you until you pass out filled and covered in cum?" He kissed deer again and then pulled away before pulling at her nipples in one hand and nibbling on the tip of her tail hopping it would cause more pleasure for her. Wait, did Word just compliment her? A strong, beautiful warrior, huh? And he liked her? Huh. Orcs really only did assess people during battle, and sex. Considering that is all the pair knew so far in their day of knowing each other... Of course, he would enjoy her. But she would still disappear once she got her daggers, deal or not. She was going to vanish into the night and never be seen again. There were bandits crawling out of the walls of this fucking place. And she was distracted. Usually she was on the ball, not allowing anything to sneak up on her like this... But that girl. She could not get that scream out of her head. But she kept running, almost head first into a hammer. A strong hand around her body pulled her back, and another hand demolished the bandit with the hammer. Huh. A blacksmith. Makes sense they would have one here. Rhaena looked up at Word, her eyes a little wide as he held her close to him. When he said he could smell blood through the door, she almost rolled her eyes. They were both covered in blood. It was pretty hard to differentiate what could possibly be new. But, her nose was not as sharp to that kind of thing. She was better it's knowing if a weapon was coated in poison by the scent of it, or finding herbs and plants in the wile to be used as salves, poultices, and makeshift poisons when in a pinch." Let's go. We have to save that girl. She is in trouble." There was no more talking, Rhea just opened the door. The first thing she saw were too bandits against the wall, bleeding out from head wounds. But then as she scanned more of the room, there was a beast there, against another wall, a small girl in his arms. No, not just in his arms. Impaled on his cock. She drew her bow and had an arrow trained on the back of the Minotaur's head. "Put the girl down."~~Crassly couldn't stop watching herself in the mirror. The way each thrust made her large breasts bounce, the way his cock easily slid inside of her soaking pussy, and the way it bulges out of her flat belly as he slid deeper inside of her. It was a sight she had never seen, and it was so damned lewd that it nearly brought her to orgasm right there. He kept fucking her, driving into her deeper, harder, faster. Her brain was turning to mush, her insides being rearranged by his massive cock. He asked her what she wanted, but she couldn't dorm words to answer. She just moaned out, her back arching as he thrust inside her deepest parts. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop, please! I am gonna...!" The door burst open then. Two people ran in, covered in blood. Cress could see them through the mirror. She saw one train her arrow on Obvious, but that was all she could comprehend before Bo started playing with her tail. It was a massive erogenous zone for her during sex. It triggered her orgasm. Her entire body tensed, twitching hard over his cock as she screamed out in pleasure. Rhaena slowly lowered her bow, her eyes widening as she watched the girl - was that a dragon?! - have what was clearly an earth-shattering orgasm. She stood in a stunned silence for a moment before she turned around, to head back out the door. "Word, they don't seem to need our help after all. I am going to find my daggers." Word followed after her, and soon he heard the noises of sex coming from the door, and he tried to stop the elf. She is quicker than him easily dodged his hand as she headed for the door. Shaking his head he set his axes back on his sides and followed after her. Soon they were at the door, and she opened it quickly and entered like nothing in the world could harm her in that very moment. First came the overwhelming smell of sex filling his nostrils and then THS sounds of a woman being satisfied. The two dead bodies told him one blow to kill them and the large hulking Minotaur told him he was the one who killed them. Then seeing the woman she seemed Armenian but more powerful than a mere lizard folk. What he did know was that she was loving every minute of the Minotaur's cock. Word smiled when Rhea lowered her bow and began to turn away holding her arm gently. "They may have information and your going nowhere without me." Bovious saw the two people enter the room, but he heard Cress telling him not to stop because she was close to cumming. When he felt her pussy tighten and constrict around his cock he knew it was time for him to fill her up. "Here is the first of many my beautiful Cress." He then held her down onto his cock and was soon filled with a torrent of cum that was immediately pushed out of her since his cock took the extra space. Bovious looked to the two who entered and turned to face them standing tall. "Sorry to let you catch us like this but neither of us could hold back. My name is Obvious SMED the blacksmith at the sky forge of the Companions. Give me a moment will you and I will get ready to leave." He pulled Cress off of his cock with a slight popping noise and then wrapped his waist in a bedsheet. Looking around he frowned and looked a little defeated as he held Cress in his arms like a child. "Those bloody bastards took my forge hammer." Kord smiled at the action of pulling the woman off of a cock like she was a toy for his use. "Don't be long because I am contracted to this one for the day." He smiled and pointed to Rhea. "I am Word and this is Ghana, we are looking for her daggers and where the bandits chief is. Is there anything you can tell us about the hideout my free... did you say Companions smith?" He laughed and then held out his axes with pride. "Then you probably made these friend, and I am grateful for that. I haven't had to sharpen them all year." He looked to Rhea. "So Obvious what can you tell us?" Bovious nodded to the orc and at the axes he held up. "Word and Ghana it is a pleasure to meet you both, this wonderful girl in my arms is Crassly. As for those axes I did make them, and they were some of my best works. Information would be if the chief knows your here he will have fled to the armory in the lowest level. Solid steel door that needs a combination to unlock it. Or I can cave it in with my hammer if I find it." Kord pointed outside the room. "Big hammer out thereof you'll follow and help my friend. Your muscle will be much appreciated this day and maybe in the future." Word looked to Rhea and smiled. "See making friends and staying still can be useful sometimes. Now let's get here two out of here after I kill that damn red guard. Lead us down, stay by me, and I will get you to your knives." He brought them along and as they walked Obvious grabbed his hammer a smirk on his face and he fingered Cress as they walked.

A Simple Request (Dteagle&Samira)|rating:2.0

Invasion! (Closed)

Closed for Defy camp; PogueMahone​"Can't we talk about this?!," Renee begged, staring at her boyfriend as he held out his keys to her apartment. "I don't understand what I did wrong!"" It's not you, Ren. It's. Furthermore, it's complicated. Just take your keys and go home."" You're a fucking bastard, you know that?" Her tears had now quickly turned to anger, snatching her keys from his extended hand before slapping him with her own free one. "You talk so sweetly, make it so like life is going to be at its best because I'm with you- and you fucking DUMP me?!"" Renee-""Fuck you." She stormed out the front door, slamming it hard behind her before tears filled her eyes. Bastard. And here she had thought she had finally made a turn around in her life. Her luck was always the same though, start to really fall in love, then everything just fell apart. Getting into her car, she continued to cry, fitting her key into the ignition and turning it. Nothing happened. She tried again, only to find more failure. "Oh come ON!," She howled, hitting her palm against the horn before taking the keys back out, resting her head against the wheel. Looked like she was walking home... Now rather furious, she stepped out of the vehicle, locking the doors back up before starting down the road. Between being so late at night, the length of the walk back home and the clouds that were just begging to let out a rainstorm, she wasn't exactly thrilled at the whole situation. `` Boxlike stood at the control panel, his eyes fixed on the thick window as the blue and green orb of the planet slowly moved into view. “Planet 7-86-45, oxygen based atmosphere, carbon based lifeforms. Referred to by the dominant species of humanoids as Earth.” The cold analytical voice of the ship computer recited, the prominent facts than followed by a list of statistics and trivia that Boxlike completely ignored. “Surratt,” He repeated softly, his mouth struggling around the strange name, his long tongue twisting around the strange letters. Turning from the view of the approaching planet, Boxlike moved across the smooth metallic floor, his many legs/arms moving him quickly and silently with a grace that only the Crichton could manage. The Crichton were explorers, their race spreading out from their home world across first their own solar system and eventually the galaxy, colonizing planets and subjugating other races as they spread. Now Boxlike, the youngest member of his cadre to survive to adulthood, had arrived at this small out-of-the-way world, visions of conquest and glory floating before his large luminescent eyes. “Surratt,” He repeated once more, a slight smile curling his lipless mouth as his countless tentacles spread out around him, each touching a control, guiding the ship easily towards the small blue planet.-------------------------------------------------------------------James McEvoy was standing at the edge of the pond, whistling tunelessly as he cast the fishing pole back and forth over his shoulder, the line snaking out to flick across the water, settling there for the briefest of seconds before being yanked away. He'd been there all morning, aiming his fly at the large stump, knowing that there was a large trout laying in the shade there, a fish he was determined to catch before the day was through. His mind was wandering, replaying his week at work, the boring monotony of the auto shop that he could barely tolerate until the weekend, until he could sneak up here and fish. James' mind was so far away that he almost dropped the fishing rod as the large trout suddenly struck, the sudden weight at the end of the nylon line almost pulling the rod from his hand. “Jeez.” He gasped, his mind suddenly snapping back to the present, his hands moving to the reel to begin the inevitable fight with the large fish. “Must be the local record,” James mused as he began to struggle with the trout, playing out just enough line to keep it from breaking, “damn big fish.” The next few minutes were tense for James, his line going slack a few times as if the fish had managed to free itself only to be suddenly drawn taut as the fish tried to swim free. Slowly, James managed to reel the large fish in, finally able to see the large gray silhouette through the water as he pulled on the rod, drawing his catch closer. “Finally,” James breathed out with a sigh of relief as he bent down, intent on pulling the fish out of the water. James was so focused on the large trout that he hadn't noticed the large gray globe that was floating mysteriously over his head, the dull material of the sphere emitting a soft bluish glow as it lowered, casting its long shadow across the length of the pond. Only as it blocked out the sun did James realize something was happening, glancing up over his shoulder as he knelt by the water's edge. “Holy mother of god,” He whispered reverently as the globe silently descended. It was at least forty feet in diameter, perfectly round and smooth without any sign of a door or window, the bluish glow intensifying as it neared the ground, a faint buzzing filling James' ear as if a swarm of bees was rapidly approaching. “It... it can't be,” James shook his head in disbelief, frozen in place by the shock, his lifelong desire to witness a U.F.O finally coming to fruition. The sphere settled to earth softly, almost as if weightless, the blue glow increasing to an almost blinding intensity before suddenly winking out completely. James stood up, the trout and his fishing pole long forgotten as he stared in awe at the strange sight, the metal globe seeming now to rotate in place, spinning around as it burrowed itself into the earth, burying itself until only the top quarter was visible appearing to be no more than a small hillock at first glance, the strange dull material the only difference between it and the surrounding landscape. As he stood there dumbfounded, James was surprised to see a figure slowly floating up through the top of the sphere surrounded by the same faint blue glow. The figure was tall and thin, its skin the same dull gray as the sphere, the large dark, lidless eyes taking up nearly half its head as it seemed to survey the area. There was no nose or ears, the large teardrop shaped head dominated by the large eyes and a small mouth. “Sonoma...” James whispered as he inspected the strange figure, wishing that he had brought a camera with him on this fishing expedition. “No one is going to believe this.” Beneath the large head, the tall almost catfish thin creature seemed to be wrapped in a long, thick robe that hung straight down from its narrow shoulders, the material seeming to ripple in a non-existent breeze as it stood there. I should try to communicate with it, James thought to himself, images of him being the first man on earth to greet an alien, to establish a connection with an extra-terrestrial, flooding his head. “Hello,” He called out, stepping forward with his arm extending in what he hoped was a friendly manner. “Greetings” The creature didn't respond, turning its large staring eyes to him, watching him silently as he approached, stopping only a few feet away from the tall strangely garbed creature. Being this close to the alien, James could see that what he had thought was a robe made up of one piece of material seemed to actually be made of hundreds of individual strips that hung from the creatures shoulders. Must be some kind of alien fashion, James thought to himself as he extended his arms further, as it to give the creature a welcoming hug, “Welcome to Earth.”“Surratt,” the creature repeated, bringing an elated smile to James' face, a smile that quickly changed to shock and terror as the strips of it's robe suddenly seemed to come to life, reaching out for him, entangling him, holding him there with a strength that was surprising. It was with revulsion that James realized that the robe was in reality the creatures arms, small tentacles, each one only about half an inch in diameter but there were thousands of them, each now binding him, holding him in place as they began to probe his body, inspecting him. He opened his mouth to scream only to have a hundred of the tentacles fill his mouth, sliding down his throat. Whimpering, James felt other tentacles exploring his body, an alien presence suddenly felt in the back of his mind, as if the creature could somehow invade his thoughts as its tentacles invaded his body.---------------------------------------------------------------------------Boxlike held the man fast, his mind probing the earthling's simple mind, devouring his thoughts and memories as his arms explored the man's body, learning all he could about the human's physique. Once he had absorbed enough data, Boxlike simply released the frightened man, letting him fall sobbing to the ground. He won't be a threat, Boxlike assured himself, knowing that the short time of their mental contact had destroyed the human's mind, few beings in the universe could stand the Crichton's mental touch. This planet is ripe for colonization, the technology is primitive, the species abundant, although I'm not sure about their ability to carry our young, He mused, staring idly down at the sobbing man in front of him, perhaps the female of species would be a better host for our eggs. I will have to find one and perform further experiments before I signal the rest of the fleet. "I can't believe I actually cared for that asshole," Renee continued to rant, her uttering snow more a way of occupying herself than anything else as she continued her pace down the road, occasionally shouting out the random curse towards the skies in offense of her now-ex Brendon. She should have known better than to trust him. It had seemed too good to be true; a guy with a perfect job, an actual interest in her, someone who didn't have a horrendous criminal background.... Of course there'd have to be something wrong somewhere. Was it her? She thought she was attractive enough. Her skin was a bit pale, but no one ever seemed to find fault with that. She was no runway model, though certainly not a large girl... Just the average size, with a comfortable chest. No one had ever seemed to have any complaints about it before... Was that it? Was she just too plain for him? Tomorrow at work was going to be fun. Becky knew exactly how to read people with relationship problems. She would probably smell it from her as soon as she stepped in the door; rejection oozing from her enough to send Becky into her bliss trying to give her relationship advice. God, she hated that woman. Never knew well enough to keep her nose out of other people's affairs. If she worried as much about her job as she did what was happening in the lives of others, maybe she wouldn't have been in the same position for nearly 15 years. She paused in her steps as she heard a curious noise in the overgrown fields behind her, turning to glance over her shoulder. "Hello?," She called, standing at the roadside a moment longer. "Brendon, that better not be you. I don't want to talk to you, and if you're following me, I swear I'll call the cops as soon as I get home...." No response. She started closer to the brushes, standing on her toes to peer into the mess. A lot of noise for something that didn't want to come out of hiding... She glanced around, spotting a rather large fallen tree branch beside the ditch. She picked it up, hesitantly holding it out in case whatever was there tried to attack her. "I'm warning you-," She started, her voice cracking. She knew she didn't come off as very threatening, but she hoped that the stick in her hands was enough to provide all the threat she needed. The cat came flying out of the overgrown bush so quickly that Renee didn't even get to consider swinging her weapon, instead staggering back as the feline howled out in frustration. It was drenched-most likely fallen into the pond Brendon took her swimming in earlier that summer. "Stupid cat," She grumbled, dropping the big stick and rubbing her face. That's why she hated pets. They caused far more trouble than it was worth to have them around; running underfoot, creating messes, demanding attention... She really didn't understand why anyone wanted a fucking pet. Flicking her brown hair from her blue eyes, she gave a huff, now even more aggravated than before. At least the rain hadn't come. That was odd, though, now that she thought about it. The sky had just been aching to cause a downpour, from the way it had looked earlier. A pure black; a rather scary sight, really. Ahh well, she shouldn't complain about it too much. Walking in the rain would have made the night even worse than it had already been. A new noise hit her ears now, a far more faint thing than the rustling caused by the cat. A weird, light hum. Her cell phone? She peeked into her purse, finding the Motorola to be off. Well, that wasn't it. This was out in the open, though a bit further off than where she was. All those news reports over the last few years of people ending up in terrible 4 wheeler accidents came to mind, Renee a bit worried that someone was stuck beneath a heap of metal in the middle of nowhere. Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke looked down at the sobbing wreck of a man in front of him, the incessant sobbing and short cries of terror quickly grating on Boxlike's patience. Enough of this, the alien decided, his tentacles snaking out, encircling James' throat, constricting suddenly. The human gave one last startled cry, its body convulsing as Boxlike strangled it, holding his grip around the man's neck until the body was completely still. Releasing his hold, Boxlike let the corpse slide into the cool water of the pond, his mind forgetting the man as the body sank beneath the surface. Where shall I find a female? Boxlike wondered briefly as he moved around the pond, his many arms reaching out, collecting samples of the flora, cataloging everything he came into contact with. The more data he could amass the greater his species chance of supremacy on this planet would be. Not like the mistakes made on Cannon, Boxlike thought, his mind tracing back to the greatest calamity to befall his people in nearly a light year. Cannon had been similar to this planet, an oxygen rich environment and abundant species. The Crichton had landed there, quickly dominating the Canadians, the breeding stock culled from the population, quickly producing several cadres of young only to find that once the rainy seasons came a flower, a small innocuous plant with red and gold petals that lay dormant until the rains, producing a pollen that was toxic to the Crichton. The cadres had been lost, nearly everyone on Cannon had died, many falling prey to the toxic flower before they even realized what was happening. Those that survived ensured that the tragedy would never be repeated, the fleet of ships bombarding the surface, leaving Cannon a scorched ball of ash, a dead planet. He had nearly circled the pool of water when a sound caught his attention, the sensitive hairs along his many arms picking up the slightest vibration. Turning his large eyes in the direction of the sound, Boxlike reached out, his arms stretching out to hear better, delighted as he heard the sounds of another human approaching, a higher pitched voice then the man he had first encountered. Could his luck be this good? Boxlike wondered with a slight smile, would he be able to encounter a female this soon upon landing? As the sound grew nearer, the scent nodes along his arms picked up various smells, odors distinctively different from the male. It was a female, Boxlike was sure of it now, the memories he had gained from the man confirming his suspicion. Now how to draw her nearer? Glancing around, Boxlike's gaze fell upon the half submerged corpse, the man floating face down in the water, slowly drifting further out into the pond. Turning his attention back to the source of the sounds, the approaching female, Boxlike cried out, “HHH... LLP.” His long sinuous tongue struggling to form the primitive words, a desperate cry for assistance. “HHH. Ullp.” Renee tromped her way through the overgrowth, using her purse to keep the prickly leaves from snagging at her shirt as she stepped onto the actual path plowed down by countless other people having wandered out to the pond over the summer months. It was secluded, but still well known by enough people for it to be a popular destination. Of course, there had been a bit of an unspoken rule on no motorized vehicles wandering out there, but the occasional troublemaker was prone to ignore that. One flipping over in an attempt to show off didn't seem that impossible a feat. "Someone out there?," She called, continuing down the path and past the trees. She heard it then; the gargled voice of someone calling for help. Her heart jumped into her throat as soon as it hit her ears. Visions of an ATV sinking into the pond, someone stuck to it, trying to get away came to her mind, immediately panicking. "Hang on, ok?! I'm coming!," she shouted, now running down the remainder of the path. Renee gasped as she spotted the unmoving form in the water-only to stumble over herself as she saw what else was there. Nearly falling into the dirt, she stared at the pale creature at the water's edge, locked in disbelief over what her eyes took in. An... alien? That was impossible. Renee was never one to believe those stories, the tales on TV with the half-drunken hillbilly guy slurring out how he and his lady saw 'one'a them there Martian folk'. She had always figured them to be the side effects of their staple beverage, not an actual sighting. She was pretty sure she wasn't drunk. And unless Brendon had put something in her drink, she was certain there weren't any drugs in her system either." What... what is this?," she gasped out, staring at the creature before her. "What did you do to him?!" Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke listened as the human came closer, a new urgency in the sounds as it responded to his cries, the snapping of twigs and the rustling of leaves marking the route it was taking, approaching rapidly. Boxlike let his arms fall to his sides, the many tentacles now appearing as one solid mass as he waited patiently for the female to appear, knowing that many simpler lifeforms found the Crichton's arms disconcerting. Boelcke's large eyes could make out many details in the rapidly fading light, the dark heavy storm clouds seeming to settle lower around the pond as the female human suddenly appeared, stumbling to a stop at the edge of the clearing, its eyes wide as it took in the floating corpse before noticing his presence, the shock widening its' eyes even further as it stared at him. Boxlike regarded the creature carefully, looking it over as it stood there, studying it as it studied him. The female was shorter than the male, its body smaller and softer, the information he'd gleaned from the first human telling him that this one would be considered attractive by most of the species." What... what is this? What did you do to him?!" The human asked, Boxlike noticing that its voice was of a higher register, although whether from fear or not he could not tell as he could hear her quickened heartbeat clearly.“Surratt.” Boxlike replied, feigning ignorance as to the meaning of her question as he slowly moved closer to her, his many tentacles pushing him across the uneven ground, making it appear that he was gliding or floating towards her. “Surratt. Grr-EEE-ttt-eensss.” He managed to say, trying to mimic the harsh guttural sounds of their language as he slowly approached her, almost within his reach, moving carefully so as not to startle her. He had no doubt he could chase the human down, doubted if it could run nearly as fast as him, but he would rather take it unawares in one swift motion as opposed to chasing it down. “ Grr-EEE-ttt-eensss,” He repeated as he towered over her, his pale gray skin seeming to glow slightly in the fading light, his large dark eyes looking down at her, watching her every move, trying to sense if she would bolt or not. The thing was coming towards her. Renee tried to get away, taking a few hesitant steps back with uncooperative feet. As frightened as she was by this creature advancing towards her, her body seemed locked in fear at the sight of it. It was trying to talk; the gurgle of noise coming from the creature not making sense to her at first. The only thing she could understand was that she didn't want it touching her. She tried to run once again, only for her legs to refuse to listen, falling backwards against the path. It was standing over her now. Renee let out a soft cry, scared of what the thing may want of her... Only to hear it better now. "Greeters...?," She repeated meekly, one arm raised to shield herself from him, though she still peered around it to look up at the being. It was trying to speak in her own language... An attempt at kindness? Her arm slowly lowered, Renee shaking against the dirt as she stared up at the alien before her. Was that what happened to the man? Had his fear caused him to panic, drowning himself accidentally while trying to run? Or did this thing panic as well and-If that was the case, she may have been scaring it too. Maybe talking to it would be a better approach." H-hello.," She said softly, trying to hold back the fear in her voice as she looked between it and the man in the water. "Greetings.You-you are... friendly?," she asked, her eyes now wandering over the curious clothing covering the being before her. Now she really regretted not taking those shows seriously... Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke started as the female tried to run, to escape, his body tensing for the chase only to be relieved as it tripped, falling to the ground in what he assumed to be fear as he moved closer still. It raised its arm, as if to shield itself from him, the display of fear bringing a small smile to his face as he looked down at the cowering human. “Grr-Betty-innggs,” He repeated once more, his tongue slowly becoming more accustomed to the harsh guttural sounds of their language as the human lowered her arm, her body trembling as she greeted him, her eyes darting back and forth between Boxlike and the remains of the other human. “H-hello... Greetings. You-you are... friendly?,” the human managed to say, the fear obvious now in it's trembling voice and body language.“FRR-eennd-lee,” Boxlike mimicked, unsure of the words meaning as he bowed his head slightly in the manner of the Crichton, his species' way of warning others, the touching of their chin to their chest a signal of hostile intent. True, he held no hostility towards this human, or any of her species really, but his agenda of colonization, of transforming her and the rest of her species into hosts for the Crichton young surely denoted a slightly less than benign intent. The thought of the birthing cadres spurred Boxlike back into action, slowly reaching out towards the human, his many arms almost imperceptibly stretching towards her seeking to entwine her, to hold her and study her. He hoped the females of this species would be capable of birthing the Crichton young, it would be much easier to simply enslave them for his race's purpose rather than having to alter them genetically and physically, customizing the humans to his needs. He was thinking of the failed experiments on Ave 6, the genetic engineering of the native race never truly becoming compatible with the Crichton, the birthing cadres yielding forth monstrosity after monstrosity, the heinous mixture of ASEAN and Crichton that had appalled both species. The cadres had finally been abandoned there, the twisted mutated beings left to survive however they might as the Crichton journeyed deeper into space, shunning their failed experiments as they sought a more suitable host species. Boelcke's thoughts were drawn back to the present as one arm slowly encircled the human's ankle, gripping its leg loosely as more arms slowly moved up the female's leg, his tentacles slowly engulfing her. It echoed her word, though the ominous stare it was giving her was less than appealing. Her hands dug at the ground, trying to get back to standing as it moved closer to her. It was merely parroting her; spouting back the words it had heard before. This realization sent even more of a fright through her. How could she be sure of its intentions if she had no way to truly communicate with it? That stare was the most frightening thing of all, the black eyes that seemed to bore straight through her. She had always believed in the phrase that said the eyes were the window to the soul, the truest way to know someone. She saw nothing in these eyes. Only her own fear reflecting at her. Its clothing was moving, as though snagged on stones. No, that wasn't it, the clothing was moving-Actually moving, on its own. Renee stared at it as she backed away, trying to put some distance between herself and this frightening creature that was advancing upon her, though wasn't making much progress with this movement. As one of the moving folds that propelled it suddenly began to raise, Renee realized that the motion was not from a fold, but an actual entity in itself. The cloak was actually-LIVING? No... It was from the alien! Renee shrieked as she realized this, screaming louder still as the moving piece crept along her ankle and leg, halting her in her reverse crawl. "Let go of me!," She screamed out, trying to tug the tight grip off her leg. "Let GO!" Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke couldn't help the small chuckle of amusement at the human's fear, it's reaction so typical of most species upon their first encounter with the Crichton. Why was it that most sentient beings were fearful of the many tentacles? He wondered idly even as the female before him began to struggle and scream, trying futilely to escape. His arms gripped her tighter, ignoring her vain attempts at dislodging herself from his grasp, knowing his strength was much greater than this human's, that he could crush the fragile bones of it's body with ease if he so chose. Tentacles encircled her wrists, moving up her arms even as the multitude of limbs continued to engulf her leg, holding her in place as she struggled against him.“Stat-oopp.” Boxlike instructed the human simply, hating the primitive sounds of its speech but realizing that his mental touch would most likely destroy the female's mind. “Dew-nnnttt fffiii-fit.” He warned, his arms gripping the human arms pulling it upright, holding the female out in front of him for further inspection. His dark eyes took in the every detail about her as he held her there, his arms moving across the soft flesh, slowly working under the strange fabric that covered the human's body. He'd at first thought it to be some sort of camouflage like the beings of Seyfert who wrapped themselves in the soil of the planet, covering themselves with layer upon layer until they resembled nothing more than large rocks. True, the Seyffertians had developed their camouflage in response to the large beasts who preyed upon them, but there were no dominant predators upon this planet, why should the humans feel the need to cover themselves with such a flimsy material? His many arms began tearing at the fabric, wondering about the significance of the human's garb. "Stop! Let-let go!," Renee begged, still trying to tug at the tightening grip the thing had on her leg, only to find more of the darkly colored limbs taking hold of her wrists. She screamed out once again, twisting against its hold, but it only seemed to make the creature before her tighten its hold. She let out another cry, but this was far more gentle a noise than the shrieks and screams that she had been giving before. It was speaking again; it took a moment for her to understand, catching the warning tone of the utterances as the alien's extra appendages continued to twine and dart about her. A simple whimper escaped her as it hoisted her up, Renee trying to see what the snaking tentacles within her line of vision were doing to her. Another thrashing came from her as more of the arms slid under her clothing, trying to get them off of her- but this only seemed to aid them in the removal of her shirt and pants. Tears were trailing her cheeks now, giving up the screaming to instead softly sob, shaking as the creature's arms held her. "What do you want from me?," She asked softly, not expecting an answer from the alien. Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke studied the human in the fading light, holding it out in front of him as his arms ripped and tore at the flimsy fabric it had covered itself in, finally managing to remove most of the covering. The manner in which the female thrashed and cried, Boxlike had at first thought that the covering was perhaps part of the human, but as its protests died down he could see that it merely fabric, an interesting mixture of plant fiber and synthetic materials. Perhaps these humans are more intelligent than I had first surmised, Boxlike admitted to himself as he let the majority of her clothing fall to the muddy ground. He was curious as to why the female seemed to have a second layer of clothing beneath the first, this second layer seeming to be much thinner and covering much less of its body. Despite the thinness of the material, it seemed to cling to her pale body with a tenacity that his many arms had trouble overcoming. “What do you want from me?,” The female asked softly, it's breathing now coming in an irregular rhythm, something the memories he had gleaned from the other human referred to as sobs, something this species did either from fear or sadness. Perhaps it is sad because I have removed its outer layers, Boxlike wondered as his arms continued their exploration of the female's second layer of clothing, several slidings over the soft fabric between her legs while another two explored the garment around her chest, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh beneath the fabric experimentally. What did he want from it? Boxlike repeated the question several times, his mind turning the inquiry over and over in his head as his arms continued to explore her body. How could he let this human with its fragile mind and primitive communication abilities know exactly what he wanted? Of course the easiest answer would be a mind touch, although the male human had not fared well under that strain. Perhaps the female of the species was stronger? Boxlike wondered as one arm idly caressed the female's head, brushing the dark hair away from the human's face. Renee whimpered as the arms passed over her body, her eyes closing as one moved against her face. The creature had stripped off her clothing, leaving her to shiver in just her undergarments as it held her up, as though it were inspecting her. A few of the arms seemed to be fascinated by the remaining fabric, sliding against it and the rather sensitive areas hidden beneath. She yelped as the one crept against her panties, attempting to shove her thighs together to keep it away. She may not have known exactly what it wanted, but she was getting a pretty good idea on it- and she wasn't exactly willing to just let it have it. Her eyes opened again to see the man in the pond once more, still bobbing away in the water. The alien holding her truly had killed him, hadn't it? She paled at this realization, a fearful look on her face as she turned her attention to the creatures til holding her. Did it plan to do the same to her as well? Its touches, however, led her to a different belief. It wasn't wanting to kill her; at least, that didn't seem to be on its main priority list, from the way it touched and explored her nearly nude form. The man was still clothed, apparently not treated in the same way she was currently. What was it looking for? Why would it care on what she was wearing and not what he was? Not unless it was trying to-Renee gave another shriek as the idea came to mind, trying even harder now to keep the curious arm away from her panties. She didn't want that thing even attempting to get near there! Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke felt the faintest flickers of the human's mind as his arm passed over its face, small sounds escaping the female as he held her firmly in place, his many arms exploring her the soft skin of her body. This one's mind seems stronger than the male, Boxlike noted curiously, his arms sliding across the thin fabric that the female wore, perhaps if I am gentle with the mind touch it will survive. Although the state of its mind is not vital to the completion of my mission, Boxlike admitted to himself as his arms tightened their grip on the female's legs, holding them in place as she started to struggle once more, trying futilely to block his arm from exploring the silky material between her thighs.“Renin-nnneee,” Boxlike managed to say, the soft mind touch yielding up the female's name as his groping arm finally worked its way under the elastic waistband of her garment, panties Boxlike now realized they were called, his mind quickly gleaning information from the female's frightened mind. Several of his other arms focused on the garment about her chest, managing to tear and rip at the flimsy material that covered her breasts, coiling his arms around the soft mounds, exploring the rubbery tips. Boxlike felt a small surge of satisfaction, from what he could tell so far in his preliminary examination these humans were ideal hosts. This small planet could become yet another vital outpost for the Crichton! Fighting with it seemed a task that had no purpose, other than to make her feel defiant. She didn't want to have its curious arms exploring her in such a manner, though to give in and let it meander against her would probably have caused less tightening against her skin. Her chin dropped against her chest with a last pathetic whimper, closing her eyes once more as she shivered with its sliding touch between her legs. As much as she hated the idea of this thing holding her in such a manner, her body was already starting to react to the gentle caresses and pawing of the wandering tentacle. Her head raised slightly as it uttered something, something that sounded as though-It was saying her name. It knew her name! Her eyes widened as she realized this fact, staring at the black abyss that resided in its eyes. "How do you know my name?," She asked softly, only to gasp out as one of the wandering vines that extended from its body tore her bra free of her. "No, don't do that-!," she started in a panicked voice, a weak unintentional moan leaving her as the appendage continued its exploration against her breasts. Her body was shifting again, but this time not in an attempt to break free. This was more of the conflicting thoughts in her mind; part wanting freedom, to get away from these terrible groping mandibles, while another part of her wanted to feel more, actually enjoying the feeling. The thought of it made her feel ill, disgusted with herself for even having such a notion enter her head. She was being felt up by an alien! That wasn't something that should be arousing her!" S-stop it...," She whispered out, though seemed to have no real effort behind the demand this time. Her hips moved as the one appendage made its way beneath her panties, swaying one way to be clear of its strange touch, only to return to find the relief of feeling it against her aching flesh. Tears were starting to form in her eyes, developing out of the frustration she felt. She didn't know what she wanted anymore. Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke held the female, his grip loosening as he felt her resistance slowly lessening, the squirming of her body slowing as his arms continued to grope at her, exploring the soft flesh of her body as his mind gently explored her mind. These humans have such complicated lives, Boxlike noted as he lightly skimmed across her memories, the sudden bitter breakup with a boyfriend still fresh in her mind, images of pleasure found in his caress suddenly changing to the pain of their last conversation, the sudden rejection that had led her to be walking home alone. The memories of pleasure sparked an idea within Boxlike, that she might become more docile, more compliant with his requests if he could lull her into submission. Boxlike focused his mind carefully, skimming her mind for all the memories of her most recent suitor, the knowledge of what this human's touch could do, of the feelings he might elicit from her directing his arms, his touch lessening or becoming more insistent depending on what her experiences dictated to him. “S-stop it...,” the female protested, her voice barely audible as her body swayed first away from his caressing touch returning almost instantly as if wanting his exploratory touch.”Renin-nneee,” Boxlike repeated her name, trying to modulate his voice softer, trying to parrot the whispered memories of her last lover as several arms slid over her breasts, cupping the soft flesh, encircling it, caressing it as no human with only two hands ever could. He could feel the slightest echo of pleasure from her, her mind's reluctance to accept the sensations blurring her feelings as his arms moved across her stomach, wrapping around her, his many appendages caressing every inch of her skin as he pulled her closer to him. “Rebel-axxxx,” He whispered, his long sinuous tongue struggling to mimic the voice of her most recent lover as the tip of one arm slid along the length of her sex seeking the small hard protrusion, the spot her memories told him would bring her pleasure, as another arm slowly probed the bodily orifice her mind referred to as her vagina. She felt. Dizzy. It wasn't exactly a headache, but that something just wasn't setting right in her head, almost like getting off a rollercoaster finally after an extensive ride. But she wasn't getting off of anything right now-the alien still held her, still wrapped those frighteningly tight tendrils against her skin and explored her body. To hear it call her name only added to her fright, looking up at its empty gaze as she bit down on her lip. "Please-," She started, only to give a soft cry as it took a new interest in her breasts, the odd sensation of its tight grasp sending a wave of unexpected pleasure through her with its movements against her nipples. Though she was still nude, the chill in the air no longer hit her skin, the arms of the creature holding her seeming to cover the majority of her flesh. Renee panicked as she was brought closer to it, starting to struggle once more, only for the attempted soothing call to leave its mouth. She stared at those eyes a moment, unsure of what to think of its tries to calm her while it explored. Gasping out once more as a daring tentacle slipped further beneath her panties, gliding against her clit and lingering, she tried to pull away. Her body, however, was still greatly intrigued by the curious feeling its touch brought to her, rocking against the taunting tip as the second moved against her inner folds." N-no, don't go the-," She mumbled out quickly, her words jumbling together with the deep groan that followed, her body anxiously welcoming the new wandering explorer as her hips continued to move. Boxlike of the RichtofBoelcke's arms moved deeper into the human, her faint protests fading into an animalistic groan as he continued to explore the warm wet orifice of her sex. He could tell that the female was torn, her mind at war with her body as his arms gently caressed every inch of her skin, probing her body, sliding deeper into her. The more basic of her feelings, the warmth of arousal, seemed to be slowly leeching into Boxlike's mind, the gentle touch of his mind to hers deepening, becoming more intense as her body was flooded with sensations, her primitive desires overpowering his more sophisticated mind as her psyche seemed to suddenly rise to dominance. Boxlike felt the hot flush of arousal coursing through him mingled with a darker fear, a fear that seemed to almost rob him of his will, a fear that raised every primal instinct of his race. His grip tightened around the human as the fear ran through him, the rational part of his mind, his true consciousness, now subjugated by the human's fear, trying desperately to sever the psychic connection, to withdraw and shelter himself from her overwhelming emotions. Even as the fear urged him to separate himself the lingering arousal, the desire for his caresses drew him deeper into her mind. Renee's life, her entire consciousness, seemed to flash before his eyes, her body's primal reaction to his touch drawing him down into the torrent of her thoughts and memories even as his many arms probed deeper into her fragile body, his tentacles thrusting and curling deep into her, deeper than any human possibly could, actively exploring the most inner workings of her body. Furious at his loss of control, his seeming surrender to this human's most base emotions, Boxlike tried to focus, desperately seeking to regain his composure. Even as he fought against Renee's surging thoughts and feelings, Boxlike began to analysis her body, clinically studying her body's chemistry and comparing it to his own, trying to decide if the humans would be the ideal hosts for the Crichton young he had first envisioned. They... they will suffice, Boxlike decided, still struggling against her raging feelings, as long as we, as long as I, protect against their strong emotions. As long as we stay in control.

Invasion! (Closed)|rating:3.0

Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

The city was bustling at this time of the year. Not only was it a tourist attraction for a lot of out-of-towners come to visit the many historical attractions, but it also was the destination of hundreds of college students and coeds during spring break. Plenty of concerts, parties, and shopping galore were available for all the visitors. Down at the docks, though, was another side of the city that the police have tried to close down but have had no success. Along Pier 33 was the facilities of Santiago Salvage and Shipping. Owned by Manuel Santiago, his office in the top floor of a huge warehouse, he managed a large salvage business, taking in scrap metal and recycling it for new use. He also had the contract for the harbor tugs, which provided help for the numerous merchant ships that left and entered the harbor for discharge and loading of their cargo. He also owned a merchant ship of his own, the King PO, a merchant ship under Japanese flag but its captain took his orders and his salary from Santiago. Santiago sat behind his desk in his office, a large oak handcrafted desk with a high back executive chair. The office furniture, hutch, and other chairs were also handcrafted oak. His desk was neatly organized with files for the legitimate side of the business, and he caroused through each file, signing off where he needed to. His 'illegitimate' files were kept in an office hutch off to the right of his desk. It was secured using a combination typhoon lock. His tailor made black suit coat hung on the back of his chair. He was dressed otherwise in a white button down shirt, matching tie, business vest, and black pants. He ran his right hand through his medium length black hair, his brown eyes studied the file in front of him. That was the legitimate side of the business. The illegitimate side of house involved a huge gunrunning operation, where crates of weapons of various types, calibers, as well as ammunition were procured, stolen, or both, and then crated and packed for delivery to terrorist cells or whoever was able to pay the price for them. Santiago was also into human trafficking, prostitution and a protection racket where he extorted thousands of dollars from owners of small shops and warehouses around the docks and the city blocks that bordered on the waterfront. Natasha was at her desk, riffling paperwork. She looked back at her boss in his office. She'd been undercover as a secretary for a week now, and she'd yet to manage any real evidence against the dirt-bag. He was a careful man. She'd dressed for day in a pair of tight jeans and tank, enough to keep his eyes on the spots she wanted. Natasha had a hunch that he either kept the files she needed in his office, or in the locked cabinet in his personal break room, but she'd been unsuccessful in finding out so far. He didn't seem to be the type to be involved in anything major, most likely petty-crimes, or bad bookkeeping, but her boss was fixed on the idea that he was a major player in the underground. So far she wasn't impressed. Still, if she wanted to be taken seriously back at the station, she had to prove herself somehow or another. Santiago finished looking through the first stack of files. He got up from his desk and brought them out to the outer office where his secretary was sitting. He admired her tight low rider jeans and noticed they definitely hugged below her hips, and noticed her tank rode up her back as he put the files on the right edge of her desk." Here you got Natasha, I got the first stack done. You can separate what needs to be sent out and then file the copies and put the files away. The 'legitimate' files were kept in a row of file cabinets along the far wall in the outer office." Then he looked out the window on the right wall of the office that enabled him to see what was going on down on the warehouse floor. The tinted one way window extended along the whole length of the two upstairs offices. Santiago went back into his office and then came back out, wearing a white hardhat. He looked at her, "I'll be down on the floor Natasha. If there are any calls for me, you can page me on the PA system." Then, Santiago went out of the outer office and down the stairway. He walked onto the warehouse floor and went around to look at the various packing jobs that were being done. The spunky little detective waited until she was sure his footsteps had faded down the hall, biding her time with the paperwork before setting out to explore the office. Quietly she set about looking for anything unusual. She combed in the files, but found nothing interesting, or worthwhile. Frowning she turned back to the paperwork, shifting it into its proper paperwork, her eyes combing the names and addresses, Nothing. She let out a sigh, and leaned back in the chair. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Jiggling the knob she thought for a moment. Given enough time she could pick it, more than likely. However, getting that kind of privacy during work hours would prove difficult. She bit her lip thinking... If she could convince him to let her work late tonight, organizing her desk and getting the computer set up, she'd have enough time to pick the lock, slip in and out and have none the wiser. She grinned. That would show everyone at work she could take care of herself. She wasn't just a pretty face, she was a detective dammit. Santiago walked around the warehouse floor for a while. It was something he did at least once a week, depending on how much the paperwork kept him glued to the desk. He even walked outside on the pier via the large open garage door to the warehouse. He saw the loading dock was busy as a couple of trucks were parked there, and the fork lift operators were loading them with already processed orders. Furthermore, he took the clipboard from the floor manager and checked over the manifests, then signed off on them, and handed the clipboard back to the floor manager. After he walked back inside the front portion of the warehouse, Santiago moved across the length of the warehouse floor towards the rear of the building. Behind a group of specially designed and stacked crates on pallets was a small aisle that was practically undetectable to normal inspection. He walked back the aisle and behind those pallets was a typhoon lock. Santiago put in the combination and a "click" was heard. He pushed on the wall and walked into the 'hidden' part of his business. Behind that wall was a similar assembly line as out in the front of the warehouse. Only, here was the process of assembling shipments of illegal weapons for the buyers that sought them. Santiago picked up a clipboard and saw that the shipment for the Legion of Doom was being processed. He also flipped up the page and saw that there were two other orders waiting to be processed. He looked over at one of his lieutenants, "City the LOD is supposed to be picking up this shipment. Is it ready?" City Ruiz, his overseer of the back room, of Hispanic origin, about 5'6" tall, thin but muscular build, with black hair and hazel eyes, wearing a smock over his pull over golf shirt untucked over his blue jeans, and wearing workbooks suited for the warehouse, walked over to Santiago, "Si, Mr. Santiago, it will be ready." Santiago nodded, and then put down the clipboard. He glanced around the room, and then went back out the way he enters. After making sure the secret door was secure, he walked out from behind the pallets, and then towards the stairs leading upstairs to his office, nobody knowing that he had even been back there, because of everyone being so busy out front. He walked into the outer office as he took off the hard hat, and headed towards the doorway leading into this office. Natasha could hear footsteps approaching and hurriedly walked back to her desk and sat down, turning her attention back to her cover duties. She chucked inside, this job would be well over and done before anyone at the station even realized she was on vacation like she'd requested. What would her boss say to her if she could discover and bring down an entire criminal operation by herself? Promotion? A raise as well? Her head was dancing with dreams of respect and honor as she started work. Things would be different after the next few days. She was sure of it. Little did she know just how true those thoughts would be. Wolf said: Natasha could hear footsteps approaching and hurriedly walked back to her desk and sat down, turning her attention back to her cover duties. She chucked inside, this job would be well over and done before anyone at the station even realized she was on vacation like she'd requested. What would her boss say to her if she could discover and bring down an entire criminal operation by herself? Promotion? A raise as well? Her head was dancing with dreams of respect and honor as she started work. Things would be different after the next few days. She was sure of it. Little did she know just how true those thoughts would be. Click to expand... Santiago walked into his office, and put the hardhat on the top of the hutch behind his desk. He came out into the outer office with his empty coffee cup and poured some coffee and then added cream. After he stirred his coffee with a spoon, he smiled at Natasha as he went back into his office. He sipped on his coffee as he sat down, put the coffee cup on a coaster, and then took another stack of files and started to look over them. He eventually finished all the files that needed review and brought them out to Natasha to refile, or forward the paperwork that he signed. Natasha's day went smooth for the most part, almost boring. She'd always hated desk work, and began to wonder after all this work if she'd just ended up wasting her time. When it was time to close up and Santiago was getting ready she had an idea." Um, Mr. Santiago, I was wondering if I could go ahead and get a jump on tomorrow's workload. I have an appointment, and I was hoping to be able to get ahead enough to take a little extra time on my lunch get it taken care of." her heart raced as she finished, watching him carefully. Would he buy it? Santiago had locked up his desk, and the hutch that had the files for the illegitimate side of his business in them. He put on his suit coat and adjusted it, and walked out of his office. He looked at Natasha as he listened to her request, "That would be nice. The Randall Marquis Enterprises and Nakamoto Corporation files need to be ready for tomorrow as I have a meeting with their representatives, so I'll be tied up tomorrow. If you wise to do the prep work and have it on my desk when I come in, that would be great." Santiago smiled as he walked out of the outer office, "Have a nice evening Natasha, and thanks for your good work." He then walked down the stairs and disappeared out onto the main warehouse floor. He talked to the floor manager for a moment, as the second shift was coming on. Furthermore, he then walked out of the warehouse via the side door, got into his car, and left the pier. Natasha quickly got up, spilling out her purse contents, including her badge all over the desk. Finding the tools she needed she got on her knees next to the door to his office and started picking the lock. It was slow work, but eventually she heard a satisfied click, and the door swung open. Quickly she stood up and flicked on the office light. Spotting the desk and filing cabinet she briefly looked around the desk, then started picking the lock on the cabinet. She grinned when she heard the satisfying click and the drawer came open. Thumbing in the files she suddenly looked disappointed. File after file she only found business reports and stock print-outs. Was this all a waist? Letting out a sigh, she opened the last drawer, pausing for a moment. Why did this drawer look so much shorter? Shining her flashlight into the back she let out a gasp. It stopped nearly 2/3rds of the way back. With some effort she slid the drawer out completely, and removed a set of files hidden in the back. She smiled. "Bingo." The second shift continued to work on the main warehouse floor, after Santiago left. The assembly line that was working was getting the final packaging done on the shipment that went out tomorrow on a freighter headed for Singapore. The assembly workers were busy and did not notice the light to Santiago's office on that could be seen in the window at the upper level.Meanwhile, in the back end where the arms shipments and other illegitimate contraband was handled, City was going over an order for weapons and ammunition for the Legion of Doom. He made sure that the order was fully processed. He always did inventory before pronouncing it ready to be picked up. Furthermore, he looked at the clipboard and scratched his head, "Hmm mm...missing a page to the order, I wonder if the boss has it up in his office." He sat the clipboard down and went out of the back end of the warehouse, via the secret entrance, and made his way out onto the main warehouse floor. As he walked out from behind the crates and pallets hiding the secret entrance and onto the main warehouse floor, he glanced up and saw the light on in Santiago's office. He knew the boss had left as he had stopped in to talk to City before he departed. Since he had to check on where that missing page to the manifest was, he decided to head upstairs. He walked up the stairs and as he got closer to the outer office, the more suspicious he got. He opened the door to the outer office and walked inside, quietly, and saw Santiago's office door open. Furthermore, he knew his boss always locked up before he left and that he had the only other key to the door. Furthermore, he slipped over to the door, and peeked in the office. "Oh man, oh man." she whispered, checking the files in her hands. "Drugs? Guns? How much is this crooked guy got covered up down here?" she continued to pour over the documents, grinning to herself. "More than enough evidence to take him down that's for sure." as she continued to snoop, she found another separate folder, and started looking into it, letting out a gasp she took out another folder, and another. Her new 'boss' want just selling contraband. He was selling people. Slaves. City continued to watch Natasha as she took out file after file from the hidden drawer in the hutch. He knew that his boss had dealt with those files themselves, and they were not for secretaries eyes. Only he and Santiago had any access to the office and files after hours. As he continued to watch her, he glanced back for a moment and saw a lot of items from her purse laying all over her desk top. One item in particular gave off a small shiny reflection from the light. He crept over quietly to her desk and started to look over the items on her desk, the empty purse beside the shiny item. City gritted his teeth when he saw the shiny item, a badge, a COP's badge. No wonder she was so interested, she was a cop and if she got wind of that evidence to her superiors, Many Santiago would be taken off the streets for a very long time. Cito put the badge in his jacket pocket and then crept back over to the doorway into Santiago's office. His boss's name was on a label that was secured in the middle of the outside door. City crept inside the office. He kept his eyes focused on her as he moved like a cat through the office. He had been in here numerous times, so he knew all the places where noise could be made while walking. As he snuck up behind Natasha, he slipped a blackjack out of the right rear pocket of his blue jeans and under his suit jacket. He gripped the black jack by its handle in his right hand, slipped up behind her, raised it in the air about shoulder-high, and then.KLUNKKKKKKKK.bonked her across the back of her head with the blackjack. Natasha was gleeful at everything she was looking at. She never figured it would have been this easy. Hell she should have tried this a week ago. Suddenly a shiver went up her spine as her detective reflexes kicked it, she glanced at the ground, a shadow was right behind her. Before she could so much as move after that, a hard object crashed down on her head, and she fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, the file tumbling out of her hands and falling to the ground, the paperwork scattered around her crumpled frame. City smiled as he looked down at her, and put the blackjack back in his right rear jeans pocket, his unbuttoned jacket covered the rear pockets of his jeans. He leaned down and picked up the paperwork from the file that was in her hands when he knocked her out. He smiled as it happen to belong to the Legion of Doom. The missing page of the manifest was on the floor beside her left hand. He set it on the side of Santiago's desk and then cleaned up the rest of the paperwork that fell out of the file. Once he got the files back in the drawer, he shut the drawer and locked it again.Afterward, he looked down at Natasha. He had talked to her a couple of times since she had been hired, and thought she was quite hot and a good worker, but the badge he found now changed everything. He used his left boot to roll her over on her back. Furthermore, he noticed her arms moved over her head, and that caused her top to ride high up on her, fully exposing her belly and her belly button, a deep inn the size of a quarter and stretched in a vertical oval. Furthermore, he then crouched down beside her and started to search her as he checked her pockets and looked for hidden weapons or other ID. Natasha's pockets were found empty of most anything, having stored most belongings in the purse. He did however find a small thumb drive tucked into a hidden pocket, that, unknown to him, carried both files pertaining to her agency. As he continued to search her, her head rolled around to the side, mouth falling open in a soft painful moan. City had almost finished searching her when he came upon a hidden pocket in her pants. He found an object, that resembled a thumbnail drive, and held it in his right hand as he looked it over. He sat it on Santiago's desktop, along with her badge, that he had found out on her desk with the other articles in her purse. City opened a door at the back of Santiago's office, near where the hutch, and then grabbed each of her arms with his hands. He dragged her out of Santiago's office and into the back room, that his boss used to just chill out and relax. He looked down at her as he went to shut the door, and saw her pants now rode below her waist, and about seven inches of exposed belly between the bottom of her stretched belly button and the top of her trouser's waistline. Furthermore, he glances over at the table and smiled, as he had an idea. He lifted Natasha onto the table, and then started to strip her top off over her head and then off her arms, and let it drop on the floor. Furthermore, he also unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them down off her sexy legs, her aqua thong just barely covering her crotch, and her socks and shoes also came off when City took off her trousers. After a soft thud from her shoes dissipated in the room, City spread her out on the table, her arms over her head and legs towards the nearest corner of the table. He took out some lengths of rope that he knew Santiago kept in a drawer. He tied each of her wrists securely to the nearest corner of the table and did the same to her ankles. Furthermore, he then put a piece of duct tape over her mouth to keep her quiet for now. After leaving the back room, City picked up the thumb drive, her badge and the missing page of the manifest for the LOD order. He stopped out at Natasha's desk, sat those three items aside, and then started to go through the articles that were dumped out of her purse onto the desktop. The Detective's head rolled to the side, a low painful groan squeaked out from the tape covering Natasha's mouth. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the deep green pools within. Her red curls fell in-front of her face, and she instinctively tried to blow them away. A low mph came next, What's going on? She thought, and tried to sit up, her heart starting to race when she couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked around her, seeing her body clad only in her underwear, and tightly secured to what looked like a table. City returned some time later, and smiled as she had come to. The LOD shipment was loaded and long gone, and he had brought the completed manifest to include in the file in the hutch. He walked over to the table and looked down at Natasha. His left hand moved her red curls away from her face. He admired the aqua thong she was wearing, which now barely covered her crotch. About seven to eight inches separated the top of her thong from the bottom her stretched deep inn belly button." I see you have awakened, and I hope you are...uncomfortable..." City chuckled softly as his left hand moved down over her breasts and nipples. He squeezed her firm nipples softly, and then held up her badge in his right hand. "I sure hope you can explain this, which I'm sure you can but Mr. Santiago will not believe you. You have a lot of questions to answer once he gets here." He put the badge back in his jacket pocket, then his right hand took out a cheap priced Bic pen. He used the black cover on the writing part of the pen as he moved it along inside her cleavage and then started to circle her belly button in a counterclockwise motion. Then moved the covered point inside her belly button and circled counterclockwise. He smiled and then removed the pen and his left hand started to feel the inside of her thighs and moved up inside her crotch. He maneuvered the pen point cover down to the top of her thong, and moved it slightly away from her skin to take a look. Her entire body tense up at his touch, a stream of muffed emfs and umps in protest escaping her gag. Enraged by his attitude she tried to yank and pull at her restraints, only moving a hair in any direction, she arched her back up and slammed it back down angrily. Her eyes darted to the badge, and she swallowed hard, sudden chill running down her spine. Nonetheless she glared back at the man, and glanced down at the pen, moving her thong out. Just who do you think you are?she thought, enraged by his care-free attitude, and his eager hands exploring her helpless body. City smiled as he let her thong slide back against her crotch. He moved the pen back around her belly button, and then put it away. His right hand took hold of the tape gag and ripped it from her mouth. He laughed at her reaction and then caressed her hair again with his left hand, "Suppose you try your excuses on me before the boss arrives, and we can see what chances you got convincing him to let you go. He leaned down, and then his tongue licked her firm breasts and nipples as well as her cleavage. Furthermore, he enjoyed the taste of her skin as well as the sweat that had formed from her struggling. Furthermore, he paused and looked at her, "Better get used to all this attention Natasha, where you will be, a lot of hands will touch you and a lot of fingers will walk all over your sexy body." The spunky little detective swallowed hard. "W-what are you talking about, cop? Do I look like a cop to you?" she screamed. "Look I was just curious alright? I don't know who the hell you are, or you think you are, but I'll forget anything like this ever happened and just disappear you let me go a-right?" she lied. City smiled as he listened, "You know about curiosity, it killed the cat, and this case it's a Natasha," he smirked as his right hand moved over her breasts and nipples, and pinched her nipples so she could feel it, "and there still is the question about this badge in your purse as well a little thumb drive I found when I searched you." He walked around the table and admired her sexy legs spread out as well as her aqua thong barely covering her crotch. "A lot of people don't look like cops, but they are, so that' kinda lame what you said." He leaned down into her face, "I'll be back after I run the number on this badge, and then we will see if you are a cop, or just happened to pick pocket this from somebody else." He kissed her lips and then licked her nipples, biting them softly before he left the room. Natasha growled after he had left. She tried to wiggle and squirm against her bindings, moving mere centimeters, and causing the ropes to bite harder into her skin. Her stomach twisted angrily at herself for getting in this mess. What could she do now? He had to let her out eventually for something, she could strike at him then. But what was he planing in the mean time? He wouldn't be able to line up a seller for her so soon, those things take time right? She wondered. She could get out of here long before that, she was sure of it - then again she'd also been sure that this job would be easy. Some time passed and City returned to the room. He walked over to the table, and watched her struggle against her bonds. He admired her belly button stretching in all directions, and then took the edge of her badge and started to move it around her belly button, then over her firm nipples. "Guess what I found out, I ran this badge number and Ringo, it belongs to you. " He held up a printout with her picture and basic information that was included. "Won't Mr. Santiago be surprised that this cute, sexy girl he hired as his secretary turns out to be a police officer. No matter, he will deal with you." Cito leaned down and kissed her lips softly, and then put the duct tape back over her mouth. A couple of counterclockwise circles around her belly button with his right index finger, he left the room again, and waited for Mr. Santiago to show up, so he could share the information with him. The little red-head mph and mewed pitifully as he left her alone again. She flailed and pulled every centiliter she could against the table working herself into near exhaustion as a shine of sweat spread over her body. Twisting and stretching her body, she realized her ropes around her wrists could be loosed just a fraction. Her eyes wide, she stretched then relaxed her frame, carefully moving her wrists around, losing the ropes' millimeter by millimeter. After an exhausting amount of work she wiggled one of her wrists free, a large mph of relief as she twisted her body around to reach the other wrists. In a matter of moments she stood, naked in the office, rushing for the door, not even bothering to remove the tape. City was down in the back part of the warehouse. He was making sure that the men were still working on the next order of arms to be shipped out. He checked the packing that was going on, and pointed out those parcels that needed to be fixed. Furthermore, he checked his watch and knew Santiago was in a business meeting. Furthermore, he had called his cellphone and left a voice mail, but figured he was still in the meeting and could not have seen the message yet. Furthermore, he decided he better go back upstairs and check on their tied up guest. Furthermore, he walked out of the secret entrance, made sure it was secure, and then back up the stairs towards the offices, not knowing that Natasha had worked her way loose. Heart thundering in her ears Natasha quickly yanked a small rug off the floor and wrapped it around herself before opening the door to the office Not hearing anyone, she ran down the hallway before skittering to a dead stop. All this work for nothing? All this risk? She frowned, as thinking it over. She needed that evidence. Eating up precious moments debating herself, she decided she had more than enough to warrant an investigation by the entire police force without any concrete proof. Her molestation alone would be enough, and she had bigger things to worry about. Like what way lead her out of this place? City was on his way up the stairs to the office when his cellphone rang. He answered it and it was Santiago. He had a break from his meeting and had listened to City's voice mail that he had left. "Boss, sorry to bother you, we got a problem. Natasha is a cop. I found her in your office rummaging through the files, and knocked her out. I found her badge in her purse and ran it on the computer. She is definitely a cop, and I got her tied up in the conference room. The LOD picked up their shipment and the next shipment is being packed." Cito nodded a few times as he listened to Santiago."gotcha boss. I'll take care of it." He then hung up and put his cellphone back in his inside jacket pocket. He then continued up the steps and reached the door to the outer office where Natasha's desk was located. Furthermore, he put his hand on the door knob, turned it and started to open the door to go inside. Natasha ducked into an empty room when she heard City. She peeked out, waiting for him to duck inside the room, and leaned her head against the wall. She took a deep steadying breath. What now? Gulping she saw his shadow moving and tucked her body farther in the room. He would look for her no doubt. She could slip in, grab it, and slip back out before he realized she was even still in the building. It was that or risk letting him and his dirtbag boss get away with all of this. City opened the door and walked into the outer office. He looked around and saw Natasha's purse and other belongings still on the desk. He smirked, he had forgotten that they were even there as he got sidetracked with taking care of her. Furthermore, he gathered her stuff and put it back in the purse. Furthermore, he left the purse on the desk and continued into Santiago's office. Furthermore, he walked past the desk and then stopped to look out the window onto the front warehouse area. Furthermore, he shrugged his shoulders as he thought he heard something. Oh well, must have been just the natural creaks of the building. He then continued around the edge of Santiago's desk and into the conference room. As quite as a cat, Natasha slipped into the room, spying her purse. She grinned, clutching the curtains closer to her body as she tiptoed over and snatched it up. Grinning ear to ear, she let out a soft relived sigh and headed back out the door. This'll show them. No one messes with me and gets away with it!she thought. City walked into the conference room and his jaw dropped. The ropes were lying at either corner of the table, and there was no Natasha. City regained himself from the shock of not seeing her on the table. "DAMMIT HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET LOOSE?" as he pounded his right fist on the heavy oak tabletop. He did notice that her clothes were still in the room, he smiled wryly. He walked back out of the room and through Santiago's office. Once he reached the outer office, he looked over at the secretary's desk and saw the purse was gone. He gritted his teeth as he knew he had been a bit outfoxed, she had been nearby in the outer office when he went into the conference room. He hit his right fist again on the secretary's desktop and then kicked the door open, walked out on the small porch and looked out into the main warehouse area, over the rows of pallets with crates tied down on them, ready for shipment. The detectives' heart thundered in her ears as she crept along the hallways and in and out of doors, taking shelter any chance she got. It almost seemed to easy, she grinned. Of course a lowlife like that couldn't take down her. She was Natasha! She'd bring down this entire ring, and no one at the office would ever mock her abilities again, or tell her she got the job because of her looks alone. This was her time to shine. She'd selectively edit her story of course. No need for anyone to know about her... current situation. City went down the steps and stopped at the bottom. He looked around the main area of the warehouse, with its maze of pallets and neat stacked crates on them and secured with tie down straps. The pallets were formed in neat rows and grouped by shipment. It was too dark with the main overhead lights out to even attempt to find her. That would be a lucky chance and almost like a needled in a haystack. So, City walked over to the main junction box, and turned on the switches that controlled the main overhead lights. He smiled as the main warehouse area lit up as if it was daylight. He then rubbed his chin and thought to himself, "Now I have a chance of trying to find her." He started inside the maze of pallets, and moved slowly. His eyes looking in all directions as tried to locate the pesky detective. Freezing in the bright lights, like a mouse caught in the kitchen, she blinked, trying to adjust. A rush of panic hit her, and she scampered across the floor, diving for the shadows between pallets. Darting like a shadow she left from pallet to pallet, looking for any way to escape. As her pale naked body ran around her foot caught on something, sending her crashing into a stack, the empty pallets shook, before tilting over and crashing around her. City heard the crash, and smiled wryly, "Gotcha," as he started to walk towards the spot where he heard the pallets crash. He gripped a loaded tranquilizer gun in his left hand, his eyes located the empty spot where the pile had been normally stacked. As he approached he saw his prey amongst the crates that had fallen on the floor off the pallets. He pointed the gun and fired, "PFEFFER," the small sound the gun made when the trigger was pulled. He saw the dart had found its target, stuck in her right thigh, and watched as the fast acting knock out drug kicked in. He slipped the empty trans gun in his jeans belt, just to the left of the belt buckle, and then bent down, lifted her over his left shoulder, and smacked her ass playfully as he walked out of the maze of pallets towards the stairway leading back to the offices. Furthermore, he squeezed her butt cheeks as he walked upstairs and through her office and Santiago's office. Furthermore, he also felt her breasts jiggle against his back as well as her limp arms flop against his butt. Once in the conference room, he pushed a hidden button behind the hutch, and a panel opened, the entrance into Santiago's playroom, fully equipped with all the toys one could imagine as well as a St. Andrew's Cross, a cage, a table to spread eagle a person on, as well as a monitor and cameras positioned strategically around the room. He walked through the opened door of a cage and let her flop onto the floor. He then bent down and attached a leader collar around her neck with an eyelet to attach a leash. Furthermore, he left the cage, locked the door and then went back into the conference room. Furthermore, he turned on the cameras and the monitor, smiled as he watched her in the cage. A monitor had been positioned in front of the cage, and was also activated. City left the monitor on in Santiago's office and sat down as he waited for him to arrive. Slowly Natasha started siring in her cell, her bright eyes fluttering open, blinking quickly in the bright lights on her. Reaching out she felt the iron bars, pulling herself close to them. "N....no...." she whispered, unbelieving. Her eyes darted around her surroundings, but other than the light from a monitor all she could see were black shadows, and the edges of things she could only imagine. She felt something around her neck and caught movement in the corner of her eye. Whipping her head around to growl, her eyes opened wide as she realized she was looking on a large screen with herself looking back at her. She moved a hand, seeing herself wave back at her. She let out a low angry moan, griping the door to the cage and rattling it with all her strength, only succeeding in causing her her breasts to jiggle enticingly. "Ah Natasha, it is so nice to see you awake and in your new quarters," Santiago's voice came through a nearby loudspeaker. He was watching the monitor in his office as he had arrived while Natasha was still out cold. City had briefed him on everything. Santiago smiled as he watched her breasts jiggle when she had rattled the door. "Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, it is so unfortunate you have turned out to be a cop... Tsk, TSK, TSK, ... I had many good plans for you within the company, but, oh well, the plans have changed. Still, a lot of things lay ahead for you, but not what you may have been looking forward to." Santiago shut the PA system off and then panned the cameras around as he admired Natasha's assets. A low angry growl rumbled out of her lips. "Like what you see dirtbag?" she whispered. "I promise you'll find it less appealing when I get my hands on you." She released the bars of the cage, watching the camera pan around with weary eyes. Her hands flew to the collar, pulling at its locks, and finding them secure. Pushing herself into a corner of the cage she curled her body up in a ball, blocking his view of her breasts and sex as much as she could. Santiago opened the intercom, "Ah is that so, I don't like the way you are curled up. You will not do that again." He then pushed a button, and it activated an electric shock within the collar. Santiago and City watched and laughed as the electric shock device did its intended use within Natasha's neck collar. Natasha's back arched, a loud painful scream echoing around the room, as she gave the camera's tasty view of her extended body. She fell to the floor of the cage like a rag doll. She coughed and panted loudly, pushing herself painfully to her knees, spots of painful colors still dotting around her vision. "You aren't going to curl up again are you Natasha, we want a nice view of that hot body of yours," Santiago's voice cracked through the intercom speaker. He and City enjoyed the view of her body extended on the floor of the cage, zooming in on her breasts, nipples and belly button in a vertical oval. As he watched her slowly move to her knees, Santiago quipped, "Oh by the way, who else is involved with you and when do you have to report in to your superiors, or do I have a hot rogue cop as my prisoner?" "Bite me." she growled climbing to her feel, and turning her back to the camera facing her. She folded her arms stubbornly across her chest, her body still trembling slightly from the shock. "That can be arranged," Santiago smirked as he hit the button again. He watched as the electric shock device was again activated in the collar that Natasha wore. "I ask you again who else is working with you, and when do you have to report in?" Natasha stayed silent, her head down. She couldn't tell him she'd acted on her own, that she didn't have to report in because she'd turned in a two-week vacation to take up this role to try and figure out what he was up to. That she'd been too prideful to beg her boss to let her check this out because he would assign it to someone else rather than let her run the op. Santiago and City walked into the playroom. Santiago had a remote cupped in his left hand to control the electric shock device in her collar. City stayed in the background as Santiago walked up to the cage. He smiled at Natasha as he looked inside, through the bars just to the left of the cage's door. "So, we have a rogue, on her own.very nice, nobody will miss you for a while I gather." He walked around the cage to take a look at its new resident. His right index finger moved up and down her back and through her hair when he walked around behind where she was on the back side of the cage." It's time for you to come out of your cage, so I can get a closer look at you." He pulled out a leash from his right outside jacket pocket, with his right hand. He nodded to City, who walked over and unlocked the cage door. Furthermore, he stood beside the open door as Santiago walked in and approached her. Looking up, Natasha let out an angry growl, and flinched back away from him, she darted to the other side of the cage, back pressed up against he bars. Her eyes darted to the control to the shock device on her neck and she swallowed hard. "You're not putting that thing on me." she managed to growl, her eyes ablaze with anger. Santiago watched her dart to the other side of the cage. He admired the spirit of his new captive, as he watched her backed up against the corner of the cage. "Since you won't let me put your leash on voluntarily, I'll have to use the other way. His left index finger pushed the button on the remote that activated the shock device in her collar. He watched it take effect, smiling, as he then walked over to her, and attached the leash to her collar. "Now, do you come willingly, or is another shock in order," he looked at her as he tugged on the leash. Natasha let out a painful whimper and crawled alone beside him, her face blushing deep crimson at this humiliation. She heard the soft hum of gears and realized the cameras in her cage, and likely more around the place followed her movements. Why? Santiago was here, what was the point of watching her now? She took deep breaths as he leads her, trying to keep herself calm. She was Natasha. Furthermore, she would find a way out, she had to. Santiago paraded Natasha around the room as he led her by the leash attached to her collar. The cameras were rolling, as these happenings were being transmitted on Santiago's secure internet line that he used to show off the girls he had abducted, and allowed prospective buyers to see the merchandise up close. He also had a riding crop in his left hand, and smacked Natasha's ass occasionally as they paraded around the room, at that time he put the leash in his right hand. The cameras followed Santiago and Natasha as this was a pre-programmed choreographed stroll, Santiago controlled recording from the remote he had in his right hand. After the parade around the room, Santiago stopped in the center, the background contained the table as well as different "toys" hung on the wall. He looked down at Natasha, then up at the camera, "This is Natasha, my newest acquisition. Natasha, tell everyone all about your assets, breast size, and how you would love to serve them." He then tugged on the leash to let Natasha know she was to speak, and kept his finger on the remote to shock her if she refused. He then looked up at the camera, "If you're interested in having Natasha, you know how to get hold of me." He then discreetly stopped the recording, but made it look as if the cameras were still operating. "Now it is time for some private fun," he whispered, then took out a blackjack in his right hand, and bonked her across the back of her head. Slowly Natasha started to come around. "Mmph." a low gurgle came from the little detective. The first thing she noticed was pain. Her head hurt and for some reason her arms and legs did as well. Eyes finally prying themselves open, she was met with a pitch black room, caused by a bandana around her head, but judging by the chill in the air, and the sensation of ropes biting into her skin she was still completely naked. Gently she tried to wiggle and could feel her entire body sway ever so slightly. A startled mph, seeped out of the gag around her mouth. What Natasha couldn't see was the system of ropes and pulleys that suspended her above the room, allowing her body to be pulled around along a track running in the room or raised and lowered at will. The ropes bit into her skin, and after a slight wiggle inventory she pained a picture in her mind of her bindings. Her arms were drawn up behind her back, nestled in between her shoulder-blades, and tightly coiled with a soft nylon rope, heading up her arms, another coil of rope helped keep them uncomfortably close together. As she breathed in, she could feel pressure in her breasts and realized they too had been tightly wrapped above and bellow with rope, causing them to pop out nicely. As she wiggled her body, testing each limb to find the extent of her captivity, she found another coil of rope above and bellow her knee's, and around her ankles. With some effort she thought she could tell that her ankles and wrists came together in a hogtied. Even with her careful movements, her body swayed painfully in its suspension and with another whimper and a shake of the head, she finally realized that it was not a simple gag that kept her pleas silent, but a muzzle covering her entire mouth and chin, secured in the back by a relentless padlock that jingled as she moved. The to the room was opened, and a hand flicked on the light switch near the doorway on the wall. Santiago stood in the doorway as he admired Natasha's new position. He walked in and up to Natasha, with a smile on his face, "I see you have come to, and...well.are you as uncomfortable as you look?" He walked around her as he checked the ropes and the padlock that secured the muzzle she wore over her mouth and chin. Furthermore, he reached up and slapped her ass as he ended up in front of her." I have had a couple in inquiries about you since our last meeting, and a couple of buyers are interested since they saw the video of you and me." He took out a hunting knife and used the flat blade to squeeze her nipples. Then he took out a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to each of her nipples. He sat the hunting knife nearby and then picked up a cat o nine tails, and held the handle tight in his right hand. He then started to flick his wrist as he whipped her bare ass watching the tails find their mark on her butt. He moved around her and let the cat o nine tails do its work as he whipped her hard enough so she could feel it, but not to damage the goods, since he could make some money off her. Furthermore, he then used the handle as a dildo and moved it around the entrance to her love canal, and playfully thrust the end of the handle inside her. Furthermore, he smiled as City approached him and whispered in his ear. Furthermore, he then looked at her, "Business calls, I'll be right back." He then left the room with City, the light still on, and the door closed. Natasha's body slowly twirled around the room, she squirmed uselessly for a while against the strict bonds that rendered her a helpless plaything to her former target. She caught sight of herself in a mirror, strung up pathetically like a piece of meat, camerae focused on her every move as she slowly twisted around from the rope. Soon her anger and frustrations seemed to give way to an overwhelming wave of helplessness. Low sobs leaked out of the muzzle, and she could feel tears finally stinging her eyes, threatening to run down her face unchecked. She struggled to fight them back, knowing that if they started it would never stop. She shut her eyes tight, and focused on trying to control her breathing, and remain calm. It wasn't really working that well. A bit of time passed and then the door opened. Santiago came back in and smiled as he walked up to Natasha, "You have been perfect for business. I have a bidding war going on over the Internet, for you, yes you, between a gentleman in the Middle East and a Japanese customer. They saw the video feed, and were most impressed." His right hand caressed her hair as he then checked on the nipple clamps, and tightened them." Now where were we," his words faded as he again picked up the cat o' nine tails, and started to whip her again, hard enough to let her know but not to damage her since there was a bidding war going on. He then put the whip down, and lit a red candle with a match. He smiled as he saw the wax start to get ready to melt and moved it over Natasha's body. Furthermore, he watched the wax drip on her as he moved the candle evenly over her body. The red wax looked like rose petals over her as it landed on her back, and butt cheeks, as well as the bottoms of her feet, then dried and assumed its rose petal likeness. Natasha shook her head angrily when he mentioned being good for business, mouthing obscenities into her muzzle. She shook and bounced in her rope harness as he touched her, only causing herself great pain as the clamps on her sore, swollen nipples jiggled. Long, muffled squeals of pain speed out as she felt the hot wax drip down her body, and she blinked furiously as tears started to form around her eyes at this treatment. Santiago blew out the candle and set it aside on the table. He then opened a pocket knife and moved the flat part of the blade around her breasts and pressed in on her firm nipples, after he had removed the nipple clamps. His tongue licked around her breasts, and then bit her nipples enough to let her know it was done. His free hand stroked her hair out of her face. He moved the flat blade around her belly button and gently drew circles around her stretched oval with the point of the blade. His tongue then licked around and deep inside her belly button, as he enjoyed the taste of the sweat that had formed on her body. Putting the knife away, he untied the rope from around the post and let her down slowly onto the floor. He then attached the leash to her collar, and untied her wrists, kept muzzle in place. "Go to your cage, on all fours," he tapped her butt with a riding crop as he looked down at her, the leash in his left hand, the riding crop in his right hand. Natasha let out another muffled squeal, this time of relief as her sore, stiff muscles got a chance to relax, and her swollen, red nipples finally were let free. Hesitating for only a moment she started to crawl along the floor, only to fall hard on her face as she tried to use her limbs after hours of suspension. Her eyes darted for an exit, but knew that if she could barely even move, she'd have no chance at running for an exit. Raising her head, bright green eyes still wet with tears she shook her head stubbornly, not wanting to be sent into a cramped cage again after such a long time tied up. She tried to yell, scream at him, and only made herself frustrated that he'd muzzled her, silencing her threats and cries into muffled whimpers. Another long look at the riding crop, convinced her to shuffle along on her knees and hands, slowly inching towards the cage. Santiago smiled, "I figured you would see it my way," then tapped her butt again with the riding crop as he walked along towards the cage, the leash firmly held in his left hand. The cage door was already open, and the stopped just outside the open door to the cage. He unhooked the leash from her collar and then tapped her again on the butt as he admired her fully exposed butt cheeks as well as her jiggly breasts." Inside your cage," then tapped her butt again with the riding cropped. He then shut the cage door, locked it and laid the leash and riding crop on the table nearby. He then blew her a kiss, and left the playroom, shutting the door behind him. Natasha curled up in a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. When she heard the door close she allowed herself a muffled sob and a tear slid down her face. In the past two days she'd been kidnapped, tied up, humiliated, teased, made into an object of sexual desire, collared, muzzled and locked away, and it was taking a heavy toll on her heart. Tears started falling rapidly now as anger and despair rose up in her heart, fighting for control, and she wiped them away quickly, after a few moments of quite sobbing her head collapsed against the cage floor, and she allowed herself to fall into a deep, exhausted sleep. The hidden camera remained on in the room where the cage was located. The lights around the room were shut off except for a couple lights that illuminated the cage. Santiago had left for the night, and City remained to oversee the work in the 'illegitimate' side of the warehouse. He propped his feet up on the conference room table as he watched the monitor where Natasha's cage was located. He smiled as he saw her wipe around her face, he could hear the sobs through the audio from the camera. Furthermore, he admired her lying on the cage floor as she drifted off to sleep. The light illuminated her breasts and nipples, as well as her belly button stretching slight with every breath she took. Her belly moved up and down as she breathed. City then walked away from the monitor once he saw her go to sleep, as he headed down into the warehouse area to check on the shipment that was ready to go out. Natasha sleep was filled with troubled dreams her exhausted mind and body wouldn't allow her to wake up from. In some she stood naked upon a podium, while people filtered around bellow her looked up, commenting on her figure and form like she was a statue, they admired her dark green eyes and round taut ass, ample breasts and flat tummy, sometimes one would move a few fingers over her curves and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get her body to move away to even twitch in response. Another had her collared and living in a small cage, much like this one, she was let out when it was time for her to be washed and go outside to do her business, someone combed her hair out and powdered her body before letting her crawl over to a dish with her name on it. She'd bend down and lap up the water waiting for her before being called into the bedroom for an inspection. Yet still another dream she was responding to a young couple not much older than herself. She could hear her voice addressing them as Master and Mistress while they gave her a list of duties for the house, and informing her at what times she was to be expected to get ready to please them. Yet throughout all of her dreams she remained curled up in a ball on the cage floor, her legs and arms twitching sometimes to the dreams in her head, muffled moans and screams squeaking out of her muzzle. City had finished in the 'illegitimate' section of the warehouse. The arms shipment had been picked up, and in his hand he had the signed shipping manifest that showed receipt of the shipment. He also carried with the shipping manifest, and white envelope that contained one hundred 1000 dollar bills, the final payment due on receipt of the shipment. He took the manifest and envelope upstairs to Santiago's office, and put it inside the safe, for him to deal with in the morning. He then looked at the monitor and sat that Natasha was curled up in a ball in the cage. From the noise he could hear through the mics, she was asleep, and the mic picked up the muffled moans and screams from her muzzle. He admired her ass and crack as she curled up in view of the camera. He smiled and then walked out of the office and down to the room where the cage was located. Furthermore, he unlocked the door, went into the room and palmed a dart with a knockout substance in his right hand. When he reached the cage, he moved his hand slowly inside the cage bars, produced the dart in his right hand and stuck the dart into the nearest of her ass cheeks near the cage bars. While Natasha lay unconscious several of her captors staff went about preparing her for the shipment and presentation to her new owners. Her body was treated much like a rag doll, being poked and prodded, skin scrubbed clean and making sure her skin was smooth and soft. Her hair and face was curled and made up marvelously, eyebrows plucked and shaped attractively. She looked almost like a complete diff rent person than the tangled haired, sweaty, dirty woman who'd been held captive for days. Finishing with her preparations, the team injected her with another dose, before moving her over to a display post in another room. Several girls were cuffed in attractive display's showing off the best features of each new shipment, all waiting for deliveries to be arranged so they could begin their new lives. Some mewed and pleaded into their gags, looking at each other helplessly, and others simply gazed at the ground, submitting to the fate that lay ahead of them. A select few girls walked around the room, naked except for the collars around their necks. They're attending to the shipments - Santiago's personal obedient pets, who went about inspecting each girl for bruises or marks, and some still that simply toyed with the girls on display. City watched as one of the workers dragged Natasha out of the cage, and another grabbed her ankles. They carried her out of the room and down the hallway, where all the preparations were made for her to be shipped to her new owner. Santiago had phoned City, and told him that Sonny Burnett would arrive for her and that she was to be properly readied for him to take possession. He walked into the room of posts and saw Natasha cuffed to the middle post. He walked past the other girls, and ignored the sounds coming from them, their mouths gagged. Furthermore, he stooped down when he reached Natasha, stroked her hair, and then looked up when one of the workers said that Burnett had arrived. Cito met Sonny in the office where all the 'illegitimate transactions' took place. Burnett was dressed casually, in a pair of khaki dockers, and a matching suit jacket partially hid a light blue buttoned shirt. He opened a briefcase he had set on the table, and City proceeded to count the 10 packs of 1000 dollar bills that were inside. City nodded to one of the workers to bring out Natasha. The male loaded her into Burnett's silver Mercedes sedan, and then it was off across town to a hidden cove where an ocean going cabin cruiser was docked. The name ALBATROSS was painted on the bow and stern. Burnett lifted Natasha over his left shoulder and took her aboard. After a trip down a stairwell and through a large stateroom, he laid her on a bed in a cabin that connected to the master cabin, the door open. He then sat down and worked at his desk as the boat rocked gently at anchor. Slowly, hours latter the detective started siring from her drug educed slumber. With much effort she managed to push herself up off the strange bed, blinking in the low light of the cabin. W...what's going on?her drugged mind wondered, and she slowly stretched out her sore limbs, aching from the endless hours of being restrained and caged. A low, barely audible moan fell out of her dry lips, room spinning as she tried to walk, falling back to her knees on the floor., in a coughing fit. Sonny turned from working at the captain's desk in his cabin, as he heard a low moan from the adjoining cabin. He set down his pen after he finished an entry in his journal. His suit coat was hung over the back of the desk chair, his pocket t-shirt and matching dockers now visible. He got up, walked over to a small refrigerator, and took out a chilled bottle of water. He opened it, then tightened the lid as he approached the doorway which led into the adjoining cabin. He saw his guest had awakened. Furthermore, he admired her nubile body, her breasts had escaped from the skimpy bra holding them, her areolas were visible along with her firm nipples. Furthermore, he admired her fully exposed thighs as he saw her on her knees. Furthermore, he stooped down and offered her the bottled water, "I see you have finally come to, drink this slowly, it will help get you some moisture back on your lips." He held out the bottle of water, his free hand started to stroke her hair gently. Natasha grabbed the bottle from his hand greedily, gulping down the water, surprised at how thirsty she felt. Breathing heavily, she felt his hand onto of her hair and flinched back, bottle slipping through her fingers. "Don't touch me." she growled angrily, not sure why she bristled at this man. Her head was stating to clear a bit, she knew she shouldn't be here. She knew she had a job to do, but she wasn't sure what, or why she was here, or why she was dressed this way. She rubbed her painful, stiff limbs, noting the marks around her wrists and ankles, from being restrained. "Stay away from me." she spat out, glaring at him. Sonny said nothing as he heard her lash out at him via he words, "Well I see the water has restored your voice," as he watched her gulp the water down. He moved his left hand away from her when she bristled, and reached inside his shirt, part of a chain necklace was visible around his neck. He revealed what was attached to necklace, a badge. Sonny Burnett was an alias this deep cover cop had used to enable him to get inside operations such as Santiago. He watched her finish the water bottle and held out his right hand, "You want another, I'll get it for you, even help you get circulation in your limbs. I don't blame you for acting the way you do, right now," as he saw the marks on her wrists and ankles." He got up and walked out of the cabin, and returned with another bottled water and a couple of small ice packs for her wrists and limbs, "So, who are you, and how did you end up this way?"

Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]|rating:3.0

Arena Tournament, Round 74_ Zema Eloon vs. Kiranova

Arena Tournament, Round 74: FEMA Elton vs. KiranovaMap:Spoiler Hide XP Award:300 XPGP Award:300 Eczema Elton- vollmondKiranova- Scorer All Combatants, please roll initiative and declare final purchases, if any Checking in. Here's hoping I don't fall flat on my face in my first match :-)Initiative:(1d20+5)[18]No purchases but reserve the right, etc. Reporting in... Initiative(1d20-2)[4]Purchases:Grappling hook with silk knotted rope (11gp)I'm ready to go Let's get it on. Zema Elton, round 1Spoiler Hide Start in M-2 with bow in hand. Move: open door Move: move to J-7 End of turn. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: J-7 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 4 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused edit: added name/round header Kira nova 1st Turn Spoiler Hide Start at M25 with Grappling hook in hand... brought 40 bolts with me and 10 sling bullets Free: Assign FEMA as Dodge opponent for the rest of match Throw Grappling hook to L25 +20 feet. Use Rope DC 14 (using +2 circumstance bonus for silk rope) (1d20+6)[9] If successful throw, Use accelerated climb DC 0 Climb (1d20+3)[13] End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ M25 Kira nova ended @ M25/L25 (depending on rolls) HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 2Spoiler Hide Move: move from J-7 to H-11 Standard: ready action Spoiler Hide shoot Kira nova if I see her End of turn pending Los (I'll go request it)Stat block:Spoiler Hide Position: H-11 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 4 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused Kira nova 2nd Turn Spoiler Hide Again try to use grappling hook Use Rope DC 14 (1d20+6)[7] and again use accelerated climbing if successful use rope check Climb DC 0 (1d20+3)[7] End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ M25 Kira nova ended @ M25/L25 (depending on rolls) HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. FEMA Elton, round 3Spoiler Hide Move: move from H-11 to H-16 Standard: ready action Spoiler Hide shoot Kira nova if I see her Move Silently (1d20+3)[23] (includes -5 for moving) Hide (1d20+3)[14] (includes -5 for moving) Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[9] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[19] End of turn. What's the etiquette on requesting Los? Between players, or between rounds, or something more complex than that? Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: H-16 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 4 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused Pretty much just whenever one of the players thinks it's necessary. Zema:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova 3rd Turn Spoiler Hide Please work now ok? Again try to use grappling hook Use Rope DC 14 (1d20+6)[18] and again use accelerated climbing if successful use rope check Climb DC 0 (1d20-2)[13] (I was forgetting the -5 penalties, too good it didn't matter before) End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ M25 Kira nova ended @ M25/L25 (depending on rolls) HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet Refs:Spoiler Hide Spot for Kira nova:(1d20+4)[12] Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. FEMA:Spoiler Hide You see Kira nova on top of the wall in L25. My readied action is triggered:Shoot Kira nova with a Dragons breath arrowAttack(1d20+6)[12]Damage(1d6)[5]+1 Fire damage; make a DC15 reflex save or catch on fire. Miss! Your go! FEMA Elton, round 4 Refs/Spoiler Hide Move: move from H-16 to E-20 Standard: shoot Kira nova Attack [roll0] Damage [roll1] +1 Fire damage; make a DC15 reflex save or catch on fire. End of turn. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: E-20 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused hmm Refs/Spoiler Hide reroll: (1d20+6)[18] (1d6)[6] Whoops hang on Refs/Spoiler Hide short bow with dragons breath arrow is 1d4 base, not 1d6 (1d4)[4] carry on That's a miss... Kiranova 4th Turn First I retract the rope.The draw the crossbow. Leave one hand free... End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ L25 Kira nova ended @ L25 HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 5Haha, wow, allow me to take the Oblivious award. Move through C-18, breaking Spoiler Hide Double move to C-10 End of turn. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: C-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused Australia 5th Turnip you want to break Los, then:Spoiler Hide 5 footstep to L24 Reload Crossbow Ready an action Spoiler Hide Shoot FEMA upon sight End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ L25 Kira nova ended @ L24 HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet EDIT: needed to correct stats Ref AlterFormRefsSpoiler Hide Nothing to see here. Despoiler Hide Stand by KiranovaSpoiler Hide L24 is a wall. I think you meant L26, since your status block suggests as much. Please confirm. @refsSpoiler Hide nope, I meant L24, got my stat block corrected Ref AlterFormRefsSpoiler Hide 75 ft between the two at a level elevation, with 20 ft vertical distance. Estimating penalty at -10 for the sum of the two. FEMA Listen: (1d20-3)[9] KiranovaSpoiler Hide Ah, you're on top of the walls; I didn't see your actions to climb the wall and assumed you were on ground level, although starting in L25 should have tipped me off ... Can you make a note in your stat block that you aren't at elevation 0? No Los Despoiler Hide No Los. You hear movement to the SE. FEMA Elton, round 6Spoiler Hide Free: Drop my bow Move: C-10 to F-14. Move: DC 10 Climb check (-10 chimney, -5 corner) Refs: Can you take 10 in the Arena? If not, here's my roll: [roll0] My climb speed is 5 feet. Not done. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: F-14, 5 feet up Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused Climbing refs Spoiler Hide let's try that roll again, shall we? (1d20+1)[15] Ok, now I'm done. Refs, the question in my previous post would still be useful to know the answer to. FEMA:Spoiler Hide As far as I know, you are always considered to be threatened in the Arena. Also, your climb speed rounds down to the nearest 5ft. salleraSpoiler Hide got it. Thanks, on both counts. Fixed the climb speed. refs Spoiler Hide I just realized how stupid I am. I should have kept the bow and climbed into a tree - successfully hiding would let me bypass his deflect arrows feat, correct? Kira nova's turn is a go Australia Kira nova 6th Turn Spoiler Hide Total Defense Action End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ L24 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ L24 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 23 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge, +4 dodge total defense) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet EDIT: Oops, wrong character FEMA:Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Holland I am at F-14, 5 feet up, climbing chimney-style. In this particular situation, what action and what skill checks would be required for me to get back down, then start moving over the ground? Since it's under 10 feet, can I just drop for free and start moving? Or does that 5 feet come out of my speed for the turn? Do I need a Jump/Tumble check to avoid damage, or does damage not start until I'm a full 10 feet up? If the 5-foot drop does come out of my movement, does it only use 5 of my 30-foot speed, or is the math more complicated than that? Also: the trees on this map. How high do I need to climb to obtain concealment? Let's see how many questions I can put into this... If I'm hiding at D-9, and my opponent is in A-14, would he have cover (and thus +4 AC) from my ranged attack? Thanks. Ok, firstly, falling is free, at least up to a point that would kill you if you reached it, so no movement taken up, you can just let go as a free action. No damage for a fall less than 10ft. The trees are only 10ft tall, so you can only climb 5ft up anyway, and this would be enough to grant concealment. Yes, he would have cover due to the edge of the wall he'd be standing on. Yes, you can bypass Deflect Arrows by attacking from hiding. And lastly, no Los. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. FEMA Elton, round 7Spoiler Hide Ok, trying to recover from my multiple blunders Free: Drop to the ground (Lt;10 foot fall, so no damage) Move: F-14 to C-9 Move: Pick up my dropped bow Ok, done. Sorry it took so long! Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: C-9 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused edit: fixed stat block FEMA:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova 7th Turn Spoiler Hide Total Defense Action End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ L24 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ L24 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 23 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge, +4 dodge total defense) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 8Spoiler Hide Move: C-9 to F-10 Move: Sheath the bow Ref question: to climb the tree in G-9, would either the chimney or perpendicular walls DC mods apply? I'm done. Ref question above, but doesn't impede gameplay. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: F-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused Kira nova 8th Turn Spoiler Hide Double move to F26 May revise if Los End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ L24 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ F26 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 9Spoiler Hide Move: Climb the tree, drawing my bow as I go (if that's kosher - if not, I'll use my second action to draw it instead of readying) DC 0 Climb check (1d20+1)[11] (DC -10 for chimney, -5 for perpendicular) Standard: Ready action Spoiler Hide To shoot Kira nova if I see her, and she doesn't see me. (If climbing applies a negative mod, go ahead and apply it) Hide (1d20+8)[10] Move Silently (1d20+8)[18] Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[12] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[13] Ok, I'm done, but need a ref question answered before we go on (may have to revise). I'll go request Los, too. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: G-9, in the tree Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused Need clarification. Zema:Spoiler Hide First off, you need both hands free to climb, so you can neither draw the bow while climbing, nor ready an action to attack with a bow while climbing. Secondly, I don't believe you can move into the space of these trees - treat it like a wall when determining your location. And lastly, there aren't opposite walls to brace against here, so only the corner modifier applies. Please revise your actions. Revised actions:Spoiler Hide First off, you need both hands free to climb, so you can neither draw the bow while climbing, nor ready an action to attack with a bow while climbing. Thought that might be the case, thanks. Glad I asked for input. Just to be sure: Once I'm in the tree, I'm no longer actively climbing, right? So at that point I can use my 2nd move to draw the bow, then attack from concealment on some later turn (as we discussed on the 1st page)? Your "nor ready an action to attack with a bow" statement is making me doubt my understanding. Thanks! Revised actions: Move: climb the tree (the check should still pass, even without the chimney mod) Move: draw the bow Looks like we're waiting for further ref clarification. Stand by. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: F-10, in the tree Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Burning Blade maneuver unused FEMA:Spoiler Hide Hmm. I'm actually going to have to get clarification on this from someone who knows the map better. It's unclear from the description of the trees whether you can climb 'on top' of them, like a pillar, or whether one can only climb up the side. Refs Spoiler Hide Another thought. As it is probably obvious, I'm trying to successfully hide, so I can shoot Kira nova without worrying about Deflect Arrows. My bow is my only ranged weapon, and my climb skill is abysmal (meaning I can't get up there with her for melee), so this is really my only offensive option. Hide, shoot, run, repeat. On rereading the SRD stuff about cover, I see these things: 1) If any part of any square (cube in our case) comes between my cube and Kira nova's cube, we both have cover. Meaning, if one of us is up on the wall, and one of us is down on ground level, we both always have cover. 2) If you have cover, you can hide. So by RAW, does this mean I can break Los (by running behind a wall, say), then Move Silently back out into the "open" and Hide? At least as long as Kira nova is up there? FEMA:Spoiler Hide Both right and wrong. If you break Los and then move back into Los, but with cover or concealment, you can indeed hide. However, cover doesn't work quite the way you describe. Someone has cover from you if there isn't one corner of your cube that has a clear line to all of theirs. So you won't have cover from Kira nova out in the open, but she'll have cover from you. Spoiler Hide Ah, yes, I see that now. Hmm. Ok, I'll just wait for the tree clarification then. Sorry to make this such a ref-intensive match :-) Spoiler Hide Hmm, I just realized I can get the same effect by just hiding behind the wall and peaking around the corner, which would give me cover, as well. Is it legal for me to revise my action (again) since we're still on my turn? That would alleviate the need for further ref clarification High Ref PsiDog@Refs @vollmondSpoiler Hide Precedents has stated that the trees on this map are effectively slim 10ft tall polls with vegetation granting concealment covering the top 5ft of the pole. Historically, characters have entered and stood under tree squares without penalty. A character who has climbed a tree is in the tree square at +5ft elevation. On Climbing: While climbing requires two hands, clinging to a wall or tree requires only one hand. On Standing On Trees: The arena makes no provision for standing on trees, but if we treated the tree top and branches as narrow surfaces a balance check may allow a character to stand on the tree. Arenas that show small trees as only the trunk rather than the canopy suggest that trees have anything from 0.25–1 sq ft in area. A 1sq ft area corresponds to approximately a 5ft long 2.5 inch surface, which is a DC 15 balance check on the balance table. Thank you! Spoiler Hide Ok, so I've successfully climbed the tree and drawn my bow, but I don't have the ability to shoot the bow since I have to use one hand to stay in the tree. In that case I will take a free action to drop back into F-10 (no damage since I was Lt;10 feet up), and Hide there. Hide (1d20+8)[11] Ok, turn is finally done for real this time. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: F-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn Burning Blade maneuver unused Kira nova 9th Turn Spoiler Hide Double move to A21 End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ F26 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ A21 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 10Spoiler Hide Standard: Ready action Spoiler Hide To shoot Kira nova if I see her, and she doesn't see me. Hide (1d20+8)[14] Move Silently (1d20+8)[23] Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[10] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[18] Ok, I'm done. I'll go request Los. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: F-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused EDIT: fixed round header Refs:Spoiler Hide nothing special, just a wall in between them. Los:Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. FEMA:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova 10th Turn Spoiler Hide Run to A5 Always with one hand free End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ A21 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ A5 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 11Spoiler Hide Move: half-speed F-10 to D-9 Hide (1d20+8)[20] Move Silently (1d20+8)[15] Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[27] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[19] Not done, need Los. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: D-9 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused Do not open until ref question is resolved. Spoiler Hide As FEMA moves into D9, his cover is lost, and Los is established. Kira nova is standing on the wall in A5. FEMA Elton, round 11 continued Move east, breaking Spoiler Hide 2nd Move: D-9 to I-10 Ref question: Shouldn't I have gotten Los before D-9? I should have had Los (and still had cover myself) at E-9. Kira nova has cover no matter where I am (due to the ledge), so if I had Los in one, I should have it in both, no? Will revise this half of my turn if Los changes. Ok, I'm done pending a quick ref question above. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused Spoiler Hide I think you might be right. Lt;.Lt;; I'd wait for another ref to confirm it, but the way I see it, you would've spotted her right at the end of her turn. That being the case, you have the option to not move into I10, and instead change your action. I'd wait for a second opinion to confirm this though. I'm a little tired right now. High Ref PsiDog@Refs Only Spoiler Hide FEMA would have seen Kira nova before his turn started, (auto-succeed since K's not hiding and Los is possible) and Kira nova might see FEMA if the spot check is a success. I don't see a spot rolled for Kira nova, so we'll roll a reactive spot check on K's behalf. Reactive Spot - (1d20+4)[22] DC 14+3 distance = DC 17 After examining the Los situation I have found a rewind to be in order. Rewind to Round 10, still Kira nova's turn. LoS established when Nirvana enters A-9 running north. FEMA is in F-10. Kiranova's round 10 turns may be revised from that point if desired. Kira nova keeps turn as noted Thanks, PsiDogZema Elton, round 11 (again)Move east, breaking Spoiler Hide Move: Half-speed F-10 to I-10 Standard: Ready an action Spoiler Hide If I see Kira nova, but she does not see me, shoot her. Hide (1d20+8)[21] Move Silently (1d20+8)[28] Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[21] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[24] End of my turn. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused Kira nova 11th Turn Spoiler Hide Free: 5' step to B5 Free: Drop prone Hide (1d20+12)[13] Move Silently (1d20+9)[29] Spot (1d20+4)[7] Listen (1d20+9)[11] End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ A5 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ B5 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 23vs ranged (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet FEMA Elton, round 12Spoiler Hide Standard: Ready an action Spoiler Hide If I see Kira nova, but she does not see me, shoot her. Reuse previous Hide roll (21) Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[14] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[8] I'm done. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused Kira nova 12th Turn Spoiler Hide Stay here... Hide (1d20+12)[24] Spot (1d20+4)[6] Listen (1d20+9)[23] End of Turn Los?STATS Spoiler Hide Kira nova started @ B5 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ B5 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 23vs ranged (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet Requested. Refs:Spoiler Hide One is on top of the outside wall, the other is behind a wall, Los blocked by the same wall he's hiding behind... Los:FEMA:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. FEMA Elton, round 13Spoiler Hide Standard: Ready an action Spoiler Hide If I see Kira nova, but she does not see me, shoot her. Reuse previous Hide roll (21) Reactive Spot [roll0] Reactive Listen [roll1] Ok, your turn. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused @refsSpoiler Hide Oops. Rolls: Reactive Spot [roll0] Reactive Listen [roll1] Carry on. @refsSpoiler Hide Oops. Rolls: Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[11] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[15] Kira nova 13th Turn Spoiler Hide I stand up and move to D2 Spot (1d20+4)[23] Listen (1d20+9)[26] End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ B5 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ D2 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet Refs:Spoiler Hide Still a wall there... FEMA:Spoiler Hide No Los. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. FEMA Elton, round 14Spoiler Hide Same as before. Standard: Ready an action Spoiler Hide If I see Kira nova, but she does not see me, shoot her. Reuse previous Hide roll (21) Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[10] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[23] That's all for me. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 2 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused Kira nova 14th Turn Spoiler Hide Double Move to L1 Spot (1d20+4)[19] Listen (1d20+9)[29] End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ D2 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ L1 on top of wall HP 9/9 AC 19 (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 40 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet Refs:Spoiler Hide Since FEMA would have cover from Kira nova, and she doesn't beat the hide roll, FEMA is still hidden, but she sees Kira nova. Los:FEMA:Spoiler Hide You see Kira nova standing in L1, apparently not aware of you standing there, you may take your readied action now. Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. My readied action is triggered:Shoot Kira nova with a Dragons breath arrowAttack(1d20+6)[10]Damage(1d4)[3]+1 Fire damage; make a DC15 reflex save or catch on fire. Ok, so that roll sucked. Zema Elton, round 15 Refs/Spoiler Hide Move west, breaking Los Spoiler Hide Move: half-speed I-10 to H-10 to I-10 Standard: Ready an action Spoiler Hide If I see Kira nova, but she does not see me, shoot her. EDIT: not sure why I worded it like this, but the effect should be the same as if I said I would wait for Los after the move... Hide (1d20+8)[18] Move Silently (1d20+8)[19] Reactive Spot (1d20+7)[21] Reactive Listen (1d20+7)[17] End of turn. Statblock:Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left 1 dragons breath arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused I'll request Los, Thanks! You are very nice requesting Los for me! ^^ I have a ref question for whoever does the Los check:Spoiler Hide Can I use a Use rope to throw the grappling hook horizontally to the her edge of the door (the wall at the other side?) If so, what happens when I swing down? Refs:Spoiler Hide Spot for Kira nova:(1d20+4)[16] Kira nova:Spoiler Hide No Los. As for your questions, to the first I would say yes, no reason why not. The second? Fall damages as normal, presumably. FEMA:Spoiler Hide Kira nova is still in L1, of course. However, to the best of my knowledge, you don't get to know whether she spots you or not. Your choice whether you want to take the shot. Waiting on answer from FEMA. Smaller/Refs:Spoiler Hide I'll assume you're overruling Liberia (he allowed it on the previous Los), but it would be good to get an official ruling on whether I know if Kira nova can see me. My attack due to re-acquiring Los (firing the bow):Attack(1d20+6)[24](assuming you did not reacquire Los, you should be flat-footed/not able to use Deflect Arrows et al.). Damage(1d4)[4]+1 fire damage; DC15 Reflex save or catch on fire My turn is over for real now. Spoiler Hide Position: I-10 Hp: 7/7 AC: 18, Flat-Footed 13, Touch 15 (+3 armor, +5 DEX) 20 regular arrows left Bow drawn. Burning Blade maneuver unused EDIT: stat block And just for the record, FEMA's in I10. That means I have to roll a reflex save? I don't get why or what for... Here is it anyway, but please explain(1d20+7)[10]Kira nova 15th Turn Shoot FEMA with CrossbowAttack(1d20+5)[10]Damage(1d6)[5]If CRT(1d20+5)[22]Additional CRT Damage(1d6)[2]Free: 5' step to L2Free: Drop prone Move: Reload CrossbowSTATSSpoiler Hide Kira nova started @ L1 on top of wall Kira nova ended @ L1 on top of wall prone HP 5/9 AC 19 23 vs ranged (10 +4 dexes, +1 size, +3 monks, +1 dodge) Touch 19 FF 15 FEMA assigned as Dodge opponent for all match since turn 1 39 bolts left 10 bullets left No consumable used yet Apparently his arrows catch you on fire if you fail the reflex save. Don't know what the DC is.... Ah, sorry about that. I shot Kira nova with a Dragons breath arrow (from Races of the Wild, pg 164). Does one size category lower damage (hence the 1d4 instead of 1d6), but adds +1 fire damage, and, since she failed the save, she caught fire. Relevant SRD section (link):Spoiler Hide Catching On Fire Characters exposed to burning oil, bonfires, and noninstantaneous magic fires might find their clothes, hair, or equipment on fire. Spells with an instantaneous duration don’t normally set a character on fire, since the heat and flame from these come and go in a flash. Characters at risk of catching fire are allowed a DC 15 Reflex save to avoid this fate. If a character’s clothes or hair catch fire, he takes 1d6 points of damage immediately. In each subsequent round, the burning character must make another Reflex saving throw. Failure means he takes another 1d6 points of damage that round. Success means that the fire has gone out. (That is, once he succeeds on his saving throw, he’s no longer on fire.) A character on fire may automatically extinguish the flames by jumping into enough water to douse himself. If no body of water is at hand, rolling on the ground or smothering the fire with cloaks or the like permits the character another save with a +4 bonuses. Those unlucky enough to have their clothes or equipment catch fire must make DC 15 Reflex saves for each item. Flammable items that fail take the same amount of damage as the character. Assuming I'm reading that right, that means she takes another 1d6 fire damage now:(1d6)[4]("now" being when the arrow hit) Originally Posted by hustler two Apparently his arrows catch you on fire if you fail the reflex save. Don't know what the DC is.... It's DC 15. I didn't know all of this... HHH... Can I revise my turn? Or it stands as it is? Originally Posted by Scorer I didn't know all of this... HHH... Can I revise my turn? Or it stands as it is? I would be fine with you revising. Is Kira nova able to survive the initial 9 damage? (I'm not sure what happens when you're reduced to exactly 0 HP) At 0 hp, you get 1 move or 1 standard action per round, and if you take a standard, you drop to -1. Ah. Thank you. Forgot the +1 fire, I'm on 0, there's nothing I can do now... (actually there is, but that's a too low probability...) That's game, nice on hiding! I officially declare myself as surrendering :-D wood I survived my first match. After I went back and reread the text for Deflect Arrows, I thought I was done for. With just a +1 to Climb, I had no chance to climb up and enter melee with you. Very good game. Thanks! High Ref SalleraZema proves the truth of "When in doubt, set something on fire," and Kira nova presents a most reasonable response.

Arena Tournament, Round 74_ Zema Eloon vs. Kiranova|rating:3.0

Dawn of the Worlds (IC)

You are the children of Elder God, Who gave his essence to create you now you have reigned over not just your realms but the Material realm as well, and you must shape it and let history form. World Map:Spoiler Hide Gods:Spoiler Hide Crazyfailure13: Spoiler Hide Name: Caves Alignment: CN Domains: Knowledge, Darkness, Artifice, Travel, Chaos Actions: God of the Starlit Nights, His realm is sanctuary to both hidden knowledge and multitudes of Artificial life and magic. He is likely to give aid to those who seek knowledge at great costs, and give power to those who worship him. Those who consider knowledge and intelligence weak, or those who forsake him will find themselves lost on dark nights, unable to find the items they need, or even forget key information. Appearance: Caves appears as a man in his youth, and will always be reading a book, sitting in a chair, and wearing dark green robes no matter where he appears, either to a traveler in the forest or a king in his throne room. Cereal: Spoiler Hide Name: Roth (The Law bringer, The Executioner) Alignment: LN Domains: Law, Death, Fire, Fate Actions: Roth is a god of law and order (not necessarily justice), a judge and executioner, and a promoter of civilization. He demands that any oaths made be upheld, especially those made in the ways he considers holy (over fire, regarding death, etc.). He believes that he is the mightiest warrior, for every soldier follows commands, and must eventually succumb to death. Oddly enough, he has a sense of humor, although it is rather crass and dark, and he appreciates mighty displays of emotion and heroism. After all, these are the things that make life worth living. He enjoys challenging those who would seek his favor, for it is the strong who are most able to assume authority. He burns away the weakness in a petitioner's heart, arms his followers with iron to give them certainty and confidence. Appearance: Roth stands tall, a gray cloak swirling about him, burning red eyes piercing out of his (rune-covered) armor. The gender of the figure is indeterminable, but for ease we will refer to Roth as male. A mighty great sword is strapped across his back. Chains cover his forearms. This is the form he takes as the power of judgement and the inevitability of death. It is the form Roth takes most often. (I have now realized that this pretty much describes the Witch-king of Ang mar, so just imagine that.) Alternately, he is a smiling old man, whose eyes seem to bore into the soul and lay it bare. He gives comfort and wisdom, inviting the weary to sit by his fire. This is the form he takes as the light and warmth of fire. In all forms, he projects an unshakeable self-confidence, a complete certainty of purpose and the rightness of that purpose. He moves quickly, but not hurriedly. Roth is served by, and has a fondness for, canines and corvids. He is followed by two large wolves, one red and one black. A large flock of crows and ravens follows him, and will rest in trees around him. Roth may take the form of these creatures. Note: As soon as writing is invented, Roth will become a major proponent of it, and likely take on the Rune domain. Rituals: Common elements include fire, iron/steel and lead, blood. The Most Sacred Oath: A copy of the contract is signed with a drop of blood from the parties, drawn with iron. It is then burned in a steel brazier, covered in lead chains. Funerary rites: A follower of Roth will always seek to be cremated completely. The ashes will be kept in an iron, steel, or lead jar. It will be kept next to the deceased's will, something no faithful follower will die without. Cleric training: A cleric of Roth is trained to be an instrument of Roth's iron will and the holy law. From a young age, they are trained to be prodigious note-keepers, and to be fine warriors. They harden their bodies and minds, pending hours lifting iron rods, being beaten with those same rods, and memorizing tomes of law, the most important being Roth's own "Tome of Divine Law". When their training is considered complete, they are invited to journey into a room kept completely dark except for a single source of fire. There, they meditate until they either receive a revelation form Roth or come to wisdom on their own. They exit the room, and tell the senior clerics what they have learned. If found acceptable, they are branded with holy vigils, often related to the lesson they have learned. Artifacts: Oath keeper: Oaths form the basis of all law. This mighty great sword slays betrayers and oath-breakers without mercy, and is only slightly less effective against any other Roth deems an enemy. Sanctum: Views on other deities: Caves: The law cannot be applied without knowledge, and thus Caves is a valuable ally. His clever devices promote civilization. Magic follows its own strange laws, but they are laws nonetheless. Verses: An interesting fellow. He seems to strive valiantly for whatever case he believes in. Such a bright flame burns briefly though. WrathOfLife: Spoiler Hide Name:Verses Alignment: LG Domains: Magic, War, Nobility, Glory Actions: Verses is the god of valor. He believes in justice through strength of mind and body. He is a good for the unwavering good, steadfast in name and action. Those who would seek his help, need to have both a good cause and a pure heart. Thus is considered a god of hero's. Appearance: He appears as the race of those who see him, armed with a cultural weapon and wearing a flowing cloak behind him. His image is said to bring hope to the hopeless, and desire to darkness. adventurer33: Spoiler Hide Name: Caspian (Storm bringer, The Huntsman) Alignment: N Domains: Weather, Air, Plant, Animal Actions: Caspian is a god of nature and the cycle life. Every year he is born, grows old, and dies with the seasons only to be reborn. He seeks to preserve the balance and the cycle of the world. He isn’t against civilization as long as it isn’t destructive of the natural world. The patron on those who live from the land; farmers, hunters, woodsmen, shepherds etc. Sailors and fishermen often pray to him for good weather. His holy places are forest groves and mountain tops. Appearance: Caspian’s appearance changes with the season. In the spring he appears as a beardless young man with light green hair and eyes. He wears a crown of new leaves on his head and a kilt of white leather. In the summer he wears a short beard and his hair and eyes are golden. He dresses in leather armor dyed a deep green. A crown of dark summer leave is on his head, he also has a pair of new antlers still covered in velvet grown from his head In Autumn he dresses in brilliant reds, yellows, and brown. His hair is brilliant red and his eyes are brown. His antlers are no longer covered in velvet and his crown is made of autumn leaves. In winter his beard and hair are white, and his eyes are black as night. He wears a suit of armor made of iron and ice. His antlers are broken and cracked, and he is crowned in ice. Caspian carries a longbow, its appearance changes with him as the year progresses. He sometime uses the form of a magnificent stag or a hawk. Jormengand: Spoiler Hide Name: Drachma-Lortu, the dragon father, lord of balance Alignment: True Neutral Domains: Scaly kind, healing, death. Actions: Drachma-Lortu joins the other gods in the creation of the world, but keeps an eye on anyone amassing power. He will act quickly against any who go to extremes, and the more fanatical gods may find his forces arise in their way at least as often as not. Appearance: Drachma-Lortu appears as a gold dragon or half-dragon. Current Points:Spoiler Hide Crazyfailure13: 15 Cereal: 25 WrathOfLife: 2 adventurer33: 6 Jormengand: 45 * post roll count doesn't match database Roth rises from his iron throne. In this realm of his, all works as it should, as Roth has decreed it to do. He is to be the embodiment of authority, the judge of the dead and overseer of the living. With an iron will, he places himself on a landmass on the newly created Material Plane." This thing is...rather uninteresting. What sort of challenge can there be in such a place, what use can my law be? There must be more." Uroth wills into existence a dry, hot land, a place where the fires burning beneath the world can meet the fires of that...bright thing in the sky.(Creating a volcanic range surrounded by desert at 7 across, 6 down) Caves sits above the land of the Material plane in his chair, carefully observing the actions of his brothers, saving his power. Drachma-Lortu made some age semblance of sitting on his throne. He was sure that the throne was down there somewhere, under the rest of the pile of gold. Shrugging, he decided that this world clearly needed more forests, and a good island. Seeking to kill two birds in one stone, he created a tropical island between (2,4) and (3,4), complete with central volcano.(Drachma-Lortu uses 6 points on this action.) Caspian soared across the empty sky of the empty new World. He caught the updraft rising from the volcanos created by his brother Roth and circled higher and higher, enjoying the feel of the air flowing across his feathers. This is a new world, and Roth is already setting it to burn. I will have to watch him or everything will end up as barren blowing sand and scorched rock. He banked away from the new raise volcanoes and flew toward the east. There was much potential here. Here was a whole new world to shape and fill up with plants and animals of all kinds. He would need to be careful and patient. He would wait and plan; letting his power grow before he began to build. Verses watches the world with interest, but chooses to save his powers before acting rashly. Caution is the better part of valor. Caves looks down from his book surprised to see the Volcanos, and the new island"Well, Well, brothers, you do seem to like the heat, I'll have to do something about that." He waves his hand over the northwestern corner of the continent, and a chilling cool spreads through it causing snow to fall instead of rain. Climate change on (2,11) (3,11) (1,10) (2,10) (3,10) and (4,10) to a cold snowy climate.12 points spent Verses smiles as he feels his power strength. With a wave of his hand, he raises impassable mountain ranges, then with another wave creates rich grasslands, with another deep breath he sprays fog throughout the mountain range.{Assuming we start at 1,1 bottom left}(8, 4 for mountains and fog, 8, 3 for grasslands)Shape land 3 points (mountains)Shape land 3 points (grassland)Shape climate 2 points (Fog)Total points spent 8 Points remaining 4 Roth feels much of the world go cold. We must have a place where creatures can live. With a wave of his hand, (9,8) becomes a river valley, possessed of perfect climate. The sun shines golden and soft here. Drachma-lortu looked down at the snow. I was going to do something about the fire, but whatever. He decided to save his power for later. Caspian smiles at the changes in climate made by Caves. It seems my brother and I have similar ideas for the shape of this world. He folds his wings and plummets towards the earth. The giant bird of prey flares it wings at the last moment but the gods humanoid form is what alights softly in the snow. Cassian raises his hand and with a whispered word extends the band of cold further across the face of the land. Change climate (5,10) (6,10) (7,10) 6 of 8 points used Roth sits in his volcano and waits. If his siblings are determined to freeze the world, so be it. Roth would gather his power and try to work around such short-sighted actions. If Drachma-Lortu had palms, they would be colliding with his face. Irate, he decided that a desert at (9,7), (9,8) and (9,9) was necessary, costing him 9 points. Caves sits in the cold north of the Material Plane, slowly he begins to mold the surrounding land into springs of hot water across a small piece of snowy land. Making Hot Springs at (3,10)3 points spent Caspian finishes the band of cold stretching across the north of the continent, then turns and begins walking south. As he walks a forest springs up around him. Change climate (8,10) (8,11) (9,10) (10,10) shape land forest (4,9) 11 points spent Verses breathed out, expanding his fog protection. Change climate fog to 8, 2 | 7, 3 | 9, 3Total cost 6 Points remaining 3 Caves sits still for the time being, saving his power. Verses looks on the world being created and smiled. Soon this will be a living world. He saves his power. Edit: Total power pool: 17 Roth sits in quiet contemplation. Saving power. Drachma-Lortu promptly went to sleep. These problems had a habit of sorting themselves out. Caspian raise a range of mountains to the east of the forest growing up around him. Create mountains 3 points at (5,9) forest expand 3 points at (3,9) 1 point left. Caves creates a Large Lake at (5, 6) with a river running from it into (5, 5) and (5, 4)9 points spent Drachma-Lortu continues to sit on his horde, and his power. No-one's going crazy quite yet. Roth gathers unto himself enormous quantities of metal and fire. He forms these into rough shapes, but does not yet breathe life into them. First, such creatures as these must be given a place where they may proper before being tested. Spoiler Hide Next turn I'm making dwarves, but I want to get a bit more power together so that they have a place to live first. Round 5 actionsCassian extends the range of mountains he raised further south as the forest continues to expand. Mountains (5,8) forest (4,8) spent 6 points 3 left At 8, 3, Verses walked among the grasses admiring the work he had done. This would be the home to his chosen people. The noble and mighty Blood Elves. Creating Blood Elves (+1 good alignment) Cost 22 points1 point left. Spoiler Hide The Blood Elves are spawned from Verses own blood, that he dripped onto the earth. They sprung up, good and pure. Their kindness and gentle hearts separate them from the wilds of the landscape. They care for the land and nature, while protecting their own with a fury seen only in the deadly volcanoes to the north.In appearance they share a look with the typical elf, although they possess a firmness of posture and control that shows their impressive strength. They are slow to act, believing in thought before action and will often consider a deed many times before doing it. Caves sits forward in his chair, looking closely at the new life on the grassy land,"Hamm... They are without tools or cities, let alone any advanced technology, I must say brother, they don't seem worth the effort." After chuckling for a moment, Caves bends down to the land and drags a dark finger over the land connecting his river and the ocean, and under his touch the land corrodes under his touch and the skies above the land grow dark and stormy. Shape Land: Swamp (4, 4) (4, 5) (4, 6)Shape Climate: Constant Rain (4, 4) (4, 5) (4, 6) Verses smiles at Caves and replies"They are still young brother, give them time. They will learn of this world soon enough." While resting, he raises another mountain range. Shape land 9, 4, mountains. Cost: 3Remaining 4 powers Round 6, 11 power points little more to the west I think. Cassian turns the range of mountains he is raising more toward the west creating a curving wall of mountains isolating the dense forest growing around him. Mountains (4,7) (3,6)forest (3,8)9 points spent 2 remaining Drachma-Lortu waits once more for anyone to do something stupid before throwing his power around. Roth finishes his work in the volcano. After plunging the little figures into the depths of the magma repeatedly, he considers them strong enough to be his creations. He fills them with the divine fire, and brings them to life. Iron Dwarves Spoiler Hide Humanoid (Dwarf) (0) Medium (0) Reduced Speed (-1) Standard Ability (+2 Con, +2 Wis, -2 DEX) Hardy (4) Stability (1) Stone cunning (1) Dark vision (2) Stubborn (2) Spell Resistance, Lesser (2) Resistant (2) Craftsman (1) ---------------- Total: 11 (same as regular dwarves) "They must have rulers, who will keep them strong and loyal to my word." He takes a number of the figures he had set aside, better formed and a bit larger than the rest. Into these he incorporates precious metals and gemstones. As he did with the others, he fills these with divine fire, but adds a bit of his own blood, so that they MYA act in his stead." You are my chosen; rule my people as I command and as best you can." Create Avatar: The Fire heart Dynasty Ending the turn with zero points. Caves sits still thinking over the world and flipping through a few textbooks. Verses watches his people flourish and smiling on them commands them to build a wondrous city where they may grow strong, just, noble and powerful. Command Race: Build a city. Cost 8Purify +1 good CIV: Cost: 5Remaining points: 2 Caspian creates a river running from the mountains to the sea. Create river (2,7) (3,8) (4,8)9 points expended 3 remaining. Roth speaks through fire to the first monarch of the dwarves, King Duroc Fire heart." Lead my people, and seek a place where you may build a home for yourself. The ground around your birthplace is good and rich. Forge a mighty city, a fortress and home at the same time." As the dwarves set forth on their task, Roth speaks again, this time to all dwarves." Your leaders have found a suitable spot to build a home. We must exercise caution, however. As such, I command you to dig beneath the earth, carving tunnels through stone as the magma does through the sacred volcano which is your birthplace. Dig them across the land. Points Breakdown:Starting With 11Command Avatar to found a city underneath/in/around central volcano: 2Command Race to dig tunnels: 8Ending With: 1 Roth sets his mind to creating a system by which his chosen people might live. Into the walls of the sacred volcano, he inscribes his laws. Dwarves scribes hurry to record the glowing lines showing through the obsidian. As they set forth to implement the commands found therein, they discover that law functions more effectively, goods flow more efficiently, and the wheels of government turn smoothly. Uroth speaks again to the Fire heart Dynasty." You now have my laws by which you may righteously govern. To the west, you will find high mountains. Enter into these, and found a city there. Grow rich and prosperous, so that those who live to the south will see the benefits of discipline and industry." Starting Points: 12Advance Civilization: Laws (includes governance, bureaucracy, and logistics) 10Command Avatar: Found City at (5,8) 2 Drachma-Lortu does nothing. Nobody's beingtooretarded yet. Caves looks away from his books, and moves towards his Artifact Forge, hammering away at large pieces of iron and steel, forming them into various body parts and shapes, of different sizes. Then grabbing soil, rocks, and water from the Mortal Plane, he creates, human-like creatures, made of bone, muscle, skin, and organs. Combining the machine and organic pieces, Caves finishes making the beings, filling their bodies with Arcane Oil in the place of blood. He then sets the finished 37,951 creatures on the plane at (3, 10)Rust Men:Spoiler Hide These Human-like Creatures are enhanced with Magical Technology gifted to them by the God Caves, They cannot reproduce in the tradition sense however, as they do not possess anything but the looks of Male and Female creatures. However, sometimes creatures of other races wish to have the blessing of Caves as well, and the Smith Clerics of Caves can convert their bodies into one of the Rust Men, but this process is traumatic both mentally and physically, and is never done without much thought and conviction. Natural Rust Men have an anywhere from bright red to dark Brown, and always have black Hair. Artificial Rust Men’s skin tends to either darken or lighten from its origin color, but they retain any hair color they originally had, so it is easily possible to tell one from the other. Rust Men of any kind tend towards the study of the arcane as Wizards or Defending their home state as Fighters. Humanoid (Human, Half-Construct) 7 RP Medium Slow speed -1 Weakness -1 +2 STR +2 Int -4 Wis Standard Language Starting: Common, Rustic Learnable: Dwarves, Elves, Envy Dark vision 60ft. 2 RP Gatecrasher 2 RP Craftsman 1RP Arcane Focus 1RP Caspian is pleased with his work in the northwest of the continent. The forest and mountains teem with animal life and the river is filled with fish. He travels back to the majestic forest that is his own plane and compares it with the forest that he has created in the mortal plane. This corner of the world seems to be coming along nicely. He stands looking down at the mortal plane thinking what to do next when he notices the rust men. Cavosl. Brother, what is this thing you have wrought? I warn you brother, if these things that you have created disrupt the balance of the natural world I will destroy them. Cassian causes more mountains to rise from the earth and a forest to grow around the large lake in the south of the continent. Mountains in (6,8) (7,8)forest in (4,6) (5,7) (6,7)15 points expended 2 left Verses watches the creation of the Iron Dwarves carefully, seeing all that was done he approaches his fellow god Roth." Uroth. You insult me. I am the god of magic, and yet you gift your people protections against it. You are the god of law, if you encroach on my rights again, expect my rights to be enforced." Turning to Caspian he responds"They've done no harm brother, I do not think we should judge on appearance." Advance Civilization, Blood Elves, Warfare. Cost: 10Remaining points: 2 "You granted your elves much the same protection, Verses. Do not presume to abrogate the rights of others when you would claim those same rights for your own creations." "I did such, as I am the god of magic, and they are from me. Do not play the fool, it does not suit you." Focusing again on his chosen people Verses creates among them a great leader to path the way to future glories. Create Avatar: Cost 10Command Avatar: Cost 2 - Avatar to Create Order Avatar: Blood Raven, Born of the blood of Verses himself the Blood Raven is a noble Blood Elf pure of soul and sprite. He creates the order, Blood Sworn, a militaristic order of Blood Elves sworn to defend all life against evil and injustice. Caves taps his glasses, and closes his book, looking over to Verses and Roth,"Brothers, If you argue over something so meaningless, Then fights are bound to keep occurring, and if a war starts, the Rust Men will intervene in the most unpleasant of ways." Then waving his hand over the southeast causes grassland to grow quickly over the land. Grassland at (10, 4) (11, 4) (11, 5)9 spent 2 left Verses smiles at Caves"I am merely reminding my brother that he is encroaching on my domains, I would expect he'd be equally upset if I produced a lawful race of fire death. I do not plan to act on this besides make my displeasure known. I trust he will understand." Caves nods"It seems only fair that I warn you in advance that I have plans for a race resistant of magic, however if you feel that it would not be to your liking then, please, tell me now." Verses tilts his head and holds his hands out"I appreciate your warning, but it matters little now, there are more races resistant to my domain than not. An attempt to define my people as my own blessed people have been taken by a brother who has seen only power. May his hubris be his downfall." Caspian saves his power and ponders on what to do next as these brothers argue over who has the right to what. Drachma-Lortu sighs. "All right, either we can all stop arguing or I can cause an earthquake everywhere with people in it. Your choice entirely, guys." He didn't do anything yet, though... oh no... On a map of the dwarves lands, in a central room of the great city-fortress of Beltran on the holy mountain of Caloric, lines appear connecting the First City of the Dwarves to Orient, the Second Founded. Through 3-D representation, the lines make it clear to the Fire heart dynasty that they are to have the dwarves build tunnels connecting the two city-fortresses. Uroth works below the earth, to ensure the prosperity of his people. Extending below the cities and the tunnels connecting them into the unfathomable depths, Roth creates vast deposits of valuable ores and stones. Gems spill from caverns, iron and gold lay ready for the taking, and materials that the dwarves have not even yet discovered a use for lay ready. Starting Points: 11Command Avatar to Command to Race to build tunnels connecting dwarf cities at (6,8): 2Shape Land at (5,8), (6,8), and (7,7): Limitless mineral wealth below the surface Caves plants and grows large Autumn colored trees in the grassland he had just made. At (10, 4) (11, 4) (11, 5)9 points spent 3 left The third monarch of the dwarves, the newly crowned Queen Vanish, awakes from a restless sleep. She has had a vision of an army of holy warriors, crowned in fire, bearing swords and scrolls. They weave a net of iron, by which the whole of civilization is supported. She sets of immediately, and signs an act. Heralds ride forth on cave lizards, announcing the birth of new order. Despite the imagery of a burning skull on a black field, the Wardens of Roth are an organization dedicated to promoting civilization and order. They desire strength, and disdain those with weak wills. They act as both a military arm of Roth's church, and as judges, divinely appointed by the will of Roth through the Fire heart dynasty. Their wills are like tempered steel, unyielding and incorruptible, their fury like the fire beneath the earth, unstoppable and hot beyond reckoning, and their power like that of the earthquake, leveling all who would stand against them. Starting points: 4Command Avatar to Create Order: The Wardens of Roth. 2Ending with: 2 As the end of an era comes about, Verses lays his last protections on the Blood Elves.cost: 8 Create climate: 7,2;7,4;9,2;9,4 making a thick fog like surrounding areas. Cost: 2 Command Avatar, Command City, Build a great network of walls in the Blood Elf Capital, so that the people will always be protected. Caspian raises a number of small forested islands off the western coast. Shape land -6 points raise small islands (1,7) 3 or 4 3 points forest islands 3 points6 points remaining "It Seems it's time for us to really work on our creatures, brothers." Cavosl once again returns to his forge, this time he works much larger pieces of Iron, finishing the pieces he hammers it together with large iron peg and bolts.Finally, he fills it with more Arcane Oils, sending it to do his will on the Mortal Plane and guide the Rust Men. With it, he sends knowledge of the creation of Arcane Oil and the technology he uses. And finally he gives orders to his new Avatar to form a rulership of clergy within the Rust Men.7 points Create Avatar: Iron Giant, stands higher than a mortal giant at 30ft. Tall, if you've ever seen the movie The Iron Giant, you know what the Avatar looks like, if not, and you really want to know, google it.5 points Advance Race: Artifice (Magic Tech)1 point Command Avatar: Create Order: Lords of Artifice2 points left A young dwarf tunneler, named Serkan, but to be remembered through dwarves history as Serkan the Discoverer, is fulfilling the commands of the priest-kings of the Fire heart dynasty, tunneling between the two great dwarf city-fortresses. His pickaxe impacts the wall, and sparks fly. Iron. I've to dig around the vein, and note it on the map. He tries another spot on the wall, and sparks fly again. Everywhere he tries, either sparks fly, or his pickaxe only bites in a bit before being drawn back to show gleaming stones or metal. His report on what he has found is the first to reach the highest levels of the dwarves leadership. Soon, other reports start flowing in. Dwarfs beneath and between the two cities have discovered vast deposits of metals and gems, some without known names or properties. Despite the lawful inclination of the dwarves people, the rumors of wealth beyond reckoning simply lying around beneath the surface draws the less scrupulous members of the race to the tunnels. They jump claims, steal ore, and murder for the finished goods. To combat this outbreak of despicable lawlessness, Roth orders the Wardens of Roth to form an army, composed of average dwarves citizens from the city of Beltran, to police the tunnels beneath and between the cities. A healthy amount of respect and fear returns to the criminal element, and order is restored. To study these new materials, the Fire heart dynasty, divinely inspired by the will of Roth, orders a great center of learning constructed in the of Beltran. In this University of the Divine Fire, scholars gather to discuss these new materials, and many other topics that spring up among an advanced people. In time, competition for places at the university becomes fierce, as even constant building cannot keep up with the demand. Every parent dramas of their child being accepted at the University, and stringent education becomes a fact of life for citizens in Beltran. Even the lowliest beggar is a scholar in one area or another. Not content to be overshadowed by the stunning brilliance of Beltran, the citizens of Orient turn their attentions to more practical uses. Through diligent study and much trial-and-error, they become crafters of the highest caliber. Not only are their goods of exceptional quality, but they produce vast quantities. The ideas and practices of the second city permeate dwarf culture, and engineering becomes cultural interest. Point Breakdown Event (Find mineral wealth) 7Command Order to Command City to create army: 3Command Avatar to Command City (Found and build a university): 1Advance city: education 4Advance city: industry 4Advance civilization: Engineering 5Ending with 1 point Verses sweeps his hand down over the great frozen north of the lands, there he whispers to the ice, and in turn the ice whispered back giving birth to the Barbegazi. Spoiler Hide Barbegazi - 11 RP Small white ice gnomes Humanoid: gnome cost 0 Small cost 0 Normal Speed: cost 0 Greater Paragon: +4 Int, -2 STR, -2 Wis, cost: 2 Standard languages cost 0 Racial Traits: Shadow Resistance cost: 2 Spell-Like Ability, Lesser - Endure elements cost: 1 Spell-Like Ability, Lesser - Keep Watch cost: 1 Spell-Like Ability, Lesser - Identify cost: 1 Camouflage - Cold cost: 1 Skill Training - Stealth, Arcane cost: 1 Terrain Stride - Cold, cost: 1 Sprinter cost: 1 ------------------ The Barbegazi are small humanoid creatures who are interested in all they see, but full of caution and care. They are known for always keeping watching shunning it in all but the most desperate of times. They can apparently appear and disappear almost at will in the frozen north, but this is because of their exceptional adaption to the frozen conditions and not to do with their supernatural abilities. Barbegazi can easily survive in even the harshest of conditions thanks to their magical abilities, of all the races Barbegazi has a close affiliation with their powers, for without them, they would surely die. Cost: 6Seeing his people flourish he commands them to build a secret city, where they might be able to live in peace. Command Race: Build City at 3,11 - Named Frost mound. Cost: 40 points remain Caspian returns to the mortal plane and sculpts several dozen small figures out of clay from the river bank. He takes his time, carefully shaping each figure. The finished sculptures lack the ethereal beauty of the elves created by his brother Verses, but they were well-formed and had clean comely features. The tallest of the figures was only a few inches over three feet tall. Once Caspian gave them life they would be the smallest of the races created by the gods. When he was satisfied that all the sculptures were perfect Caspian took an arrow from his quiver and cut his hand with it. He marked each of the small figures with his own blood and breathed on them. The clay figures changed becoming flesh and bone and blood. They knew creatures lay sleeping on the ground around Caspian. He stood there listening to the sound of their breathing considering what he had created all through that first night. When the dawn came and the first rays of the sun broke over the wall of mountains to the east Caspian spoke. Wake children! Wake up! It is a new day, and I have much to teach you. The small creatures stirred and opened their eyes to the light of the new day and the smiling face of their antlered god. Caspian gave them food to eat and cloths to wear. He took them aside one by one and gave them each a name. When he had spoken with the last one and all of them were fed and clothed Caspian gathered them together and sat them down on the river bank. He answered their questions. He explained to them why he created them, and what he expected of them. When the night came they again slept around him on the river bank. Caspian woke them again at sunrise the next day and gave them food to eat. When they had all eaten and washed he gathered them up. Come now my children! I have many more things to teach you. Cassian led them into the forest to begin teaching them everything they would need to know to live on their own. Creation of the Piano (Halflings) 6 points 5 points remaining Spoiler Hide Humanoid cost 0rp Small size cost 0rp Normal speed cost 0rp Standard ability cost 0rp Standard language cost 0rp Fearless cost +1rp Nimble attacks cost +2rp Dark vision 60 ft cost +2rp Skill bonus Acrobatics cost +2rp Climb cost +2rp Perception cost +2rp total cost 11rp These halflings all have small horns just bellow the hair line and slightly forward of the temples. The horns are usually lest than an inch long. Caves observed the Rust Men as they put to use their new-found knowledge of his craft, using it in everything from weapons to building. But Caves saw that his people still lacked something the other races had, A home capital to call their own, even some of his brother's newest races had cities, but the Rust Men wandered with a nomadic tendency in the northern hot springs." This corner of the World is rather full isn't it brothers? Wouldn't it be a shame to leave the rest empty?" Then he steps into the dreams of the High Artificer, Telling him tales of the Eastern continent and giving him instructions to move the Rust Men there, creating a city wondrous city to make the other races stare in awe of it, as well as having them form an alliance with the Iron Dwarves. And so the next morning the High Artificer speaks of his vision from Caves, And orders the Rust Men to action. As the Rust Men pass east they visit both of the Dwarves cities as Caves bid them to, forming alliances with them as they could before heading further, And soon find themselves caught between the Autumn Forest and Desert, they begin to build their city, tirelessly working day and night, building large floating Machine buildings, they find their city in the sky. Command Race: Build City at (11, 6)Command Race: Forge Alliance With Iron Dwarves0 points left Verses smiles on his people and grants them his gifts. Advance Civilization, Barbegazi: Magic Cost 5Create Order, Barbegazi, Hidden Winds, who protect and hide the people cost 6 When the strange creatures made of iron appear at the gates of the city, the dwarves are frightened at first. Did these machine-men emerge out some unknown forge of war? Were they new emissaries of the one who gave them the Divine Fire? It was soon established though that these creatures were created from the Arcane Oil of Caves, and that they were simply the heralds of a much greater migration, passing into the east. The dwarves are amazed at the magi tech the Rust Men display, and show off the purely mechanical devices that they are most proud off. An understanding is formed between the two races, and a great wall of iron is marked to commemorate the meeting between the two races. An alliance is forged. Combining the knowledge of engineering and artifice, the Fire heart dynasty sets forth on an ambitious building program. As a first test, they construct great walls for Beltran. In the Alchemy Department of the University of the Divine Fire, a few disgruntled dwarves grumble. There knowledge is not respected as a discipline in its own right, only as what it can do enhance the mechanical marvels and create materials. Suddenly, they are struck by a vision of a great lake to the south, where thy can build a city of their own, and become respected. Recognizing this as a divine sign, they immediately set off to the south, joined by brewers, apothecaries, and many others. They come to the shore of the Southern Lake, and there found a city they name Oval. The water of the lake proves to be remarkably pure, and the materials found along the shore bountiful. The studies of the alchemists proceed along with greater speed than ever before. Accepting the alliance from the Rust Men Starting Points 11Command Avatar to Command City: 1Command Race to Found City: 4Advance City (Oval): Alchemy: 4 The Halflings learned quickly the things Caspian had to teach them; how to hunt and fish and farm. How to build houses, make cloths, tools, and ships. After a while he left them alone to make their own way. They did well and their numbers grew rapidly. Cassian gave them space to grow and make mistakes. From time to time he had to step in and correct their path, but for the most part they followed the way he taught them in the beginning. There numbers continued to grow and Caspian began to be concerned for them. He could not always be there to guide them. He saw that they needed leader that could always be with them. Cassian returned to the river bank and took more clay. He made a new figure bigger than the ones he made before. He again cut his hand and washed the clay figure in his blood. Then he built a fire and heated the clay figure in the flames, hardening the clay and making it strong. While the figure lay in the flames Caspian took the antlers from his own head and created a bow of horn and wood. When the clay was hard and strong Caspian took it from the flames and breathed life into it. The new halfling was taller and stronger than any of the others and instead of tiny horns it had a full rack of antlers just like Cassiano own. Cassian gave the halfling the bow he made. Your name is Try. He said. Come I have much to teach you. Cassian led his new child into the woods and taught him everything he would need to know to lead his people. When Try was ready Caspian led to him to his people and placed them in his care. Create avatar. Ruling line “The Stags Children” cost 7 points 1 remaining Only a -1 on strength instead of the normal -2 3 foot 7 inches in height. All members of the halfling ruling line have antlers. Drachma-Lortu still sits atop his impromptu throne, motionless... for now. Caspian does not interfere with his children as he wants to see how the leader he created for his Halflings will manage. Tyr the first son of the stag does well. He is able to persuade most of the other Halflings to accept him as their leader. He is forced to fight a few clan leaders for leadership of their clans when they refuse to accept his authority, but he is able to keep the violence from becoming a civil war. Try leads the Halflings in building a city called West Haven at the mouth of the river which they have named the Long Wash. He plants a grove dedicated to Caspian near where Caspian took the clay to create the Halflings from the river bank. Try rules the Halfling for 100 years, and then abdicates in favor of his eldest son BAEL. Try dies three years latter and is buried in Caspian’s Grove.no power points spent Verses smiles down on the world, his peoples were growing and thriving. He looked to his newest people and expanded their civilization. Command race: Barbegazi, found new city at 8,10. Cost: 4 points He then turns his attention back to his Blood Elves. Seeing their people thriving and living successfully he orders his avatar there to build great buildings, to display the strength and majesty of the Blood Elf people. Command Avatar: Command City: Build Wonder. Cost 1.5 points remaining. Caves sits, his book closed for a moment as he observes the alliance between Rust Men and Dwarves, seeing the genius non-magical technology of the Iron Dwarves mix with the Arcane Oil of the Rust Men, the results seemingly mix well and create wonders neither race can accomplish on their own. Cavosl sits back with a slight smile, though soon his smile turns to grimace and a scrunched brow.no points spent The dwarves three fortress-cities are lacking a thing important to a fortress city, namely walls. Following the leadership in Beltran, under the command of the Fire heart clan, the other cites construct massive walls. Spoiler Hide 11 points to start 1 point to Command Avatar to Command City 4 points to command city 4 points to command city All for building walls. Big walls. Impressive walls. Verses looks over his brothers with boredom, one who focuses solar on his choose people, another who creates curious creatures then leaves them to be, and two who hold their powers waiting... The world needed leadership, it needed direction. It needed, humanity. Create Race: Humans 3,8, cost: 6Create Avatar: Hero of Verses cost: 7The Hero of Verses is a title given to the most cunning and noble among the humans. He is blessed by Verses is all he does. Command Avatar: Found city at 3,8 Cost: 1Capital City, is the home of humanity, a strong thriving city where all are welcome and free. Total remaining: 1 Caves once again dips into the dreams of the High Artificer, Anchor, This time giving him orders to establish a large Trading system between the larger cities and races. He also gives him information and knowledge of Trading that the High Artificer spreads to all his people. And finally he teach the High Artificer about currency, giving him orders to establish a semi-universal currency, promising them hidden reserves of gold below their city. And so the Rust Men set to work mining underneath their feet working as tirelessly as they had when ordered by Caves the first time, And gold they did find, as Caves planted it there for them, and they dug long and deep, the gold seeming inexhaustible. After which, the High Artificer and a few of his trusted Acolytes travel to each of the dwarf cities, giving the rulers of the cities large amounts of gold coins and urges them to make use of it, as well as having their merchants only give and receive gold coins as a form of payment. Command Order (Lords of Artifice): Create Order: Trading Caravans 3 points Advance City: Trading 4 Points Command Order (Lords of Artifice): Establish semi-universal currency using gold coins 3 points Event: Discovery of Gold 7 points The rulers of the dwarf cities agree to a currency system, seeing the value of such a thing in comparison to a crude barter system, but decline to accept only gold coins. They instead accept the creation of currency system upon which standardized weight gold coins is based, allowing for the usage of alternate metals in coins, also of standardized weight, to represent different values. Spoiler Hide An inexhaustible gold supply combined with a system in which gold coins are the only accepted form of payment would lead to massive inflation, as the gold would soon be worthless. To celebrate the massive influx of new wealth brought upon by the currency system, the Fire heart dynasty orders the construction of a Great Road built from Beltran to the Rust Men's floating city. The citizens of Oval, seeing the beauty of the lake upon which they live, desire to see the greater beauty of the ocean in the distance. Far out to sea on clear nights, they can even spot another volcano, replicating the Sacred Mountain at Beltran. The construct a navy, and set forth to the island in the south. Once they land at the island, they construct a settlement, eager to see what wonders are produced by this new volcano. These dwarves find the warm climate and abundant soil of the island to their liking. Spoiler Hide Accepting the Rust Men's currency system Starting with 11 points. Command avatar to command race to build road. Command city to build army (navy) Command race to build city at (1,3) Caves begins to grow bored with the peaceful world, going to his realm, he rips of a piece of darkness from his library, throwing it down into the dark swamps he made. The darkness spreads and takes the form on Evil Humanoids, each one killing any other intelligent live it sees, Dwarves and Rust Men traveling to close to the swamps find out quickly that the creatures exist and are deadly. But Caves does not stop there, next taking a larger piece of darkness he forms a general for the creatures, the General ordering them together from senseless murder and chaos into a large city in the swamp. Create Race (?): (5, 4): 6 points Create Avatar (General): 7 points Command Avatar, Command Race: Build City (5, 4): 1 point1 point left Caspian is concerned but the rise of the new human race in the center of forest land he had come to view as his. His children were smaller and weaker than other races they would be hard-pressed to survive if it came to war. He sends a vision to the current ruler of his people and instructs them to build a fortress city at the mouth of the river. He also shows him how to build powerful bows like the one he gifted to Try their first king. When he sees the dark creatures that Caves has created he fears that a fortress and powerful bows won’t be enough to ensure the Palms survival. So he creates an ally for them. Command Race build city (2, 7) 4 points Advance civilization advanced bows and Archery 5 points Create monstrous NPC race 6 points +3 for being overpowered (subject to approval)0 power points left Verses holds his power suddenly unsure of this new race in the world. The Fire heart dynasty commands the production of weapons of war and the raising of armies. The wardens prepare to take their places at the head of this holy crusade. Spoiler Hide Command Avatar to Command city to raise army x3: 3 points. Caves sits passively as he watches the others prepare their subjects for war. Verses holds his power a smile growing ever larger on his face. IOC: computer died and had to buy a new one. I have lost the IOC thread barely found this one. Sorry for not saying anything earlier. Originally Posted by adventurer33 IOC: computer died and had to buy a new one. I have lost the IOC thread barely found this one. Sorry for not saying anything earlier. Thread.

Dawn of the Worlds (IC)|rating:3.0

The Outlaw (ThatDudeTim & HighlandAngel)

​Texas, 1875It was hot. Unbearable even. At least on the coast of Charleston there had been a breeze. There was nothing here but stagnant heat and a sun beating down on them without a cloud to be seen. Groaning, Miss Caleigh Harrison glanced out at the passing plains. They were somewhere in Texas, traveling by coach until they reached Austin, whereby catching the train, she would be going to California and marrying some man in San Francisco. A man with a lot of money that matched her father. One of the few in the south to be rich after the war that wasn't some Yankee carpetbagger. Besides herself, there was the driver Pinckney and her governess Miss Lottie Holbrooke. Caleigh thought eighteen was entirely too old to have a governess, but she needed a chaperone. Unclasping her fan, the young woman fanned herself, trying to think of something to occupy her mind besides this terrible heat. "I do not see why we did not just catch a train in Charleston to get to the continental railroad everyone keeps making a fuss over," she muttered and Lottie harrumphed." I swear child...all of your complaining. You ought to be happy you are marrying such a rich man...most folks barely get food on the table..." Caleigh looked at her then sighed. Well she knew it. During the war, her father had gone away. At the start, she had barely been three, but she remembered starving, aching for food, hiding away when Yankees came and raided their home. At eight, the war had ended and still they had grown hungry until her father had put to use a lumber business which helped people get a new home but also caused her father to gain a fortune. "I am sorry. I know I should be grateful, but this is no better than slavery...what daddy is doing. I don't even know him. And he has been married before and has three children...the oldest is fourteen. How could I possibly be stepmother to a person that age?" She asked then sighed, fanning herself again. She was considered a great beauty with raven black hair, bright green eyes, pale skin, a slender waist and a nicely rounded backside and breasts that were well sized without being overly large or small. At the moment, everything was bound down with a corset. Something she wished to be relieved of quite frankly. Suddenly, the carriage lurched to a stop, and she heard a gunshot and a loud thump. She gasped and glanced out the window to see Pinckney on the ground, blood pooling around him then she heard cat calls, hoots and yells accompanied by galloping horses. They were being robbed! Or worse. She reached for her pistol, seeing Lottie scream then faint, and she quickly moved from the carriage, holding her colt up at the approaching men. Dressed in a dainty pink and white velvet dress and wearing white gloves, she hardly looked like a girl that knew how to wield a weapon, but her father had taught her well. As they came, she shot, hitting one man in the shoulder and fired again, hitting another square in the center of his forehead. But there more men than there were rounds in her little colt, and so she turned tail and ran after firing off all of her shots, hitting a mark but not necessarily killing them. Patterson Brooks, a well-known outlaw in those lands and for all the wrong, depending on your view, reasons, and his band of unsavory characters had been trailing the small stagecoach for more than a few hours now, watching from a small elevated hill only a little ways away from the simple beaten down trail. The tall slender but strong figure sheds himself of the tattered long black duster coat which had been causing him to swelter more in the unbearable heat, leaving him standing there in a simple button up sky blue shirt, sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, accompanied by a fine velvety waistcoat black adorned in deep dark blue patterns, topped off with a shining golden pocket watch which was let to hand freely at his midsection. Patterson tosses the duster none-to-politely at a one of the men that stood, watching him, each holding a rifle, shotgun, or pistol of some kind, the young kid stumbles, unready for the hurled coat, he drops his revolver and quickly scrambles to recover that, sneers and gruff laughs sound around the crowd, Patterson chuckles, seemingly amused, “Be a Dalai, Jacks, take care of my coat.” He says in a slightly mocking tone. He stretches out a little, cracking his knuckles before pulling his simple black hat off, using it to wipe his brow of the sweat that dripped down it before placing it back down on his head, he sighs a little and looks back to the road, it is now that the wagon comes back into view from around a long sweeping corner. Patterson reaches out and behind him, snapping his fingers once, saying simply, almost casually, “Javier.” At this signal the Hispanic man tosses him the bands only scoped rifle. Patterson catches it with ease, lifting it to his shoulder, taking aim through the long crude scope, slowly trailing the wagon, keeping it centered in the optics, fingers trace almost lovingly over the simple wood before a single finger finds the brass trigger, slowly he pulls back, a loud crack rings out through the vast wilds of Texas, lead sent flying to find home in the unfortunate Mr. Pinckney causing him to fall from the wagon, rolling and flailing across the unforgiving dirt before rolling to a limp stop, in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. At this Patterson lowers the rifle, a disturbing smirk stretched across his face, the men begin their hooting and hollering, mounting their ponies, spurring into a gallop down the hill toward the carriage. Patterson follows behind, only by a tad, thinking all was safe he tossed the rifle to its owner and drew his long faithful 45. Schofield, something he had taken off an unlucky marshal he had caught with his pants down with a few working girls in some run down saloon in only god knows where, Patterson himself having forgotten the dingy town. Either way he mounted his own tall bay horse and followed amidst his men, it didn’t take them long to work their way down to the carriage, all laughing and cheering as they drew close, but this was quickly, and fully, silenced by the numerous shots fired from the surprising gunslinger. As the shots rang out the men all dropped or crouched, some falling outright, yelling and shouting now was all that could be heard, they were taken by surprise. For a few moments after the shooting there was nothing but silence, but slowly the men rose and circled the girl, one of them had stayed in the dirt, cradling a man who had his brain spilled, the man rose and drew a knife, screaming as he started to charge the girl, “You whore!! You killed my Bro-“ That’s as far as the balding brute got before a final shot echoed through the hills, “Quiet yourself, Samson.” Patterson said coolly, smoking gun in his hand, bullet hole in the dirt a less than measurable distance from the charging man’s foot. The red-faced knife wielder looked to be startled but still as enraged, “What! Patterson! She-“ He is cut off once more, “I said, quiet.” He says once more, his tone dripping with menace, a subtle threat lingered in his words. The man, still enraged, did come to his sense enough to know that what Patterson said was law, he nodded and stepped away from the woman, moving back to the ring of men. The finely dressed bandit steps forward, smirking a little at the girl, the gun is placed back in its holster, but he still grips the walnut handle, “That was ballsy, girl…” He says almost tauntingly, he held himself with a cool confidence, obviously a man used to being in control, “You even managed to tag me, lass. Few can claim such a feat… Fewer few ever lived to talk about it…” Indeed, she had landed a hit, his left shoulder was ripped, and blood trickled from it, “But… I think you’re worth too much, and too damn good lookin’ to kill… Right boys!?” He calls out, letting his band cheer and howl their approval, “Damn right!” He exclaims in agreement with the overall consensus of catcalls and excited yelling, the group seemed to either not care or not notice their wounded or possibly just not care. Patterson followed himself up saying, “And that’s why she’s mine!” The men all vocalized their disappointment, booing angrily, “The whore in the carriage, have your fun…” He points at the gun toting woman before them, “But no one touches her.” He says simply. The men grumble but nod their compliance and go to drag the poor woman from the carriage and raid it for anything valuable it may contain. Patterson walks towards the girl, a few men still remain near him, more than she could manage to fight, still cutting off any escape she could try, “So… Got yourself a name?” Caleigh swallowed. She had tripped, and they had circled her and looking at the obvious leader, she felt icy fear slide down her spine. He had saved her from being cut open she guessed but hearing Lottie scream set her teeth on edge. She didn't dare look in the direction of the coach, instead her gaze fell on him. Whoever he was, he was big and tall. She barely reached his shoulder when it came to height, and he could easily span her waist with one hand. Her hair, that had been in a neat coiffure was spiraling around her shoulders now and seeing the blood it was hard not to be sick. She hated the look of blood. She took a step back as he came toward her and remained silent. What was he going to do? Rape her? Beat her? Ransom her? The idea of flitting her name crossed her mind, but her name really didn't mean anything to this man. He probably didn't know her husband to be was the second-richest man in California or that her father was rubbing elbows with the Governor of South Carolina and the richest man in all Charleston. No. This man probably didn't have an inkling who she was so she decided to settle with her first name." Caleigh," she said simply trying not to let her nerve show. "That's all I am going to tell you," she added, taking another step backward. One more and she felt herself getting breathed on and turned to see one of his henchmen behind her. She cleared her throat and then looked back at him. "Do you get a lot of fun picking on girls and women? Bet it makes you feel like a real man to threaten and rob from innocent people...what a man you are," she taunted. Her eyes fierce and luminous. Her daddy had told her that they looked like blinking emeralds, always shining bright and showing her emotions. As he came closer, she was tempted to kick him between the legs but then decided against it. It would probably get her in more trouble than she was in at this moment." So what's your name? Probably something stupid I would wager. Some dirty scoundrel like you and your band of misguided idiots," she spat then heard a growl but decided to ignore it as she kept her gaze on the one who had 'claimed' her. Patterson watches her with sea blue eyes, eyeing her, visibly ‘undressing’ her with his eyes, “You don’t know ‘Fun’ yet, Hun.” He says with a nearly playful wink. He circles her, noticing how tense she was getting, knowing she didn’t want to show his fear, he had seen it all before, but few were ever this fine, usually he would have his fun then throw them to his ‘band of idiots’ but this one… She was too fine for such a treatment, she would be his he knew this, and no ‘ransom’ would be enough for such a prize. He chuckles a little, one hand runs along the low of her back, trailing with just his tips for only a moment then it was gone, “My, you are a fiery little flower… Aren’t ya?” He asks, already envisioning the many pleasures he would pull from her. After a few moments of his circling, he stands in front of her once more, bowing a little, tipping the simple black hat he wore, “Patterson, Patterson Brooks, leader of this fine band of idiots that you have fallen claim to!” The men, not having their fun with the woman in the coach, cheer and laugh at his words. He keeps those sharp eyes on her, “Well then… You going to come easily? Or are you going to need to be tied… All indecent and the like.” He held himself like a man of gritty refinement, surprising for his ‘occupation’ if it could be called that. Her nostrils flared, and she once again considered her options, flinching at his touch then watching as he bowed. Mocking her. She didn't dare think of being so vulnerable and tied up with this man. "Fine... I won't fight..." She said then heard Lottie scream. She closed her eyes and blocked it out then shoved the one behind her that was sniffing her hair. "Don't touch me," she glared at him, seeing him chuckle. She took the opportunity of his distraction to drive her foot between his legs, he groaned and cupped himself, and she stepped back and turned, walking past him to the horse he had gotten off of. She was terrified, but she didn't dare show such weakness now. Not when he might hold that vulnerability against her." That stupid bitch..." The man she had injured growled, but others chuckled at the fact that she had unmanned him in a sense. She got on the horse, sitting astride, knowing she would have to be clear-headed and think of a way out of this situation if she meant to survive. The leader of this gang, Brooks....he was cunning. She could tell the silver tongued devil was a smart one, and she had to somehow get past that cunning and escape. Hearing Lottie sob, she swallowed then heard gurgling and complaints." What the fuck did you do man? You fucking slit her throat. What use is a dead slut?" A male voice growled, followed by lots of arguing. She closed her eyes tightly. At least Lottie was free now... Caleigh knew her imprisonment was only beginning. Something told her that Patterson Brooks was not going to let her go the night a virgin and while the idea terrified her, she would survive. After a decently long ride they arrive at a small camp, a large ring of tents with an equally large bonfire in the center, pots pans, clothing, and other various supplies lie around, looking quite the mess. No more than thirty yards from the main camp there is another small tent with a simple campfire before it laying under a large tree, the whole camp rests next to a gentle stream, warm water rippling along by, some reeds and shrubbery border the river, but hardly anything that may be called cover. Patterson hops from his horse, offering her a hand down, “Here you are, Miss Caleigh…” He says with a nearly charming look, she may not like it, she may hate him for it, but he was handsome, attractive even, there was no denying it, and he had a certain rugged, ‘bad boy’ charm to him. He would lead her to his tent, letting his band of hooligans does as they may back at the main camp. Now on the bank of the river, or close, where his tent lies he moves her, semi-forcefully, to stand in front of him. He wastes no time, drawing iron under the falling sun, “Undress, Hun.” He says with a wink, pointing the revolver at her, not cocked back yet. Caleigh grunted as he just shoved her in front of him and then turned, watching as he drew his gun. She swallowed. "Feeling like a big strong man are you?" She taunted. Straightening, she glared at him then slowly lifted her hands. "You know...a handsome fella like you probably could get any woman he wanted. Yet you choose to point a gun at a woman and force her to take her clothes off. Do you enjoy torturing virgins?" She asked, trying to be brave, but she was losing her nerve. Her fingers shook, and she slowly unbuttoned her dress and tugged it off then let it fall revealing her corset and the shift beneath it. As well as the petticoats tied at her waist that made her skirts full. She looked down, pausing to unlace the petticoats then slowly doing so. As they fell, it left her in her thin off the shoulder shift and corset. Kneeling, she unlaced her boots and slowly took off her stockings before looking at him. "I... I would appreciate it if you let me eat before I get co poetry naked, and you force yourself on me," she said, trying hard to not make her voice shake. She closed her eyes and then fixed her corset, the crests of her breasts showing creating a nice bit of cleavage. The corset showed off her natural hourglass figure and only enhanced it. Patterson laughs a little at this, “Oh really? I could have Any woman I wanted? Well then I choose you. But I have a feeling the gun is necessary, no?” He chuckles a little more, shaking his head, “No, no… That’s fine… I wasn’t going to mount you yet, anyway. Need to take a dip and clean yourself off first, also.” He says, nodding, “But yes, you can eat. Certainly. What would you like?” He asks, he didn’t seem to be as brutish as the rest of his group, certainly a man of some intelligence. "A bit of bread is fine," she said, crossing her arms. A dip in that cool water sounded good. Riding in the sunlight had no doubt caused her face to redden, and it would peel, and she would only get more freckles on her nose. She grabbed her dress and his herself from his gaze. Mount her. He made her sound like a damn brood mare and he is a stallion. Ha! She doubted that. She knew enough about sex and had seen a few naked men in her life to doubt that. When soldiers had bathed in the river by her home as a child, they had gotten naked and went for a dip, and she had seen a few things before her mother had caught her and closed her eyes to such things. Her knowledge of sex did come from watching livestock breeding, but she knew the proper way of men and women was her laying on her back. Watching him, she swallowed hard. "And some jerky if you have it. I am not all that picky...." She mused which was true enough. She kept her dress up, not wanting to make herself any more vulnerable to him than she was. Patterson looks down, admiring her cleavage briefly before glancing back up, “You know… Eventually, we are going to do a lot more than be naked in front of one another… Perhaps you should get used to it.” He honestly seemed to be suggesting this, not just masking his demands as some perverted suggestion; he simply meant it as helpful advice. He chuckles a little, adding on as his eyes stay set on her, “You’ll be used to that and more eventually…” He gives her a quick wink, playful almost, before turning his body, but not his head, to a leather knapsack, he starts digging around before pulling out a flask, small loaf of bread, and no more than a handful of jerky. Furthermore, he Takes a bite from the jerky first before tossing her the flask, “Whiskey, I’m sure you could use it.” He takes a few more bites before offering her both the bread and small bit of beef jerky. After a few moments of eyeing her he chuckles, “So… Miss Caleigh,” It seemed that would be his pet name for her, “Tell me a bit about yourself… Your father must be quite the foolish man to let you wander through this county unprotected… Some men would have “Bad intentions” when it comes to a lass built like you.” He chuckles to himself, laying back he props himself up on his hands, one hand still held the revolver but not aimed at her, simply laying against his hand and the dirt below them. He smirked some as he eyed her, god those curves, he would have fun with her, but more than her looks it was that temperament that got him, mocking, confident, fiery, he loved it. Furthermore, he loved to break women into full compliancy, he was by no means a sadistic person, but this love came from a dark part of him, the same part that ruled him in his day to life of robbing, rape, murder, and all other unthinkable acts, but it was clear he was not pure evil. His thoughts were though. All he could think of were the various ways he would have her, but he was not going to jump the gun, simply pin her down and take her, it was a mind game to him. She sniffed the whiskey, taking a sip but not coughing like most would and then took another before closing the flask. Caleigh took the bread and jerky, making a little picnic in her lap and slowly ate. Her gaze slowly lifted to meet his. "My daddy is not foolish. And you talk about bad intentions when you are a man just like what you mentioned. And I already told you, I am not telling you anything..." She said. She heard laughs and saw her trunks being plundered through and looked away. "I will tell you that you scored quite a bit today with what was supposed to be my dowry. So much in fact that I am sure you and your men will be set for quite a time. Unless you all gamble it away or use it on more whiskey and whores." She finished her bread and jerky then wiped her shift clean. "I am going to need a horse. I am sure the one I can use is the one that no longer has an owner. Pretty sure riding in front of you, wherever you may go will make it quite difficult to rob innocent people and murder them..." She looked at him then looked away. Lottie hadn't deserved what had happened to her. She had been thirty. Still relatively young and pretty. She could have found a husband. But now....now her body was by a carriage next to Pinckney, and it would be weeks before anyone knew she was missing or gone. Which made it almost perfect for the sorry bastard who would be raping her no doubt. As handsome as he was, she could see that he meant to have his fun with her. Regardless of her thoughts on the matter. And she was going to fight him. Hopefully put it off...at least for a little while. Her stomach churned and she shivered. Patterson laughs a little, “Oh? Well. I could have pinned you down and had my way with you before slitting your throat like they did your friend, oh, and that was not by my command mind you… I did not wish the woman to die… But alas, it’s too late for such worries now. She is in a better place, I presume… You however… Are stuck right here, and you can get a horse, eventually, but we aren’t moving for a good while, so it shouldn’t be an issue I think…” He nods and lifts the gun again, pointing it at her loosely, “Now…” He speaks coolly, “Pull that damned dress off, pretty little body like yours shouldn’t be tucked and hidden away.” He says, using the gun to indicate that he wanted her to pull it off and toss it a few feet away. After threatening her with the gun he looks over his shoulder, “Oh, they will. No doubt. They always do… Whisky and whores; they don’t understand… The fools…” He trails off quietly, watching his men with a disapproving shake of his head, he turns back to her, “Either way, I don’t think I’m as bloodthirsty as you picture. I try to avoid killing, when possible.” He clears his throat and continues on, “Now… I’m not going to lie to you… I’m going to take you, I’m going to have my way with you, and claim your body… This much is simple fact, but herein lies a choice… Will you be compliant? If so, things will go much better and smoother for you… Or… The less favorable choice… Fight me every step of the way and be taken by force?” He knew her answer, even if she agreed to be compliant and become his willing toy, she would not. She was a fighter, he saw it and loved it, not just for the thrill of taking a fiery little devil, but also part of him admired it, most women had been reduced to sobbing messes by now, crying, begging, she was taking it well, with dignity. She would not break easily, if at all, which was fine by him. Furthermore, she slowly moved the dress away, dropping it beside her. Once more revealing her corset and shift. "You mean, allow myself to get raped? I think not..." She huffed. "Still afraid of me. Why else would you point a gun?" She mocked. She imagined she should be sobbing but living the younger years of her life through war had toughened her up and she was not about to be reduced to a crying sobbing mess. No doubt she did wish to, but she wouldn't. At least not in front of him. She would certainly not beg him either. Her hope was that she could just fight and when that didn't work, lay there like a cold fish. She knew that it didn't matter. If and when she escaped, going to California would only send her back to Charleston. She would no longer be a virgin. Even if she was raped, she would be a whore and a slut to the eyes of society. Stepping toward him, she held herself up. "You're doing this is only going to make me kill you more than I want to right now. You better not ever let me near a gun or a knife because I will do more than give you a bullet through the shoulder," she promised. Patterson grins at her, watching her undress, “Ah, yes, I figured I would get such a response from you…” He shrugs a little and even throws in a wink, “Maybe if you give yourself into it… Might find out how much you like it, wouldn’t be the first time.” He nods toward her again, “I want you bare.” He says simply, using the gun to indicate the removal of more garments, “Do it.” He states simply. At her taunts he simply laughs lightly, “Oh? Will you now? That is rich indeed! Well, Miss Caleigh, perhaps you will get the chance though I wouldn’t count to heavily on it… And I would say you scuffed my shoulder, barely, but you did do a number with that little colt of yours… I was surprised, no doubt.” He says as his eyes trail over her, taking in every curve, every inch of supple flesh he could. Part of him was glad she was going to fight, he loved that, to take her against her will, though he had not lied, in the past, on more than one occasion his victim had started to enjoy their capture a tad too much, it is then they are usually tossed to the gang. She swallowed. "No, thanks...you want me naked you are going to have to do it yourself. Or you can shoot me. What fun would that prove?" She asked then shrugged, brushing her hair back from her face as she came closer to him. She eyed the gun speculatively then she decided to take her chances. Furthermore, she still had her shoes on, and before he could make a grab at her, she kicked his hand, nearly dislodging the gun and then went to make a grab for it. The hammer want pulled back so she had no qualms getting there and fighting him. She tried to wrestle it from him, but he was easily twice her size and dint have a corset on to restrict his movement and breathing. She twisted the gun, grunting from the efforts, somehow managing to fall in his lap during the struggle. Furthermore, she panted and fought, determined to get the gun and then make a run for it. Somehow, someway, she meant to accomplish the feat. Patterson chuckled a little, tipping the hat back on his head a little, “Oh, Hun, not as much of a question as you though… Now ta-“ He is cut off as she kicks him, he growls and cusses but fights back, grappling with her, strong hands grip tightly on her simply trying to get a hold on her struggling self. When she fell into his lap he tried to roll her over, placing her on her front with him up and behind her. He tosses the gun away as he goes to pin her down; large hands tightly grip her wrists and yank them back behind her, holding them there. If all went well for him, he would be position above her, hands pinned behind her back, holding her unable to move only to flail and struggle a bit. He chuckles a little and tosses the gun away, securing both her hands with one strong grip. His other hand reaches down and draws a large buck knife, “Do it myself you say?” He says, chuckling a little before he starts to run the blade up her back, cutting off her garments carelessly, ripping and tugging at them as he cuts to pull them off of her, fighting to keep her securely trapped beneath him, unable to use her hands. “I think we’re going to have some fun… I think you’re going to like it a bit rough the way you’re fightin’ about…” In truth, he had loved her fighting him back, most just lay there and sob as he takes them, really tiring after a while, having a woman with fight, spirit, and obvious strong will was a more than welcome change of pace. She struggled and fought even as he ripped away her shift and corset, leaving her bare at least behind her. Her shift hanging onto her barely. "Get off me, you are sorry bastard," she huffed and tried to move, but his weight kept her pinned. She laid down on the ground and panted, trying to move her hands. With her feet still clad in boots, she decided to try her hand at kicking him and began to kick her feet up, managing to get a few jabs. When his grip weakened, she turned over, but not without some effort and began to punch him where she could, but he was solid, and she didn't pack to hard an inch. She was aware that her breasts were now free but was far to focused on getting out from this sorry brute." Get off of me now!" She ordered, landing an open-handed slap against his cheek. Patterson was greatly enjoying the rowdy lass under him, the way she bucked and heaved, he loved it. When she broke free from him, he was about to pounce her, but the slap left him a little shocked, after a moment he stopped and began to laugh at this, “Very well! You know what, you have heart. You really do. I admire that… We will do it your way, for now… I won’t have you yet, go wash up.” He says with a chuckle, rubbing his pinned face. He goes back to recover his gun, he nods toward the water, “Now really… Strip down and wash yourself.” He says as he goes to sit down by the burnt out campfire, going to start it back up. She swallowed as he left her alone and then retrieved his gun. She grunted and then, realizing she was naked and quickly gathered her clothes, shielding herself from his gaze. Furthermore, she didn't trust him, but she did the bath. Keeping her covered front toward him, she stepped back, quickly moving into the water and hiding her body from his gaze. She had made sure to grab the soap and a bit of coarse cloth and began to wash herself. Wondering what she was to do about clothes. Her gaze went toward her captor, and then she looked away again, dipping under the water and then coming back up. She couldn't run stark naked. That would be impossible. Unfortunately. After washing, she gathered her clothes and covered herself before disappearing into the tent. She dried herself off with her clothes and then looked around, finding one of his shirts. She slipped it on then let it cover as much as it would then sit there, contemplating her fate. Should she just lay there? No...but it gave him satisfaction when she fought ad she didn't want to do that. She knew her fighting amused him which made her angry and even frustrated that he thought her so weak. She had to get a hold on a gun or on some sort of weapon. Patterson watched her bathe, chuckling to himself lightly; he was still simply contemplating the things he would do to her. He gave her a few moments once she entered the tent, but after a few moments he opened the flap and stepped inside. He removed his hat then started to work on his waistcoat. As much as he enjoyed their little game, it was time. She was his and she needed to learn it. He pulled off his waistcoat, tossing it to the side. A sly look, strangely handsome, as he approaches her, “Now… I have been better to you than most my guests… But you haven’t returned the favor… That’s going to change… I’m done playing. Get one your hands and knees, now, or I WILL take you by force.” There was a seductive menace to his voice. She frowned. "No... I am not going to get on hands and knees. I am not some brood mare and if you were any kind of man you would leave me alone. Furthermore, I have had a lot to deal with today. Furthermore, I have killed a man, been kidnapped, assaulted, lost my friends to violence and to be quite honest I am exhausted and need to rest. And what does raping do? Hmm...assert your ego? Make you feel like a man when you overpower a poor defenseless female...you are nothing more than a coward. A poor excuse for human life and I hope someone cuts your manhood off and burns it before your eyes for all the harm you have caused whatever other females unfortunate enough to cross the path of you and your heathens..." She fixed his shirt over her, then turned away, swallowing hard before looking back t him. "Let me alone..." Patterson purses his lips at this request, “Fine… Go to sleep then… But tomorrow… My mercy will be spent entirely. You will be mounted like a ‘brood mare’ tired, spent, or otherwise…” He says this as he goes to place himself in a chair some ways away, he lifts a small book and begins to read from it quietly, looking to her every few moments, simply to make sure she was just going to sleep, not trying anything. Either way, he wanted her fresh, there, awake for her first taking, he did like to pleasure a woman, and on occasion… It only started out as forced. The next morning, he would wake at an early hour, the sun still hidden by the black of night, still propped in the chair he had placed himself a few hours prior. He was sweating profusely, quaking a little, hands shaking breathing fast and heavy, he had suffered another of his trademark nightmares. Thinking her asleep he reaches for his silver flask and takes a long drink before stepping out of the tent he stands and quietly looks over the river, as well as he could in the night, as he continues to shake, trying to calm himself. She had heard him cry out and it had woken her. She had been sleeping lightly anyway, waking at any noise. Her body on high alert, as though waiting for him to strike. He did not though, and she heard him get up and go out of the tent. She didn't move for several moments but then slowly turned and sat up. She listened for him, but he did not come and she half hoped he was gone. But he wasn't. No he was right outside. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, silently praying she could make it through whatever he did to her. She knew what was in store for her enough to know it would no doubt be painful and humiliating. Caleigh closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. She wished it was already over. Wished she was dead as Lottie was just so she didn't have to endure whatever he meant to do. Slipping the covers off, she got up and stepped out of the tent. He still seemed to be shaking and moved past him, going to relieve herself in the darkness, coming back, she saw him still standing there. The light of early dawn made everything seem like it was in a blue gray hue. She said nothing. Instead, she walked past him again and went back into the tent, fixing the shirt over her body before sinking onto the pallet. Just waiting for him to come and begin his torment upon her. Patterson was indeed still shaking as she walked past, he turned some so she wouldn’t see his face, he looked almost scared, something deep and terrible lay on his heart. He took a long drink from his flask before tucking it back away. He let out a sigh, nodding once to himself before opening the flap to the tent and walking in. He offered her a nearly apologetic look as he approached, she more than likely wouldn’t see it now, but it was clear he was not entirely a monster in his expression. A part of him hated what he was doing, what he was going to do, but still he walked to her, saying quiet and nearly monotone, much different from his cocky, almost arrogant tone he usually sported, “Okay… Roll over.” He, assuming she didn’t respond, did this for her. Rolling her onto her belly before he crawled on top of her, he kept a strong leg on either side of her, resting on his knees. He said nothing, not seeming to really be enjoying himself, as he undid the front of his pants, letting his more than generous member pour out. He shifted a little, pulling her bare bottom up, so her ass was sticking into the air for him. Furthermore, he held her hips and slowly moved the head of his cock to her entrance; he gave just the head to her, letting her virgin lips engulf that before doing anymore. His breathing sped up but still he was not too vocal, not at all himself as he took her. She closed her eyes as he moved her, but she didn't fight him. Nor did she sob, she just closed her eyes, letting out a soft whimper, unable to help it. It hurt. She clutched the pallet, gritting her teeth as he pressed forward. It burned, and she felt her body being forced to stretch and take what he gave. Then he breached her maiden head but didn't break through it. She whimpered again and clutched the pallet. She couldn't stop him. He was going to take what he wanted so she grits her teeth. When he broke through her, she cried out, tears pricking her eyes, but then she remained silent, wincing as he slid all the way in, her virgin blood making it easier for him, but it still hurt. As though a large hot knife was stabbing deep into her nether region. She blew out a deep breath then closed her eyes, thinking of other things. Zoning out so she wasn't aware of anything except what she was thinking. Trying to remain as out of it as possible. Patterson pushes into her fully now, his hips rest against her bottom. He does move slow, giving her time to adjust, one slight form of consideration, he rocks against her a little before drawing himself a little from her sheath, after a few moments he slowly pushed back in. He repeated this process for a good while, moving with slow care, he really didn’t seem to be interested in hurting her, he still was not vocal, only a soft groan came from him once or twice, but nothing more, he was not the same cocky bastard as before. As time went on his pace sped up, his hips started to slap against her bare bottom with a soft noise, his hanging sack following suit as they smacked against her as well. His hands stayed on her sides, holding her still as he had his way with her. He himself was not entirely there, almost as though he too was blocking out what was going on, sure it felt good, but deep down, a hidden away and neglected part of him knew how sick it was, how evil, and this part hated himself. So he locked himself in thought as he con She had managed to block out what was happening till he started moving with such force that it was difficult not to feel. She grunted and felt herself grow angry. "Stop it!" She exclaimed but he seemed to far gone. She grunted, the force of his thrust driving her to the ground. Furthermore, she groaned and twisted, trying to move away, but it was useless and she winced. "Stop!" She ordered again, closing her eyes as he continued to violet her. Blood dripped down her thighs and each thrust made her grunt and her breasts heaved until she was pressed firmly to the ground. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them back and squirmed, struggling to get away. Patterson didn't listen, he simply grabbed her hands and pinned them at her side, his hips started to buck and grind faster, hips slapping roughly against her bottom now. He started to grunt and growl as he took her, still he didn't say anything, or seem himself, but still he took her. He kept her pinned even as she tried to get away, not letting her from his grasp. He didn't let up, minutes went by as he took her rough, but not too rough, after a while he started to thrust into her deeper, before he let out a loud growl, slapping his hips against hers once more, burring himself to his hilt as he spills his seed within her, filling her depths. He pants a little after cumming, hard, but even this didn't bring him back to his normal state. Furthermore, he drew his member from her, dripping with her blood and his own liquid. Furthermore, he looks down at her bottom, for only a moment before he lifts from her, letting her scurry away. Furthermore, he simply looked at her for a few moments, somewhat blankly, but beneath that blankness there was a deep regret, she may not care, but she couldn't ignore it. Part of him felt horrible, it was clear. Either way he stood and did his pants back before wordlessly turning to leave the tent. He stands outside for a while, taking an occasional drink from the whiskey flask, but even this didn't quell his already returning trembling. She didn't move as he pulled out of her. She just lowered her legs and laid down, still wearing his shirt. Looking at him as he left, she felt tears pricked her eyes and for the first time since being taken, she cried. Soft sobbing noises came from her as she curled up, wincing at the pain of her sex, throbbing from its recent penetration. She sobbed for Lottie who didn't deserve death. For Pinckney who hadn't deserved it either. She cried because her mother would probably go to her grave and not know what had happened to her and her father would probably start drinking again, like he had when he had first gotten home from the war. And after crying for all of them, she cried for herself. Caleigh did not know how long the tears fell, but eventually they ceased. Morning light was filtering through the tent, and she sat up, wiping her eyes and wincing as she turned over and saw the blood smeared on her thighs. Her innocence was lost now. Standing slowly, she walked to the flap and then looked at him. He seemed different. Not the arrogant bastard of the day before. He looked shaken, lost. No...maybe he was just hung over. He couldn't possibly feel any guilt. Swallowing, she stood tall and walked toward him. "I need my clothes...if it's not too much of an inconvenience...." She added, a bite to her tone. She swallowed, seeing his expression then looking down, crossing her arms over breasts. Thankfully hidden under the baggy shirt. "I am not walking over there to your men's sleeping area...." Patterson did indeed fell guilt a lot of it, that's all he felt. But he pushed it aside, as he always did. But... Something about this girl... He couldn't help but feel guilty, he took her innocence, not that that was anything new, but... With how fire she used to be and now... So quiet, she just laid there. He hated himself for it. But couldn't admit that. He sat outside the tent, smoking quietly, he needed to calm his nervous, he was able to manage the rambling, but only just. He was shaken. And he jumped a title when she spoke, he jumped a little, suddenly snapped from his thought. He looked over his shoulder at here a nodded a little, even looking her in the eyes was hard. He spoke quietly, "Yeah... Of course. Here, come on. They won't touch you if I'm there..." He offered her an arm, but dropped it right after, doubting she would walk arm in arm with her rapist. "Just... Stay close." He said in warning as they started to walk toward the rowdy main camp. Caleigh didn't take his hand, but she did walk with him. All the men were slumped over one way or another, some holding their guns, others open-mouthed with a bottle of whiskey in hand as if soon to take a swig. She saw her things piled haphazardly, the pile of money and jewelry beside it. She picked through it first, gathering her mother's cameo and choker, a string of pearls and the necklace her father had given her before she had left. Furthermore, she kept them in hand, getting her two simple dresses, two blouses and two skirts, corset and two pieces of underwear. After gathering them, she left the other clothes behind. Let them sell all the lace and frills, she could wash these at intervals, and they would still be functional. She winced as she walked barefooted back to the tent and went back inside. Using a cloth, she wiped herself free of blood and spent seed then dressed more appropriately, putting on the free flowing blue skirt and its matching blouse then she pinned her hair up so it was off her neck. If he watched, she didn't care. Wincing a little. She put the rest of her clothes and the simple jewelry to the side and then glanced toward the flap before looking away. "Are you going to have me again soon or can it wait til later?" She asked. Not wanting to feel sorry for him in the least. Especially after the hell he had put her through. Patterson walked with her, but didn't say anything. It was like he was simply the walking ghostly resemblance of the silver tongued scoundrel the day before. He seemed changed, looked change, felt changed... And he was. He could feel it. He had had other moments like this, of course, but never this impacting. She was still slightly sassy, but he couldn't get over how he just took her, how he broke her fight, she just laid there and let it happen to her. He did that. He was lost in thoughts, walking beside her in a daze. When they got back to camp he sat in the camp as she changed, but didn't say anything, or watch. He just looked to the floor, when she spoke to him, he winced a little at her words 'have her' Why was that all of a sudden so evil? He had said it before? He had taunted those poor women in the past with the exact same dark words. Either way he shook his head, "No... No. I won't. You can... Rest." He spoke half there, unable to make eye contact with her still. The trembling was starting again, not wanting her to see him actually shake like he was he reached down and took a long drink from his flask. It helped. But not enough. After a moment he rose, grabbed a packet of matches, a smoke, and his hat. He placed the hat over his jet black hair and dipped his head to her, "E-excuse me." He said with a shaky tone. Furthermore, he seemed so different. So... Sorry, almost. He took a step out of his tent just as three of his men walked up to him. He lit the smoke and eyed them as they drew closer, none of them looked pleased. He took a long hit from the simple cigarette as he smoked, "Ye ain't going to get to keep 'er to ya self now, boss." One man said in a less than intelligent tone, sounding quite the hick. A taller man standing bare chested next to him nodded his agreement and grunted simply before saying, “Yeah, you had your fun. Now it’s our turn. Hand her over! We want her!” They growled, the group of me really seemed angry. Patterson just ignored them, and continued to smoke. This angered them further, “Hey damn you! Listen now you prickle git!” The second man hollered, and again he was ignored. This caused further rage to boil as he let out a yell and kicked some boxes used as a makeshift chair near Patterson’s personal fire over on its side with a dull series of thuds. There was no way for her not to hear the ruckus going on outside now. She was just finishing the lacings on her skirt when she heard the sounds of the men outside the tent. She stilled and took a deep breath then turned toward the flap. Patterson said nothing. What sort of man who was in charge let his subordinates speak to him so. Then again, these were thieves and outlaws. Bravely, she stepped out into the light and glared at them. Crossing her arms, she looked st all of them." You all sound like a bunch of dogs going after a bone. Why don't you ride off on your horses and go fuck a few whores," she said then huffed. "You sure have enough money and jewelry to do it now don't ya think?" She said and one of them glared at her." Nothing better than a smart mouthed bitch that's free....bet your still tight..." One mused, reaching for his gun. "I ought ta shoot ya where ya stand..."" And ruin it for all your buddies. Bet they will take well to that. Have some patience you flee brained piece of shit. I am sure you will eventually get your boss' sloppy seconds," she said crudely. He growled and pointed his gun, but she just stood there, glaring and unflinching. Pattern simply ignored his men, even turning away from the slightly, he simply stood there and smoked, ignoring their presence entirely. That was... Until a gun was drawn, no more words came after that, he turned, dropped the cigarette, and drew. He was known for his speed, more than one lawman fell to such a draw, but very few of his own men met such and end. He kept the revolver at his hip, right at his abdomen, with one hand he gripped the gun and pulled back on the heavy metal trigger, the other hand was positioned above and toward the back of the gun pulling the hammer back after each shot fired. And the count was no more than three. He was gifted with all things involving a gun, it felt so right in his hand, he was fast, accurate to a T and more than that... He was merciless with a fire arm, as his men shortly found out. The first man, with a gun drawn, was first to meet such a fate as the back of his head exploded into a pulpy mess of brain and pink mist. But, though he was the first, his buddies had no better luck. The second man was met with a hot piece of lead to the throat, dropping him near immediately. Of the group the third had it worst, he took a single bullet to the belly, not a fatal shot in itself. He dropped to his knees and screamed, clutching his belly, the last thing he felt was the barrel of Patterson's Schofield pressed against his forehead. A single click. And he was no more. Patterson, breathing heavy after the slaughter looked up, the whole main camp was now watching, "What about the rest of you!!" He bellowed out, in a rage, "DO the rest of you have an issue with my leadership!!" And they very well may. The reason he was picked as a leader was his cool, level-headed, personality... And it was now seemed gone. He seemed in a blind rage. The violence made her sick to her stomach. The man that had pointed his gun at her had died first followed by two brave companions. Now all three bodies were in a pool of blood. She swallowed then looked away. Listening to the man scream. Was he insane? His mood had changed so much in the past twenty-four hours she didn't know what to make of it. Swallowing, she watched the men retract. Eventually, he would probably hand her over to those bigots but thankfully gang rape was not going to happen for a few more days. As they went back to their camp, she turned to look at Patterson. He was angry. But why? She was his captive, he had made her his whore. Eventually he would toss her to his men. So why kill one that threatened her. She was as good as dead anyway, wasn't she? She wanted to ask him what was wrong, why he was so crazy but kept such thoughts to herself. Slowly, she walked toward him. "You better put that weapon away...you might hurt someone," she said dryly. "And sit down before you collapse." Still in a blind rage, so many emotions, so much feeling... He didn't know what to make of it. So he expressed it in the crudest, simplest, most raw human emotion he had at his disposal, rage. When she came over to sooth him he didn't even bother putting the gun down back in his holster. He just let it drop at his side to the dirt below. She would need to guide him into the tent, helping him sit to make that happen. He was still breathing heavy as she spoke to him, "Right." He said simply. Furthermore, he closed his eyes, tipped his head back and growled at himself, "I'm... I'm..." He didn't know what to say, he really didn't. What do you say in this situation? He closed his eyes, detached himself, and simply said the first thing that came to mind, "So very sorry." He brought a hand to his face, hiding his eyes from her, he couldn't stand to look at her. She took his arm, leading him into the tent and sat him down, slowly sinking to her knees and gazing at him. "You? Sorry? Yesterday you were the devil in human form. Now you are sorry?" She asked, her brow raising. "I begin to think you are quite soft in the head with all your mood switching..." She glanced toward the flap then looked back at him. She wanted to fully hate him, but he was showing regret and remorse. It made no sense. He had used her and then he had felt guilty. Hell, he had felt guilty doing it. She had seen it in his eyes. She couldn't kill him. Right now, he was her only protection between getting raped by those men. She would rather endure just him instead of his whole near mutinous crew. She took a deep breath and then reached, grabbing a fresh cloth, dipping it in water before slowly washing his face. "Are you always like this? I suppose I should have been forewarned." Patterson usually wasn't, this was so different for him, and it was tiring. Usually he was the cool-headed, clever, sharp tongued devil from their first meeting. That was him. This... Was a different person entirely. Or was it? He used to be a kind man, a good man... But things can change people, and he was changed, and when he did the first time it was hard. And going back, or at least starting to, was equally hard, if not worse. He shook his head at her question, "No...No, this isn't like me..." He sighed softly, his breathing now returned to normal, "I'm... I don't know. I just..." He trailed off, throwing his hands up a little as he gave up trying to explain. He leaned back, letting her wash his face, "I suppose I can't ask for forgiveness." He said simply, he wasn't asking. Furthermore, he knew the answer. From his tone she could tell this, that he was stating it as a hard fact. She paused in washing his face and looked at him. "I can't forgive you now...not now...not when I am still hurting... I like to be a very practical sort of person Mr. Brooks and the way I see it... I can either let you have your way with me, or I can kill you, run and get away or run, and your men catch up with me and do awful things. You dropped your gun and I considered picking it up...but then I decided it was not worth the risk...now that I am not a virgin, I am a whore. Even if I didn't want it. I am one. I will be one when I go back home....or if I go to my husband and am not a virgin...so with your single act, you have ruined me..." She kept her voice neutral and then lowered her gaze. Sitting the rag aside, she looked at him. "I will learn to live with it...but I thank you for allowing me a bit of rest before you...well..." She trailed off and then cleared her throat. Getting up, she walked out, grabbing the gun then returned and handed it to him. "Take it...you may yet face an uprising...your mean seem to fear you more than they respect you...it is certainly not a good thing...." Patterson listened quietly, stone faced, his dark blue eyes stayed downcast, he had no reply, and there wasn’t one. She was right. He ruined her, and he would have to live with it. He ruined her like all the rest. Furthermore, he looked up a bit as he felt the walnut grip in his hand, his fingers curled around the revolvers handle as he started to lift it. As he went to put it back at his side he spoke, “No… They won’t, fear is a pow—“ That’s as far as he got before the storm of cracks and blasts from outside the tent echoed through the land. Bullets, and lots of them, ripped through the tent, whizzing and tearing as they went. The storm of bullets didn’t cease, it seemed the mass of his men were outside, guns blazing as they fired on the small dwelling. The Outlaw, even in his less than coherent sort, would never mistake the sound of a gun going off, or the smell of gun smoke that now polluted the air around and within the tent. And It was because of his familiars with the sound that he was quick to act, springing from his chair he tackled her to the ground, placing himself on top of her as a human shield, a bullet whizzed across his back, ripping his thin sky blue shirt as it passed, drawing a good gash across his back, luckily it wasn’t a full hit, and it was his only hit, miraculously. His chair, which had been sent flying at his sudden leap, was not as lucky however, it splintered and broke under the storm of bullets. He had saved both their lives. After a time the gun fire ceased, only after the loud bellowing yell of a familiar voice, it was Jim Collins, otherwise known to the woman as the man who's brother she had slain. Once he called out the sound of guns and rifled being placed on the ground could be heard, the tent was riddled with holes, beams of sunlight pouring through in from every direction, the silence after the deafening barrage was calm and ominous, and only disturbed as Collin’s spoke out, “You there, go check.” He said, gesturing toward the tent with a revolver. The man he had commanded did exactly as he was directed, and all that could be heard in the still quiet was that of his boots falling heavy on the dusty earth below him. As he drew close to the tent flap Patterson whispered to her, “Don’t… Move…” As he said this the flap was pushed open, a gruff looking man was standing there, shotgun in hand, he was wearing a dirty brow duster and folded back hat, and he was welcomed to the sight of a not so dead Patterson rolling off the woman, gun drawn. Patterson, before the man could even register what happened fired three times, each bullet landed with a sturdy thud in the shotgun wielding fools chest. He stumbled back then fell to his death, landing on his back, a small cloud of dust rolling up around him as he hit. At this Patterson reached over, grabbing his own shotgun that was obscured by a few blankets, and pressed it, length wise, into her chest for her to take it, “Take it! Go!!” He screamed as he drew a buck knife and scrambled for the back of the tent, he slashed it open and sprinted out, hopefully with her at his heels. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was more than enough to block out the pain of his wound, he simply ran, up over the simple hill and into the brush and hedges behind that. They were lucky; as they exited the tent they just narrowly avoided another storm of lead. She grabbed the purse of coins in the scramble and gathered her skirts, moving as fast as her legs could carry her, but her feet were bare and the dirt and stone cut into her. She didn't dare glance back, even as she heard guns firing. Furthermore, she had no other choice than to follow him. Furthermore, she slung the gun onto her back and heard them firing then yelling. Panting, she kept up, headed toward the line of trees. They could not run on foot forever. There was a singular option. She knew the area was mountainous and seeing the river, she knew the current would probably lead them to a waterfall. The current would also take them faster. Tying the money around her neck, she caught up with Patterson and they took his arm, trying to keep up. "The river...we can cross it, can't we? It's...deep, the current is strong...but it's possible yeah?" She panted, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Patterson, sprinting through the tree line, thick bushes slowed them they tore at their clothing, flesh, and nearly tripped them both for sure. As a bush he didn’t see waylaid his face, giving him a decent cut on the cheek he nodded, “Yeah!... Go!” That was enough of an answer, he took a sudden turn and kept running, the sound of men following could certainly be heard, shouting and cussing right on their heels. She turned, ignoring her injuries and saw the water not far off. She jumped in without a second thought and began to swim. The water was cold, but she swam, moving toward the opposite bank which was in site but far away. She unlaced her It's as they were more weight than she could carry and swam. Thankfully keeping pretty well. She kept low to the water, swimming hard and then after about ten minutes, she came up and put herself under the brush of the bank, keeping herself hidden and grasping deep roots to keep herself from drifting off. She panted and closed her eyes, dragging in deep breaths, coughing and pressing her forehead to one of the roots. Glancing toward the opposing banks, she saw them further down, guns drawn but unable to see her. She gasped when Patterson popped up beside her, and then she coughed, close to throwing up from the exertion." Maybe...they...will think...we drowned," she muttered then closed her eyes. Not looking anymore. She coughed again and groaned. Patterson nodded, he felt horrible as he laid beside her, the dull throbbing pain started to pulse from his back wound, coursing through his nerves he winced a little and said in a gasping breath, “Hopefully… They… Wi—“ That’s all he managed before one of the men turned and pointed at the two, yelling before he lifted his rifle and fired. The bullet hit with a hiss in some sand a few feet from him. He covered his head, he looked to her and knew she wasn’t in any position to move or walk. He had to make up for what he did to her somehow, and this may not be enough, but he forced his body into action, every inch, every muscle, every single nerve in his body screamed in pain and exhaustion, begging him to stop, to give in, but he rose and as he did, he lifted her off the ground, and started to run with her thrown over his shoulder, he ran, and that’s all he remembered. His mind went blank, he kept running through the forest before reaching a small clearing, he went no more than a mile or so, he stumbled and feel. Tumbling with him, they would land in a heap, the men were shouting in the distance, but he could do no more. His body had given in, and he fell to a horrid sleep, passing out on the forest floor. She cried out as they hit the ground hard and she glanced around. The terrain had trees, and they had to find shelter. She looked at him and saw that he was out cold and Caleigh knew she had to think quickly. Despite raping her, he had saved her life and she knew she couldn't survive without his protection, no matter how much she disliked the idea. Hearing the men come closer, she saw a nearby cave, but it was easy to cover, and she quickly lifted him and dragged. It was hard but she managed it. After pulling him into the darkness of the cave, she quickly moved to cover the drag marks with leaves and then moved into the cave and dragged him further into the darkness and behind a large rock. Water was running behind it, and she just placed him behind it then hid behind it. It was dark and hard to see anything. Even the opening was hidden and she could scarcely see. Hopefully they would think they had just kept running. Looking down, she saw that her pantaloons were ripped in several places, and the blouse she wore was torn as well, easily showing the ribs of her corset. Settling back against the rock, she tried to control her breathing and heard the sounds of the men." Damn it... Patterson's too fast...the bastard..." one was grumbling. She closed her eyes and just held her breath, listening as they got close. She held her breath, not daring to look, and then their footsteps began to move away. Their voices as well. She sank down into the dirt and closed her eyes, covering her face with her hands, taking a moment to glance at Patterson. He needed medical help, but the man was wanted. She knew the nearest town was only a couple of miles. Maybe when he woke, she could get him there and have him taken care of. She could just leave him but despite what he had done, she didn't want to do that to him. It was better that she have him cared for and not have her conscience eat away at her. Patterson laid there out cold for a good while well after his men went to look elsewhere, after this time he woke, “UHF…” He muttered quietly, his whole body hurt, he was surrounded in dark, he thought he was dead for a few moments. After a second he reached out and wrapped his hand around the first thing he could find, her dress, “That you…?” He asked quietly. His back was bleeding still, but starting to clot. He did need medical attention, however. "Yes...it's me... I would have taken you to the nearest town already if not for the fact that I don't have the strength. You're going to have to walk. I'll support you. I have some money to pay for some fresh clothes and some medical treatment. Maybe this time we won't have to lose them. We'll have to get horses too," she said then looked at him, before standing. "Come...let's go. We'll play off that we were attacked by robbers. Hopefully you will not be recognized," she said. "And for all intents and purposes, I'm your wife. I certainly don't wish to look like a whore..." She started to help him up. "Come...they are gone now. I hope..." She fixed the shotgun over her shoulder then leaned down, picking him up and wincing as she did so. "Come on..." she said then huffed, trying to lift him again Patterson nodded, “Right… Sounds great…” He groaned a little, “This… Will be difficult… I have a rather large bounty on my head… By that I mean marshals, fella’ named Roberts leads them, he was sent to get me, alive or dead… He’s the type to go for alive… Until I shot his brother…” He trailed off a little, saying no more for a few moments, “Needless to say, don’t expect a warm welcome.” When she helped him up he cried out a bit, giving a terribly pained yell, the untreated wound on his back was bad, terrible after the last few hours they had gone through. The back of his light sky blue shirt was painted in blood, a deep red staining most his back, as well as the physical exhaustion, it was so much wear. But still he rose with her help, he couldn’t really walk well on his own accord, he leaned heavily on her and shuffled along at a slow pace, “Why are you doing this…” He muttered through gritted teeth as they left the cave, “Why aren’t you putting a bullet in me and leaving me to die in my agony…” It was baffling to him, then again, it was rare in his life to be shown genuine true kindness, let alone mercy, it was entirely foreign to him. She grunted but began to support him as they walked. At his question, she gave a derisive laugh. "That's a good question. I guess I need you just like you need me. I need you for protection, and it looks like you need me to carry your ass to the next town." She grunted and walked with him, supporting him as best she could as they moved through the forestry and headed toward the nearby road. "I couldn't let you die back there. Not like that. Not slowly and painfully. It would have eaten away at me..." she murmured then sighed and closed her eyes, focusing on keeping him upright. "When we get to town, we'll just say we were attacked by the outlaw Brooks' posse and maybe, I hope, no one will recognize you... Maybe this will teach you a lesson not to rape and murder because when you get hurt, you end up shit creek without a paddle," she said. Caleigh didn't say much else. She just focused on the journey. Taking each step, one at a time. She found the path hard, but she didn't stop, and as the dim lights of a small town came into sight, she found a new urge. As they reached town, she found the doctor's office and then knocked hard, guessing there was an apartment above or in the back. She pounded the door then watched as a doctor came to the door in his nightclothes, adjusting his spectacles. She put on an act. "Please... I need help...my husband was wounded. We were attacked by a band of men. He's hurt..."" Well bring him in...bring him in..." the doctor said and then grabbed a coat, tossing it on his shoulders before helping to lay Patterson down on the cot, back up so that he could look at his back. "Oh...it needs a bit of cleaning and some stitching and he no doubt needs some rest but if all fares well...he'll be fine in the morning. I see you aren't wearing any skirts... Mrs..."" Harrington...and this is my husband... Patrick..." she said, playing her part to perfection." Mrs. Harrington...my wife might have a spare set of skirts..." he said simply, and she nodded and sank down." I'll wait till you finish with him..." she promised, giving a nod. Patterson nodded and kept walking, he offered no response to her words, he didn’t really understand it. Wouldn’t placing the barrel of a gun to his head and ending him have taught him a better lesson? Not that he would ever get the chance to act on it, but in her shoes he would never have shown such mercy. When they finally reached town he offered a pleased growth, as pleased as a fatigued, exhausted, and bleeding man could be. He still relied heavily on her assistance to walk as they approached the door. When she called him Patrick he looked a tad confused, “Patrick...?” He said more like a question than a statement of fact. In his beaten down state he had forgotten a little about their little plan, however it all came back to him, and he nodded, “Yes, Patrick.” He said in a more confirming tone. When he was laid down on the bed, face first, his bleeding back was now exposed to her for the first time. It was bad. Worse than it had been when he was first wounded. The long, painful journey had caused the hole to tear open a little more, stretching and deepening. He had an agonizing time as they worked on him, after they finished he was left utterly exhausted. He bled a lot and felt more pain than he would care to recall. When the doctor began to rise to leave, he reached over using the last of his energy to tug the man’s sleeve, “Can you… Get my w… Wife…” He said in half a mumble. The elderly man nodded, “Course.” He said simply as he left to get the young woman that had brought him bleeding to their doorstep. While Patterson was tended to, Caleigh managed to get into another outfit. The doctor's wife had kindly given her a simple dress to wear and fresh underwear. These dresses certainly were not going to do for the whole trip, and she guessed she would be going to the local clothing ship and getting a few ready-made pants to wear as pants were far more durable and not so heavy. She fixed her new dress and combed her hair, then braided it before she heard the doctor. Nodding to the man, she walked back downstairs, in stockings and some sensible boots this time and came toward him. Seeing how much had to be done, she was surprised he had survived. He certainly had lost a lot of blood. "All better now I see. A bit of rest and you will be right as rain...." She said then took a deep breath. Patterson laid in the bed, panting after the less than pleasant treatment, he simply groaned, “I don’t think you would say that in my condition…” After a few moments he tried to roll over, but that quickly ended with a sharp, pained cry as he laid motionless for a few moments, still on his front. Once he recovered from the pain he offered a sigh, “I suppose you’re on your way then? Being in a town and all? Or to get the law? You hardly need my protection now…” As he lay there, he looked pathetic. Beaten down. Defeated. He was an entirely different man from the one she had met only a few days prior, like he had already accepted defeat, accepted his death. She would be hard-pressed not to be moved to some level of pity. Looking at the man that had raped her, she knew he was right. She could go to the deputies in town and see him hung. But for some reason, she didn't think it was a good idea. "I suppose I could. But I think I will make your life hell instead. What can I do? I get help and I get sent back east and be called a whore? I will live life as a spinster, going out to whispers and being treated like a scandalous woman. Men won't want me as a wife, only a mistress. I told you before, you ruined me....now you have to put up with me..." She looked at him then slowly put her fingers through his hair. "How about you rest? If you are feeling any better, we can move to the inn close by, " she said simply then sat up and then moved toward the window. She gazed out, taking a deep breath. There enough five dollar gold pieces to get a horse, some food and room for a few nights. She could only hope for a peaceful leaving. Where they went she didn't know, but they couldn't stay. His gang was hunting for them. Patterson chuckled a little, he couldn’t help it, however this chuckle just led to an agonizing flash of pain that shot through his back, nerves screaming their pain. “God Damn it…” He growled through gritted teeth, being shot was no pleasant thing, and the expression of blaring pain that he wore across his features were a sign of this. After a moment he laid still, “You’re doing a good job of it already, though… You saved my life… I suppose I should thank you for that, even if I don’t understand it.” He said quietly, letting his head fall to the pillow. He nodded, though slightly, at her words, “Yes… An inn… That would be fine. I think I should be able to move tomorrow, though it will be anything less than ‘comfortable’…” When she sat up he closed his eyes, but sleep was the last thing on his mind, so many things raced through his head, everything that had happened, not just this last few days, but his whole life, was it all a mistake…? Caleigh fell asleep by the window, her head resting against the wall as she sat. In the chair. When she woke up, it was early morning. She sighed and then glanced at Patterson who was sleeping. Moving toward the door, she covered him up then stepped out of the doctor's house. She counted the coins she had in the purse and then pocketed them. The street was busy with townsfolk, and she walked through town toward the inn and tavern." How much for a room. Two nights plus meals?" Caleigh asked the innkeeper was a rotund man with red cheeks and graying hair." Well now...a room for two days and nights. Comes to about ten dollars...can you afford it?" He asked looking her up and down. She handed him two five dollar pieces." Here. I will be back in a little while. I will need that room prepared for me...and my husband," she said then turned and started toward the general store just across the street. Coming inside, she got glances and strange looks but ignored them as she went toward the ready-made trousers and shirts. After buying some clothes and some supplies, she put them all in a room sack before coming back to the doctor's house to check on Patterson. Seeing the doctor, she took a deep breath. "How is he this morning?" The doctor sat on the porch, rocking gently to and fro in the simple wooden chair that sat there, it was a pleasant day, and he intended to enjoy it as long as possible. When the fa miler figure approached his old wrinkled lips turned up in a friendly smile, “A pleasant day, is it not Ma’am?” The old man chirped happily. When she asked her question he stood up, looking around before moving to her, “Well… Physically, he seems righter than rain, but… I think something in that fella’s head has gone askew… He spent the morning tossing and turning, whimperin’ half the time in his sleep… Some kinda nightmares he must’a havin’… Was sweatin’ a good deal too. I think he is awake now, the Mrs. made him something for breakfast, so I’m sure right now he is enjoying her cooking.” The old man said before offering another smile, one reassuring tap on the shoulder before he opened the light door for her, “Head on up.” Patterson sat in bed, he still looked like hell, in his lap was a steaming bowl of soup, he held a spoon ate slowly; he looked far off, staring off into another world. When Caleigh walked in however he quickly snapped out of it, “Oh… You… Came back?” He said with a bit of confusion, he had thought she was long since gone, to let his gang come and finish the job, “I would be lying if I said I weren’t surprised…” He reached over and slid the chair by the bed so she could sit, “I still don’t get it… Why you keep coming back? I know to make me live with my mistake… And I am… But… How can you NOT want me to find death? I just… I don’t get it…” At least he was talking again, that was the most he had said for some days now, since the shooting. Caleigh looked at him and sank down in the chair. "I have nowhere else to go...if I must be honest. If I go back to Charleston, I will be stuck in a house, not permitted anywhere, disgraced by people I would have once called friends. If I go to California, my betrothed would want me. Besides...it's dangerous...your men hunt us both...and I suppose there must be some good in you. After all....you got inured saving me... I do not think you are as cruel and evil as you want people to think...if you were... I imagine you would have let the men each have a turn with me...or you would have killed me by now...." She sighed. "Now stop your fuss and eat. As soon as you finish, I am paying the doctor for his service, and we will be at the inn for a couple of days. You need to rebuild your strength and I need to find us a couple of horses at a decent price. I bought some clothes. I just gathered my best measurements for you and got you a couple of fresh shirts and a pair of trousers that you can alternate. There is enough money to survive on but if worse comes to worst, we will find a way to make money, and it won't be stealing..." She said, her eyes hard and her face looking stubborn. Patterson listens quietly and nods, “I… I’m sorry…” That’s all he can manage in response to her situation, which he knew he caused. He offered a sigh and laid back, letting her finish before giving a simple nod. He said nothing about not having bad in him, rightfully he didn’t know. Furthermore, he wasn’t sure where he stood on his moral compass. He nods and offers a semi-forced smile, “Of course… No more stealing… Ever.” He gave a simple confirming nod, “First we need to get far from here… I think… First choice we make out be north, south, east, or west… Then go.” He said with a nod, “What do you think?” He asked, tilting his head a little.

The Outlaw (ThatDudeTim & HighlandAngel)|rating:3.0

Learning To Control Her Powers (yugi006 and colerie1974)

It was a bright and early morning as Ra minus was practicing his conjuration and destruction spells in the open arena of the Balmoral Temple under the watchful eye of his master Suetonius who was the master of the temple as well. He was practicing the more advanced conjuration and destruction spells. He had already mastered all the lower conjuration and destruction spells. After months of training he was able to conjure up a storm approach which looked like a body made of rocks with sparks flowing around it's body. Only those trained in the advance magic arts are able to summon it. Creatures that conjured up are mainly used to help fight for you but when training it can be used as an enemy to help test your skills. He placed the scroll down on the ground and placed his hands on the scroll. With his magical energies flowing into the scroll the storm approach was summoned. Ra minus summoned it as a means to test his destruction skills to see if he could kill it using the spells he had learned and practiced with for years. Upon being summoned the approach immediately launch a lightning attack directly at him. He dodges the attack a quickly clasped his hands together and turned his hands forward towards the approach as fire flowed from his hands. The approach being hit with the attack slowly took a few steps back and launched an attack of its own. Too focused on trying to drain its health and strength with the fire the attack hits, and he is severely wounded. As his hands move to his sides the fire stops flowing from his hands. The approach readies itself for another attack. As the attack is about to hit Ra minus barely dodges the attack and quickly putting his hands forth once again as a powerful fireball released from his hands and upon contact it killed the approach. The approach soon vanishes as he falls to the ground breathing heavily and severely wounded. His master Suetonius approached him and told him that he needs more training. He was then taken to the infirmary where his wounds were treated. After he was all better he continued with his training in the arena with lower conjuration spells. Ranimus was a twenty-five-year-old human who was born into a family of magicians and hunters. His mother Lydia was mage who was adept and fire spells, basic alchemy and illusion spells as well as low level conjuration spells. His father Ulrich was a hunter known for his skill with bows and blades. When Ra minus was born he looked like a simple human being without any magical skills whatsoever. That would soon change. At a young age he started his training to become a hunter. Every other day he would go out on hunts with his parents killing animals for food and making clothes as well as picking plants for alchemy. One day at the age of eight while training with his parents they ran into two ice astronauts. They were fairly strong creatures which at the level of magics that his mother had masters would not be enough to defeat them. Any weapons used on it would have little effect on it as well. Trying to shield their son from danger his mother used her destruction spells while his father shot his bow and arrows at it. The astronauts seemed to be taking very little damage. The astronauts launched an ice beam and with one hit from them his parents fell to their death. Looking at his parents dead body fear began to envelop him. He began to run away from them occasionally turning around to see how far away they were. Getting panicked as they were slowly catching up to him, he shoved his hands forward like his mother did when using destruction spells. Lightning appeared to flow from his hands towards the targets. The beam was not long enough to reach them as they were still further away. Animus stopped then began running away again and sending his hands out again to see if something would come out from them. This time fire flowed from his hands. Amazed at what he saw he tried it again and ice flowed from his hands. Seeing his mother's fire spells having little effect he just kept on running. Suddenly he saw a barrage of spark balls and fireballs above him heading towards the approach. Looking ahead he saw a man who appeared to be in his early forties in cloak sending out fireballs and spark balls from his hands. Upon contact the astronauts disappeared leaving ash piles on the ground.“Seems like you have some aptitude for magic young boy the man said to Ra minus. My name is Suetonius a mage at the Balmoral Temple, and I was watching you as you ran away from the creatures. It seems like you can't control your powers just yet and seeing as your parents are dead, so I'm going to train you in the art of magic and spells.” So Suetonius took him to the temple and gave him a place to live while training him in magic. Ra minus took to training easily as he quickly learned to control his powers and was able to master many of the lower level magics and spells at the age of fifteen earning himself the title of apprentice mage. At the age of twenty he was able to master some advanced level magics and became a teacher at the Balmoral Temple instructing others in the magics and spells he was able to master. Presently at the age of twenty-five he is still instructing students in magic and spells and has since then earned himself the title of adept mage. (was scared. When Sea felt any emotion strongly bad things tended to happen, and this time would prove to be no exception. Running hard through the woods, she could hear those who chased her closing in fast and pushed her body to run faster. Spotting a clearing in the distance, she felt her fear turn to sheer panic knowing that if she entered the clearing, they would have a clear shot at her. If only she could control her new powers, she could turn and face them and hold her own against them, but as it was, she had only gained her powers less than a month ago when she turned 21 and the binding of them was released. The events that had followed had left her in a tail spin and had made her feel completely and totally alone in this world. Her ragged breathing and pounding heart was all she could hear, and she flitted her eyes around her surroundings to find a way out of this current situation and the two men who were trying to kill her. Sela was a demigoddess who was born to Vulcan, the God of Fire and Forge, and a healer named Angel. After her birth, for her own protection, her powers were bound by her birth mother and Maia, the Goddess of Earth and Spring, to ensure the child would not be harmed by the other jealous Gods. She was left in a village and was adopted by Lydia and Edward Button, who had no idea that the child they had taken in as their own was actually the daughter of a God and would come into her powers at the tender age of 21, so they therefore had no way of preparing her for what was to happen to her. She embodies the element of fire, which exudes from her body in a bluish white flame called Angelique, which she can call upon in time of need. Angelique will harm those with evil and malice in their hearts while healing those with pure goodness in their hearts. She is also able to manipulate other forms of fire external to her body but only in the right conditions. Still unable to control her powers, all she has learned is that they are directly connected to her emotional state. Being rather impulsive and hotheaded and unable to control herself in situations, this has not pr oven to be conducive to her gaining control over her powers. After several incidents where she let her emotions get the better of her and bring out the Angelique, she had run away from her village and was seeking to discover the source of these powers within her. Unfortunately, the evil beings around here in this world had discovered her secret and were hunting her to either harness her powers for their own benefit or to simply destroy her before she gained control of her powers. Although no forms of fire could harm her, she is vulnerable to other weapons and magic and both of the men pursuing her were more than able to end her short life. As she moves closer and closer to the clearing, she felt hot tears streaking down her cheeks as she desperately searched for a way to escape those who would see destroyed. She hit the clearing and pushed her body even farther than she had before and was surprised to see a large temple at the end of the clearing. She throughout her hands and called all her energy to release a stream of white-hot flames which she shot onto the sky above her in the hope that someone would see this and come to help her. As she ran towards the temple, she felt the air knocked from her chest and hit the ground hard. Rolling over, but unable to get up or catch her breath she was a sitting duck for the two large shadows she saw approaching her from the woods. She looked up at the sky and prayed to the gods that someone would help her and keep her from never learning how to control her powers or where they came from. No sooner were the thoughts through her mind when a sudden thunderstorm erupted as if she had called for it, and she knew this was the escape she needed. She finally caught her breath and was on her feet in an instance, using every ounce of her concentration and raising her hands to the sky, she let out a deafening scream and her eyes glowed bright white as she pulled lightening from the storm above her and aimed it right toward the two men chasing her. Before they even knew what was happening, they fell to the ground and were no longer a problem for the young girl. She fell to her knees and screamed out in anguish as she gripped her body tightly and sobbed. There was a loud scream from outside the temple that anyone could hear. He quickly got up from his bed from the infirmary not completely healed as he slowly made his way to the source of the scream. When he reached the source of the scream the master of the temple Suetonius was already there. He saw a young woman who did not appear to be mortal at all. She looked like some kind of goddess. She was so beautiful. What was she doing here? He thought to himself. He looked a few feet away and saw two dead men lying down on the floor. Hearing woman sobbing and looking at her injuries he said to her “you are safe now. No one can hurt you anymore.” Seeing how serious her injuries were he spoke with Thelonious and decided to take her in. He turned back to the woman and spoke to her. “You don't have to be afraid. We are not going to hurt you. We're going to take you to the infirmary to get your injuries healed.” He led the woman back to the infirmary following behind Suetonius. At the infirmary Thelonious treated her wounds as he rested up letting his injuries completely healed. Sea let the man take her arm and lead her to the infirmary. She couldn't say why, but she trusted him. Maybe it was his eyes, they seemed to hold so much sorrow...just like her own. As the old man healed her wounds, she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her. It had been so very long since she felt safe enough to sleep and she did now. She had no idea how long she had been asleep but the man who had helped her was sitting beside her when she finally did open her eyes. She simply stared into his eyes without speaking for several minutes. Finally, she spoke, "Hello, my name is Sea. Thank you for helping me, but I really must be going now." With that, she sat up and put her long legs over the side of the bed. Just as they hit the ground, and she went to put pressure on them, she felt faint and tried to shake it off, but had to sit back down on the bed. Radius just laid there and watched as Thelonious healed her wounds while concentrating on her form. She was a mystery to him. She didn't look like anyone he had seen before. He continued to just watch her as she slept after Thelonious had left. She had a peaceful look on her face as she slept. He got up and slowly walked over to her being careful not to disturb her bed and sat next to her. He watched as she opened her eyes and just stared at her. When she spoke her lovely voice reached his ears. “It's nice to meet you Sea. I'm Ra minus” he said, but before he could finish she tried to leave. “Wait.” She tried to get up and leave, but her injuries have not yet completely healed and collapsed to the ground. She got back up and just sat there on the bed. “You shouldn't be moving around so soon. Your injuries have not completely healed. You should rest some more. You don't have to worry anymore. Furthermore, you are safe here.” Sea looked at the man across from her and wondered how he had become injured. Was he like her? The real question was could she trust him." Ramnius, where are we? How can we be safe anywhere?" she gazed into his eyes, desperately needing to hear his explanation of how she could be safe when she had been running for so long now. When so many wanted her dead or captured...how could she be safe. Before he could answer her, the exhaustion in her body overtook her strength and she fell back on the bed, her eyes burning from lack of sleep and the injuries she had sustained over the past few weeks. She needed more rest and her body was demanding that she take it while she could. Looking into to his eyes again, she furrowed her brow and whispered, "I think I can trust you.please don't leave me until I wake up again. Promise me you won't leave me." Hearing her questions he was about to speak when she collapsed back on the bed. “ You shouldn't move around too much. You need to let your body rest and completely heal.” He just sat there and watched her making sure everything was okay. After a bit of just watching her he finally spoke answering her questions. “We are here at the Balmoral Temple.” He looked into her eyes and told her that “we are safe here because master Thelonious will protect you from any danger. He was the one who took care of me when my parents were killed by the monsters lurking outside. Furthermore, he has instructed me in the magic arts, so I can protect myself when he is not around. Now that you have made it here safely I can protect you as well. You need not worry anymore.”“You don't need to worry. Now that you are heard I'll stay by your side always. I'll be here for you whenever you need me.” Looking into her eyes once again he knew that she wasn't a bad person. He kissed her forehead and continued to watch over her. Sea did not know why, but for some reason she believed him. There was a kindness in his eyes that spoke to her very soul, and she just knew that he could be trusted. So she slept and let her body get the much-needed break that it needed. Awaking a few hours later, her eyes fluttered open and met his, gazing down at her with care and concern. He had told her that he had lost his parents and had been taken in by the man who had healed her wounds. Looking up at him, she reached up and touched his hand wanting to let him feel her sorrow for his loss." I'm sorry you lost your parents. I can relate to that... I have lost my parents and I have no idea who my birth parents are, but I am going to find them and destroy them for leaving me alone in this world knowing that I am a freak of nature." She smiled at him, but her eyes turned stormy as she spoke of her mission to find her birth parents and destroy them. This was what fueled her, and she would not rest until she completed this task. She sat up in the bed and looked around, taking in her surroundings. The room was smaller than she had thought it to be earlier, and they were very close. She could smell his pleasant scent, and it made her feel a small tickle in her belly that she had never felt before. She blushed and removed her hand from his, not knowing what to think of the effect his nearness was having on her sensibilities. As she drifted off into a deep sleep he just sat there and watched her keeping his promise. The moment he saw her he felt a connection between them. Although she was not human she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. For some reason he felt that he could trust her with his life and he would do everything in his power to protect her from harm. After a few hours of sleep she awoke to the man looking at her with concern in his eyes. As she took his hands he rubbed it against hers and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead to let her know that he was grateful for her comfort.“I'm sorry to hear you lost your parents as well. Well if you want I can help you. My teacher and master of this temple Thelonious can help you as well. I don't see you as a freak of nature at all and neither will anyone else here. You don't have to worry about that here since we practice magic here. You will be treated like a normal person here.” Raminus could see the anger and frustration in her eyes. He tried his best to calm her down. He understood how she felt getting angry wasn't going to help at all. As she looked around the place he just watched her curious eyes move around the room. Suddenly she removed her hands from his. “You should get some more rest as you injuries hasn't completely healed. Once you are fully healed we can discuss your mission some more and help you to control your powers.” Sea nodded at his advice to continue resting and was soon fast asleep again. Waking several hours later to the warm sun hitting her body through the one window in the room, she opened her eyes and actually felt whole again, Whatever Suetonius had done to heal her had worked, and she felt like a new woman. Looking around the room, she was saddened to see that Radius was no longer in the bed beside her. She sat up and let her feet hit the cold floor as she got up and moved to the door, stepping out into a long hallway. Hearing voices coming from a room ahead of her, she made her way towards them and smiled to see Radius and Suetonius sitting at a large wooden table eating breakfast. Smelling the food, she suddenly realized she was famished and sheepishly made her way into the room. Seeing her, Suetonius motions for her to join them, and she pulls out a chair and sits beside Radius, smiling at him as he offers her some of the stew they have been dining on. She fills the bowl before her and hungrily devours the delicious stew consisting of vegetables and chunks of meat. Her hunger still aching at her stomach, she looks down at her empty bowl. Before she can speak, Radius again fills her bowl, and she smiles at him. This portion she eats more slowly and is finally full when it is gone. Wiping her mouth with a cloth napkin laying beside her bowl, she looks up and smiles at the two men. "I just want to thank you for everything you have done for me. I am not used to kindness in this life and I greatly appreciate your kindness!" Soon Sea fell fast asleep again. He continued to watch over her until morning. Having not eaten for a while his stomach began to growl. He got up and went to the room ahead of this room and saw Thelonious cooking breakfast. He sat down at the table waiting for the food to be ready. The food smelled so delicious from where he was sitting. It was just simple stew with meat and vegetables, but it smelled so good. As soon as the food was ready he and Thelonious started eating breakfast and just chatted about things. After a while he sees Sea coming in and pats the seat next to his. He offers her a plate of the stew, and he watches her as she devours it quickly. “You must be very hungry” he told her and quickly filled her bowl with more stew. She took her time eating her second portion, and they just watched her eat.“Your welcome. We are happy to help anyone who is in need. You are welcome to stay here if you like. Thelonious has prepared a room for you in the living quarters of the temple. I can show you where it is when you are ready.” Sea smiled at Radius, "No time like the present!" and she followed him to her room. Walking alone with him, she felt peace for the first time since she had discovered the truth about her powers and knew that, as long as he was with her, no harm would befall her. He opened the door to a small sleeping room, and she walked past him, letting her body graze against his as she passed him. The room was tiny, but had a homey feel to it. The bed was against one wall and directly beside it was a small dresser. At the opposite end of the room was a writing table with a small chair. Turning towards him again, she smiled at him and suddenly wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek as she hugged him tightly, "Thank you so much for this...it is more than I deserve!" The feel of his body against her made her tingle with a feeling she had never experienced before, and she froze, looking up into his eyes and suddenly wishing he would kiss her. The sleeping quarters were a very short distance from the infirmary. He took her hands and led her to the sleep quarters. As soon as they reached the sleeping quarters he led her to her room. Her room was all the way at the end right next to his room. He opened the door and let her inside. As she walked past him, he felt the soft skin touch hos arm. Ra minus showed her where everything is in the room and opened the dresser to show her the clothes that Thelonious has prepared for her. The room wasn't much, but it was nice and cozy. Just like his room there was a small dresser, a bed and a writing table. Surprised by the hug he gently embraced her and hugged her back and returned her kiss with a kiss of his own on the cheek. He smiled at her and said, “I'm always happy to help anyone in need. You deserve so much more than this.” As she stood there his eyes looked deeply into hers his hands moving to caress her body. He leaned in closer to her for a brief kiss and removed his lips from her and just stared intently at her. His kiss warmed her entire being and when he pulled his lips from hers, she stared into his eyes and smiled, "That was nice!", she whispered as her eyes twinkled. She pulled away from him and went to look at the clothes they had given to her. She found a cute little blue dress and pulled it off the hanger, turning to look at him." I need a bathe, badly," she grinned, "Can you help me with that?" She moved to the dresser and found some panties and a bra, not exactly her taste, but it was sufficient for her needs. Turning to look at him, she smiled and walked back over until she was mere inches from his body. "Will you show me where I can bathe now, I want to smell good for you," “Indeed it was. I'm so glad to have met you.” He watched her as she took a look at her clothes and everything else in the room. He saw her eying a blue dress that was hanged. “It would look amazing on you.”“Hmm a bath. I'll be glad to help you with that. Let me show you were the baths are.” With clothes in one hand he took her other hand and led her out of the room and across to the other side of the building where the baths were. The room was pretty big with a dozen bath tubs in the room. The two changing rooms for men and women was right next to the baths. “You can go in right next door and change while I get the bath ready for you.” He proceeded inside the room and turned on the hot water in one of the tubs. He prepared the soap and shampoo and placed it right next to the tub. Sea walked into the changing room and removed her dirty clothing. She was completely naked now and felt like she was the dirtiest girl in the whole world and ached to be clean again. She walked back out and entered the room where Ra minus was preparing her bath. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder, pressing her naked body against his back. He smelled wonderful, and she inhaled his manly scent while looking at the bath he had made for her. "Thank you so much!" She stepped into the water and sat down, letting the water envelop her body as she lay her head back on the tub. "Oh, this feels heavenly." She looked at him and reached up to take his hand. "Will you wash me back for me?" Ra minus watched as Sea stepped into the water. “The water here is nice.” As she took his hand he leaned in to kiss hers. “It would be a pleasure to wash your back for you.” He grabbed the soap and rub it all over her back until every inch was covered in it. He then rubs her back letting the soap spread. Furthermore, he then placed his hands in the water forming a bowl and scooped some water and pouring it over her back as he scrubbed her back making sure her back was squeaky clean. Furthermore, he repeated the process until her back was totally clean. His hands on her back felt wonderful, and she closed her eyes as he gently washed her back. It reminded her of when she was a child and her mother would wash her back for her, and then her mind began to float through memories of her parents and the times they had spent together. Tears began to fall from her eyes and her sadness quickly turned to anger. It wasn't fair that she would never see them again because her biological parents had abandoned her knowing that she would one day come into her powers and be hunted. The water in the tub began to boil as her Angelique began to emanate from her body, glowing blue and fiery hot. She quickly turned to push him away from her, not wanting to hurt him as the water in the tub began to biol over the edges to hit the porcelain floor. "Run...run away from me! I don't want to hurt you." Sea was very beautiful, and her nakedness only made her more beautiful, He continued to wash her back as he saw tears fall from her eyes. Suddenly the water began to boil as he could feel the heat from the water. He then felt her hands pushing him away. He took a few steps back as the water began to overflow from the tub. “Don't worry Sea.” He put or his left arm and a barrier formed over him like a shield repelling the water at his feet. It was a simple barrier spell that could block and repel weak magic spells. So far the barrier was working but who knows when her powers might become stronger as it seems she couldn't control them very well. Sea closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down so she would be able to control her powers. "Tell me something nice...tell me something nice," she chanted over and over to him, begging him to help her calm herself down. She opened her eyes and looked to him, waiting for him to respond as the water in the tub bubbled and boiled. Her body was surrounded by the blue flames now and the tub began to crack and break apart from the heat. Pieces of it began to fall on the floor and there was almost no water left in the tub. Ra minus tried to think of something to say to her. “You don't have to be afraid anymore Sea. You are safe here. We will protect you from any harm. You don't have to be alone anymore because you have a new family now. He continued to speak to her calmly as the water continued to boil. He took another few steps back as the tub began to crack and break apart. Furthermore, he hoped that his words would calm her down and that her powers would fade away. The sound of his calming voice reached into her soul and she began to calm down, the Angelique subsided, and the water began to subside as her body cooled itself. Breathing slowly and evenly, she looked around the room at what she had destroyed and tears sprung to her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Ra minus, I broke your tub." She stood up and tried to step out of the broken tub without falling. She set one foot down on the tiled floor and then the other with no slipping, but as she took a step towards him, she slipped and fell right into his open arms, her wet, naked body pressing firmly against his, and she felt a rush of something she had never felt before. Something foreign to her. Something she wanted to feel more of. It seems like his words calmed Sea down as her powers began to fade. He released his barrier and felt the water on his feet. Ra minus laughed a little. “No need to worry about it. I've broken quite a few things myself when I was first learning to control my powers. In time, you will learn to control your powers.” Raminus gladly extended his arms to her and stopped her from falling when she tried to take a step towards him. He held her for a bit feeling her wet naked body against his. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. No need to worry about the broken tub. I'll clean it up. He released her from his grasp and went and fetched a broom and a mop. He swept up the broken pieces of the tub and then mopped up all the water on the floor. After he finished cleaning up everything he turned around to comfort her and hug her in his arms. “Now what do you want to do now.” His arms around her and his words made her blush, "I must get dressed, and then I want to take a walk," she said to him as she grabbed her clothing and rushed to her bedroom. She dressed and brushed her long black hair, looking at herself in the mirror. She had always known she was attractive, but no man had ever made her heart skip a beat like he had. He said she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Just being near him made her want to kiss him, to touch him. She didn't know what would happen between them, but she did know that she would not rest until she found out who her real parents were and why they had abandoned her. That was what fueled her heart and she could not rest until she learned the truth. She walked out of her room and made her way out of the temple, strolling in the beautiful gardens and admiring the many brightly colored flowers there. Suddenly he soon found himself alone in the room. Ra minus began to clean up the room pick up the pieces of the tub that broke apart and mopped the floor. As soon as he was finished cleaning he went to her room to check up on her. When he got there he noticed that she wasn't there. She said she was taking a walk so she must be okay he thought to himself. He walked out and saw Sea strolling around which gave him a sigh of relief. Raminus went to the open area outside the temple and began to train and further develop his powers. He practiced his defensive spells and barriers so that what happened yesterday would never happen again. Throughout his training he was thinking about Sea the whole time. He made a vow that he would not abandon her and would help her on her quest to find her parents. Sea quietly made her way back to her room and curled up on top of her blankets on her bed. She let her exhaustion overtake her and she slept. Her dreams were filled with Ra minus and his touch on her flesh. She dreamed of kissing him again, but with him kissing her back more firmly. She moaned in her sleep and called out his name. As soon as Ra minus was finished training he went back to his room and got a change of clothes and headed for the baths. He turned on the water and slipped into the tub. It felt so relaxing in the tub. After he was finished he got out of the tub and quickly got changed. As he was walking back to his room he heard Sea moaning in her sleep. He went to his room to put his dirty clothes in a basket and then proceeded to Sea's room. When he entered he sat down next to her and watched her as she slept. As he watched her sleep he began to stare at her lips. After a while he leaned in and kissed her as she slept. H held the kiss for a moment before pulling back. He then relaxed in the chair waiting for her to wake up for dinner. Sea stirred from her dreams and as her eyes opened, she saw Ra minus reclined in the chair across from her bed." Hey there." she whispered to him. Her fingers touched her lips, still feeling his kisses from her dream. Feeling bold from the dreams she had of him, she got up and walked over to him, slipping into his lap. Placing her arms around his neck, she stared deeply into his eyes." Thank you...for everything." She leaned in to him, pressing her lips to his and closing her eyes. Her dream had just become a reality. “Hey there Sea. Hope you had a good rest and some nice dreams.” He held her tightly in his lap moving his hands to caress her body.“Your welcome Sea. I will always be here for you.” As she kissed him he closed his eyes as well as his tongue went to greet hers. Feeling a rush of pleasure inside of him he moved his hands over to her breasts and groped them and began fondling them. Sea felt her passion for him growing inside of her and her body began to emit the soft blue Angelique as he touched her breasts. Knowing that it could not harm him, she pressed closer to him and let him explore her body as no other man ever had. A soft moan rushed forth from her, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, "Touch me, Ra minus...touch me everywhere!" Ra minus felt the warm Angelique enveloping both of them as they kissed, and he fondled her breasts. He continued to fondle her breasts some more as he trailed kisses all around her face, neck and body. As he felt her grip on him tighten he gently led her over to her bed and laid her on the bed as he got on top of her. At her words he began to caress very inch of her as he continued kissing her everywhere. “Yes my sweet Sea. Your wish is my command.” As he laid on top of her, the weight of his strong body felt good covering her tiny frame. Whispering softly in his ear, "I have never been with a man before, Ra minus...but I want you to be my first." She looked into his eyes, realizing that she was in love with him for the first time. He had made his way into her heart and she wanted him to make her a woman. “I would love to be your first” he whispered back in her ear. “You would be my first as well since I've never been with a woman before. “Ra minus has never known what love felt like, but maybe this was what it felt like to be in love. He was so glad to have met her, although the circumstances may have been unfortunate, but now she had a special place in his heart. He continued to explore his body with his hands. She ran her hands along his muscular back and kissed him softly, letting the passion between them grow slowly. She moved her legs and wrapped them around him as her heat pressed against his." Make love to me," she whispered to him, "Please, show me that you love me like I love you," He returned her kiss as his tongue greeted hers and wrapped around hers. He felt her soft silky legs wrap around his body and moved his hands to caress it feeling the warmth coming from her. Hearing her words he pressed his body closer to hers. “Yes my dear sweet Sea. Even though we have only met I love you very much. He continued to kiss her passionately as his hands moved from her legs up to her belly and then her breasts as he massaged it and lightly squeezed it. She moaned softly as he touched her in a way no other man had ever touched her, and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the hardness of his erection between her thighs. She moved her hips up towards him and tightened her grip on his back." Make love to me," she whispered huskily. He gently pinched her nipples as he rubbed his hands all over her breasts. It was so wonderful just to be with her. It was the happiest moment in his life. He groaned softly as he felt her legs wrap around him. He leaned down to lightly lick he legs feeling her soft skin with his tongue. Hearing her words he wiggled around a little so that his cock was touch her pussy. He gently inserted it inside of her. “I'll make love to you like no one has ever done before.” She moaned as he entered her and her eyes went wide as the pain shot through her. All she kept thinking was that she was giving him her virginity and she hoped he wouldn't hurt her. As her walls became accustomed to the size of him, the pain subsided, and she began to feel the most intense pleasure she had ever felt before, as he thrust gently in and out of her." Baby... I love you so much... I am so happy you are my first lover, please don't ever leave me." Feeling his cock inside of her pussy was the greatest feeling ever. He was glad that she was his first woman he would ever be with. He continued with his slow thrust inside of her. Furthermore, he didn't want to hurt her by moving too fast.“I love you too Sea. I'm glad you feel that way because I feel exactly the same way. Don't worry. I'll never leave you.” She kissed him gently as he made love to her, her hands roaming all over his body. She couldn't believe she had fallen for him so quickly." Kiss me, baby...kiss me forever." He returned her kiss holding for a while not wanting to let the kiss end. He groaned softly as he felt her hands roam all over his body. Furthermore, he continued to thrust inside of her at the same pace letting the pleasure build up inside the both of them. He broke the kiss for a moment and said to her “I'll kiss you as much as you want.” He leaned in and kissed her again. She smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair, he felt so good that she didn't want this moment to end, but she knew it must." She held him tightly as a heat unknown to her rushed through her small body, "Oh, my Love" she cried out as her orgasm hit her, and she dug her nails into his flesh. Her whole body glowed as her emotions ran high, and she felt loved, truly loved, for the first time in her life, He smiled back at her as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her fingers felt so wonderful on his hair. This moment was certainly not going to end as he would make sure that she felt this way every day. He would be there for her always and forever. Feeling her orgasm hit and cum squirting from her pussy his body relaxed and enjoyed the sensation he was feeling from her. His moans turned into screams as she dug her nails into her flesh. He was enjoying every moment of this and wanted more from her. He finally found someone to be with and care for. They fell asleep in each other's arms and she dreamt happy dreams. She awoke the next morning to find him sleeping peacefully beside her. Reaching out, she trailed her fingertips along his jawline." Good morning, Lover," she whispered, smiling as he opened his eyes and looked into her own." I'm famished, Baby...shall we go get a bite to eat and start on my training?" After all of her cum had poured out onto his cock he removed his cock and stayed close to her eventually falling asleep as he kept her close to his arms. Feeling her fingertips on his jawline he slowly awoke seeing Sea's beautiful face when he looked up.“Good morning my dear Sea” he said as he put his hands on her cheek and pulled her down into a deep kiss. “So did you sleep well?”“Definitely food first since we skipped dinner last night” he said with a giggle. He went to the bathroom and washed his face then came out and took Sea's hand and led her to the mess hall where many was gathered for breakfast.

Learning To Control Her Powers (yugi006 and colerie1974)|rating:3.0

The House Of Expectant Young Women. (Blinkin & LG)

IOC Note This post was originally written by Ladies Gentleman, but the thread that was created for it could not be accessed. So, I've copied the post here, in a new thread. William Cade became a doctor around the early 30s and was now fully licensed at the age of 34. His main practice was Gynecology, because it was not common that a male was a midwife; especially in the backwoods area of Texas. However, his mother was a midwife when he was young and that was part (at least from what he could gather) of where his fetish for young pregnant women came from. Of course the “miracle of life” as it was referred to was quite beautiful to him. But a pregnant woman’s body, needs to be taken care of etc. was quite more on the erotic side to him. His mother caught him one day touching himself while watching through an adjacent door while his mother was performing a mostly nude pre natal stomach massage on one of her patients when he was 16, and it was all over from there. He was no longer allowed to be present with her patients. This gave him an inner sense of pregnant women to be “forbidden” that only heightened his longing for them. He also became very much an alpha male in his youth. Enjoying the level of control and sometimes power that he could obtain in his relationships will more submissive personalities. And his girlfriends in term, got a sense of stability and protection from them. Yes the sex was very kinky and sometimes maybe a little strange to them.....but for the most part ended in pleasure on both sides. William looked great for his age. His medical background kept him eating a fairly healthy diet. Of course, he was no vegan though. He enjoyed a nice juicy steak here and there just like the next man. He also hit the gym at least 3 times a week. Furthermore, he was about 6 feet tall, lightly toned build, not skinny, but not a body builder frame per se. Furthermore, he looked especially good in his modern LT tailored suits of gray, black or blue. They showed off his broad shoulders quite nicely. He had deep hazel eyes that would change colors with his moods. Typically, a blue-green color when he was horny. (He also likes to study his patients close enough to know when they were in the mood. That way he could be a bit of a tease even if he didn’t get his “full consent of care” signed. He had dark slightly curly hair, usually cut medium length and styled like a 1920s businessman or spiked up in front like a faux-hawk. He was fair skinned, his background was Irish and Scottish. Furthermore, he wore his beard typically in a light masculine 5:00 Shadow. His ass showed that he had been working on his squats lately. And finally, the V that starts at his pelvis curves into his manhood. He wore tight-fitting European fit boxer briefs, in which showed off his bulge and the curves of his head and shaft (more description to come when it’s revealed later in our story). William came to obtain some money from his grandmother before she passed that he was able to invest into his current business. He called it “The Cade Home for Expecting Young Women” he understood that the world had secrets and that typically families who would ship their daughters to these homes wished to keep things under wraps, so as not to tarnish their religions or worse, their reputations. In fact, he was expecting a new patient today checking in at around 11:30 AM. The young and vibrant blonde named Hope Mercer. Her father answered William’s add for services online, and he had only seen a picture of her from the waste up. And this was of course pre-pregnancy. He was eager to meet her and see the wonderful and ever so subtle changes that he enjoyed. He straightened his tie on his gray suit just as his assistant Abigail knocked on his office door. “Excuse me Dr. Cade, your new in patient is here with her things.” “Thank you, Abi, I’ll follow you down.” He replied with a nod. He didn’t have many staff members on the premises as he liked to be very involved with the women he treated (for obvious reasons) and they rarely questioned his methods. Hope Mercer was nervous about this whole trip. At 16, she had gotten pregnant after her boyfriend, Keith, had said that he wished that her boobs were bigger. Of course, there wasn't any way that her father, the Rev. Steven Mercer, would ever allow his daughter to get a boob job for any reason. "God gave you what you have, mouillé happy with His bounty." But, Keith had a plan; he always had a plan and the naïve, sheltered girl had fallen hook, line and sinker for it. Hope wasn't exactly stupid, but her fundamentalist father had firm views on the discussion of sex and reproductions... you didn't talk about it at all! Keith had heard that if you put your seed inside a woman's body, it would help boobs to grow and since he wanted her C-cups to grow, she had agreed to it... they had tried lotto get them to get bigger, but all that happened was that she got pregnant. The fact that she had missed her period the first time hadn't clued her in because she was getting treatments constantly and Keith had said that it could throw her cycle off. By the time her father had realized the fact and had rushed her to a doctor to "fix the problem," it had been too late for that option. So, here she was... out of thought and out of mind; in a place that was 3 hours from her home in Tears and all alone. Nervous may not of been the right word. Daddy had been silent as he had placed her two bags inside the doorway and had left her with hardly a goodbye and driven off in his truck. The 5'6 butter-blond let her dark blue eyes take in the reception area with quick flicks from right to left as her full lips parted to try to get more air into her lungs, but it wasn't helping at all; not even her tanned features could hide the paleness of her skin. She stood in the middle of the room, the blue scrappy sundress was a little tight over her now D-cupped boobies and loose below that in an attempt to hide the already visible curve of her belly... and her once hourglass figure that still had indications of her slender waistline and full hips; what her mother had referred to as "baby birthin' hips." once. The sundress stopped just above her knees and showed off nicely toned legs and Dante feet in a pair of candles; the pale pink polish with the hint of glitter showing off in the light of the room. She was so occupied with her surroundings that she hadn't noticed that she was leaking a little and a darker spot was slowly growing over her left breast... even if she hadn't of been anxious, the fact that she had to pee... again... wasn't helping things. When she finally saw the doctor, she wasn't sure if she should be relieved or run from the house fast enough that her candles would be left behind..." Ummmm... Hi... I'm Hope... umm mm... Hope Mercer... I think Daddy called you about me coming out like this?" The Dr. indeed couldn’t help but look the young girl up and down and marvel at her for a moment. Her picture did not do her any justice and her being with child certainly did add some excellent enhancements to her figure. He tried to compose himself as he noticed the slowly darkening lactation stain that was growing on her pretty blue sundress. Little did most know he had a “thing” for women that went bra-less as well and this clearly was a sign that she wasn’t; or if she was, it was leaking right through. When his racing thoughts and wandering eyes released him (especially knowing his assistant was still present) he finally gave the girl a charming smile and outstretched his hand. Hello Miss Mercer, my staff and I have been expecting you, let us take those bags for you. You really shouldn’t be lifting things in your state after all.” He said as he motioned to the nearest male staff member to relieve her of them. “She’ll be in room 6 Jesse.” The doctor informed the young man. Dr. Cade couldn’t help but notice the slight movement and fidgety discomfort that Miss Mercer was showing, so he started in on taking control. Her father had told him briefly about her so he had an inkling about her innocence. “I’m sure the drive was a long one from where you live. You must need to go pee quite badly don’t you?” He said in an almost nurturing voice. “You May have to hold it until we get you settled in your room you know...” Dr. Cade added at the end of his sentence. There was something slightly erotic about making them hold it, and finally relieve themselves in desperation. He remembered in his teenage years how he enjoyed the tiny Moana that escaped a pregnant woman when she was finally able to empty her bladder. “We will need a urine sample from you anyway, here, I’ll walk you to it.” Hope felt her body relax a little at the manner of the doctor and his nice smile. She couldn't stop her own relieved smile that could light a dark room as she accepted his hand and felt her cheeks redden, "I'm afraid so, but I can wait a bit longer if I have to." She looked everywhere but at him as they discussed her bodily functions in public... well, there were other people in the room, so that was public enough for her. "Daddy really didn't tell me very much, just that I was going to a place that could take care of me and keep things peaceful." Her BEGAN had mentioned that she would need to find other hobbies since she was restricted from riding, and she was already too far along to look decent in her cheerleader uniform. She had a soft, pleasant voice with all the hallmarks of being born and bred (Literally) in the lone-star state. Not the refinement that you might see in Georgia belles, but even at 16, she had some poise and manners had been drilled into her at the palm of her father's hand on her backside. Hope bit her lower lip as she nodded and laid her hand on the antelope sized belly bump and winced, "Sorry, she's kicking a little hard after sitting down for so long, but I think I can give a sample... I hope you have a big jar." she smiled again to show that she was being silly and looked down at her hand, still in his. "I hope you understand if I'm a little nervous, I've never seen a man OB before, and it's a little embarrassing." No man, or boy, had seen her completely naked, not even her boyfriend and the thought that she might have to disrobe wasn't exactly filling her with ease. "MMM... shouldn't we go to my room?" she asked hesitantly. “A jar full huh!? Well good we won’t need quite that much but at least you’ll be able to go, and I completely understand Miss Mercer. And I assure you will we do what’s best for you and the baby inside your tummy. But also understand that some things must be done. He said in a friendly but still very frank tone. He then finally took her arm and walked her down a long hallway to room 6. The rooms were quite extravagant, they looked like small suites or apartments inside the home, except the obvious needed medical abilities. The rooms were furnished to make you feel that you had privacy and could completely let go of your worries. Comfortable beds, large armchairs, a few dressers and a small closet....even a rocking chair that may be used one the babies are born. Her room was painted a soft baby blue color and had a small window looking out onto the courtyard below. As Dr. Cade let the young woman in, he noticed that the staff had already taken her bags in as he instructed. Dr. Cade let go of Miss Mercer’s arm and reaches into one of the small cabinets on the wall and taking out a small urine sample cup. And then proceeded to do the first unusual practice of many. “Here we are Miss Mercer, this will be your room for your stay here. As you can see there is an attached bathroom with an oversized bathtub. If you ever want to use it please let us know so we can assist you in and out. Now...if I could trouble you for a urine sample that would be great. Normally I can assist you in getting one properly one of two ways. You can have a seat on the restroom and catch it that way or so that you don’t have to sit low. If you’d like you can sit yourself down on the bed, tuck your knees up a bit, and I’ll hold the cup in front of you so you can aim the stream right in. I know equating down and other things can be difficult” he said almost as if he were persistent about the matter. Although neither option seemed very private. “Don’t worry I’ll close the curtain to your room.” Hope blinked her big blue eyes at the suggestion that he hold the cup while she-oh, no, no no, she couldn't do that! Heck, she couldn't pee in a public bathroom, never mind in in front of someone, never mind man! The 16-year-old felt her skin flush from the hairline of her butter-blonde hair all the way to the top of her sundress in embarrassment, "Umm... it's ok Doctor, I- I think I can handle it myself." She touched her belly again, "Not that big yet." she said with a weak smile and glanced at the bathroom with a little apprehension before she stepped closer to accept the cup and wished that there was more than a curtain to separate her from anyone who walked by. "I really am tired after the trip, so I'll just... take care of things and take a nap, if that's ok? I sleep kinda heavy, so it won't bother me if there's some noise." The truth was that she could sleep through an earthquake with a stampede just for extra measure. Her mother had once commented that the dead didn't sleep so deeply and with her pregnancy, she got tired more quickly every day. "If I can just have the cup, and it'll only take a minute." She gave him as big of a smile as she could and hoped that he would just give her the darned cup. “Well Hope, if you have something to hide then there are other ways that we can do tests such as blood tests for example, but I want to avoid having to do so because we want you as comfortable as possible. It’s just that I’m the past we have had patients that have given samples that weren’t there’s. Or that have tried to skip the first test. And we of course want the very best for your child. This will not happen often, it’s typically administered at the beginning of your stay to make sure there’s no drugs or alcohol in your system.” He explained in his same matter of fact tone. He loved the way that she seemed to blush head to toe at every little private or embarrassing moment. Furthermore, he fathers wasn’t lying when he said she was a sheltered sweet little thing. His eyes found themselves taking in her curves and her baby bump. The dark stains near her tits that still remained there. Little did she know that she would have to endure quite a bit of exposure and new technique in the coming months. And she was also going to have to learn to obey her doctor. There were methods of punishment, such as spanking, but he didn’t feel it was right to introduce such measures at this time. And Hope did look very tired. “After this, I can assure you that you will be allowed plenty of rest.” He added stating deeply into her big blue eyes. His hazel eyes changing an ocean green. Hope felt her features turn an even brighter shade of red and finally nodded, "I guess it would be easier on the baby if I didn't have to squat." she admitted slowly, uncertain about what to do, but the doctor was the expert. "I'll leave myself in your capable hands." With obvious nervousness, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her very sensible cotton panties down as she lifted the bottom of the sundress up. She looked anywhere but a as the blonde curls appeared at the apex of lovely thighs. She instinctively kept her thighs pressed together and demurely tried to make a big scene of this. “Excellent” Dr. Cade said as he reached into a nearby box and pulled out a pair of latex gloves and slipped them over his hands. Normally most exams would be performed with his bare hands, but of course. He didn’t want to spook the girl too much....even though her parents had already technically signed her consent to treat form. The doctor then slowly unscrewed the cap to the small cup. He proceeded to take out a bed pan as well positioned to himself in a kneeling position in front of Hopes frame. He glanced once again into her big blue eyes, he kept his cool, but he was thoroughly enjoying these moments internally. Then his eyes met the triangle of curly blond hair between her tightly closed thighs. He ran his gloved fingers over the soft skin of her thigh almost as if to caress her. And then his hands floated just over the mound of her pubic hair. Positioning the cup just underneath her body. “Well then, go ahead and spread your legs and let’s take a look in between thoughts thighs of yours. I’m sure your anxious to relieve yourself.” He said eager to see more of her body.“I have a bed pan here to catch the excess urine. So when you're ready. Go ahead and push out and go.” Hope, more embarrassed than she had ever been in her life laid back on the edge of the bed and scooted a little further down so she wouldn't get the bed wet. "This is soon embarrassing." she said softly and closed her eyes. It took her another couple of seconds before the sound of liquid striking plastic filled the room and her urethra opened up to release her bladder. She sighed softly and tried to not think about the fact that a man that she didn't know was getting a look at everything she had... and her peeing just to add to the humiliating act. Finally, the stream became a trickle and at last a few drops before stopping entirely. But, she didn't move at all. Then, without warning, a soft snore came from the sleeping girl. “Alta girl....there we are.” The doctor muttered quietly as he collected the sample. At first, he did not realize that she had fallen asleep from exhaustion until he heard her snoring. He set the sample aside after closing it and placing the adhesive name tag around it. He then touched the button on the talkie talky like device clipped to his black button down shirt and quietly radio’d the nurse on call to come in and take the sample. Her eyebrows seemed to wrinkle as she stepped in the room seeing the patient sleeping in that position but the good doctor shh’ed her and hurried her out of the room. William went to the adjacent bathroom and quietly turned on the bathroom sink running warm water over a washcloth. He then re-entered with Hope still sleeping soundly on the bed. He pressed the warm wash cloth against her labia wiping away the droplets of urine left behind and placed it aside. Furthermore, he wasn’t sure if this would wake her or not. Furthermore, he supposed that it would be best to continue her care and the examination in the morning. But his carnal desires were telling him otherwise. His cock began to slowly swell up in his tan Kai pants making them tight. So he decided to have a bit of fun in her almost unconscious state. He slowly and quietly scooped up her lower body in his toned arms and moved her onto a move natural laying position on the bed. However, he left her cotton panties on the ground. Then he slid his hands between her soft thighs once again. Except this time he made small circular motions with his fingertips around her outer labia and occasionally moved over her clitororous. Hope muttered something in her sleep that he couldn't understand, but didn't resist as her lower half was lifted and moved; the cotton sundress slipped a little higher before she was sat down again. The shifting of the sundress exposed her rounded belly with its obvious signs of a pregnancy well on its way to delivering a healthy baby girl in a few months. The warm wash cloth had caused her eyebrows to tighten for a moment, a soft sigh and, perhaps perhaps surprising, her fat nipples appeared under the dress as the already tight material outlined what promised to be spectacular mounds. Another soft gasp came from the sleeping young woman at his touch and her hips shifted a bit along with a soft moan that contained a name that he couldn't quite understand, but the girl slept as deeply as her father had suggested over the phone. Dr. Cade now had an angel and a demon on his shoulder. Just about everything that drove him wild was happening right in front of him. His cock was now at full length and hard in his pants pressing uncomfortably at the seems. Should he take advantage of the young woman’s exhausted slumber and slip his cock inside her stimulated teen aged opening and have his way with her? Or should he try to have her mouth fall open and fuck her throat? Either way it would not technically be consensual, but his urges burned inside of him, and would she wake up? He thought to himself. She most certainly would wit either action. He struggled to try and hear what she mumbled in her sleep to no avail....but in her bodies' reaction to how he was stimulating her she seemed to be at least unconsciously enjoying it. Plus....he was in control.“Oh Miss Mercer, you’re going to be trouble for me” he muttered quietly. As he contemplated his next move he took advantage of the part of her that was now exposed upon repositioning her on the bed. He ran his right hand over the soft round cantaloupe sized belly protruding from her dress. And with his left he decided to undo his Kai pants to at least give relief from the pressure. This caused his 8-inch cock to spring out from the slit in his boxer briefs it was thick full of Perth and pulsating. And the wait band put some delightful pressure against His balls beneath the underwear. He then stroked the tip of his cock gently. Hope shivered softly at the touch on her belly, her eyebrows tightened again in reaction, but she sighed, and a little smile formed on her soft lips, "Oh, Baby, I'm happy too, our little girl." she said dreamily and rolled onto her side and curled her legs up, "MMM, but my boobies are already getting bigger, do we have to do another treatment?" Obviously, Hope talked in her sleep and was already in dreamland with her young lover. "Not right now, Honey, they ache too much right now... ok, ok, I'll put it in my mouth, ok?" Hope, innocent little hope opened her mouth and her pink tongue could be seen moving slowly back ND forth as if she were trying to please him. Hope rolled over and put her back to him, her bare ass on perfect display for the good doctor along with her damp folds. Dr. Cade’s eyes brightened, and he smiled to himself when he finally realized she was in a deep sleep and dreaming of her boyfriend who tricked her into her current situation. If he was around he would shake his hand, no matter how much of a tool He truly was. Her soft lips and pink tongue were tempting, it had been some time since he had gotten good head. But, not often did he get a chance to experience an already stimulated pregnant pussy and have the lady involved think it was just another dream about their current lover. The doctor put a sign outside her door that the Home used when they were doing more private examinations such as pelvic exams so that he wouldn’t be interrupted. He then laid next to the young teen on the bed and reached down playfully and gently spreading her cheeks. Taking a look at her cute pink folds and an occasional glance at her butthole. Even in her sleep she was still using the word boobies. So he leaned into her ear whispering as if he were her lover. “Yes baby, I know your boobies are tender and big, but in the morning after your treatment, I’ll massage them and even squeeze some of the milk out for you.” He said. The doctor then proceeded to get a bit of saliva in His hands and rub it into her folds softly and with the remainder he massages into the swollen head of his 8 inches. Finding her opening and a little rougher than he meant to (being so excited) he shoved himself inside of her waiting pussy and started to thrust in and out. He probably should have kept quiet. But the warmth of her sex was euphoric “Ohhh my God......mummy” he muttered as he took her sideways. One hand resting on her growing belly again. Hope's eyes shot open, wide in shock and surprise as something too big was moved into her hard and deep. "Oh!" she was struck dumb for several seconds as she felt it thrust in and back out several times in a hard, rough motion that hit her cervix with each hard thrust. "Whey-" was cut off by another thrust that caused her heavy breasts to bounce; her perpetually hard nipples rubbed against the cotton of the does; it was all that the young woman could do to grab the arm about her for dear if as her sleep idled mind tried to fit together what was happening with the most intense sensations of her life radiating from her core. The doctor’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach as Hope was abruptly awakened. It made sense that she would with the sensation of a cock thrusting into her, but he had hoped that she may somehow stay asleep and remember it as some sort of vivid dream with her lover as it clearly started out to be. But it was too late now. William did his very best to keep the young woman’s gaze towards the opposite end of the room, maybe she wouldn’t realize who took advantage of her in the night, either way, he had to maintain control at all costs. He was equally surprised when Hope grabbed onto his arm tightly. And her swollen breasts started to bounce in reaction to his thrusts. He probably should have stopped what he was doing immediately but the feeling her little blonde pussy overtook him. With his cock continuing to fuck her he kept one hand over her baby belly and used the free one to grab at her boobies pinching her hard nipples through the cotton material. He usually could hold out quite a long time stamina wise, but will the entire situation coming together he felt the familiar warning of his cock pulsating, signally that if he chose not to pull out, the young girl would receive her first cream pie from her doctor, except the times making love to her boyfriend. Hope's body responded in spite of herself, her little, tight, grasping passage squeezed his thrusting cock with surprising force as a soft moan slipped from her full lips. The pinch on her nipple caused her back to arch and her bare bottom to press firmly back against him... her sharp gasp flowed across the room. "Daddy, please not in me THS time." she whispered hoarsely, "I'll be good, I won't tell anyone, I promise you'll hurt the baby." Dr. Cade barely caught what the girl was saying in the heat of the moment, if it had been revealed earlier he may have pulled out....but he was already past the point of no return to give it a second thought. Luckily, he knew this situation would not hurt the healthy baby girl inside her womb and that couples had sexed all the way up until the birth of the child. This did, however, confirm that somewhere deep down she needed a dominant “Daddy” male figure to train and take care of her, and it was going to be enjoyable....for both of them eventually, for now she would have to learn. William buried his mouth into the pillow to muffle sounds that his staff may hear, he moaned fairly loudly into the pillow as his cock shot warm cum deep inside her. He held himself inside of her letting it all unload his pelvic area pressed firmly against her bare bum. Then in an attempt to bring her back to the dream sequence that may be more pleasant and of course if she wasn’t mostly awake. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “That was a good treatment baby girl, your boobies are going to look great when you deliver in a few months.” He then gave her a kiss on her full pouty lips. William then pulled himself out of her slowly and returned her barely there sundress to an appropriate position. He was a little concerned about what she may or may not remember in the morning but for now he had to get cleaned up. He rushed to slip his boxer briefs and Kai pants on. His cock still wet and mostly hard. He left the young girl to sleep in her room and headed to his quarters and office to shower off. He certainly could smell like sex the following morning. Hope puckered her lips in a soft sleepy kiss and sighed softly, "know you want my boobies bigger, Baby." as the almost awake 16-year-old drifted back off to sleep. The next morning, Hope woke slowly and looked at the room in confusion for several long moments before recognition came to her. She sat up and started to stretch when her eyes blinked and a Scott, "Oh!" escaped her full, soft lips. She lifted her rumpled sundress to look at her bare hips and the dried remains of semen. "Oh... ERM..." she looked about quickly and slipped off of the ed, moving slowly as if she was a little sore, and slipped into the bathroom to clean up. She didn't want anyone to know that she had messed herself again, but it seemed to happen every time she had a sex-dream... although she hadn't been this sore since she had lost her virginity. It would never occur to her that her boyfriend, or another male, might of slipped into her room for a light night fuck before slipping back out again. By the time Hope had awoken and started to clean up in the bathroom the good doctor had already begun his. He sat in his office in the large comfortable desk chair and a large dark oak colored desk. He was reminded by his assistant that he still needed to finish up the boarding and treatment papers for their new patient. Hope had arrived Thursday even, and it was now late morning on Friday. He allowed himself and his small staff to dress more casually on Fridays as they got ready to enjoy the weekend with their families. William stayed at the home because it doubled as his living quarters as well as a care center, he was....very dedicated to his work and his patients. As he filled the papers out he couldn’t stop Daydreaming about the late night romp with the dreaming girl. It was like the start of living out a fantasy, and he couldn’t wait to work with her more. His assistant came to the door knocking on the entryway, “Excuse me Dr. Cade, I was just wondering if you’d like some breakfast? And I believe that Miss Mercer is awake as well. Would you like me to check on her?” Dr. Cade thought for a moment and smiled back at his assistant. “Yes that would be great, she’ll bed to eat as well, I’m sure she’s starving.” *especially after last night* he thought to himself. Dr. Cade wore an army green t-shirt that defined his lean muscles even more than before with a tailored v-neck. And some tailored blue jeans with comfortable looking, clean white sneakers. He ran his fingers slowly through his dark curly hair as he took a bite of the toast from his plate and dipped on his coffee. He enjoyed how the entire clinic would fill with the smell when the cooks would fix breakfast. Dr. Cade’s assistant walked slowly down the hall to room 6, knocking on the frame of the door per routine and slowly pulling back the curtain. “Miss Mercer? Are you ready for breakfast?” She called... Hope stepped from the bathroom with a towel wrapped about her body, her hair looked like she had just woken up, and she felt like she had to pee, but when the nurse knocked, she really didn't want to be caught peeing, or in the shower for that matter.... except she hadn't found a shower in the bathroom, but a tub that she dreaded trying to get in and out of. "MMM... hi." she said and offered a warm smile, "I am a bit hungry, so breakfast would be nice... do I go someplace, or do I eat in here?" she asked and considered her bags and the clothing she still had to put away. The nurse explained her schedule for the day; a breast exam with a check on her lactation for after breakfast and a pelvic exam in the afternoon. They would draw some good to get a baseline on everything, and they encouraged her to get out and explore as exercise was good for the baby. Hope smiled again and nodded, "MMM... Can someone help me with the bathtub? I would really like to get clean before I try to eat anything. Thank God my morning sickness finally stopped." She made a face and lightly rubbed her not so small bump as if to make sure that her baby was still there. The tall athletic build brunette met her warm smile with one back. She was a fairly young nurse probably just out of college and about 7 years past Hope’s teenage. She had a wonderful smile, and you could tell she took good care of it. It seemed Dr. Cade preferred to have attractive people around him at any age. “Oh goodness, yes doll, I’d be happy to help you into the tub. I’m sure the doc wouldn’t mind if I helped you in and out while he finishes breakfast and your paperwork. I’m Whitney by the way, I’m the day morning and Day shift nurse. Holly will be your night nurse. You’ll probably meet her this evening in between your visits with the doc.” She explained. She walked over and pulled the curtain to Hopes room and then quickly went back into the bathroom where the young lady stood in the clean white towel. Furthermore, she knelt near the tub and started to run the bath water. The nurse was thorough in making sure the temperature of the water was comfortable, not to hot, not too cold....just right. “There’s nothing like a nice warm bath to start and end your day with relaxation.” She said cheerily making conversation. The nurse even reached over to a bottle of bubble bath that smelled lightly of lavender and mixed it with the running water. Soft fluffy white bubbles started to fill the oversized jacuzzi style porcelain tub. When it was full she stopped the flow of water. A couple of droplets slowly falling with an audible plop as the valve was closed.“There we are Miss Mercer, now then,” she said standing behind Hopes body and wrapping an arm around her waste and a hand on her arm again to support her and ease her into the tub. Would you like me to take the towel now or would you like me to help you in and then take it so you have some privacy?” Whitney was probably the only one of the staff that was not adamant and somewhat aggressive in her approach. She almost had a motherly nature to her.“And don’t worry, just us girls here now. I’ve got the same parts as you minus some of those great curves.” She joked with a wink. Hope gave her that patented Texas smile as the nurse's attitude rubbed off a little. "It's nice to meet you, Whitney, please call me Hope. Like Momma, I tend to not stand on ceremony much." She laughed softly and nodded, "The curves are what got me in trouble to begin with. My boyfriend didn't think my boobies were big enough and told me that putting his stuff in me would make them bigger. . Well... they're bibigger." she smiled rely and handed her the towel. "I'm sure I ain't got nothing you haven't seen before. I'm just not use to a bathtub this big and in the floor like that; it looked like an awfully big step." With a sigh, Hope settled gingerly into the hot water, her sore nether regions not caring for the hot water at first. "I guess I'm a little sore from the trip still. Who would have thought that having a baby would make riding in a truck for 3 hours would leave a girl sore in those places." Hope proved herself a chatterbox as she washed herself and took a few extra moments to shampoo her blonde locks before she was ready to stand again. "Their, I feel loads better, and I'm starving!" She smiled again, "I've been eating like a horse for weeks now, please tell me that you have anything besides oatmeal?" Whitney didn’t even realize that she had stayed in the bathroom as Hope bathed. She got lost in the conversation with her. She reminded her of one of her younger sisters or a friend that was just starting life, and she had to smile a bit when she heard the way she described her boyfriend wanting her boobs to get bigger. *some boyfriend, I bet he didn’t want to stick around for the results of putting his ‘stuff’ in her.* but outwardly the nurse just listened to Hope’s story as she washed off her body. She did have to admit that Hope was a very attractive pregnant teen, but her job was there to help her. Whitney grabbed a fresh towel for Hope as she finished up with her bath and returned it around the girl’s wet body. “Oh yes, we certainly have more than oatmeal. I believe today they made some nice warm cheese grits with biscuits and gravy. And I think they may even allow you to have a little bacon.” She said with a wink. She made sure to take care helping her out of the tub. “Now Darlin’ will you need any help drying off or getting dressed? If you do, I’m happy to help. If not I’ll see you downstairs in the dining area to the left.” She explained.Meanwhile, Doctor Cade glanced at Hope’s schedule for the day. She had a breast and lactation exam one after another right after breakfast. The excitement welled up in him quickly again with anticipation of getting his hands on her glowing body again and maybe to see more of her body as well. Hope shook her head and smiled shiny, "I can do it, thank you, Whitney." she said as she accepted the towel and wrapped it about herself before she began to towel dry her mane of butter-blonde locks. "I'll come down for breakfast in a few minutes." she replied, her voice muffled by the towel for the moment.15 minutes later, the 16-year-old sat down at the table, dressed in another scrappy sundress of bright blue. She had started wearing them almost exclusively when the heat of summer had arrived and her usual shorts and t-shirts hadn't fit her anymore and her bump started to become evident. Her breasts were tender, and she had foregone a bra for the comfort of not having them restrained and comfortable. She limited herself to a cheese owlet and a single biscuit and sausage gravy to go with the glass of iced tea... decaf... and her secret addiction, a chocolate tart. With her breakfast done, she was shown to the doctor's exam room and asked to put on a gown and wait for the doctor to arrive. Uncomfortably clad in the backless gown and her panties, Shevat nervously on the exam table and tried to not fidget. Dr. Cade could be heard walking slowly down the hallway to the exam room staring at Hope’s chart. He still was holding in his excitement to see the butter-blonde and gown clad young woman. And by this time he assumed that she did not realize that he had her in her room the night before. He knocked on the door frame and slowly pulled back the curtain. “Good afternoon Hope, I hope you have enjoyed your stay for your first night here.” He said setting down the chart on the table and walking over to Hope’s side where she sat on the exam table. The good doctor placed a hand gently on her left shoulder. “I see that Whitney was able to give you your schedule for today, looks like a breast exam and lactation check as well as a pelvic exam is scheduled for today. Do you mind if we take a look at those big full boobies of yours?” He asks rubbing the top of her gown near her collar bone gently. Her skin felt soft, and she smelled lovely after her bubble bath. He also ran his fingers a bit through her butter blonde locks. He knew she was his as long as she stayed at the home.... Hope turned her head as the doctor stepped into the exam room, "Good mornin' Doctor, Yes, thank you, I slept like the dead. " She smiled shiny as her cheeks turned a soft pink, "I always sleep that way; Momma has always said that I would sleep through a world war and a stampede and never so much as stir. She always has to come in and wake me up in the mornings, or I'd sleep half of the mornin' away." Hope bit her lower lip lightly to keep herself from talking too much and nodded, "Yeah, she told me about the exams... I'm sorry if I seem a little nervous; I've never had a male doctor doing the exam before and... well... I'm a little embarrassed." She took a deep breath that pressed her breasts against the gown for a moment and nodded, "Ok, I shouldn't be nervous, I mean, you're a doctor, and you've probably seen so many breasts that they all look the same by now." She reached back and untied the neck of the gown and let it slip from her shoulders to lay in her lap; her heavy breasts reacted to the slightly cool air of the exam room by her Naples hardening to an impressive half of an inch. Furthermore, she smiled again s her cheeks darkened more deeply; her eyes looked at anything but him as she struggled with herself to not cover them, "My boobies are a little tender this morning." she admitted in a voice that was raised only slightly. Almost as quickly as Hope's breasts reacted to the air the doctor's body reacted too once they were finally fully revealed to him. He got a glimpse and a feel of them the previous night, but this was the first that they were completely out in the open. The girl's southern drawl and the way she turned red was so cute to him. After all he was a doctor and he knew what was best for her. "Magnificent, they look like they are growing at a very healthy rate." He said standing in front of her on the exam table. "I promise I will be as gentle as possible with them and mind the tenderness as I begin the exam.....look hard perky those nipples are." He added as he cupped both of her heavy tits starting from the bottom and wiggled them a bit. The beginning of the exam felt more like a teenage boy seeing breasts for the first time rather than a professional. Then he squeezed and rubbed the tips of her hardened pink nipples between his fingertips. He even gave them a ginger squeeze." How does that feel Hope?" He asked looking deeply into the girls big eyes again. Hope couldn't help but watch as he hefted first one, then the other tit, his thumb brushed her nipple and her breath caught for a moment. Her back arched unconsciously while a soft whimper came from parted lips; her breathing quickened as he examined her. "I-I-it's o-ok..." she said breathing and closed her eyes when his fingers pinched her hard nipples "Oh..." she breathed out and shifted on the table. It's.... MMM.... nice." she breathed out as a dribble of breast milk ran over his fingers "Why does doctor's offices always have to be so warm?" she asked the room in general; her folds began to moisten in response to his playing with her titties. “Good, your lactation seems to be doing well.” He muttered as he continued to squeeze and move the flesh of her tits and prominent nipples causing more milk to squirt and dribble a few times. Anyone could tell that he was enjoying himself. “I’m sure they are very sensitive, I think it’s best that we massage and play with them for a few moments. He said noticing her thighs moving together and her slightly fidgety movements. Keith probably did not know much about using pleasure and a little toughness to cause pleasure with women’s breasts. He continued to massage her skin and muscle occasionally pulling and pinching her nipples. Once again he started to become a little hard in his jeans which he didn’t make much of an effort to hide.“You know Hope, you can always feel free to touch yourself if at any time you feel aroused during these exams. I know at as a teenager and especially being pregnant that a lot of tension can build up. And your hormones can get uncontrollable. I know I’m your OB doc, but I won’t judge you, nor make a scene of it....we sometimes even encourage it when it gets close to time for you to go into labor because it helps with contractions. So you’re welcome to practice.” He suggested. It seemed that with each examination Dr. Cade became more forward. Hope felt her cheeks flush, the blush ran nearly to the heavy breasts in his hands, She smiled shiny and closed her eyes, "This is soon embarrassin'." she said hesitantly and made herself open her eyes, the accent had thickened with her nerves until there would be no doubt in the mind of a deaf man that she was from deep in the state. "I-I'm afraid that I... MMM..." she looked away and bit her lower lip, "I don't know how." She took a deep breath and let it out again, slowly, "Daddy doesn't approve of it, you might say. He's very devout an' you know what they say about... MMM... self gratification of the flesh..." Her cheeks grew darker as she spoke, "If anyone in his house was caught doing-" She tried to ignore dampness under her that was growing quickly as he massaged and... played... with her breasts. "-that... well, we try to avoid the back of the shed as much as we avoid even thinkin' about it." “I understand your father’s beliefs. And I suppose that most of the time it’s good to listen to your Daddies....*ahem* Daddy. But that must be difficult to resist certain urges. Especially when you’re not quite sure how to take care of them.” He replied all the while looking into Hope’s big eyes as they discussed more and more intimate subjects together. “I think it’s definitely more of a learning experience for girls. As boys at a young age, I think that because we get such full and hard erections that our first instincts are to stroke our cocks until the pressure releases....and we always appreciate the fact that women can help us relieve ourselves too in the best of ways.” The good doctor finally let the girls heavy breasts rest sensing that she probably had a small puddle forming underneath her just simply from giving her boobies attention. He looked down at his clipboard and back at the still half exposed Hope. “Well, you are also scheduled for a pelvic exam as well. So would you kindly do you best to turn over and go on your hands and knees for me, and stick your bum out for me. I’ll do the exam and maybe teach you about a few sensitive areas?” Hope felt her cheeks heat as the conversation turned more intimate and her breathing increased the more that he examined her breasts. "I-I feel guide... you know... down there." she said and shifted on the smooth surface of the exam table to try to relieve the itch between her legs. She nodded distractedly when he told her to get on her hands and knees, it seemed an odd way to examine her-best to not think about that! She was already so embarrassed that it felt like her whole body was on fire. "Of course Doctor." she said in a soft voice and carefully rolled over onto her stomach; flashing him her panties covered butt as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees on the table; the gown fell to the floor to leave the 16-year-old blonde in nothing but her yellow panties. She knew that there was a wet spot on her undies, but there wasn't anything that she could do about it bout close her eyes and hope that this was over soon. "I'm willing to do whatever I need to for my baby, Doctor." She shifted a little and pressed her butt back toward him as her heavy breasts shifted under her. “Looks like we did get a little wet back here.” William said with almost delight in his tone. The tips of his fingers pressed her soft yellow cotton panties against the moisture stain tracing the lines of her folds from behind and rubbing ever so gently. Then he slipped his fingers into the lining of her underwear and slowly pulled them down giving him a nice full view of her tight teen pussy and light pink rose bud. His fingers glided between her bare but cheeks and around the rim of her asshole, teasing it slightly to see how she would react. Dr. Cade then reached for on of the girls hands resting on the exam table and guided it over the blonde curly mound of hair to the top of her outer lips, pressing her finger against the area where her clit would be. “Rub here in a circular motion.” He instructed. Then the doctor knelt behind the exam table. A bit of warm saliva building up in his mouth. His warm wet tongue slipped between her lips from behind flicking it slowly and licking her top to bottom of her slit. He used his now free hands to keep her butt spread wide as he began to give the teen her first oral and rim job. Stopping briefly for another forward question. “How do you like that Hope? Do you like these two areas played with?” “Looks like we did get a little wet back here.” William said with almost delight in his tone. The tips of his fingers pressed her soft yellow cotton panties against the moisture stain tracing the lines of her folds from behind and rubbing ever so gently. Then he slipped his fingers into the lining of her underwear and slowly pulled them down giving him a nice full view of her tight teen pussy and light pink rose bud. His fingers glided between her bare but cheeks and around the rim of her asshole, teasing it slightly to see how she would react. Dr. Cade then reached for on of the girls hands resting on the exam table and guided it over the blonde curly mound of hair to the top of her outer lips, pressing her finger against the area where her clit would be. “Rub here in a circular motion.” He instructed. Then the doctor knelt behind the exam table. A bit of warm saliva building up in his mouth. His warm wet tongue slipped between her lips from behind flicking it slowly and licking her top to bottom of her slit. He used his now free hands to keep her butt spread wide as he began to give the teen her first oral and rim job. Stopping briefly for another forward question. “How do you like that Hope? Do you like these two areas played with?”

The House Of Expectant Young Women. (Blinkin & LG)|rating:1.0

The Deadly Assassin (Filled by LitShark)

Bijou the Dark Wind Assassin... She is a rather unusual character to say the least. Most in her line of trade would say that they came from a not so usual background filled with death, abuse or maybe even rap but Bijou? She was an ordinary farmers daughter who grew up with unusual talents and a liking for rather dark things. Her parents loved her, gave her anything she could possibly want that they could afford and encouraged her to find a husband to start her own family. Unlike any other farmers daughter she devoted herself to learning the ways of the sword and at first it all seemed innocent until that faithful day. She was only nineteen that day, the day that turned her like into what it now is. Bijou was sparing against another student, a student she didn't much care for and a student that constantly teased her for being the only girl in the class. She had a wicked idea as their blades crossed one another and usually her ideas got her into trouble but couldn't deny them. She wanted to teach the boy a lesson, make him feel out of place like he did to her every day so with a simple twist of her wrist she let the blade fall down upon his wrist. The sharp blade quickly sliced through the flesh and bone. The room was filled with a loud cry as the hand that still held the sword fell to the mats, and she stood there with a dark smirk along her crimson lips. That was the day that her parents couldn't bare it any longer, they let her pack up her things and hours later she was walking the streets alone. With sword in hand and everything she had left in the world over her shoulder she traveled from city to city. Every criminal she meet saw her as easy pray but when they were left bleeding to death on the streets they thought differently. An old assassin took her in teaching her everything he knew and upon her first job she inherited her name. She moved as quick and silently like the wind, but she held such a dark aura they began to call her the Dark Wind Assassin. She took any job that came her way as long as it paid well. As the years passed her by she became known as one of the most ruthless assassins known to man and now at the age of twenty-four a rather big job landed in her lap. She didn't care who it was or what they did to deserve a death by her hand she just did it for the thrill of it as well as the money. The kill was easy she slipped into a rather large governmental building, he was alone no wife for her to have to deal with, and he was already asleep. She had crept her long slender body onto his bed placing a hand over his mouth so he couldn't scream as he woke up, she liked her hits to see her before she cut them into pieces. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow in the moon light almost making her look like a twisted heavenly creature. As his eyes opened he couldn't believe such a beautiful woman was laying on top of him and for a moment she could see in his eyes that he thought this was a joke. That was until she pulled the dagger out and placed it to his throat, then he began to squirm. She reached up with her free hand moving strands of her long black hair out of her gray eyes, and she looked down at him with a dark wicked smile. She couldn't decide just what to do with him and as she moved her hand off his mouth she stuffed a cloth in his mouth. Her hands worked quickly as she tied his up as well as his feet, and she moved the tip of the dagger to his bare chest running it along his skin to cut her name into it. He screamed out against the gag for help as she finished up the Japanese symbols, and she smiled quiet proud of herself. She didn't want to waist too much time with the man so with a simple flick of the wrist she sliced open his throat, and she giggled as the blood splattered her as well as the surrounding bed. It was then that she heard a soft knock at the door,"My Lord I heard some noises are you alright?" Shit, she had been too careless to not think they would check up on him and a few seconds later the door opened. The girl took one look at Bijou straddling the now dying lord and screamed out for help. She had half a mind to slit the girl's throat as well, but she needs as much time to get out of the building as possible. She pushed off the bed and in few seconds later she slipped out the window like the wind. It was a cold night to say the least, the howling wind outside the Osama estate causing the candles to flicker and dance upon their wicks. The long shadows joined in the synchronized dance, growing long and short as they countered the movement of the flames. Despite the myriad distractions, Masaru Osama sat, with his legs crossed, and his jaw set, focusing his mind on everything and nothing at the same time. He allowed his thoughts to fade away and his consciousness to expand. Something was hindering his meditation though, something more than the howling wind and dancing flame. Something in the house was off, something dark and unwelcome was clouding his mind. Just as Maseru decided to do a brief sweep of the halls, to assuage his concerns, the candle in his room flickered out, leaving behind only darkness and the strong smell of smoke. It was a very bad omen, and did not bode well for the night. Just as Maseru was reaching for his Katina he heard a scream echo through the halls of the mansion. In one swift and silent motion, he had taken up his sword by the lacquered sheath, slid the light door to his room open and broken into a full sprint down the hallway toward the Northern end of the property. Masaru’s footfalls rained almost silently over the hardwood floors as he ran at a blinding speed, his arms angled behind him the way he had been taught, making a V with his upper body to reduce resistance. When he got close enough to recognize the screams he felt the cold chill of fear washing over him, as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped down his back. The screams were coming from Main Jun, fiancé to You Osama, Maseru’s older brother and beloved ruler of the region. Maseru ran faster still, terrified that something had gone wrong, that some terror had befallen his brother or his betrothed. Both of Maseru’s parents had been killed in the years of warring states before his brother was able to achieve the tenuous peace that had kept this land stable and under one rule for so many blessed years of peace and prosperity. Maseru could only pray that Main’s screams didn’t herald the end of that era. When Maseru reached Main’s side, his heels slid to a halt just outside his brother’s door and the sick feeling of grief and loss pounded into his chest. While the young woman clung to the open door, still screaming and sobbing, Maseru could only stare, dumbstruck by the sight that he beheld inside the room. From floor to ceiling, his brother’s blood had sprayed forth through the unnatural gash in his throat which could have only been made by an expertly crafted blade. You’s eyes were open, though decidedly sightless. His eyes which had always burned so brightly with life, optimism and ambition could no longer hold the light as they stared vacantly up at the ceiling which was sprayed with countless tiny drops of his blood, already darkening to a brownish color as they dried.“W-who?” Maseru stammered, his usually nimble legs refusing to move from that spot where they seemed to be nailed in place. “Why? How? Dear God, why?” Masaru saw the wind whipping through the nearby window, it must have been how the killer escaped. As the chief of the guard it was Maseru’s duty to pursue whoever had done this, to catch them before they could escape, but his body simply wouldn’t comply. As Maseru took his first step into the moonlit room toward the window, he felt his knees give out, and he sank to the floor. After spending his entire life training his mind and body for just such a situation, he found that neither could bear the burden. Then Maseru began to crawl, driven by honor to avenge his brother who he could not protect. His pride no longer existed, and his composure that most people thought defined him was gone as well. As his hands reached the blood soaked sheets, Maseru dragged himself across the floor to his deceased brother, leaning over his body.“Who could have done this?” Maseru seethed, a single tear winding is way down his face. “How could this have happened? It should have been me. It should have been me!” The sound of the guards racing through the palace could be heard through the open window, lanterns and heavy armor clanking and jingling to and fro as word of the Lord’s murder spread through the estate. If it had been any other day, Maseru would have led the charge and victory would have been a certainty. But on this dark night, for this foulest of murders, the Captain of the guard was rendered useless and there was no victory worth achieving. Only vengeance. There would be plenty of time for vengeance once the grieving was done. Even the wind seemed to wail for the loss of Lord Osama. It hadn't been an easy escape from the estate without being seen by the guards that were desperately searching for their Lord's murder. It seemed that her target had been loved more by his men then she had expected, most of her hits were of criminals or people that weren't usually missed too much. Maybe in the end she should have followed her gut and said no to the job but it was so hard when they pushed all that money in front of her. Bijou just hopped that the girl that she had left alive didn't remember much about her appearance, it was a general one like any other Japaneses women but what Bijou didn't know was that her targets fiancé had seen a very unusual characteristic about her loves murder. Aijou at a young age had a tattoo of a dragon placed from her cheek near her ear lob, and it spanned down the side of her neck then onto her back. The girl had seen the dragon's head on the side of Bijou's neck, and she only told one person of what she had seen, the brother of her ex soon to be husband. The Dark Wind Assassin had easily slipped out of the city with herself still intact and no one seeing her besides that women. She took shelter in a bar that hired hit men liked to call how, and it seemed that the news of her kill had even hit home here. She sighed softly as she ordered another container of sake, and she sat there sipping on it slowly enjoying her ramen as well. She has worn a rather revealing red kimono with black Sakura flowers along it and the men continued to look at her because of it but by now they had learned to just look. The last man, it didn't matter how drunk he was, that touched her had his arm broken and then his fingers chopped off so he could never touch her again. She sat there enjoying herself, but something still bugged her, and it was the fact that she had left that women alive. Not once had she ever left anyone alive on a job that had seen her, it made it so they couldn't put a face to her Assassin name and the people that hired her were too scared that she would kill them as well if they told anyone what she looked like. But now all of that has changed she just hopped for her sake as well as the women's that she had been in too much shock to remember any details as to what she looked like. [Guru posting this to subscribe to the thread] Maseru sat in silence, staring straight ahead as the priest ranted on about the pleasures and satisfaction that awaited Lord You in the afterlife. Maseru didn’t care what the priest said or what the masses that surrounded him believed, because whether it was joy, rapture, enlightenment or reincarnation that his brother had ascended to, it had no bearing on the here or the now. Where You was so desperately needed and so missed. The sobs could be heard from the front to the back of the crowded temple, with more still crowded outside, huddling in around the entrance, desperate to be a part of their beloved Lord’s final public appearance. The years of bloody clan wars and vengeful bloodletting had been put to an end, at least on the grand scale, by You and his message of forgiveness and tolerance. You had always been a people person, even when he was young, people found his heartfelt smile and sincere way of speaking to be irresistible. He was a born politician and when he displayed his commitment to his own ideals by decreeing that none should seek revenge for the murder of his parents, an edict that even Maseru was forced to obey, he earned the respect of friend and foe alike. As a ruler, You dedicated his power and influence to putting an end to the cycle of violence that had seemed endless for decades prior, assigning harsher penalties for murders committed in the name of vengeance. It wasn’t long before the murders stopped and the warring clans no longer had cause to shed the blood of their enemies. With the powerful clans no longer locked in their individual blood feuds, You was able to unify the surrounding provinces under one rule, his rule and legislate improvements. Roads were built, schools repaired and rebuilt, shrines improved and trade routes established. It was truly a reign of peace and prosperity, one many hoped Maseru would continue. Despite the wishes of the people and the pleas of his brother’s advisors, Maseru had no intention of taking over his brother’s reign. The two of them were far too different and Maseru knew that he stood little chance of filling his brother’s massive shoes. While You had been a born politician, Maseru was a born warrior; far less inclined toward mercy and forgiveness, rather, inclined toward strengthening his mind and body, honing his abilities and striving for new levels of mastery. It was Maseru’s time to speak now, the priest yielded the stage to him and as the young warrior rose from his seat a renewed hush fell over the crowd. Those in attendance were hoping that Maseru’s eulogy would give them hope, that he would take up his brother’s vacant post and stay the course. Even the sobbing of the maidens ceased as everyone watched with intent focus as the only blood heir to the Osama legacy took the stage.“My brother, Lord You Osama, was a great man. He lived a life free of malice and corruption.” Maseru began softly, his voice steely and resolved as his eyes. “As a noble Lord, there was none better, but as a brother he was simply beyond compare. The kindness and generosity for which he is so beloved of his subjects, pales compared to his love and devotion to his family.” A few spattered sobs and faint sniffles passed through the gathered assemblage as people who knew him best remembered him as a man rather than a ruler.“However, I am not my brother. I do not possess his gentle ways, or his charismatic nature. I am a man of the sword, and as such I shall not assume my brother’s rank. Furthermore, I lack the things that made him great, and possess only the qualities that he so often railed against in leaders.” Maseru spoke louder and more forcefully, speaking over the growing din of frantic murmurs and hushed conversations. “But what I lack in my brother’s abilities as a politician and a leader, I make up for in doubled devotion. For my failure as his bodyguard I hereby pledge my life to avenging his death. The days of peace and forgiveness are over, the last chapter inked in the blood of my fallen brother. While I admire his principals and convictions, I can no longer share in them. I only pray that You will understand this when we meet once again in the afterlife. May he rest in peace.” By now the crowd was nearly in a riotous uproar, Maseru’s words ringing in their ears like blasphemy. They couldn’t believe that he would tarnish their family name by swearing vengeance, an act completely against You’s beliefs and legacy. They taunted him, admonished him and some even spat on him; but Maseru didn’t care. He was single-minded in his resolve to find his brother’s murderer, and so he would. Masaru pulled from his kimono pocket the small book where he had copied down the name which had been carved into his brother’s flesh as he exited the temple, turning to the page where he had sketched out the dragon tattoo that Main had described to him, along with a few rough sketches of the woman herself, drawn from her descriptions.“Bijou…” Maseru muttered to himself, pushing through the hoards of people gathered outside, directing himself toward the slums. “I will find you.” Bijou sighed softly in her seat in the bar. The smoke was beginning to get to her as she sipped at her sake and her cheeks began to turn red due to the over consumption of the alcohol. She had found out that night just who she had killed a couple nights ago, he was the Lord of the city she now hides in, and it seemed that the criminals that surrounds her wanted him dead just as much as the men that paid her. He became loved by his people because of the peace that he brought to the lands and if it was possible it brought a twinge of guilt to her dark heart, but she fixed that with all the sake she had drank down. She was rather bored at the current moment and as a fresh face walked into the bar she was cured of that quickly. She placed money down on the table and got up from her seat to make her way over to him. The assassin slid an arm around the man's waist giving him a seductive smile as she began to pull him in the directions of the room. One look at how beautiful as well as how drunk she was, and he was in for a night he will never forget even as he is rotting in hell. She let him enjoy his night of passion with her and once he was spent it was then that her fun began. While he lay there tired on the bed she quickly tied him to the bed posts making him think that he was in for more fun but as she crawled up onto the bed with a dagger in her hand he began to cry out for help. She stuffed a rag in his mouth to muffle the sound and set to work in carving her name into his chest as she had done her last victim, but she didn't simple just cut this ones throat. This one she would have some fun with first. Despite his bleeding chest the sick bastard was still turned on, and she proceeded to us his hard cock for her own pleasurable tying a note around his dick so he couldn't cum. She rode him to her shuttering end and when she was finished with him, she quickly cut the hard rod off his body. She giggled wickedly as she tossed the useless piece of flesh off to the side and then turned the dagger around in her hand so she held the blade. Furthermore, she began to rape the poor bastard with the hilt of the dagger until he began to cry in pain, and it was then that she decided to end the man's torment. Furthermore, she crawled back onto his bleeding body quickly slicing a deep cut into the man's throat and just like her last victim she was sprayed with his blood. She left him there bleeding to death the blood soaking the bedsheets and mattress as she climbed into a bath she had prepared an hour ago. The water was now cold, but she didn't mind. She closed her eyes soaking in the water that was as cold as her soul to let the blood run off her body and into it. She left the room as it was the man cut up, the mattress soaked with blood and a bloody bath tub as she went back downstairs for another drink. She smirked as moments later as a scream could be heard from the rooms upstairs, but a murder wasn't something new around here so one moved or paid the scream any mind. Furthermore, she left the bar just as they tossed the disfigured body out into the street along with the blood mattress, and he lay face up for the world to see her name carved into his chest. Just as she stepped out into the streets another man looked like he was on a mission as his path lay towards her current form of work. He looked out of place from how clean and kept he was down to a rather nice looking kimono. As their paths crossed she gave him a look and then looked down to her latest work of art. "Some men should watch were they wet their dicks around here." She said in a rather dark laugh as she turned tossing her hair off her shoulder and looking at him over it the head of the dragon tattoo on her neck staring at him as well. She smiled dangerous at him now as she turned her head forward and continued her path down the streets her wooden shoes clicking on the stone rode. Maseru looked with disdain at the drunks and homeless that lined the streets as his wooden platform sandals clattered down the cobbled streets of the slums. While You had done much to improve the state of things in most of the region, the slums remained as corrupt and lawless as ever. The inhabitants of this small corner of the empire seemed intent on remaining lawless and depraved. Before long, Maseru spotted someone he knew, one of the criminals that had recently been released from prison named Rich. The despondent ex-con had a long scar over his left eye, which made sneaking up on him frightfully easy. In a few brief moments, Maseru was upon him, wrapping his strong hand around the grizzled man’s frail throat.“I might have guessed I’d find you here.” Maseru hissed into Rich’s ear. “I’m looking for a woman named Bijou the Dark Wind Assassin, and I know you know where she is. So speak quickly, lest I target you with the vengeance that she deserves.” Ryuichi gasped and choked for a few moments until Maseru finally released his throat and turned the man to face him. After taking a few moments to regain his breath, Rich looked up at Maseru with his good eye and grinned.“Vengeance, eh?” Rich smirked. “The tables really have turned, haven’t they? Not long ago you were lecturing me about the cycle of violence and how vengeance just kept the blood flowing. Now you’re asking me about someone you want to get revenge upon. What would your brother think?”“My brother is dead, and unless you’d like to join him in the afterlife I suggest that you spare me the lecture and tell me where she is.” Maseru replied through clenched teeth, his hand coming to rest on the hilt of his wakizaisashi.“Wow, you really did go off the deep end didn’t you?” Rich gasped at the stern threat. “Take it easy tough guy. She’s in that bar over there, probably spending the money she got for killing your brother.” Ryuichi broke into mocking laughter which was quickly silenced by a swift blow from Maseru’s scabbard to his midsection. Without a word Maseru made his way toward the inn that Rich had indicated, and before he even reached the doorway, the sound of a woman screaming rang out from the upper story. Maseru set his feet quickly, preparing for trouble. As if on cue, she made her way past the banner that hung down to chest level, it was her for certain. Even from afar, Maseru could see the dragon tattoo spanning from her neck to her face, peeking out of the low cut neckline of her kimono. Masaru felt himself grow tense and the faint metallic sound rang out from his hip as he freed his long sword from its place in its scabbard. The blade slid forward easily, but Maseru left the majority of the blade hidden, much of the battle would be decided upon the draw. The woman walked closer, even speaking to him as a dead body was dumped from the upper story of the inn she was leaving. Maseru recognized the name carved into the flesh as well as the distinctive gash over the slain man’s throat. The man’s genitals had been mutilated as well, Maseru felt grateful that his brother had been spared that indignity.“Some men should watch where they wet their dicks around here.” Bijou, the Dark Wind Assassin grinned at him, seemingly proud of her latest murder. Masaru felt his blood begin to boil at her callous disregard for human life, he imagined her laughing with the same disconnected glee after spilling You’s blood. He stepped in the way of her path, his hand still grasping the hilt of his blade so tightly that the veins in his hand and arm stood out high above the sleek lines of his sinuous muscle.“Bijou! The Dark Wind Assassin!” Maseru said purposefully, still deliberately blocking her path with his wide combat stance. “You will answer for your crimes. I hereby challenge you to the death, in the name of my late brother, You Osama!” Challenges such as this had once been commonplace within the realm, before revenge killings were made a priority crime. In a flash, Maseru drew his long blade, lashing out at the woman before him in one broad stroke through the space she occupied only a moment ago. The woman lived up to her nickname, darting away from the slash just in the nick of time and settling into her own combat stance.“Your blood will soon be spilled.” Maseru promised. “I have pledged my life to your destruction, and soon you will realize that killing my brother was the mistake of your life.” Bijou looked curiously at the man she had just spoken too as he stepped in front of her path and moved into a combat stance. She just stood there crossing her arms underneath her chest making them threaten to spill from her kimono and she tapped her foot rather annoyed that he wasn't letting her pass. When he called out not only her name but her assassin name as well she knew he wasn't just any man wondering these dangerous streets at this time of night. As he challenged her she couldn't help but the smirk. Her a challenge to the death, well his death at least because she had never met a man she couldn't beat. She raised an eyebrow now as he uttered the name of her last hit and then announced himself as his brother. She sighed softly, she knew this would come back to bite her in the ass eventually and better to deal with it now rather than later. He didn't waist time drawing his blade, she didn't even move to draw her own still standing there with her arms crossed over her front and as he drew closer with his attack she simply vanished into thin air. She appeared now a few feet behind him moving her feet apart slightly and then moved a hand to her hip to pull her Katina from its sheath. She still had a short sword in its sheath tied to her hip but then I wouldn't be honorable to be in a fight with two swords to one. "My blood will be spilled?" She asked now as she gripped the long double-edged Katina with both hands, "No one has ever come close enough for all I know my blood could be as black as death." She laughed rather madly now, "I knew after killing someone that important that a relative would be out for my head...maybe I should have found out who he was before I killed him....oh well i except your challenge...it's been quite a while since I've had a good fight." She thought of making the first move, but she wanted to study the man a bit more to see just what he styles was and how out of control he would be because of his lust for her blood. If one enters into a battle with a clouded mind they are more likely to make a mistake than one with a clear. Endurance The people on the street backed away from the developing scuffle, all grimly familiar with how out of hand this sort of dangerous conflicts could become. Some of them screamed, others simply got to a safe distance from which they could watch the fight as it developed. Many found a grim sport in watching the brother of the beloved and feared ruler fighting for the same type of vengeance killing that You had cracked down on during his rule. Meanwhile, Bijou displayed her remarkable speed and it truly was remarkable. In the blink of an eye she dashed behind Maseru and drew her sword. A moment of grim fright washed over Maseru as he realized that he’d left her with an opening. Maseru whipped his sword over, changing his grip as only words assailed him from behind. It seemed foolish that she would use her trump card so soon and then use the advantage to merely taunt him.“Spinning vortex, torso slash. Phase one!” Maseru shouted, his only reply to her taunts as he thrust the point of his long blade past his hip at the sound of her voice. In one fast, fluid and well-practiced motion; Maseru stabbed behind himself and seemed to almost turn his own body inside out, following the arcing path of his elongated blade. The female assassin managed to escape the brunt of the attack, deflecting his blade with her own. Masaru’s hair fluttered out behind him as he turned around to face his adversary, and the fabric of his expensive kimono making a sharp snapping sound as it strained to keep up with the movements of its wearer’s body. Maseru now stood with his sword high above both of their heads, despite being deflected the move had left him in position for another attack.“Phase two!” Maseru shouted, swinging his sword downward in a rapid diagonal slash aimed at Bijou’s throat. He timed an expertly placed kick to move upward from the opposite side. Masaru’s blade and his leg crossed at the point where Bijou had been standing only seconds ago. Even the rapid second phase of this elite attack, Bijou was able to avoid. It was clear that her nickname as the dark wind assassin had not been given frivolously. She dodged the blade and began to aim her own attack back at Maseru, but not before the kick managed to paint the outside of her right thigh with a sickening smack of impact. In a flash Maseru had dropped his leg back down and retaken a fighting stance, his legs wide and square to his adversary, spreading his stance enough to prevent her from getting behind him so easily again. The long wakizaisashi blade glimmering in the moonlight between them, angled on a diagonal line from Maseru’s left hip to high above both their heads on the right side. It was then that Maseru noticed something unique about Bijou’s sword, it was sharpened on both sides! Japanese blades in general were not designed to be bashed against each other repeatedly in long battles, the way Chinese and English swords were. The majority of battles between ninja and samurai were decided in one or two moves. It was already clear to Maseru that this would be a tough battle, lasting longer than even his stout blade was designed to, but if the battle lasted too long, it seemed likely that her blade could very well break in half. The unique design of Bijou’s sword which likely served as an asset in her line of work was a weakness in this battle. A weakness Maseru had every intention of exploiting. Masaru’s lips curved up into a smile as he awaited her next move, watching with glee as the mark on her thigh began to swell up and grow into a large and almost certainly painful welt. It was to be a battle of attrition and Maseru was going to take away all of her weapons before they were through, starting with her frightening speed and mobility. He didn't waste anytime ignoring her taunts which annoyed her slightly, and he seemed to be a lot more collected than she thought he would be. He shouted his attack as a reply to her words and she smirked as she waited for the last possible moment as his blade thrust for her stomach. She swiftly blocked his attack the sound of metal hitting metal, and she appeared at his side once more. A smirk was plastered along her lips as he turned around to face her once more and moved his sword high above both of their heads, but her gaze was locked with his. She knew where his sword was, and she moved her own to block the downward strike giggling once again as he announced his attack. She found the hole thing rather amusing for him to do such a thing because the last thing you wanted in a battle is your enemy to know your every move. The sound of metal against metal could be heard once more as the surrounding crowd began to grow, they knew who he was, but she was one to keep her identity a secrete so when he called out her assassin name it causes others to gather out of curiosity of who she was. She would make him pay for that because she worked hard to not let others know her face. She blocked and avoided the thrust of his sword but what she didn't see coming was the swift kick that landed on the outside of her thigh. Furthermore, she winced as the loud smack sounded in the quiet streets, and she could feel it begin to swell as the two of them parted swords standing a few feet from each other. He took his stance once more, and she struggled to take her own as she tried to numb her body from the pain. She could feel the anger inside of her begin to boil, never had someone laid such an attack on her before, and it wasn't something she was liking too much. Her eyes locked on his once more as he stood there in his stance waiting for her to make a move, but it was that smile along his lips that seemed to piss her off the most. "Enjoy that...because it will be the last time you touch me." She said as she reached to her side pulling her short sword from its sheath it still stained with blood from her last pray, and she held it, so the butt of the hilt faced him rather than the blade that pointed behind her. Her smile darkened as she took a long breath in to brace herself for the pain that it would cause her to run at her top speed but as she moved they became slower than before. She ran after him for a forward attack her blades positioned at her sides at first but as she neared she raised her Katina for an upward slash across the front of his body. She winced as his blade met her own as they struggled for a moment pushing against each other's blades until she crouched and pushed up off the ground to jump over top of him landing. The landing wasn't her best she could feel the pain that moved through her leg once she landed, but she ignored it and spun around to kick his feet out from underneath him to give her time to put some space between them. It seemed that the kick he had landed had done more than lay a welt on her flesh but had done something to her knee as well that she didn't feel until she had landed. She hissed at him now, he had managed to slow her down and limit her movement with just a simple kick. Wind Resistances Maseru grinned at having spotted a weakness in Bijou, which in turn led him to another of her weaknesses: hubris. She told him to enjoy the small victory from their last pass, and promised that it wouldn’t happen again. In the brief but tense silence that followed, the wind changed directions, stirring the wayward orange leaves that littered the street. Masaru gave no reply to Bijou’s threats and promises, only stood with Stoic satisfaction at the dissatisfaction the simple gesture was causing in his adversary. It was the first time he’d smiled since the loss of You. The memory of his brother reinvigorated Maseru, as he braced for Bijou’s aggressive charge. She began a fierce slash from below, moving straight in after a brief feint of her main weapon. The swords clashed loudly, the thin steel blades marring one another from the brutal impact and locking together in that mutual indention. The two combatants struggled for a few brief moments, each putting their might behind their shoulders and attempting to gain leverage. The assassin was strong, that was certain, but with her injured leg and Maseru’s ability to place his free hand upon the back of his sword for added leverage, she couldn’t oppose him for long. When she was pushed past a comfortable angle for her back, Bijou bent low on her injured leg and leapt up and over Maseru’s body. Keeping his eyes on her the entire time, Maseru turned, once more announcing his intended target.“Reverse Scorpion, torso halving technique!” Maseru shouted, slashing his sword in a straight line behind him as he turned. Too slow… Before he could get his sword around, Bijou had landed in a crouch and Maseru’s sword slashed over her head, cutting nothing but a few of her long hairs. Maseru knew that he was in trouble the moment his counter had failed, he had brought his feet too close together in the quick turn, and he allowed her to sweep his legs. Masaru fell off to the side, never losing his composure. As he fell, he dropped his free hand onto the cobbled street and began absorbing his weight with his arm, all the while keeping his long wakizaisashi blade between their bodies. As Bijou began to retreat, Maseru used his arm to propel himself back up. The reversal in their positions placed Bijou downwind of him, and when Maseru’s feet hit the ground once more, his left hand shot forward, tossing a fistful of loose dust from the road into Bijou’s face, the wind scattering countless particles into her eyes.At the moment while Bijou was blinded, Maseru charged forward, swinging his sword down with all the momentum he had gained in launching his body back off the ground. Working on instinct alone Bijou managed to block the attack, but it left a deep crease in the exterior edge of her blade as well as knocking her off balance. When she stepped back to try and regain her footing, Maseru pivoted on his forward foot, delivering yet another vicious leg kick. This time he struck her inner thigh of the same leg, and this time the kick landed squarely, making a sound like an axe hitting the trunk of a tree. Given no choice in the matter and still not seeing clearly, Bijou retreated further, stepping back with her injured leg to protect it from further assaults. Maseru spread his legs out wide and readied his blade, not wanting to attack recklessly and fall into a trap. Instead, he merely stomped on her foot, the forward rectangular block on the bottom of his wooden sandal crushing her toes at the end of her one good leg.“Is that the best you’ve got?” Maseru taunted, returning to his defensive stance and grinning again. “It’s not so easy when your opponent isn’t on his back, is it?” The sweep to his legs had taken him down giving her enough time to put some distance between the two of them, and she held the hilt of her weapons tightly as he recovered from it so easily. This man was really starting to piss her off, and it was then that the man did something she almost could believe. He threw a handful of dirt from the streets into her eyes and she moved the arm that held her short sword over them to try and clear her vision. She could feel it sting her eyes as she tried to listen for his attack, the point of doing such a dirty thing was to get the upper hand on her and attack while she couldn't see. She could hear his wooden shoes on the stone road approaching her, and she was able to move her Katina up to block his attack at the right moment. There was more force behind the attack then she predicted, and it had her taking a step back to correct her balance. She grunted as he landed another kick but this time it was on the inside of her injured leg and to top it all off her stepped on the foot of her uninjured leg. She couldn't clear her vision and took a few more slow steps backwards, she could hear his taunting words, and they only pissed her off more as she worked to get the dust out of her eyes. Finally, once they were clear she moved her arms away from him and looked over to him her eyes red and irritated. Things were still a little burly, but it was better than not being able to see at all. She wanted to cut that smile off his face as he stood there taunting her with it and the seer anger she felt forced her to move forward rather slow then normal because of the bruise forming on her leg. She lifted her swords crossing them to lay an x slash over his chest but to her surprise her caught them in the center. Her Katina took the brunt of the force as she wrestled with him now move pushing blades against blade. She didn't know that he had made a deep chip in her main weapon and as she pushed with her body weight against it the blade cracked and shattered. Her eyes widened in surprised, his blade was freed, and she tired to move out of its path, but she wasn't quick enough it created a shallow cut into her left shoulder. The top part of her blade fell to the ground at his feet as she retreated once more, and she looked down at the now dagger sided jagged sword that lay in her hands. She tossed it rather pissed off to the side and moved a hand to her wound that bleed through the fabric staining it." You bastard..." She said in disbelief that he had really marred her perfect skin, she ripped the sleeve tying it quickly around the wound to stop the bleeding and stood there panting softly. She had to hold up most of her weight now with her right leg because it hurt to put too much on the left, and she swore to herself softly now. It had been ages sense she had to use this technique, it was dangerous in the sense that it burned up ones energy if you use to long it could leave your unable to move and the recovery time was weeks. She slides her short sword into its sheath now closing her eyes and she fought to control her breathing as she searched her mind for the switch to turn off her pain receptors in her body. Moments later she opened her eyes and could feel the throbbing in her legs began to fade. She needed to make this as quickly as possible, she reached into her robe now pulling out something one could only see if the moonlight hit it just right and in seconds she had disappeared from his sight. He would feel something tightly around his body but to her dismay he raised his sword in defense, and it gave him leverage against her. She worked to wrap the thin wire around his body, around the light posts in the streets, and she appeared a few feet in front of him her arms out stretched. She held the wire with her fingers tugging on it in an attempt to have it cut him into pieces but with his sword there against if it was making her pull hard enough to make her fingers begin to bleed. Furthermore, she didn't wince or even react as the wire cut her own flesh and her blood dripping on to the streets. "Damn you...why won't you just die..." She said as she tried to pull harder, he was strong...stronger than her and if she wasn't careful he could get out of her wire but at this moment time wasn't on her side. It almost made Maseru laugh when Bijou charged him, laying her short sword over her Katina attempting an X slash. It might have been an effective attack earlier in the fight, but with her speed impaired, it was almost like child’s play. What really struck Maseru as amusing was how quickly and completely her blades locked together in the deep imperfection his attack had made on her main weapon, halting the attack and impairing her until the strike was little more than a lunge at him with open scissors. Despite the ineffectually of Bijou’s attack, Maseru took the opportunity to do more damage to her sword, lifting his wakizaisashi above his head and bringing it back down with all his considerable might on the place where her swords had frozen. For a moment all three blades hung in space, locked together in an impassable knot of misshapen steel and determined friction. Maseru just grinned as Bijou struggled with the blades, getting more and more furious until she leaned in, and her sword shattered breaking the other two free. Startled by this new development, she retreated again, eventually casting what was left of her sword away. Deciding to press the advantage, Maseru charged in, utilizing a textbook diagonal slash. She managed to duck out of the way of the slash, but didn’t dodge it completely. Maseru felt the brief impact in the hilt as the tip of his sharp blade caught the top of her arm and instantly cut, first through the silken fabric of her kimono and then through the silken flesh of her arm. Blood cascaded off of Maseru’s sword in a wide arc as he froze at the end of his slash, celebrating his hit by posing to show off his perfect form: his front leg bent low, his sword angled down from the left side of his body, the tip nearly touching the ground and his long hair moving in the wind. Aijou took a few more painful looking steps back, tending to her wound with a makeshift bandage from her ruined sleeve. She cursed him, but Maseru merely returned to his stance, still grinning that confident grin. Just then, Maseru felt the wind shift again and Bijou grew silent. He could feel her energy and power expanding, multiplying and redoubling. It was almost like he could feel the heat of her newfound power as she focused her chi and opened her portals.“It’s good to see you’re finally getting serious.” Maseru grinned. Just as Maseru finished speaking she was gone. Vanished just like the first time she had appeared behind him. Only a light rustle of leaves in the wind indicated the direction she was moving and then the high whistle of tiny invisible steel threads coming at him. Just a fraction of a second before the threads wound around Maseru’s body he managed to lift his sword in front of his torso and face, also lifting his forward leg to the hilt of the sword for added protection and leverage. The wire grew suddenly taught, wrapped tightly around the edge of the sword and his body as Bijou reappeared behind him, desperately trying to draw the threads through Maseru’s body. Maseru couldn’t help but let a quiet grunt escape him as the wires drew in tighter, constricting his body even more inside its lethal cocoon. The wires cut through Maseru’s kimono and then into his skin, drawing blood which made its way slowly down the thin threads, meeting with her blood in the center before dripping to the street.“You’ve gotten a lot stronger.” Maseru managed to grunt despite the pressure on his rib cage. “I wonder how long you can keep this up.” With that, Maseru pushed off with his bottom foot and pressed hard to extend his leg and arms that were all pressed against his weapon. The lateral movement allowed the blade to slice through the steel wire which made a cacophony of whistling sounds as the tension broke, and one extraordinarily long wire became many wires of average length. It was Maseru’s turn to retreat, and so he did, flipping forward through the air, away from Bijou’s frightful new power. When he landed he raised his sword once more, preparing for the next attack which he was sure would follow. Even as blood trickled down the small of his back. Bijou winced as she drew the thin wires tighter against the man's body she watched in delight as it cut through the man's kimono and then into his skin. She could see the thin streams of blood run down the wires meeting with her own before falling down onto the street, but her eyes stayed on him completely as she struggled to pull harder despite it cutting up her fingers. Her look of delight didn't last as he spoke, she was surprised he could even talk because of how tight the wires were around him but then again he had some leverage because of his sword. She ignored his words, she wasn't going to waist the limited amount of energy on words were she had better uses for it but as he pushed against her and pressed against his sword a grunt of pain passed her lips. The move made the wires dig into the flesh of her fingers a bit more but soon that pain faded as his weapon sliced through them as if they were just string. The wires fell to the street in the combined pool of blood that had formed between the two of them, and she let her hands fall to her sides the blood continuing to drip from each finger. She simply watched the man retreat from her flipping forward through the air, and she quickly reached into the sleeve of her kimono for the last of her few hidden weapons. Four throwing knifes rested between each finger and with a simple flick of her wrist she sent them flying at him as soon as he landed. The moment he raised his sword to deflect them she vanished into thin air once more appearing behind him. He deflects the knifes easily, but they weren't thrown to hurt him more to distract him and raised a foot to land a hard kick square to the middle of his back. A loud smack could be heard through the streets as she set him forward, no it wasn't hard enough to break the man's back because where would the fun in that be. She wanted him to have a taste of the pain he had given her when he struck her leg not once but twice. She put a good distance between him with that attack so she gave him the time to stand up as she pulled a few strips from her ruined kimono and began to wrap them around her hands to stop the bleeding. Her damn ego was her downfall, she only had a little bit of time left in her technique, and then she would be useless, but she couldn't help herself she had to taunt him." My how you have fallen... Masaru isn't it." She grinned darkly at him now, "Were I should have done some digging on my hit before I took the job I did it after ward. Your brother believe in peace...I don't think I would be too proud to see you here out for my head in the act of revenge." She giggled almost madly now as she pulled her short sword from its sheath, she shifted her weight taking a step onto her injured leg, and it was then that the pain hit her once more almost taking her breath away. She winced as her body began to tremble causing her to drop her sword and she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Dammit..." she swore softly as she struggled to stay on her feet. She was so stupid sometimes, she had wasted her last few seconds trying to get a rise out of the man instead of using them to kill him. Aijou could feel the pain move over her body now as the blood began to seep through the bandage on her shoulder and she pressed against it to slow the bleeding. The only thing she could think of doing now was running, she was weak, and soon she might even pass out then she would be at the mercy of the man. She turned her back to him trying to ignore the pain in her leg as she began to run down the streets at the pace normal to a person with no training. It hurt her pride to run from a battle like this, but she would be damned if she wouldn't try anything to save her life. She wasn't going to die, not yet anyway. Maseru drew a long urgent breath as he landed, the warm tickle of blood dripping down his back making him woozy and uncomfortable. He crouched low upon landing, not wanting to risk tearing muscles by moving recklessly before he made certain that none of his vital ligaments or tendons had been severed by the fierce wire attack. Once he was sure that he had escaped from Bijou’s clutches without anything more severe than flesh wounds, Maseru’s head snapped up, whipping the stray bunches of long brown hair away from his face. Pressing her advantage to the fullest, Bijou threw four concealed lunar knives at the place where Maseru had landed. The force she’d managed to put behind the knives was impressive, especially considering how badly she had injured her hands with her previous attack, but Maseru was far too quick and well-trained to be hit by such a basic attack. With a few quick slashes of his sword, Maseru had deflected each of the four speeding projectiles. He smirked as he looked up to Bijou who was… Gone! Aijou was still so unnaturally fast in spite of her various injuries. Maseru had hoped that her technique would have worn off by now and the pain would be flooding back into her senses, redoubled in intensity for having been forcibly shut out for so long. Masaru tried to turn, extending his sword out to one side in an attempt at a backslash, but he was too late and far too slow. A long agonized groan escaped Maseru as he felt the cuts along his back reopen in unison as Bijou’s foot slapped loudly against the small of his back and jolted him forward. Maseru was helpless to stop the fall, much less the pathetic sound that escaped him as he careened forward, face-first into the street. The skin peeled away from Maseru’s temple and cheek as he skidded to a stop on the cobbled street. In spite of the sudden rush of pain to his face and back, Maseru managed to maintain his grip on his sword and despite the pain he rolled onto his back, and held out his sword to defend against the kill-stroke which he felt must certainly be coming.Instead, she chose to taunt him, remind him of all that he was forsaking by coming to seek revenge. His brother’s memory, his family’s legacy, the opinions of the people, none of those things mattered anymore. But at least if Maseru could succeed in avenging his brother, his soul could rest in peace. Just as Maseru was on the verge of allowing himself to imagine losing this battle, Bijou’s strength waned, and the pain that Maseru had been hoping for washed over her like a flood. The anguish in her face was evident, and she even clutched onto her own body in an attempt to contain her own suffering with her arms. Masaru seized his opportunity, leaning back despite the pain it caused to his cuts and slowly swelling bruise, he kipped himself quickly back to his feet, smirking despite the pain with well practiced poise.“It seems that your little parlor trick has run its course.” Maseru muttered, angling his blade between himself and Bijou. “I’ll bet it hurts, forcing all that pain out and then feeling it crawl inside you all at once. Take comfort in the fact that you proved a worthy opponent for me, but expect no mercy because I have none for the likes of you.” Before Maseru had finished speaking Bijou took off, fleeing down the nearly empty street with a pronounced limp in her step. Maseru didn’t even need to run, he walked behind her only barely quickening his pace to stay on her tail.“Are you running? Fleeing from battle? I suppose that suits a coward like you Bijou, the kind of woman who would kill a man in his sleep. You ran the last time I saw you as well, do you remember?” Maseru taunted, leaping up over the top of Bijou and landing in front of her. “Only this time you don’t have the strength to escape. Do you?” It was almost out of instinct that Bijou assumed her battle stance, once again face to face with Maseru, even despite her numerous injuries, her form was almost perfect. Her injured leg required a wider stance to support her weight, which left her wide open to yet another crippling thigh kick from Maseru. This one brought her down to her knees. As Bijou knelt before her adversary, Maseru lifted his wooden clad foot, bringing it down to rest all of his weight on her injured thigh. He continued to taunt her even as she screamed in agony from his unforgiving shoe digging into her now almost purple leg.“How does it feel to be so helpless? I doubt that someone like you is accustomed to this feeling, being helpless and afraid. When you murdered my brother, the feeling took me by surprise that’s for sure.” Maseru conversed casually, gently sliding the flat of his blade under Bijou’s chin to force eye-contact. “You look pathetic right now, do you realize that? You know, I couldn’t even move when I saw what you did to my brother? I’ve trained my entire life to keep him safe, and when he really needed me, I couldn’t even get up off the damn floor! Do you see it now? Why I’ll never become ruler? Why I betrayed my family name and my brother’s legacy? Don’t you see? I wanted to make you suffer, I wanted to make you feel pathetic and helpless, I wanted to break you down into nothing! Just like you did to me.” With that Maseru delivered his final blow, swiftly raising his blade as if to slice Bijou’s head clean away from her shoulders and then bringing the hilt of his sword down onto her temple and knocking her unconscious. He lifted her up onto a shoulder, both of their clothes hanging in tatters as he carried her away from the slums, each of them contributing to a trail of blood droplets in their wake.***Seeing the old school again gave Maseru mixed feelings that ranged from nostalgia to sincere regret. This had once been the premier Kendo academy in all of Japan, now it was little more than a burned out and weather-worn shell. Masaru had made a fire in the center of the massive central dojo from the old scrolls and sacred texts, all the documentation that existed of the Osama school of Kendo. If the techniques and information that these scrolls and books contained couldn’t save You’s life, they were of no more value than firewood anyway. At the far end of the orange lit dojo, Bijou was bound tightly with rope to a pair of Kendo sticks in a very unflattering position. Once he was finished building the fire in the center of his old school, Maseru grabbed a bucket of cold rainwater that he had gathered from outside. He dumped the entire contents of the bucket into Bijou’s face, utterly soaking her to the skin in freezing water.“Wake up, it’s time to start your indoctrination.” Bijou could hear his footsteps hot on her own and she swore to herself as she pushed her body to its limits in an attempt to limp a bit faster. She grits her teeth at his words, yes she was running, and it killed her pride to do such a thing, but she would be damned if she would let herself die here tonight. He taunted her as she continued to take one painful step after another hand clutching her wound to stop the bleeding, but he wasn't going to let her go she could see that as he easily jumped over her landing in front of her. She just looked at him with a face full of pain as he stood in her path and she moved her legs into a battle stance without really thinking about it. A cry could be heard through the streets as he landed another strike on her injured and abused leg causing her to fall down onto her knees. She began to pant softly her long hair hanging over her face to hid it from him as she sat there trying to deal with the pain in some way. She could feel her body beginning to shut down and if she didn't do something soon she would pass out leaving herself helpless to him. She tried to muffle another cry of pain as he lifted a foot to rest it on her abused leg and pressing it against her as if to just punish her a bit more before doing away with her completely. Just let she had he taunted her instead of just putting her out of her misery and she tried to fight against him as he moved the cold flat of his blade under her chine to force her to make eye contact with her. She minds was far to gone to even let his words bother her and as he lifted his blade she closed her eyes expecting her end. Her eyes widened for a moment as the hilt of his sword struck her temples surprised that he decided to knock her out instead of kill her and then everything went black. Her motionless body fell hard against the stone street limp as he lifted it up onto his shoulder and her mind was trapped inside her dark unconscious dreams.~~~What she dreamed of she couldn't tell you, nothing but mindless gore and torment she waged on her marks which she was enjoying until the cold water washed over her body. The freezing water felt like a million needles striking her body shocking her mind awake and slowly her eyes began to flutter open as her body shook. Slowly his form began to come into view and for a moment before the pain set in she had forgotten what had happened. She pulled on her bindings, her arms were tied tightly behind her back almost painfully but what pissed her off was how her legs were bound to a pair of Kendo sticks to keep her legs parted open and wide. Her kimono barely hung to her chest with the aid of the cold water she pulled on the bindings around her wrists now only causing herself to gasp in pain as she ripped open the wound on her shoulder once more. Her eyes moved up to lock on him now, they were filled with a fire of hatred now because not only had he defeated her in battle, but he was humiliating her like this." What the hell are you talking about..." She said with a voice filled with nothing but her rage as well as the pain that raked her body. Maseru sneered as Bijou struggled against her restraints, he had made certain that they were capable of surviving anything she could dish out upon them, the ropes themselves were tied so tightly that she couldn’t be free of them even if she had mastered the art of dislocating her thumbs.“You’ll understand soon enough,” Maseru grinned as he crouched down to look Bijou in the eyes. He reached out his left hand, moving a quickly as a snakebite when he clasped her chin tightly between his fingers which felt entirely capable of crushing her jaw if he desired. “Now hold still before you hurt yourself anymore you stupid bitch.” With one hand holding her chin and jaw, Maseru reached his other hand out slowly, more deliberately to take hold of Bijou’s collar and move her soaking wet kimono down off of her shoulder. She fought with renewed fervor, thrashing and shaking against her restraints, trying to fight back for fear of her body being exposed. The more she fought, the tighter and more uncomfortable Maseru’s grip on her face became until her wet garb was bunched up around her elbows and waist. With her entire pale torso exposed, Bijou couldn’t help but blush, assuming the worst was yet to come. Maseru, however, was not interested in the bounty of her flesh, but rather the hazard that her blood posed to them both. Having already made up his mind not to kill the assassin yet, Maseru wasn’t about to let her slip quietly into death through anemia. Her cut had broken open again and was bleeding down her arm, aided by the fresh coat of water upon her skin. Masaru let go of her kimono to slide a clay jar beside him, it was filled with some pinkish salve that smelled of eucalyptus leaves. Keeping Bijou’s head stationary with his free hand, Maseru dipped his thumb index and middle fingers into the thick mixture and dug out a three-fingered pinch of the thick paste. In one fluid motion, Maseru smeared the salve over Bijou’s wound, temporarily sealing it shut and providing valuable herbal remedies which would aid her healing and help prevent any infection. After the soothing paste is smeared over Bijou’s shoulder, Maseru relinquishes his death grip on her face, reaching down to abruptly tear a length of fabric from her wet garment, raising it higher around her spread open thigh. He quickly binds the wound tightly, making no effort to be gentle. After several sharp tugs on the makeshift bandage, Maseru at last allows himself to inspect his prize. Letting his eyes roam freely over Bijou’s nude body for a few moments before gently pulling the garment back up onto her shoulders.“Do you recognize this place? It was once the most respected school in all of Japan. My grandfather built it brick by brick with his own hands. My family has defended this school and its secrets since before my father was born, and look at it now.” Maseru muttered softly, his hands gently adjusting Bijou’s wet kimono so that the edges overlapped between her breasts just so. “But though the school is long abandoned, its heritage is not lost. I alone possess the secrets of this place, and I’m going to impart them to you. Do you understand Bijou?”

The Deadly Assassin (Filled by LitShark)|rating:4.0

Captured Hearts

Private RP between myself and 0ri0n83. Name: Damien Age: 15Occupation: slave Likes: reading, quiet, being outside Dislikes: being told what to do vegetables, fighting Background: He is his father's only child. Appearance: Name: Kai Suffrage: 17Occupation: N.A. (He is the only son of the Sara family. He doesn't have to work, at least not right now)Likes: Being outside, horse back riding, fencing, and archery. Dislikes: Thunderstorms, bossy people Appearance:Background: Kai was born into the Sandra diamond and gold tycoon family. Being the only son of the current owner of the company he was given anything and everything that he wanted. Anything, he wanted. It is customary in his family to get a slave at the age of 18 years of age, and that date is fast approaching for Kai. He is to turn 18 at the end of the week, so he has to go out and get himself a slave, per custom. Kai rolled over as he looked at the nearby clock. Letting out a groan he knew that it was too early, too early for him to get up. Not too early though for the entire rest of the household to be up and about. There was a knock on the door, and then the door opened revealing his mother and two servants standing behind her. She came in, practically waltzing in with a smile on her face." Get up, Kai," she said with a smile as she opened the blinds. "AHH!" yelled Kai as he went diving back under the covers again." Get up young man right now. You have to go into town and get yourself a slave today. Your father isn't going to wait forever for you to choose. He is planning on choosing one for you soon. Now get up," His mother came over and threw the blankets off of the bed and onto the floor. Getting out of bed he glared at his mother, but then it softened into a smile. He could never be angry at his mother. Walking over to his closet he began picking out clothing that he would be wearing for the day. Walking into his bathroom he closed the door and stepped into the shower. He took a quick shower, and then dressed quickly. Coming out of the bathroom he looked at his mother and then sat down at the table in front of him as he began eating his breakfast. His mother dined with him often, since her husband was always so busy. "How about we both go into town when we are done here," said Kai as he looked at his mother. She nodded her head as she took a sip from her teacup. Damien sat in the dark cell. His head was hurting, and he couldn't remember how he ended up in this cell. He closed his eyes and tried to focus. The only thing he could remember was people screaming and then pain. It made his head hurt to even think about it. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, but it fell right back. He chose to ignore it that time. No matter what he did, it was always like that. He looked around the cell, but there wasn't anything to see. He could hear people, but not see them. Furthermore, he briefly wondered where he was and why he was there. But, seeing as he had no answers, he would just have to wait and see. He mentally checked his body. It hurt some to move, but it didn't seem like anything was broken, so that, at least, was a good thing. Though he was sure that he was bruised in more than one place. He would have to check once he got into better lighting. Once Kai was done eating, he and his mother walked down the stairs and got into a carriage that would bring them to the main bazaar where they would buy his first slave and other goods as well, since they were out there. Once the carriage arrived at the bazaar his mother left him to go and find a slave for himself while she went to go and get some fresh ingredients for the cake. Walking down the various streets he found himself in front of a store called "Passion." Opening the door he walked into it, and he immediately smelled the smell of fresh incense. Walking around he saw various cages with slaves in them. They all looked so sad. "Excuse me," said Kai as he went looking around for the owner of the store. "I am wondering if you could help me buy a slave." The manager was a woman. Behind her, was her husband. "Of course, sir. And what type of slave are you looking for? If you don't like the ones out here, we have more in the back." she stated, a smile on her face. It was always a good day for her when somebody bought a slave from here. Damien could hear people talking out front. That confirmed where he was. And it just made him want to get out of here all the more. But, he couldn't do anything until he was out of this cage. So, he would just have to wait and see what happens. He just hoped he didn't get sold. Kai looked at the woman and nodded his head. "The slaves out here are indeed nice, but I am looking for something special. I am turning 18 at the end of the week, and as you know as is custom of the Sandra family custom of someone coming to get a slave. So this slave must be special. I hope you can help me." He really had no idea what he was looking for, this was kind of his father's thing, but he knew that he needed to do this for himself. He turned 18 at the end of the week, and that meant that he was legally an adult. An adult that needed to make his own decisions in regard to matters as this. The woman nodded. "I understand, sir. If you would follow me, please." With that said, she turned and led him into the back room, turning on the lights. "You can choose from any of these. The ones closest to the door are our newest additions." Damien flinched when the lights came on, hurting his eyes. He didn't like what was said. He was just hoping that he wouldn't be the one choose and sold. Kai nodded his head as he followed the woman behind a curtain. He was surrounded by cages again. Bending down he looked at the various slaves that all seemed to huddle away from the front of the cages. "Poor things,"thought Kai. "They must be terrified out of their minds." Kai suddenly felt bad doing this, but he also knew that if he didn't then his father would get involved. So she said that new additions were towards the front. Walking down the hallway of cages he found a slave that piqued his interest. He was a lithe-figured boy with blue gray eyes and black colored hair. He knew immediately that this was the slave that he wanted. "Mam," said Kai. "This one I would like to see this one out of his cage." "Of course, sir." she said. She stopped in front of the cage and unlocked the door. She told Damien to get up. When he refused, she called for her husband to get him. He came and picked the boy up by his hair and dragged him out of the cage. There was no way Damien was going to let himself be sold. But he couldn't stop the man from grabbing him. Wincing in pain, he was dragged out. Then he glared at all of them. Kai saw as the slave in the cage was dragged out of it in a rather painful way. He winced a little bit in empathy when he saw the slave being dragged out by his hair. "Ouch!" thought Kai as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. When he saw the look in the slave's eyes he knew that this was the slave for him. "How much for this one?" asked Kai as he returned the glare back. "Also how much training has this one had?" "This one is $2,000." the woman stated. "Unfortunately, he hasn't got any training. He was brought in last night." she added. She wasn't expecting for the boy to be sold so quickly, so she hadn't had time to train him. Damien didn't like the talk about him being sold. There was no way he was going to be this guy's slave. That just wasn't right. He was going to find a way out of this. One way or another. Kai nodded his head when he heard the price, but then he frowned a little bit when he heard that the slave had been untrained. Since it was his first slave he was a little hesitant, but that also meant that he could train him to his liking, and he wouldn't have a beaten slave that only obeyed him out of fear. "I'll take him," said Kai. "My mother is around town right now, so we will stop by later to pick him up. He looks clean enough, but can you give him a bath or a shower again." He then dug around in one of his pockets bringing out a rather intricate looking collar that was made of black leather with silver embroidery and a diamond that was surrounded by emeralds on it. "Also can you put this on him as well. It has out families crest on it as well." "Of course, sir. He'll be ready when you arrive." she said, taking the collar. She motioned for her husband to take the boy and wash him. The man dragged him off by his hair. Damien didn't like they were talking about him like he was some sort of animal. He was right here, after all! He winced when he was suddenly dragged off again. And he didn't like that the man had to wash him. He could have done that himself. But the man wouldn't let him. Once he was clean and dressed the woman put the collar around his neck. He instantly moved to take it off, but was punched in the gut by the man. Kai left the store to go and find his mother, which he did. She was looking at different centerpiece designs to use for Kai's 18th birthday party celebration. "Mom," said Kai as he looked at his mother. "I found the perfect slave." She nodded her head and asked him to show her, and they soon went back to the store that Kai had been in before. Walking back into the store he called out,"I am back, but there is no rush though. I just wanted to say that I was here." "Your slave is ready, sir. Just like I told you he would be." the woman told him, smiling at him. She called for her husband to bring the boy out. And he had to drag him out because he wouldn't cooperate. "Here you go, sir." Damien glared first at the man, then the woman, then at the guy who was buying him. There was no way this was actually happening, right? He had to be dreaming. Kai noticed that as soon as he had said that a woman appeared before him telling him that he was good to go. His mother walked over and paid the lady as his eyes went to the curtain again. Behind the curtain he heard some struggling and the man came out with his slave. The slave looked rather aggravated. I mean who wouldn't be they were chained, tied, and being abused. He made a pact with himself then and there that he would not abuse this, or any other slave, ever. Taking the chain that the man had he began leading the slave out towards the door and into the light. "Thank you for your time and patience," said Kai as he walked out the door bringing his slave with him. Damien continued glaring as the chain was handed to his new 'master.' But there was no way he was going to obey him. He didn't want to go, but the chain forced him to move forward stumbling. He reluctantly followed after him, completely annoyed. There was no way he was going to be able to live like this. Once he was outside, his gaze dropped to look over his body. From what he could see, there were bruises on his arms. And he was sure there was some on his abdomen as well as his stomach. He just couldn't check that right now. Once outside he looked at the body of his slave. He was riddled with bruises and light cuts, and he could only imagine what he looked like under his shirt. "They weren't treating you well at all,"thought Kai as he tried to make eye contact with the other male. "I promise I will never mistreat you." His mother looked at him and smiled as she said"I got everything that we need for your party this week, so we can head home now if you want to. You can also let your new slave get acquainted with your home." Kai nodded his head in agreement with his mother. He stopped though when he looked at the other male. "What is your name?" Damien refused to meet the boy's eyes. He already hated this. Of course, he did. He'd be crazy not to. He had just been sold by some crazy people. Furthermore, he thought about not answering him. But then he knew he would probably end up being called 'boy' or 'kid.' And he didn't want that. "Its Damien." he eventually said. Kai looked at the boy-no at Damien. "That is a nice name," said Kai even before he had time to think about what he was saying. "Well then it is time that we begin heading back to the home then." The carriage was waiting for them a little ways down the street. Turning to the slave again he looked at him and said,"I will undo the chain, but you will keep the collar on." He paused but then added,"If you try to run you're going to wish that you had never been born." Damien's eyes dropped as they started walking again. He looked up again when the man spoke. He didn't want to keep the collar on. A part of him was already wishing he'd never been born. Then he wouldn't be in this mess. But, he nodded anyway. He wouldn't try to run. Not tonight anyway. He was too tired. Kai was ready for his slave to bolt when he took the chain off, but he was mildly surprised that he didn't run. Walking to the carriage he opened the door for his mother who got in first, and then he motioned for Damien to get in the carriage as well by holding his hand out to him. Kai didn't see Damien as a slave, he saw him as a possible friend. Damien ignored his hand, climbing in himself. "So. What's your name anyway?" he asked. There was no way he was going to address him as 'master.' Anything buy that. He was going to call him by his name or as nothing as all. Kai looked at Damien and cracked a smile when he saw that Damien didn't take the hand that was offered to him. "Spirited indeed," thought Kai as he climbed into the seat next to Damien. He turned to Damien though when he heard him ask a question. His mother gave him a puzzled look and he nodded his head. It was uncustomary for a slave to ask their master something, and the look from his mother told him that he should say something about it. However, he chose to ignore his mother's look. "My name is Kai. Kai Sandra," replied Kai as he looked out the window at the various things that were passing them by as they made their way back to the manor. Kai, uh. Damien made a note to remember that. That will be the only thing he was going to be calling him. He didn't care if someone got mad at him for it either. His eyes turned to the window and that was where they stayed until they arrived to wherever it was that they were going. He wasn't exactly sure where it was, though. Kai looked out the window as the landscaping went whizzing passed them. Soon Kai could feel the carriage beginning to slow down. This was a sign that they were getting closer and closer to the manor grounds. Turning to Damien he said,"When we get to the manor I will be showing where you will be staying as well as explaining the rules of the manor and the things that you are responsible for doing. Any disobedience henceforth, will be treated with punishment." "What sort of punishment?" Damien asked. He didn't want to be to badly punished. If it wasn't that bad, then he probably wouldn't care. So, he probably would end up ignoring those rules. It would be worth it to annoy Kai. Kai looked at his slave as he said,"Your punishment would be either being chained up somewhere, or you will be whipped," said Kai. He laughed a little bit at the thought. He knew that he wasn't going to do anything to him though. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if he would go through with it or not, but he knew that if he could verbally threaten his slave then it would be fine. Damien's eyes widened slightly. Whipped?! That didn't sound good. Neither did being chained up. He made a mental note to avoid those things from happening while also trying to find a way to get out of here so that he could find his family. He had to know that they were alright, one way or another. The carriage stopped in front of the castle, and he got out first and held his hand towards the slave. He stared hard at him, wanting him to take his hand, and wondered briefly if his little threat of punishment would make him take it. He smiled a little to himself at the power that he had over the slave in front of him. Furthermore, he would have the chore of telling him what to do when he got into the manor house, and wondered if Damien would understand everything that he was saying. Damien glared at Kai, then jumped down by himself. He didn't need his help and he wasn't going to do what he wanted. He didn't care about the punishments. If he got in trouble, then he got in trouble. He would handle it when it came. Until then, he was going to think of a way out of this. Kai smirked when he saw the look on his slave's face. Indeed, he was a spirited one. Walking into the manor's front doors he was immediately greeted by the maids and butlers that were there. He nodded at them as he came to stand in the foyer room. Turning around he looked at Damien and said,"Are you ready to be introduced to your job?" Damien followed Kai to the manor, looking around. It shouldn't be too hard to get out of here. He looked at the other when he spoke. "Do I have a choice in the matter?" he asked, being a bit sarcastic. He didn't want to have any job, but he knew he would have to, at least for a few days. Kai looked at Damien he broke into a rather devilish grin. "Not really,"said Kai as he crossed his arms over his chest. [B]"You do have a choice whether you obey or not though, but you already know what is going to happen to you if you disobey me." He cleared his throat. Where should he begin. "Rule #1:You are to treat my family and I with respect. You are to refer to my mother as Mam and my father as Sir, and myself as Master. Rule #2: You are to accompany me if I leave the palace, and Rule #3: You are not to steal, hurt, or injure anyone in the manor. That includes you as well. Is this understood?" said Kai as he looked at Damien. Damien remained silent as he listened to the rules that Kai told him. Easy enough to understand. It was whether that he would was the question. "I have just one problem with those rules. I will NOT refer to you as Master." he stated, crossing his arms across his chest. The others he could handle. For the most part anyway. He wouldn't disrespect Kai's parents and he won't harm the servants. His problem was with Kai himself. Kai narrowed his eyes as he looked at the slave in front of him. Maybe he should have gotten some small, demure blonde haired female slave, and not this rebellious youth. Furrowing his brow a bit he let out a sigh. "Very well," said Kai as he looked at Damien. He knew that it was a long shot that the slave would call him master, but he had to try. "Well can you at least treat me with the same level of respect that I would treat you?" Damien thought about it. "I guess I could do that." he said. That shouldn't be hard to do, even if he didn't want to be respectful to him. He wanted to go home. Though he could see that wasn't happening tonight. So he would play along with this until he got the chance to get out. Kai was amazed that that was so easy for Damien to understand his point of view. "I am glad that you understand," said Kai. He decided that he would show his slave around the manor a little bit. "Follow me," said Kai. "I am going to be showing you around the manor. Are you hungry at all?" Damien thought about it. "A little." he said. He was kinda hungry, but he wasn't expecting to be fed much here. Why should he? As far as he knew, slaves weren't treated well. So he wasn't expecting to be fed at all. Kai looked at the other male and nodded his head. "Well then," he started. "Let's go to the kitchen first there, and we can start the tour afterward." His mother got out of the carriage behind them and watched as her only son interacted with the slave as she smiled. He knew that this would be hard on him having to train him and all, but she hoped that her son, as well as the slave, would soon become slaves and share something more than a relationship as master and slave. Damien nodded. "Alright. Lead the way." he said, indicating for Kai to start walking because he had no idea where they were going. He wasn't expecting to be getting much to eat, if anything at all. So he wasn't worried about it. He could easily steal something after everybody was asleep. Kai began walking down the hallways at a rather quick pace, but not fast enough that Damien would get lost. Stopping in front of the door he opened it, and was immediately assaulted with the sweet smell of fresh baking bread. The chef noticed him and bowed as he looked at him and nodded. The chef came towards them and said,"How can I help you two gentlemen?" Kai nodded as he said,"I would like a sandwich of some form." Kai looked at Damien and smiled at him as he said,"What would you like to eat. By the way are you allergic to anything?" Damien followed Kai, surprised that he was walking so fast. But he managed to keep up. Smelling the food when they arrived in the kitchen made his stomach growl. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten anything. "I'll just have whatever you're having. And no, I'm not allergic to anything. Not that I could think of anyway." he told him. Kai looked at the cook and said,"Well you heard him. Can we get two sandwiches then." The chef nodded as he went over and began preparing their meals. Going over to the high wooden table he sat down at one of the high booth chairs and motioned for Damien to follow him. "So tell me a little bit about yourself," said Kai as he looked at Damien. Damien followed Kai and took a seat next to him. He thought about it. "What do you want to know?" he asked. He knew his life wasn't that interesting. At least, it wouldn't be to Kai. It wasn't like he did much. He's just never got the chance before this happened. Kai looked at Damien and smiled as he went to go back and look at the chef making their food as his stomach growled rather loudly. "Honestly, anything that you want. Your likes, your dislikes, your hopes and dreams. Anything honestly," said Kai. Damien thought about it. "I like being outside, hanging out with my friends. Just messing around and having fun. I don't know what my hopes and dreams are. Not yet at least. But it doesn't matter. There's no point having them if I'm going to be a slave, now is there." he said, not expecting an answer. Kai looked at Damien feeling rather sorry for his new slave. "I am sorry," he found himself saying. "I am glad that you like being outside though. I like being outside as well. We have horses here, so we might be able to go riding sometime." The chef walked over and placed a plate in front of each of them. "Thanks," said Kai as he looked at the chef. "Damien, it's time to eat." Damien took a bite of the sandwich placed in front of him, a bit confused. "Why are you being so nice to me?" he asked, having no idea why. Every person he knew who had slaves didn't treat them the best. They were beneath the servants so basically worthless. So he really didn't understand why Kai was being so nice to him. Kai looked at Damien and smiled as he said,"I am nice to you because I want you to feel comfortable in my manor. It was true that I bought you as a slave, but I want you to be much more than that. I want you as a companion and as a friend. Besides, not all slave owners are mean, just, sadly, the majority of them." He took a bite of his sandwich as he closed his eyes and relished the taste of freshly baked bread. Damien ate while Kai was talking. "Everybody I know who owns slaves are cruel. And I don't want to be your companion or your friend. I want to go home." he stated. He had to know that his father was alright. He knew that his father wouldn't be able to handle being a slave. And neither could he. He was going to find a way out of this then find his father. Kai listened to Damien, who was in front of him, as he ate his sandwich quietly. He actually felt pretty bad for him, but then he heard that he wanted to go home. "Maybe, when he is more trustworthy, and I know he will come back," thought Kai as he took a sip of his water. Clearing his throat he looked at Damien and said,"I am sorry that you had to learn that the typical slave master isn't nice and kind. However, there are some, they are rare, but some that actually treat their slave's nicely. As for you going home, as of right now I cannot allow that. However, in the future with time I might allow that depending on how trustworthy you are." He paused debating if he was going to say anything about it and then decided that he was. "Do you have any family?" Damien remained silent as Kai spoke. He already knew that he wasn't just going to be allowed to go home. It wasn't like he was going to wait for permission, after all. He just needed a small opening, and he would be gone and would never look back. He nodded to the question. "Yeah. My father... But I don't know if he's even alright or not." He could remember that someone came to their house to force him into slavery. But he didn't know what happened to his father and he was worried about his safety. Kai continued to listen to Damien talk about his father. He furrowed his eyebrow a little bit, for he too knew the loss of a father figure, or a father in general. "Don't worry, if you want to find him then you will find him." He didn't want to put false hope in his slave though so he caught himself before he said anything about how he could help the other male if he wanted it. He could see the rebelliousness in his eyes and wondered briefly if the special item from the blacksmith had come. Furthermore, he had special ordered a set of wrist bangles and ankle bangles that would be make sure that Damien was unable to stray too far from his side. Find him? How could Damien possibly find him when he was stuck here?! He nodded though and finished eating. But he didn't move anywhere. It wasn't like he knew where he was going. He would have to be patient until he knew his way around before trying to get out. Otherwise, he would just end up lost. He could be patient though. For the most part at least. He knew he could. He just hoped it wouldn't take to long. Kai finished the rest of his food as the chef came back and took both of their plates. "If you are done then we can continue the tour around the manor," said Kai as he got off of the stool that he was sitting on and went to the door that led out the kitchen. "Are you coming?" asked Kai as he looked at Damien. Damien nodded. "Yeah. I'm coming." he told him. He stood and followed after Kai. He was going to keep a sharp eye out. There had to be some way to be able to sneak out of here, right? At least, he was hoping so. If there wasn't he would probably go insane. Kai nodded as he began walking down the hallway explaining various things about the manor that they were in. Walking up a flight of stairs he opened a set of heavy oaken doors and walked into the room within. Turning to Damien he looked at him and said,"This is my room, and it is now your room as well." He paused for a moment and then added,"There is a room that is conjoined to mine if you walk through the door, but as of right now I want you staying in my room, until you are more trustworthy." Glancing around the room he was glad that the maid had come in earlier and tidied up the place a little bit. Damien followed Kai, listening carefully to what was said and where they went. There was no way he was going to get lost. He would make sure of it. He looked around the room that they had entered. "If the rooms are conjoined, then why would I need to be in here? I wouldn't be like I could sneak out if I had to come through here to leave the room." he asked, a bit confused. Besides, there was no way he would want to stay in the same room as him. He wanted to be as far from him as he possibly could. Kai looked at the other male as a smile spread on his lips. He knew that Damien was stubborn, but he didn't know that he would try to challenge what he said. "You are staying with me because it is your first night. Also, my family really isn't all that happy that I chose a male slave and not a female one. I don't want you to come across any of the people that would do you harm here in this manor. So your best bet is to stay with me. Take it or leave it," said Kai as he looked at Damien as he glared at him a little bit. Sure, Kai's reasons made sense. But that didn't mean Damien was going to agree with them. He could take care of himself. "I'd rather leave it." he stated, crossing his arms across his chest as he glared at the other. There was no way he was going to deal with this. Though he wasn't sure why it would be such a big deal that Kai chose a male slave instead of female. That didn't make sense to him. Kai narrowed his eyes as he looked at his slave and said,"You belong to me, and you will listen to me." Stalking over to his slave he grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards himself. "Don't make me say this again. I own you." Getting the point across he slapped Damien across the face. He knew that he was being unnecessarily harsh to Damien, but he wanted to get it across to the other male that he had control over him. Damien's eyes narrowed when Kai said that he belonged to him. Though he couldn't help but wince when he was slapped. Wasn't expecting that. "Nobody owns me." he stated, his voice angry. He wasn't going to back down to him. Or for anybody for that matter. It wasn't the way he was raised, and he wasn't going to change now. Kai continued to glare at the other male, someone that had no right to challenge him. Clearly hitting him once hadn't done anything to him. What if he hit him again. Raising his hand again he slapped the slave across his other cheek. The sound of the slap resounding through the silence of the room. "You better start understanding your position about where you are, and about how many people are above you. The sooner you learn, the sooner you will be able to stay away from the pain." He backhanded him again and then threw him against the wall with enough force to knock his head against the wall. Damien winced when he was slapped again. Though he was expecting it that time. He already knew that everybody here was above him. But that didn't mean he was just going to obey Kai. He'd rather die than do that. Though he wasn't expecting to be thrown against the wall. When his head hit, the impact knocked him out, and he slumped to the floor. Kai looked down at the slave that he had just thrown against the wall, watching as the other male went slumping to the ground. He suddenly felt pity for the other male as he scooped him up in his arms and brought him over to his large, ornately decorated bed, and laid him there. He went and fished around in one the drawers by his bed as he brought out a silver cuff that had a length of chain attached to one end of it. Looping it around Damien's ankle he secured the other end to the bottom of the bed and under the bed so he wouldn't to move once he woke up. Letting out an aggravated sigh he walked out of the room as he decided on what he wanted to do now. He knew that he needed to get away from the slave since he knew that if he stayed there any longer he would end up doing something that he would come to regret. Damien was unconscious for a couple of hours. When he woke up, he was confused for a brief moment about where he was. But he remembered when he tried to get up and couldn't. Of course, he was chained up. Why should he have expected anything different. The way Kai had been acting proved that all slave owners were cruel. And no nothing was going to change his mind. Kai continued to pace around in the inner courtyard as he tried to figure out what he was going to do with his new slave. His parent's would immediately be wondering how his new slave, and he were getting along. Not to mention that he would have to bring the new slave to the banquet at the end of the week to commemorate him becoming an adult. Letting out a sigh he walked over to the fountain that was in the center of the courtyard and sat down at the edge as he looked into the water's depths looking in the water seeing if it would offer him answers. Splashing the water a little bit it came to him. Clearly his slave thought that all masters were harsh, what if he proved that he was a nice, kind master. Getting up to his feet he left to go back to his room to enact his plan. Though when he thought about it more it made him depressed because of all the things that he had done to his slave thus far. It would be a long road ahead for him. Damien took the time that Kai was gone to try to get his ankle free. But the only thing he managed to do was make it sore. Sighing, he stopped trying and laid back on the bed. That clearly wasn't working. Looks like he had to wait for Kai to return. When he did, Damien glared coldly at him. He really hated this guy. He was nothing but a liar, after all. And those were the types of people he hated most. Walking into the room again he immediately felt the temperature of the room get cooler. Looking over towards his bed he saw Damien glaring at him. Sitting on the bed he looked at the other male and said,"Look, I think we started on the wrong foot. I am really nice once you get to know me, but you don't know me very well." Holding out his hand he looked at the other male as he said,"Let's start over shall we?" Damien's glare turned colder. "I don't want to get to know you. I've already seen how you are. All I want is to go home." he said, his voice cold. He knew that someone's true self came out when they were angry. And Kai's already proven that he was cruel. So of course he wasn't going to believe that he could be nice. Nothing was going to change that. Kai let out a sigh as he looked at his slave. How the hell was going to change Damien's mind about this? Letting out a sigh of frustration he looked at Damien as he said,"You're right. I messed up. Please give me another chance." He doubted that begging the other male would have worked, but it was something that he hadn't tried yet. Damien thought about it. ". Fine. I'll give you another chance. But only because you said please." he told him. "But first you have to unchain me." There was no way he was going to be chained up and unable to defend himself. Being tied up like this was a dealbreaker. Kai listened to the other male as he sighed again, this time in relief. He wasn't too fond of undoing the cuff around the other males' ankle, but he knew that he would have to. If he didn't then it would be a dealbreaker for the two of them. "Very well," said Kai as he looked at the other male. Digging in his pocket he found the key to them and slipped it into the lock by the cuff. Unlocking the cuff he let it fall to the ground. He knew that by doing this he would get Damien to trust him, but he also knew that Damien might try to run as well. He knew though that he could easily overpower the other male. Furthermore, he hoped though that it wouldn't come to that. "There you go," said Kai as he looked at Damien. "How does your ankle feel?" "Sore." Damien responded, rubbing his ankle. "Doesn't matter. It just one more bruise for me to deal with." He knew that he had a lot of bruises. He could feel them whether he could see them. Furthermore, he briefly thought about running, but didn't think it would be a good idea at this moment. It could wait for another day when he knew his way around better. He could be patient for another day or two before he even tried to run. Kai furrowed his brow when he heard the other male say that he used to get bruises on his body all the time. He didn't like hearing that from Damien. He even felt a little, no terrible for his new slave. "Come with me to the infirmary so we can get you patched up a little bit. Do you think you can walk on your own, or do you want me to carry you there?" "I can walk just fine on my own. I don't need your help." Damien told him. And even if he did, he wouldn't accept it. Not from Kai especially. He stood and stumbled slightly when he tried to walk. His ankle hurt more than he had thought. But that didn't mean that he was going to accept any help. Kai looked at Damien and furrowed his eyebrow when he was cruelly brushed off. Rolling his eyes he watched Damien get off of the bed and stumble a little bit. Walking up to him, he scooped him up in his arms and continued down the hallway until they were at the area where the clinic was. Putting him down on the bed he went and began looking for items that he could put on and wrap the others' ankle so he wouldn't hurt it anymore. Damien wasn't expecting for Kai to suddenly pick him up like that. And he couldn't help but glare slightly. But it didn't last long. He knew that the other was trying to help him. So, he remained silent until they were there. Even after, he just watched him move around the room. It wasn't like he had anything he wanted to say to him. Kai continued to carry Damien out of his room and down the hallway towards the infirmary. Once they were there he placed Damien down on one of the beds that were there. The doctor was out treating one of the other nobles so she wasn't there. Kai went and began rummaging around for some medical supplies to help Damien. "How bad does it hurt?" asked Kai as he looked at Damien. "It's fine. It doesn't need to be treated." Damien said. He could handle this. He could remember a time when he had twisted his ankle once. This didn't hurt as bad. So, it would be fine. Besides, he didn't like people taking care of him. Kai turned around to look at his slave as he rolled his eyes. He could see it in the other's eyes that there was some form of pain going on. He also knew, from talking with the slave master before he was bought, that he was a "tough cookie," and that he didn't like people trying to take care of him. Well that was different now. He belonged to Kai and his family, and that meant that he would have to abide by the rules. "It might not hurt," said Kai as he put his hands on his hips as he turned around. "However, it is going to be treated. You will not be walking around with a limp or a hurting ankle. You are my property, yes, but you are also a guest here, and as such you will be taken care of." If only his parent's could hear him talking like this. He was pretty sure that his father wouldn't approve, and his mother would think that it was cute. Damien's eyes narrowed at him. He wasn't anybody's property. Not now or ever. He wouldn't stand for it. "Guests aren't treated like slaves. Guests aren't beaten or chained up. Slaves are. Don't think for a minute that I am ever going to submit to you. Because I won't. Not now or ever. I don't care what you do to me. It isn't going to change my mind." he stated, crossing his arms across his chest. Kai huffed a little bit. The little spitfire in front of him was becoming a rather large annoyance. He knew though that if he wanted his reward, and that would be for Damien to be obedient, then he would have to play his cards more carefully. Besides, what Damien was saying did make an awful lot of sense. Letting out another sigh he looked at him and said,"Fine, have it your way. To be honest you are really starting to annoy me." Clearly this wasn't going to end well so he cleared his throat and started again as he said,"You're right, Damien. I am to treat you as a guest, as I have promised. I am just used to getting everything that I want or could ever have in life, but I can't get you to submit. It's rather vexing. Please let me prove to you that you are my friend." He was annoying him? Good. Damien couldn't help but smirk slightly at that. He thought about what Kai said. "Alright. I'll let you prove it." he told him. But he doubted that they would ever be friends. Damien would never even want to be friends with someone like Kai. Someone who was rich and gets everything they wanted while he himself had to work for a living. Even as a kid. So there was no way they could even come close to being friends. Kai was glad that he heard Damien utter those words. He was glad that he would even be considered to be given a slight chance of redemption to be with the other male. "Alright then," said Kai. "I will try my very hardest." He then came back over with a few bandages and some ointment to put on it to make it stop aching. "So where does it hurt? We should probably fix it now before it gets any worse." Damien thought about if for a brief moment. "Around my ankle, where that cuff was." he said, showing hm the bruises there. He barely felt the other bruises, though he knew they were there. He never could forget it if he got hurt. But that was probably because his dad always made him relax until he was better, even for a tiny bruise. Thinking about his father made him feel a bit sad, but he tried to not show it on his face. Kai came over with the ointment and knelt down as he took some and began rubbing it into the part where the other male indicated that it was hurting. "This might sting a little bit when I massage it, but I promise it will feel better in a few minutes. There is a numbing agent in the cream I am using. So bear with it for a little while." He could see exactly where the bruise was. For the most part it had made a complete circle around Damien's ankle, right where the cuff was. He suddenly felt very bad for being so harsh to the other. After the cream was completely rubbed in, he went and took some gauze bandaging and wrapped it around the ankle, securing it with a piece of tape. "That's not too tight is it?" asked Kai as he looked at the other male. Damien winced slightly when Kai rubbed the cream in. That did sting. But he tried to not let it show on his face. He was silent during the entire process and shook his head to the other's question. "No. It's fine." he told him, not really used to someone taking care of him that wasn't his father. He was so used to taking care of himself it was hard to adjust to this. Kai saw the look on the other's face and removed his hands from the other's ankle. "That should be good for now," said Kai as he looked at his hand-work. "I will re-wrap it before we retire for bed." He didn't want to tell the other male that they would be spending their time together at night in the same room, in the same bed. He was just starting to get the other male to come out of his shell, and he didn't want to mess that up. Damien nodded. "So what now?" he asked, needing to know. It wasn't like he could just sit around all day. He was bound to have some sort of job, and he wanted to know what it was sooner rather than later. Kai looked at the other male and thought about the other's question. He hadn't really thought that far in advance so he decided that he would just give the other male a tour of the manor grounds. He would have to know where he needed to go to do different tasks when he was ordered to. "Well it is still rather early. Let me take you on another tour of the manor so you know where to go when I or another family member gives you a task to do." Walking over to the door of the infirmary he looked at the other male and said,"Well come on." Damien nodded before getting out of bed. Sure, he didn't want to be shown around again. He knew where he needed to go. And that was out of here. But it wasn't like he could say that. So he just followed Kai silently, limping slightly, wincing from the pain. His ankle hurt a lot more than he had thought it would. He was hoping the pain would fade the more he put pressure on it. It normally did, so he wasn't worried. Kai watched as the other male got off of the infirmary bed that he was sitting on. He winced himself a little bit as he saw Damien wince as well. He knew that the other male was probably in a lot of pain. Walking back over to the medicine cabinet he took out a bottle and placed two capsules into his hand. He got a glass and filled it with water as he walked over to Damien and said,"Here drink this. It is a painkiller. It also has a numbing agent in it as well that will take the pain away. Here." Damien looked at the pills. His father always told him to never take any sort of drug. Especially from someone you didn't trust. So he really didn't want to take the painkiller. If that was what it really was. But his ankle was hurting terrible and that was overruling everything else. So, he reached out and took the pills, swallowing them quickly. After a while, the pain started to fade, and he was instantly relieved. Kai was a little worried that Damien wouldn't take the painkillers that he was offering the other male. He sighed with relief though as he saw the other male take the pills without anymore coaxing, and then he downed them in one gulp with some water. He saw the look on the other's face immediately begin to look a bit happier. "Are you feeling any better? We can continue the tour once you are," said Kai as he thought about which place he would show Damien first. "I feel fine now." Damien told him. Normally, he would thank someone for helping him. But there was no way that he was going to be thanking Kai for anything. Not now or ever. He was just ready to get moving so that he could have a better idea about the layout of the place so that he could get out of here faster. Kai raised an eyebrow when he didn't hear a proper thank you from Damien. He was getting really annoyed with his slaves conduct. "Aren't you going to say anything? I just helped you, twice, after all. I could have left you to be in pain." He was getting really sick of this sulking behavior that Damien was showing him. It needed to be fixed now. "I am not going to thank you, if that's what you're expecting. I didn't ask for your help and I could have dealt with the pain." Damien stated. He knew that he was starting to annoy Kai. But he really didn't care. He wanted to annoy him. Maybe then he'd be taken back to the market, and he'd have a better chance of getting away. Kai narrowed his eyes a little bit. Clearly this slave didn't know how to react people being nice to him. Letting out another sigh he looked at him and said,"Look the least you can do is be grateful, or at least nice. Good people get rewards and bad people get punished. Since I own you I can do whatever I darn well please. I've already taken away your freedom, do you want me to take other things?" He hoped that the slave could fill in the blanks without him having to be frank with the other male, but he felt a little bad as well because he wanted Damien to like him as well. "There is nothing more you can take from me other than my life." Damien stated. His freedom was the only thing that mattered. Besides, of course, his father. But he wasn't sure if he was even still alive. So he was worried about that more than about himself. He wasn't afraid of Kai, and he wasn't going to show any weakness. Kai narrowed his eyes as he looked at Damien. He then closed them as he thought about how he could change his current predicament. Letting out a sigh he looked at Damien and said,"Look you are going to be here for a long time. We might as well get used to spending a lot of time with each other. So I say we try again. Besides, I might be able to use my social resources to find your father again." He knew what he was saying was probably a semi-lie, but he also knew that he needed to get the other male to trust him for the time being. Damien was silent, thinking about that. Sure, he would love to see his father again. But, he couldn't tell if Kai was lying or not. He was sure that he was. Why should he help him? He was nothing more than his slave, after all. But, it couldn't hurt to pretend to get along with him, right? If it meant there was a chance that he would see his father again. So, he reluctantly nodded at the suggestion. Kai was glad that he heard the other male say that he would listen to him, but he was also not very convinced about it either. He knew that the slave wanted one thing, and that one thing was his freedom. He would have to make sure to keep his eye on him, and have him with him at all times. "Very well," said Kai as he looked at Damien. "Shall we then continue the tour of the manor?" Damien nodded again. He was ready to get moving. He had always hated standing still for to long. Making a mental note to be more careful about planning his escape, he waited as patiently as he could for them to get moving. Kai noted that Damien, at the small mention of coming to a truce, that he was becoming less of a hellion to him. Maybe it would work out after all. Walking out of the room that they were in he began walking down the hallway explaining a lot about his family history, and how they got to being where they were today. His father was the current leader of the Sandra diamond family, and he was the only son, and heir, to the fortune. He decides that he would take the other to the gardens. It was one of the few places, besides his room, that he truly felt like he belonged. Damien wasn't really listening to Kai talk about his family. It wasn't something he cared about. He already knew that they were rich, so that wasn't important. Though he was happier at the thought of going outside. He hated being locked up indoors. It made him feel like he was suffocating. So that would definitely be better. Kai continued to walk down the hallways as he had a new spring in his step. He was glad that he was still able to go out into the gardens. As a young child he had a bad constitution, and he was prone to getting suck a lot. His parents had the garden specifically made for him so he would be able to get out to get some air without having to stray too far from the manor. Walking to a set of glass double doors he pushed one open as he inhaled the fresh air deeply. "We're here," replied Kai as he walked into the garden as he held the door open for the other male. Damien followed after Kai, his eyes looking everywhere. It would be best to know exactly where he was going. When they got outside, he looked around, making a mental note to examine this area further when he had the chance to be alone. Otherwise, it would just be suspicious if he tried finding a way out of here. Kai watched as the other male looked around everywhere when he entered through the door and into the garden. He could tell that the other wasn't really looking at things just to admire them, but he had a more calculating look about him. "I wonder if he is looking for some form of an escape route. Probably, no doubt, since he have already seen a rebellious streak in him. I should keep a close watch on him," thought Kai as he began walking around the gardens. Walking to the one corner of the garden he stopped and stared upwards. The tree that he was standing in front of was a Willa tree. It was planted the day that he was born. He loved laying under the shade of the rather large tree, and he loved eating the fruit that it produced. They tasted similar to that of apples. Glancing over at Damien he said,"Come here and taste one of these." Reaching up he plucked one of the bright red pieces of fruit off of the branch and tossed it at Damien in hopes that the other would catch it. Damien didn't notice at first where Kai had gone. He was more focused on looking around. But, after a moment, he realized that he had lost sight of him. So, he looked around and saw him underneath a large tree. He went over and barely managed to catch the fruit that was tossed at him. After examining it for a moment, he took a bite. It was pretty good, so it ate the rest in silence. He wasn't going to speak to the other unless he absolutely had to. Kai was glad that the other had caught the fruit, and he was even happier when the other took a bite of it. Apparently the other male had enjoyed the taste of the Willa fruit. He remembered he would go out with his father and mother, when he was younger, and they would go Willa picking when it was time for the harvest. That rarely happened nowadays since his father was constantly busy, and his mother was busy running the manor house. In a way he was glad that he owned a slave now, not to own another person, but because he had a friend now. Picking a Willa for himself he walked over to the other male and smiled as he said," Do you like it? There are a ton of orchards around our manor. Maybe we can go and pick some. The harvest is after all later this month. Would you like that?" Kai didn't like the idea that he was practically grasping at straws to try and get the other to talk to him, but what other choice did he have right now? Damien nodded. Yeah, he liked the fruit. Though he was more hesitant about the harvest idea. He really wasn't planning on being around long enough for that to happen. But, if something goes wrong with his plan, then it would give him something to look forward to. Though not by much. He found himself nodding again anyway. It would be nice. Kai was glad that the other agreed to go with him to the harvest. Maybe having a slave wouldn't be so bad. As he continued to look at the sky he heard someone coming across the grass quickly. Turning his gaze to the other male he looked towards the entrance to the garden. An attendant came running towards the two of them." I do not mean to interrupt your tour of the manor, my lord, but your father has requested your attendance in the audience chamber. He also wants Damien to be taken to the kitchens where he will be put to work in the meantime. After you are done, you may go and collect him,"said the attendant between gasps of air. Kai raised an eyebrow but then nodded. "Very well," replied Kai. "See to it that Damien is taken to the kitchens then." The attendant nodded, and then began walking towards the entrance again motioning towards Damien to follow him. Damien glared at the attendant. How dare he tell him what to do! And why did he seem to think that he was just going to follow him to do some work for people he didn't even like. But, then he thought about it. Maybe he could overpower this guy and have the chance to run. But that more likely wouldn't work because even if he could run, he had no idea where he was going. Sighing, he followed after the man. Might as well go before he's forced to follow. Kai walked down the hallway after the attendant as he tried to think of why he was being summoned by his father. He never liked the man, but he knew that until the other male's death that he needed to treat him with reverence and respect, even if he didn't deserve any. The attendant stopped in front of a double set of heavily oaken doors as he moved off to the side." Your father is waiting for you inside,"Kai nodded as he pushed open one of the doors and walked into the ornately decorated room. This room was specially reserved for family gatherings and holidays. Glancing around the room he saw his father standing in front of the rather large fireplace towards the back of the room. Walking towards his father he cleared his throat a little bit and said,"Father, I was told that you wanted to see me." His father turned and looked at him as he said," Yes we have much to discuss." Damien followed Kai and the attendant and watched as Kai entered a large room. Then continued down to where they were going. Though he never got the chance to overpower him and run. As much as he wanted to. There was way to many people around for him to be able to. He knew that he would just need to be patient, and his chance will come. He just knew it. Kai stood ramrod straight as he looked at his father. He knew by his father's tone that there was something serious that they were going to be discussing soon. His father gestured towards a table that was set out, and he walked towards it. He sat down quickly, and his father was soon to join him. Kai swallowed as he saw his father observing him over his glasses. "Father what was it that you wanted to discuss with me?" asked Kai. He hoped that this wouldn't be seen as him being rude, or trying to rush his father into telling him something. His father cleared his throat as he continued to look at his son. Letting out a sigh he said,"Yes, we have much to discuss. I am glad that you have a slave now, but this doesn't mean that you can get out of finding a bride as well. You need to find a wife. I am not in my prime anymore, and you will be the one that will be my successor. I want to get an heir before I die." Kai rolled his eyes, he was all too familiar with this conversation that he was having with his father. He didn't want to get married. He was too young to get married, and no one was going to force him to get married. Glancing at his father he glared at him a little bit as he said," I do not wish to wed anyone right now. There is not a person in this kingdom that I like nor would wed." He could see the irritation in his father's eyes, but Kai didn't much care. Kai could practically see the gears in his father's mind begin to turn as his father was trying to think of something to say to his son. Kai just hoped that his father wouldn't do anything too serious. Damien wasn't really listening to what he was being told for him to do. He didn't really care. He wasn't going to do any of it. When he was done getting his instructions, he went off and hid in an empty room. He figured he could hide out in here until it gets dark and sneak out when everybody was asleep. That would make everything much easier when nobody could see what he was trying to do. Then, once he was out, he would go find his father and help them start a new life. And nobody was going to stop him. He wouldn't allow it. Kai continued to stare at his father, wondering what the other was thinking. If it was one thing that his father was good at it was keeping people guessing. Swallowing hard he averted his eyes to stare at his own two shoes. His father turned towards him and glared at him as he said," Get out of my sight." Kai nodded his head and turned to make a run for the door. He didn't want to be in his father's presence any more than necessary. Besides, right now he wanted to be with his slave more than anything right now. He wanted someone to comfort him, anyone to comfort him. It was a long shot, but he wanted Damien's comfort. Walking out the double doors he eyed the attendant. "Where is Damien?" he asked as he looked at the attendant. The attendant glanced at him, and Kai knew immediately that the other male had lost sight of him. Growling low in his throat he turned on his heel and began running around looking for Damien. He was going to find him if it was the last thing that he did. Damien ended up falling asleep in the room. Luckily, he had locked the door. So he didn't think anybody would be able to come in. He didn't even think that anybody would be looking for him in the first place. It wasn't like anybody really took notice of him. He's only been here for like a day so far. So why should anybody be looking for him. Not that it mattered to him anyway. Nobody here mattered to him. He'd be gone before he got close to anybody. Kai continued to look for the other male. He briefly wondered if he had been too hard on the other male. Maybe he should have been nicer to him. It was true that Damien had been bought as a slave from the market. His first reaction to buying a slave was as a right to passage for him. It had always been that way after all. However, when he passed the various stalls and cages he had come across the most stunning person that he had ever seen in his life. He knew that rather than owning the other male he wanted to free the other male and befriend him. Possibly the other male would eventually come to love him as a lover as well, but that probably wouldn't happen for a while. Besides, right now over all else he needed to find Damien before he ran off somewhere. When Damien woke up, he wasn't sure where he was at first. When he remembered, he instantly felt depressed. Then that passed and anger replaced it. He was definitely getting out of here. With that in mind, he stood and unlocked the door. He peeked out, making sure nobody was there, before leaving himself. He crept through the halls, keeping out of sight of everybody else. Furthermore, he really hoped he didn't get caught since he wasn't sure what the punishment would be for trying to run off. Furthermore, he wasn't a big fan of pain, after all. Kai continued to run around the manor ground looking for him. He had swept through the first floor of the manor, and now he was making his way to the second floor. Glancing over the edge of the balcony in front of the door he did a double take when he saw Damien's form sneaking around. "Damien!" yelled Kai as he vaulted over the side. Landing hard on the ground, he got up as he dusted himself off, and then began moving towards the other male. He wondered briefly what the other would do. The doors were locked, by a chain lock as well as a code that only he and his family knew, so going out the front wouldn't be an option. Damien froze when he heard his name being called. He turned and looked back, and his eyes widened when he saw Kai. He turned back forward and started running. Furthermore, he tried to go through several doors, but when they were locked, he moved to the next one. Furthermore, he wasn't going to stop trying until he was caught. Or completely ran out of breath. Whichever came first. Unfortunately for him, it was the second one, and he was forced to stop to catch his breath. Kai watched as he saw Damien go running to each of the doors in the main foyer. He tried each one of them. Those rooms had always been locked, unless there was company over. The people that stayed in the manor home overnight stayed in those rooms. As he watched Damien try each one of the doors he neared closer to the other male. He figured that he didn't want to scare the other male more than he had to so he waited for the other to stop himself. He knew that the other had exerted a lot of his energy, and he also knew that the other would be fatigued from lack of sleep, food, or water. Taking the other male by the shoulder he turned him around as he pushed him against the stone wall. Once they were looking at one another he took Damien's hand and pinned them above his head. He held onto the wrists hard enough that he wouldn't escape, but not hard enough to hurt the other male. Damien froze when he felt someone grab his shoulder. His eyes narrowed when he saw that it was Kai. When he was pinned, he instantly started to struggle, but didn't really have the energy for it. So he eventually stopped. "Just leave me alone...." he muttered, his eyes dropping, tired. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget any of this even happened. Kai continued to hold the other male against the wall as he felt the other male begin to struggle less and less. He didn't want to hurt the other male, but he might as well learn him place and learn it fast before he did anything to embarrass him in front of company, or worse his father. He heard the other male practically wale out to be left alone. "No," he responded flatly. He hated being this rough with another human being, but he didn't like this one bit. His parents were bound to hear the noise and come from wherever they were to investigate. "Just stop struggling. The sooner that you understand your position the better it will be for you, and the less pain you will be in." He knew that he probably stepped over the boundary a little bit of being a complete ass, but he wanted to make his point very clear. Damien glared at Kai for a moment before his eyes dropped again. He could feel some tears forming in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He was not going to appear weak in front of this guy. All he wanted was to go home and back to his life. It wasn't fair that he was being forced to be here, so far from his friends and family. Not like this guy would understand that. He wasn't the one taken from his home. Kai suddenly felt very bad that he had made the other male feel sad. Then again sad was an understatement. He felt downright retched with himself. Letting out a sigh he let go of the other male as he placed his hands over his face. He knew that it probably wasn't the best thing to say, especially right after he was so cruel to the other, but he said,"Look I am sorry. It must not be easy for you. I can't even imagine you getting through this. However, your position isn't going to change, so we might as well make the best of it. If you can learn how to behave and relax a little bit I am sure that you will be able to see you friends and family again." Damien felt slightly better after Kai let go of him. But not much. And he didn't really believe that he was sorry. Why should he be? And of course he couldn't imagine what he was going through! "I am not going to just behave because you told me to. And I'm definitely never going to be able to relax. Not here. I won't bow down to your rules." He didn't care if he got beat for disobedience. He wasn't going to be controlled. Kai let out a long-drawn-out sigh. There was no getting to the other male. He knew that the other would be rebellious to a fault. So what was there that he could do to the other male? He could of course punish him. Kai after all did like watching a good hanging now and again. He had gotten that nasty streak from his father. His father made it a spectacle to take him to bear bating and other various things. He didn't like the idea of punishing the other male either. He knew that Damien was far too fragile and timid for that. So what was there that he could do. Letting out another sigh he raked a hand through his hair as he was deep in thought. "What do I have to do, other than let you go, for you to trust me? Not even trust me, but just like me?" As he said this he kept thinking about how the other kept going on and on about his father and how he wanted to see the other male. That sparked an idea. "What if I bring your father here?" Of course Kai had no idea how he was going to accomplish this feat, but maybe together something could be accomplished. Damien remained silent. He had no idea why Kai would think there was anything he could do to make him like him. He knew there wasn't anything. Furthermore, he shook his head at the question about his father. As much as he wanted to see him, he didn't want him to be sold as a slave. He was getting older and wouldn't be able to handle it. "No. I'd feel better knowing he was safe where he is." he stated. "And I don't know if there is anything you could do to make me like you. And I'm not supposed to if I'm your slave." Kai let out a frustrated growl as he raked a hand through his hair. There really was no getting through to this other male. He tried to be nice, he even offered to let the other male see his father, not even as a slave. What did the other want? He figured the other wanted to be released. Then again he didn't really want a slave in the first place. That was more his father talking, and in a sense he feared the other man he did whatever his father told him to do. "Will you at least be my friend?" said Kai as he glanced at the other male. "My father was the one that wanted me to have a slave, and I guess since I do have some fear and reverence for my father I followed him without asking any questions. Would you at least pretend to be my slave, or my friend, in front of my father?" How could he have missed it before. This was what his father wanted, not what he wanted. Damien thought about it. He really didn't want to be Kai's friend. He couldn't understand why the man would think that he wanted to be friends with the man that had just bought him. But, if you would make him not be treated like a slave, then he could at least pretend, right? It wouldn't kill him. He nodded slightly. "I suppose so." he told him. Kai broke out into a smile when heard what the other had said. Were they finally making some form of progress? It was a miracle. "Alright then," said Kai as he came up closer to the other. Sticking his hand out in front of the other so they could shake on it and make it official. This would hopefully start off as a budding friendship, and if nurtured properly could proceed to something a bit more. Damien stared at Kai's hand for a brief second before reaching out and quickly shook his hand, dropping it quickly. He really didn't want to have to keep contact with him longer than necessary. Now that they decided to be friends, he hoped that meant that he could have some time to himself so that he could figure out what he planned to do about this. ((Uhm, they have been having this conversation for so long I forgot what location they were in. I think it was the "main foyer." Let's just assume that there is a table set aside somewhere off to the side)) Kai was amazed that the other had gone and shaken his hand. He figured the other would try to resist with every fiber of his being. "Very well," said Kai as he went to sit back down in the chair near a table. Gesturing the other to sit down as well. He then called in a maid who brought some tea and a variety of cakes, cookies, and small sandwiches. "You must be hungry," said Kai as he gestured towards the various foods. He then took a sandwich and a bit into it, relishing the taste of it. He watched as the maid left through one of the doors. "We have much to discuss, including your sleeping arrangements." Damien took a seat when Kai offered. He was a bit hesitant to take any of the food, but his growling stomach wouldn't let him resist. He reached out and took a sandwich, eating it slowly. "What all do we need to discuss?" he asked, eating until his stomach was full. Feeling better, he was in a much better mood now that his stomach was full. Kai smirked when he heard the sound of the other's stomach growl. "We need," he began before closing his lips deep in thought. How was he going to be brought it up to the other male. How was he going to tell the other that he would be sharing a room with him, let alone a bed with him? He knew that the other was most likely going to resist, but he wanted to be straight and honest with Damien. "Well we need to discuss where you will be spending the night, and the remainder of your nights." He finally knew of a surefire way to get the other to agree with him. "You will be spending the nights here in my room." He paused. "If not you can always spend your remaining days in the servants quarters, but let me tell you I can't guarantee your safety there." A lot of people knew, including would be assassins and assassins alike that the best way to get to a royal family member were those that he or she was close to. "If you do sleep in the servant quarters, I might not be able to trust you, which means a guard will be with you everywhere you go."

Captured Hearts|rating:2.0

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A few of my likes are sweets, midnight, the moon, photography, and motocross. A few of my dislikes are the deep ocean, being teased, some green veggies, and being away from her family. I am terrified of the deep dark ocean, because I had a bad accident a while ago in the ocean, basically fell over board, went black, couldn't get back up and almost drowned. I am a sweet caring girl, I try my hardest to make everyone happy, even if it causes my to hurt. Furthermore, I try my best to keep a smile on my lips, I am childish but it's my best way to cope with all that has happened in my life. What else. Oh yeah, I am protective so don't you dare hurt my brother's feelings. Oh, I do not have tattoos. I do have piercings, my earrings and angle bites. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on well, I'm not sure yet. Hello I am Nicolas Andrew Silver heart, but you can call me Nick. I am Eighteen years old, and I'll be a year older on June 28. As you can tell I am a Male. A few of my likes are Art, the moon, nature, and reading. A few of my dislikes are carrots, cheaters, lairs, and to many people in an area. I'm a bit claustrophobic. I am terrified of Heights, because I'm just terrified of falling off of something high and dying or something like that. Furthermore, I am often kept to myself, and I'm usually quiet. Furthermore, I'm really nice, and I would never to anything to purposely hurt somebody. Furthermore, I guess you can call me a softy, but I will stand my ground if needed, especially if your hurting anyone in my family. Furthermore, I do start to become a bit more outgoing once I get to know you better. Oh, I do not have tattoos. I do have piercings, but only on my left ear. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on that's for me to know and you to find out...... Hello I am Daniel James Silver Hart, but you can call me Dan, or Danny. I am 16 years old, and I'll be a year older on December 13th. As you can tell I am a Male. A few of my likes are Spicy food, Cats, Acoustic Guitar, Warm weather, the Sun and Drawing. A few of my dislikes are The dark, Spiders (way too many legs), bitter food, being cold and electronica style music. I am terrified of The dark, because when I was 6 I used to sleepwalk and one of the times I ended up walking out of the house and down the street. I woke up in the middle of the night with no light and was completely terrified. My parents only found me in the morning with the help of the neighbors. Thank God I’ve grown out of the sleep walking now. I am Quite an outgoing type of guy. I like going out and meeting new people, and it doesn’t take much for me to make a friend. Of course, that leaves me with plenty of friends, but none of them very close. I like going to parties and to be honest I prefer being out than being with my family. It’s not that I don’t love them or anything, I just feel a bit of a black sheep out of my siblings, even if we look similar, and my parents have important jobs, I don't like bothering them too much. Of course, I’d do anything to protect my siblings and make them happy, but that doesn’t stop me feeling like the third wheel, being the youngest and them being twins. I’m a very good secret keeper, very few people know of my fear, or that I still sleep with a night light (which we don’t tell people!). I’m easy going and stuff like academics don’t bother me too much, nor does sport, although I take drawing very seriously ^^ I’d like to get into art college one day. . Oh, I DO have tattoos, A dragon tattoo down my right arm and a sun tattoo over my left shoulder with the Japanese kanji for long life in the middle of the sun. I Do have piercings, A tongue piercing, but that’s it. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on Someone, but I won’t say who for now. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬☀▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ McDaniel Hello I am Alice Marie McDaniel, but you can call me Alice or Al. I am 17 years old, and I'll be a year older on July 18. As you can tell I am a female. A few of my likes are cooking, the beach at night, singing, playing the guitar, cats, and drawing. A few of my dislikes are rainy days, dogs, quite rooms, and confined spaces. I am terrified of losing the people that are close to me, because my mom died, and it just tore me apart, and I never want to feel like that again. I am quiet and tend to keep to myself, although when I am more comfortable with the people around me, I tend to talk a little more. Furthermore, I tend to be off in my own world most of the time enjoying things around me or drawing, so don’t take it the wrong way if I don’t respond right away. Oh, I don’t have tattoos. I do have piercings, the standard just my ears. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on I don’t know yet. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬☀▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Jacobson Hello I am Madilynn Jacobson, but you can call me Lynn. I am 16 years old, and I'll be a year older on July 13. As you can tell I am a girl. A few of my likes are music, dancing, reading in the sun, rain, and swimming. A few of my dislikes are cold weather, silence, cats, and being told what to do. I am terrified of heights, because I once fell out of a window when playing with some neighbor kids and I remember watching the ground get closer as I fell. I am pretty mellow and easy to get along with. Furthermore, I don't like getting in the way of others and am called a pushover a lot because I don't like arguing with others. Oh, I don't have tattoos. I do have piercings, two holes in both ear lobes. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on no one, yet. Hello I am Jayson Nicholas Jacobson, but you can call me Jay. I am 17 years old, and I'll be a year older on September 6. As you can tell I am a male. A few of my likes are music, dark colors, playing drums and video games, and climbing trees. A few of my dislikes are highly bubbly people, bright colors like yellow, and horses to an extent. I am terrified of clowns, because of that stupid movie It. I am told that I'm quiet, but that's only when I want to be or around those I don't know too much. Despite my looks, I'm actually a very nice person. Oh, I don't have tattoos, but I have a birthmark on my right calf. I do have piercings, left eyebrow, 6 on right ear, one cartilage, and three on left ear. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on, well I'm not sure. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬☀▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Blackwood Hello I am Scarlett Aurora Blackwood, but you can call me Scar. I am 17 years old, and I'll be a year older on April 8th. As you can tell I am a Female. A few of my likes are painting, playing the violin, drawing, singing, being outside, and history. A few of my dislikes are being alone, clowns, darkness, and annoying people. I am terrified of not living up to my parents expectations, because bot my parents are huge in Hollywood and are always surrounded by people with talent. Especially my mother since she's an actress. I myself am in Drama plays at school, but never something big. I want to be a history teacher when I'm older. But my parent's have big dreams for me that involve being a star like them, when in all reality. I never want to be like them. I am very outgoing! But at times I can be quiet, calm and down to earth. I'm not a snob like most people think, I am rarely even put around stars or spotlights other than when my parents are at home.usually never. I care more about my brother than I do myself, and am a very stubborn girl. Oh, I Do have tattoos, I have a tattoo of the outline of a heart on my wrist. I Do have piercings, I only have my ears pierced. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on ... I can't tell you! You'll be sure to tell him once you see him. But all I can say is that I act so odd around him!. Hello I am Desmond Blackwood, but you can call me DES. I am 16 years old, and I'll be a year older on March 17. As you can tell I am a male. A few of my likes are drawing, skateboarding and talking to girls. A few of my dislikes are users, liars, and having to bail on plans with friends. I am terrified of bugs, because when he was 4, he found a flying roach in his bowl of cereal. I am occasionally spastic, but a bit calm when I feel like it. Sometimes I don’t show my emotions outright, but when I don’t go overboard with it. Oh, I DON'T have tattoos, None. I DO have piercings, on my ears. They are pretty standard though, so no biggie. Ohh I cannot believe I forgot this, please don't tell, but I have a crush on Sienna Silver hart. 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June 15th ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬☀▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [right] yawned as she blinked repeatedly at the computer screen. Rubbing her eyes she groaned at the fact that the sand man still came and put sand in the corner of her eyes. Sniffling softly she closed her computer down and finally stood up. Wobbling slightly Chance straightened her back, cracking it slightly as she made her way to her bathroom. Putting the lights on, she gasped and stared at her bathroom, it was a mess. “What happened?” looking around she sighed remembering that she was looking for something last night, being dumb and not putting the lights on. Shaking her head, she quickly went to work and started to clean up her mess. Finally, after thirty minutes of clean up Chance hummed softly Stereo Love. Putting her iPod in her pocket she slipped the headphones over her head and blasted her songs at random. Walking back into her room, she quickly worked on her room, making it look tidy and presentable for when the others come and get settled in. she looked outside her window to see the sun rising over the Atlantic Ocean. It really was beautiful, the sunrise, not the ocean. Ever since that accident out in the open waters she has be deathly afraid of the deep ocean. Sure she could go in it, but only a few feet, she would start to get scared once the water went to her chest, and she was short, so that didn't help. About 3 years ago the family went out into the waters for a trip to the ocean, her parents thought it would be fun. Well it was, that was until Chance slipped on the wet surface of the boat, hit her head on the side and fell into the water. When her eyes where open there were fish all around her, she couldn't breath, her sight going fuzzy ad creatures went by her, she started to panic just as her twin brother came in and brought her back up. This incident caused her to go down below deck and not look at the water, and now her fear as stayed, if not grown, since then. Chance looked at herself in the mirror and soon was in the shower. Cleaning her body from the all-nighter she had just pulled, she sighed closing her eyes in the cold water. Her body ached slightly as she sat down in the shower, looking up, her eyes closed, she imagined the rain. Back when she was younger and her parents weren't so famous, rich, busy; they would always go out into the rain, play around in the park, just have fun. Sighing, she stood up and finished up before dying off her body. Walking out of the shower she looked at herself in the mirror. She was only 5 foot 3, and weighted just about 90 pounds. For some reason she couldn't gain anything more, when she wished she could have that perfect body, short and skinny was not her idea of perfect. “Oh well, maybe when I'm older something will happen.” taking in a deep breath she towels dried her hair and then pulled it in loose pigtails. Walking into her room and into the closet, she pulled out a black outfit of hers. Though instead of the normal heals that would go with that outfit she pulled out her sneakers and slipped everything on before heading out into the hall. Wondering down the halls she wondered if her two brothers were up or not. The sun was finally coming up, it was around 7am at the moment. Ending up in the kitchen she decided to make some breakfast. Created her normal beacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, orange juice, and milk breakfast. Keeping what was needed to stay warm on the hot plates, and what needed to be cold, in the frig. Setting the table she set places for her brothers and her Aunt and Uncle, who was staying there with them. Though they were more invisible than anything. “Hey wake up sleepy heads!!!!” she shouted out before starting to eat her food. Swallowing everything with some milk she made some extras of everything for the kids that were coming soon. She wasn't to sure on when they would arrive. In all honesty she didn't know then at well, just on what she could remember from way back when. The last time she saw then and actually talked with them in person was about 6 years ago. Chance wondered on how much they had changed. Smirking slightly she was also happy because her and her twin's birthday was in a few days, actually. She wanted to plan something amazing for her brother, he was the one thing in the world that was everything to her. She quickly pulled out a post-it note and wrote: 'I'm off to the beach with my quad, see you guys soon, text me if our guests start to come. And if you are a quest and reading this: (760)123-8210 is my number. Bye!' she put the note on the frig door, while also drawing a large circle around it with marker [it washes off]. Smirking she soon ran into the garage and started up her quad. And soon she was off, racing down to the beach and trekking along the beach. After a while she stopped back at her home and parked the quad near the pier that connects back to her home. Sitting down at the edge she dangled her feet and look at what was around her. [ahh sorry I rambled on... always happens on my first posts, sorry] [and now I am off to bed Lt;3] [LEFT] Nick groaned slightly as he heard his sister call for them to get up. He'd been up all night on his computer, talking to some random person he'd meet online a few nights ago. He rolled off his bed and onto his messy floor, before forcing himself to stand up. Furthermore, he knew he'd better pick his room up, since the guest would arrive soon. Furthermore, he sighed, before he began picking up the things on the floor, which were mostly his boxers and things like that. After finishing that up, he decided to actually take a shower, since he hadn't gotten around to it last night. He stood on his tip-toes, reaching for his towel that had been on his top shelf. Nick wasn't much taller than his twin sister, or didn't weigh to much more than her, so he wasn't exactly the most manly man. He really didn't mind though, although he did get a lot of teasing throughout the school year. Nick quickly undressed himself, before hopping in the shower. He let the warm water run down his tired face. After a five-minute shower, he dried himself off, before hopping out and throwing on some black skinny jeans, with a simple solid gray shirt, and his favorite orange converse. He never really did go all out and dress up all nice for things. He figured that if they didn't like him for his real style then they weren't people he wanted to hang around. After preparing himself, he quickly ran downstairs and into the kitchen, where he found the table set for him and the other members of the family. He smiled at the thought of his twin sister making all of this. She meant the world to him, and was determined to get her something spectacular for their birthday that was coming up soon. He'd been saving for a camera for her, since he knew she'd enjoyed photography. It wasn't exactly a cheap camera, and he'd had to secretly get another job to get the money for it, but to him, it was all worth it. Nick grabbed the post-it note, reading it quickly, before helping himself to the food his sister had made, not bothering to try to get up his brother. [Right] rolled over and hit the snooze button on the alarm clock beside her and then sat up with her feet on the floor. She and her father had stopped at a motel on their way to New York. They had left the day before to make it on the right day; she forgot how long the trip was and was glad that they were over half way there. They only had 3 and a half more hours left of their 22-hour drive, she had almost forgotten how long the trip was. She stood up and walked into the kitchenette in the motel room and sat down at the table and quickly ate a granola bar that she had brought. She noticed what time it was on one of the clocks and sighed walking into the bathroom their plan was to leave at 7:30, and it was 7 now. Furthermore, she took a shower and then dried her hair then got her clothes out of her suitcase. Furthermore, she picked out her normaloutfither hair was down to her shoulder blades and slightly curly as usual. Standing about 5’7” she was tall, but she didn’t care, she then went to go wake up her dad. She shook his shoulder saying” Hey dad come on if you want to get out of here by 7:30 you should get up now.” She sat on one of the beds and pulled out a bag with eight sketch books and sixteen boxes of pencils, she knew that it was going to be a summer filled with inspiration and came prepared. Furthermore, she pulled out one book and a box of pencils and set them on the bed then stood up and put the bag back in her suitcase as well as her pj’s then closed it up and moved it over to the door. Furthermore, she sat back on the bed and picked up her black heart necklaced put it on. Her mother had given it to her before she died, and now she never went anywhere without it. She grabbed the sketchbook and pencils when she heard the shower stop and stood up and went over to the table and sat down. She pulled out her iPod and put one of the headphones in and started to sketch. Her father walked out of the bathroom and back into the room he was already dressed and ready to go he put a few things back into his suitcase and then put it beside Alice’s’ at the door. He walked to where Alice was and looked at her, Alice looked up and said” Ready to go now?” She smiled and stood up closing the sketchbook and walking towards the door. Her father nodded at picked up the room key and said” I am just going to return the key to the office, can you put the bags in the car?” Alice smiled and said” Yea, sure dad”, she picked up the car keys, slipped on her flip flop sand picked the bags and walked out of the room and towards the car. She put them in the trunk of the car and then got into the passenger seat and put the keys on the driver seat for her dad. When her dad got to the car he put it in gear and started on their way towards New York again. The ride was quite, her dad drove listening to the radio, and she just sat there with her feet on the dashboard with the sketchbook on her knees drawing and listening to her iPod. She was thinking about how her summer was going to be it had been awhile since she had gone to New York and only remembered the beach. It was her favorite place it was quiet most of the time with only the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore, it was the best at night it was the most peaceful time for her. She looked at her dad and took out one of her headphones and asked” So, why are we going now? I mean it has been a few years, and we barely even saw them.” He fathers looked at her then back at the road saying” We got invited, and it will be a nice change since your mother died you really haven’t done anything.” Alice shrugged and said” I have to but in my own way”, she put her headphone back in and ended the conversation. Her father didn’t care as long as she was happy doing her own thing, they were almost there so she would be able to meet up with her old friends again. Alice saw the old house coming up and put her sketchbook away and turned off her iPod then sat up in her seat as they pulled into the driveway. It wasn’t a house that you could forget, it was old but nice it had a welcoming appearance to it. When the car stopped she unbuckled her seat belt and got out, she stretched and then went over to the back of the car. Her father had already gotten out of the car and taken out her suitcase for her and stood there then said” Try and have fun will yea Al”, he smiled then hugged her then stepping back. Alice smiled and hugged her dad back saying” I’ll try”, she picked up her suitcase then stood back. He dad go in the car and then rolled down the window saying” I love you”, he pulled away and headed towards the Silver Hart’s new house. Alice watched as her dad drove away and then started to make her way to the front door of the house. She looked around admiring how some of the things never changed and how there were something’s were different. As she walked she thought about what she would do and say, she would have normally just walked in, but that was six years ago. She reached the door and knocked, she then leaned against the railing of the porch and waited to see if anyone would answer. The ocean looked calm, and the beach looked peaceful, she smiled thinking that this summer might actually be a nice break. Desmond sat in the limo next to his sister, Scarlett and stared out of the window quietly. Their parents were sending them to a beach house while they stayed somewhere in New York. His face rested on his knuckle when he mumbled to his sister, “Scar, how long do you think it’ll take us to get to this house? I don’t think I can stand being in this car any longer.” The truth of the matter was that he didn’t care too much about being cooped up inside the automobile after the flight all the way from California. There were only two things that he could actually look forward to. The first thing being that having his sister with him on the trip and the second one being able to see his long-standing crush; Sienna. It had been 6 years since their last meeting, but that never dulled the attraction he had for her. A groan drifted from Desmond’s mouth as the car ride took an extra twenty minutes because of the severe traffic jam that blocked the streets of the city before the beach house came into view. “Oh man, finally. I think I’m gonna crash soon as we get into that house. I am totally wiped, Sis,” he said appreciatively while stretching his arm. Panic quickened the thumping of his heart after realizing that he would be standing close to Sienna within a short time period. His palms began to sweat profusely, which didn’t happen too often. Not around the paparazzi, not even around the select number of celebrities that hung around his family, but this was a completely different animal compared to those events. “Be cool, man. She’s just girl,” Desmond told himself in an attempt to alleviate the pure terror of possible embarrassment. Looking toward Scarlett, he hoped that she would help prevent any chance of such a thing from happening. It took five minutes before the limo made it to the parking area near the beach house. Finally, Desmond thought to himself as he unbuckled his seatbelt and kicked the door of the car open. Taking a deep breath, it was nice to smell the sweet air from enormous body of water, but also to be able to stretch his legs after the extensive ride. “C’mon Scar, we don’t want to keep the host family waiting,” said Desmond enthusiastically. There was a figure standing on the porch when he looked up. It was a girl, and she was pretty cute in his opinion. The walk to the house wasn’t that far and when he made it up the steps, he tapped the girl on the shoulders. “Hi, you wouldn’t happen to … Alice? Is that you?” Madilynn Jacobson, or Lynn as she preferred to be called, stood up and stretched. It hadn't been that long of a plane ride from Orlando to New York, but they had taken an early flight in order to get in on time. While she had no problems with getting up early, she wasn't exactly excited to be spending her summer away from sunny Florida. She waited the long hours it took for everyone else to get off the plane, tapping her foot slightly impatiently, sighing as well. She was eager to at least get off the plane. Furthermore, she had been pleased to be in the aisle seat, flying was not her favorite mode of transportation, being afraid of heights. Experience had taught her that sitting in the middle of the plane helped, not actually being able to see out the windows that way. Finally, it was her row's turn to get off the plane. Lynn grabbed her bag, ready to get off, and made her way off the of plane. She had flown up with her foster brother, Jayson, though they had not sat together. They had decided to wait by baggage claim to meet up, as in front of the gate was usually too busy to find someone. Plus, they didn't have to wait on the other in case one wanted to use the restroom, as Lynn usually did after being on a plane. She walked to the nearest bathroom, mainly to see how she looked. Dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Lynn felt particularly grungy. She got into one of the stalls and changed into a different outfit, but kept her glasses on. She figured she'd put her contacts in when she arrived at the house. Feeling better, Lynn made her way down to baggage claim, keeping an eye out for Jayson. She didn't want to keep him waiting too long. When she got there, she could see that the baggage carousel was already running. She quickly found her yellow and pink floral bag, the colors easy to find. Scarlett had simply smirked at how her brother acted in the car, knowing the ride had been very long, and extra boring. From being in the fast-paced life of Hollywood neither her nor her brother were very good friends with the word patience. They often got bored after ten minutes of class, or five minutes of traffic. So the plane ride, and the car ride had been quite horrible for them. "It'll be fine DES. Don't let this girl get to you. For all you know she could have a boyfriend by now." She said to her brother, patting his shoulder. When the car arrived she jumped up and followed after her brother, carrying her only bag on her back. She was pretty tired from the trip, but the serene beach temperature made her calm down and take in the surroundings. Sure this wasn't like Hollywood, but it was just as beautiful and nice. When she saw her brother go over to the girl she remembered as Alice she rolled her emerald eyes and ran a hand through her dark hair. She put her sunglasses on top of her hair, feeling no need to wear them and gave a small smile towards the girl. It was ironic how her brother liked Sienna, and she liked her twin. He was just so adorable and always was her favorite person to hang out with when they were younger. They had similar likes, and he was pretty funny. Scarlett leaned against the porch railing. "I'm Scarlett if you don't remember me." She said, then nudging DES. " Looks like your girlfriend isn't here yet." She giggled, mocking her brother just for the fun of it. He knew that she loved him more than their parents and her friends, so it's not like he would take it to heart. She depended on her brother for almost everything even though she was older than I. She didn't remember much about when he was born, other than that in all the pictures she was grinning and hugging him, even in their teen pictures. They told each other everything since they trusted one another, but the one thing she hadn't told him was that she liked Nick. For him being her brother she would think it odd if he knew her secret crush, and hung out with him on their vacation away from their fighting parents. After waiting for a while Alice took out her sketchbook and put one of her iPod’s headphones in. She heard a car pulling into the driveway but ignored it seeing as it would just be another person arriving, and beside in her opinion her time was better spent on what she liked doing. Being tapped on the shoulder she looked up from her sketchbook and looked at where the voice was coming form. Seeing as it was Desmond she smiled a little and said“Yea, it’s me.” She wasn’t all to thrilled about being here so she had a slight sarcastic sound in her voice when she said it. She took out her headphone and said“Nice, to see you again.” Seeing Scarlett walk up to the porch and introduce herself again she smiled and said“How could I forget you two.” Seeing that Scarlett was bugging her brother like they usually did she went back to her sketchbook and added a few more things to her drawing. She looked at the door then said“Well, might as well do something instead of waiting for them to wake up.” She closed her sketchbook and put it in a satchel along with the box of pencils and her iPod. Furthermore, she looked at Desmond and Scarlett saying“I am going to walk around, sorry for walking away like this, it’s just boring standing here, and I don’t want to walk in.” She turned and walked down the steps and out towards the beach. She walked past the docks and saw Sienna sitting at the end of it, she smiled and rolled her eyes it was nice to know that one of them were up. Furthermore, she kept walking until she reached the beach; she smiled and looked out at it. To her, it was the only place she remembered the most and for obvious reasons. She took her flip-flops off and put them in her satchel and pulled out her iPod putting in one headphone and began to walk along the beach. She looked down at the ground, feeling the sand between her toes it had been too long in a way she did miss coming here. But she had changed now she kept more to herself, her father always said that it was because she went off on her own to draw things when in actual fact it was he mom’s death she kept only a few people close. She learned that having too many people around you that you care about could always end up with her falling to pieces if something happened. When she reached a nice spot on the beach she sat down and pulled out her sketchbook and pencils. She put the other headphone in and looked out at the water and started to draw. Her drawing never ended up looking like what she was planning on drawing but then again it didn’t matter she had something to do, and it kept her busy. She thought about how the summer was going so far, even though it had just started she still thought that it was alright. She looked at her drawing and sighed she had no idea how it ended up looking like a city in the middle of a forest, she smiled and said“Looks like I am caught in the middle.” She knew that she was talking to herself, but she didn’t care, she closed the book and put it in her bag and placed it on the sand beside her. Furthermore, she stood up and walked towards the water and stood in it when it reached her ankles. Furthermore, she looked out at the horizon and smiled maybe once she got back into things it would be fun. Jayson yawned when it was time to get off the plane. He had slept through most of the flight like he usually did. Getting up early wasn't something he enjoyed. Especially just to travel to some state that was cooler than Florida. At least, they didn't have to deal with that hurricane that was off the coast a way. Not to mention those gigantic mesquites. He wasn't in a hurry to get off of the plane. All he was going to do was make his way to the baggage claim, grab his back, and wait for his sister. Might as well wait his turn. The girl would more than likely head to the restrooms once departing the plane. She always did. The two of them didn't sit together. He had nothing against his sister except for her fear of heights when it came to airplanes. When his row was motioned out, he grabbed his backpack and followed the others. It took a while for them to move to the door. He was behind an elderly couple. Once off the plane, he made his way to baggage claim where he grabbed his plain black suitcase. He didn't care for fancy looking luggage or backpacks. If his stuff blended in with the others, people couldn't pick his stuff out of the group unless they saw the small hazard symbol on the bottom. It didn't take him long to find his sister and her yellow and pink floral bag. "Are you ready?" Lynn turned to Jayson as he approached her, glad to have found her in the mess of people. She looked over to him and nodded, lying really, she still didn't really want to be here for the whole summer. "Yeah, let's get going," she said grudgingly. Pulling her bag, she let the way towards the doors. They had been told by their parents that they should just take a cab up to the beach home. Having spent much of her life on the beach, Lynn was curious to see how the beach here compared to the ones at home. Luckily enough time had passed, so that there wasn't much of a line for a cab. They were easily able to hail a cab and get on their way. Slouching in the cab, Lynn looked over at Jayson. "So, you excited to see a bunch of people we were friends with years ago?" she asked, a bit of sarcasm in her tone. [I'm alive!!! Sorry. Really sorry] [o.o and I just reread my post.... why in hell did I call her Chance. I'm sorties...] Sienna hummed softly to herself as she watched the waves. The sounds of the crashing waves sounded oh so nice to her, she really was so glad she was here this summer. Keeping a secret the fact that she had filled out an application for the Art Institute in inland New York. The accepted her, yet she still had no idea what to tell her brothers. She wished she could wake up every day to the sounds of these waves, yet commuting every day from here to the college is work in itself, and she is not one for getting up really early to do this. Sighing softly she was glad she did not finalize her decision yet, she had time, but still she felt like she didn’t have much time at all. Looking up from the waves Sienna could hear the faint noise of car doors closing and voices coming from the front. Smiling softly she waited, still in the back. Feeling that her twin was up already she couldn't help but laugh softly as she started to stand up. Turing her head she saw a beautiful girl walk towards her, her heart warmed up as she remembered her friend Alice. Smiling she watched the girl before long-standing up and walking to her. Seeing Alice already walk to her, she stopped a waited. “You've grown up to be a beautiful young woman Alice.” smiling she soon laughed as she went over what she spoke in her mind. “Wow that sounded very old.” smiling she went to her friend. “How've you been? Come on, I bet Nick didn't unlock the door or something, let's go inside.” Laughing softly she hugged Alice before heading up the pier to the home. Looking back she smiled and walked in, soon rushing to her brother she's lightly poking his nose. “People were waiting outside for someone to open the door silly.” smiling she laughed softly before kissing his cheek and turning to Alice. “I'll go and check if anyone else is in the front. Speak Nick.” Sticking her tongue out playfully at her brother she smiled and soon was off to the door. Stopping she turned to the mirror next to the door and fixed herself. Making sure she didn’t have some kind of twigs or what not in her hair. Grabbing the handle to the door, she took a final breath and then pulled it open, her lips formed a soft smile as she soon saw Scarlett and Desmond Blackwood. Her smile grew just a bit as she pushed the door open all the way. “Hey, um sorry about not opening the door, Nick was busy stuffing his mouth, and I was outside, outback by the pier, and Daniel... asleep I think.” she laughed softly to herself as she thought about her younger brother, but soon looking back to Scarlett and Desmond, she couldn't help but stand there, not sure what to do. [I'm sorry if I got a few things messed up, I was kind of passing out as I wrote this] [sorties] [right] With a soft groan, the sixteen-year-old slowly rolled over, attempting to curl into a tighter ball beneath the thick covers of his duvet. No matter how hot it got during the night, Daniel was never seen without the duvet draped across him. That, and the dim light that glowed faintly from the corner of the room, bathing it in a pale light, just dark enough to sleep without being disturbed. Of course, it was brighter now that he sun was streaming through his curtains. After a few more groans and rolling around, a tousle-haired Danny slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to banish any remains of sleep. He really needed to invest in an alarm clock of some sort. It didn’t take Danny long to get ready, a quick shower, tugging on of the first clothes he could find (just so conveniently slung across the chair by his desk), consisting of a dark red t-shirt, low slung tight jeans and black sandals along with his favorite hoodie. It was just cool enough to not bake in the item of clothing so naturally he chose to wear it. With a quick glance in the mirror, he ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip in thought for a moment before slowly starting the journey downstairs to the kitchen. Without a cup of coffee or something to wake up it was too long a journey. Yes, he was a sixteen-year-old who needed coffee in the morning to be awake. Danny grimaced at the thought before chuckling dryly to himself. There were worse things to be addicted to. Lightly tapping the piercing of his tongue against his top teeth, he stumbled into the kitchen, still looking suitably bleary-eyed as he made a slow bee-line for the coffee maker. It was only after he had reached it and set the ‘blessed’ machine up did he notice one of his siblings already down. “... Mornin' Nick...” He mumbled, smothering a yawn. Danny really wasn’t a morning person. It took him even longer to make out the sounds of his sister’s voice not too far away. Apparently that meant people had arrived and that he’d overslept... Again. Ah well, it wasn’t too much of a bother, or they would have woken him up earlier. With a light chuckle and smirk to himself, Danny cradled the coffee close, taking a sip once it was cool enough to only burn his tongue rather than scald. He took another glance around the area, taking in the familiar sights of his kitchen. Despite enjoying meeting others, he wasn’t looking forwards to this gathering. A group of people he hadn’t seen since he was ten, had very little recollection of who may or may not remember very embarrassing childhood memories of him that he didn’t all gathered under one roof? Yeah, not his idea of fun. Again Danny glanced around, his eyes finally falling on the one thing that didn't fit in with his usual image of the house in the morning. "Uh... No offense, but who're you?" He questioned, voice still rough from just waking up as he gazed at the girl who seemed to have been brought through the back door. Nick, to busy eating to realize his guest were at the door, smiled sheepishly when he heard his sister." Ooops." Was all he said, before looking at the girl he hadn't seen in six years. He went through all the names in his head,"Alice." He finally concluded, with a slight wave." Erm, if your hungry, Sienna made some extra food..." He told her nervously,"I mean you must be wanting a decent meal after the trip....." He added." I'm going to go wake up Danny, he's better at talking than I am..." He freely admitted, right before his brother came down,"Oh look, there he is now." He said, before chuckling slightly at his brother's statement.(Short, sorry) Alice turned around when she heard another voice, seeing that it was Sienna she smiled the laughed a little at the comment she made. It did sound old, but she guessed that was the only thing to really say right now. When Sienna asked how she was doing she smiled and said"I'm fine how are you?"she paused"We knocked, but I guess that it might not have been heard." she hugged her back and then grabbed her satchel and followed Sienna up to the back of the house and threw the door. The inside of the house was familiar, she was glad not to many things had changed in six years. It also smelled of breakfast walking threw to the kitchen she smiled as she saw Sienna and bugging Nick about not answering the door. When Sienna went to go outside and check for anyone else she looked at the door. Her suitcase was still out front, but she could always get that later. When Nick finally spoke she looked back at him, she smiled when he said her name then said"Six years, and you still remember that must be a good thing." When he mentioned that Sienna had made extra food she shook her head a little saying"Nope I already ate, but thanks", hearing that he was going to wake up Danny she smiled and wished that she could have slept this long. When she heard Nick speak again she snapped out of her own world and saw that Danny was up already with a cup of coffee, she smiled at his question then said"I'm Alice". She looked over at the door again then said"I'm just going to bring my things in now", she walked over to the door and then went out and grabbed her suitcase and brought it back inside. She put it against the wall so that she couldn't forget it anywhere else. Furthermore, she went back into the kitchen area and sat down at the table to wait for everyone else. Jayson nodded and followed his sister. He wondered how the others changed over the years. Did they change a lot like her did, or a little more like his sister? Would he recognize any of them? Would they recognize his sister or him? There were many questions running through his mind when his sister asked him a question of her own. With his thoughts, he hadn't realized that they had hailed a cab and were on their way. "Maybe a little. I'm not quite sure yet." He wasn't sure. He didn't know whether he wanted to spend the summer alone since all his friends were still in Florida or be nice and hang out with the guys. Furthermore, he had made plans with his friends, but that was all in the past now that they were here in New York. Danny laughed as he heard his brother’s words, rolling his eyes as he nursed the mug of coffee, sipping at it again to try and wake himself up even more. “You’re not that bad, just gotta loosen up a little” He teased back before glancing to the girl who had spoken again. Come to think of it, she did look familiar, and the name Alice definitely rang a bell. After a few seconds, he sheepishly blushed a little, grinning at the same time. “Sorry, my memory’s pretty awful, you’re one of the family friends right? It’s nice to finally meet you again” He grinned before watching Alice leave the room. Sitting down by Nick, he grimaced a little to his older brother. “God this is going to be embarrassing... I don’t remember anyone!” He mumbled. Of course, bearing in mind he had only been ten the last time they’d all met it wasn’t that surprising. All the same, this was certainly going to be an interesting holiday. As Alice returned, Danny smiled a little brighter now he was waking up properly. “So do you like the place? We’ve done up the rooms nicely for everyone... Well... It was sorta slave-driven work, but all the same, it should look nice” He grinned as he spoke in a cheerful tone. Desmond ran his fingers through his hair as he laughed at the gentle teasing Scarlett gave him. He shook his head lightly and said, "Well if she does, there are plenty of girls back in Cali. Who knows, maybe I'll take my chances with Demi Lovato or something." A squeak was issued from the door of the house and an icy chill crawled through his spine, hoping that the person who opened the door wasn't who he thought it was. It was all in vain. Sienna stood in the doorway of the beach house, but she didn't appear to notice his words before. This didn't stop him from blabbering like an idiot in front of the girl. "Oh... Um... Well ... Hi," he managed, smiling sheepishly. His mind went blank from being across from his long-time crush. Quietly, Desmond eyed his hostess with an eager, but fearful gaze. She changed quite a bit, but not negatively. He thought Sienna was like nothing he'd ever seen before. "It's been awhile, hasn't it? How have you been Sienna," he asked, regaining a little bit of his cool demeanor. If it was one thing that you needed when growing up in California, it was confidence, and he had enough to go around. Lynn sighed, knowing she couldn't complain. After all their parents had asked if they wanted to even go on this trip, and she had agreed, like she always did to whatever they asked of her. She hated being a pushover, but there was nothing she could do about it. She looked out the window silently the rest of the trip to the Beach House. When they arrived there, she paid the cab and got out of the cab. She pulled her bag from the trunk and looked up at the house for a second. "Here we go," she murmured more to herself than Jayson, as she looked up at the house. Now that they had arrived, she was nervous. She could barely remember these people, but she wanted to make a good impression on them, despite all her complaints. Jayson started dreading the trip when they stopped in front of the house. He didn't know what these people were like anymore. They never kept in touch. His worst thought was that they'd make fun of him for being a goth, and he'd have to spend his summer in hell. Despite more or less being completely different from Lynn, they didn't have many fights. He climbed out of the cab, walked to the back, and pulled his luggage out of the truck. He stood beside his sister and looked up at the house. It's now or never. They'd have to walk in there and greet everyone inside. They were spending the whole summer here. Might as well try to make it the best they could. "Well we better get in there," and with that he headed toward the front door. Lynn bit the inside of her lip and sighed. Jayson was right, they did need to get inside. Lynn wondered whether everyone else had arrived. Well, she'd find out when they got inside. With that in mind, she followed her brother into the house, staying behind him in her sudden shyness. She wasn't usually like that. When they got inside, Lynn looked around, trying to see if anyone was around, but she did not see anyone. She could, however, hear people in another room of the house. She walked towards them, following the voices into the kitchen. There she saw a whole mess of people. "Hey, not sure if you all remember me, I'm Madilynn Jacobson, but please call me Lynn," she said, most likely interrupting the conversation going on. It was rude, but she didn't want to stand awkwardly in the doorway. "Oh yes, because Demi Lovato is such a catch dear brother!" She laughed. She then smiled when Sienna opened the door. "You'll have to excuse my brother. He's a little shy around women." She giggled, looking to her feet and nudging her brother. "Well it's good to see you Sienna." She said, knowing by the girls' appearance that it was her. She looked around for anybody else she knew and bit her lip. Most of them were probably inside already. She pulled her bag over her shoulder more and looked to DES, glad that he was here with her. She ran her hand through her dark hair and sighed when her bangs fell into her eyes. Scarlett wore a simple black tank top with light colored skinny jeans that bore many holes in the knees and on the legs. She wore them often whenever she painted or practiced a role she got in drama, or ballet. So there were many rips from her activities. But she still loved the jeans. She then wore black flats that looked like ballet styled shoes since they were very comfortable and easy to move in. He hair was down and went to her mid back. She stood, leaning on the railing and looking at Sienna and her brother. Sienna smiled softly a little laugh escaped her lips as she watched Desmond's reaction to her open the door and hello. She looked the two over, mostly taking how much her friends changed and didn't change. Giggling softly she bowed her head before finally speaking yet again. “It's alright, I am that way a lot. I've been good, hope you have too DES. Oh Scarlett, I'm so sorry come on in, I'm sorry.” she groaned softly as she mentally hit herself. Leaning down she picked up one of their bags and helped them inside. Staring at her brothers, mouthing to them, 'help, room, sleep, them.' giving her head a little nudge to DES and Scarlett and then finally to Alice. Standing there helpless in a way she gasped slightly, jumping sideways when yet another new voice spoke in the room. “Ah I'm horrible!” Sienna shouted out slightly as she saw Lynn and Jayson. A whine left her lips as she went to her brother, dragging Nick out of his chair, whispering into his ear, “They need rooms, how are we going to do this?” wrapping her arms around his arm, she tugged down on his arm, completely unsure of how they are to arrange all of this. Danny looked up in surprise as he heard another female voice that didn’t belong to either his aunt or older sister. Twisting round in his seat, he gazed at the girl introducing herself. Again the name was familiar, but obviously in the years that had passed she’d grown up and looked a lot different to how she had the last time they’d met. “Hey, nice to see you again... Lynn” He smiled brightly, setting down his empty mug. “I’m Danny, youngest of the three Silver Hart’s” He chuckled faintly. As his sister came into the room dragging other people’s bags, he smirked faintly at her frantically mouthed words. With a soft sigh, he slowly stood up, running a hand through his already messy hair. Quietly he watched his siblings as Sienna turned to Nick for help, shaking his head a little. “If you want I can start taking you all to your rooms. A sort of first come first served basis I think, but if I show you where they are you can decide between each other who gets what rooms!” He suggested, winking lightly to Sienna as he spoke, leaning forwards to take one of the bags from where she’d left them. Scarlett smiled when Sienna led them in and looked around at all the people she remembered, some more thank others. She then looked to Danny who said he'd take them to their rooms. "Oh, Hi Danny. I'm Scarlett if you don't remember." She said, still keeping her only bag on her back. She figured since she was in someone else's home she might as well carry her own stuff. Furthermore, she looked around at the beautiful home and decided to make a comment since there wasn't really much to talk about at the moment. "You three have a very beautiful home." She said, thankful it was on the beach. She couldn't wait to get in her swimsuit and enjoy the sun and the relaxing environment. Furthermore, she looked towards Lynn, Jayson, Alice and Nick. Furthermore, she remembered all of them and started to figure out how they changed over the years, and how they hadn't. Furthermore, she stood close to her brother, feeling a bit award since she hadn't seen them all in so long. But she had to admit that all the boys had grown rather handsome compared to when she last saw them. She glanced back at her brother, smirking since his eyes seemed to never leave Sienna and then glanced back to Danny. Lynn was relieved that people began to introduce themselves, she knew their names, but they had all grown and changed so much from the last time that she had seen them. It was a pleasurable refresher course in who everyone was. "Nice to see you again Danny, and you as well Scarlett," she replied, smiling faintly. She was glad that they could quickly put their things into a room, she felt bad that she had just left her bags in the front room of the house. She grabbed her bag from the pile of bags, not wanting to burden anyone with moving her heavy bag. Furthermore, she was an over-packer and had brought much more clothes than really needed. Furthermore, she looked over at Jayson, who hadn't said anything since entering the house, which wasn't surprising, he was quite a lot anyway. Any room would work for me," she said, not sure how many rooms the large house had. Alice looked at the others as they walked into the room. Some of them she recognized instantly, but others had changed a lot so it was a bit harder. When she saw Lynn and Jayson walk in she smiled at them and waved. This looked like everyone was here in her opinion; she stood up from her seat when Sienna, Scarlett, and DES walked in. Hearing them talk about rooms she smiled then said“Or we could just sleep in the rooms we used to sleep in six years ago.” She thought about it for a moment then said“Never mind I don’t even remember what room was mine, so I guess that doesn’t help.” She smiled again and looked around at all the people saying“It’s really nice to see you all again.” She picked up her bag and then said“I hope that you guys didn’t work to hard on the rooms either.” To her, it was nice to see everyone again, but it felt a little weird after the six years they had been apart.

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Himiko Lamprouge & Silver Crusnik Rp

This is a RP between myself and Silver Causing, so please do not post. Thank you. Idea:Warrior X Warrior A cold crisp morning, the smell of death in the air, soil black with blood and littered with bodies. Dawn breaking as the general comes eye to eye with the enemy. His frosty blue eyes the only thing he can see with the helmet. As the battle rages on around the two. The sound of their blades is all they seem to hear. A swift movement throws the general off balance, but he’s quick to block and attack back. The enemy’s helmet flies off revealing the warrior is a woman. The general stops in shock before calling back his troops. There being no honor in killing a woman. But his lord had different plans for her and the followers. The general feels for her and holds her as a prisoner of war in his home; keeping her from becoming a slave. Characters:Name: Game UTA Age: 19 Bio: Game was born to a middle class family in Shikoku during a warm summer night. Her mother passed away shortly after due to an illness; leaving her in the care of her father. Game idolized her father growing up, and did her best to make him proud. She spent her days learning Kendo, and acting like a son rather than a daughter. Only problem was no matter how hard she tried she’d always be his daughter. By her 15th birthday their province was at war due to their Shogun’s egotism. He wasn’t happy ruling just a small potion of the country; he wanted it all. Her father knew this was wrong and so asked for no part in the matter. Their Shogun saw this as treason and had him beheaded. Game remembered having to watch her father’s execution trying her best to stay strong for him. Holding her head high she began to plot her revenge. Leaving home and posing as a man she tried her best to others throw their Shogun. But all was lost when her men found about her. Now she’s alone as a prisoner of war in unfriendly territory. Appearance: She looks average like every once else. Long black hair that stops just above her waist, soft pale complexion, and about 5ft 2in. Her eyes are the only thing that really stands out. As blue as the sky on a clear summer day; but in the dark seem to reflect everything like a mirror. She dresses in men’s clothing, but since being in captivity they have her in a women’s kimono. Nothing fancy like one thinks when they hear the work Kimono. It’s just a simple white cotton robe, with a simple tie to keep it closed. Name: Jade Age: Appears 21 Gender: Male Race: Mistune Taiyuan (Greater Fox Spirit/Demon) Appearance: Jade is a little over six foot, and has chestnut colored hair. His eyes are very interesting, in that one is the typical crimson that runs in his family line, but the left is a vibrant, beautiful green as bright as the grass. It's unclear what causes this phenomenon, but it's very rare in his line. As he is a fox demon, he also has long, triangular ears the color of his hair situated atop his head. The very tips are black, like a normal fox. In his human form, Jade has one tail, though he rarely shows his demon form to others, thus the number of tails he has--when not holding back--is little known. Personality: Jade is most prevalent, a trickster. He's cynical, sarcastic, and very witty...but he also likes to play games and trick people whenever he can. In addition, he's usually always smiling, and not very forthright with his inner emotion. Jade doesn't take well to complacent ignorance. If someone is being an idiot on purpose and has no wish to correct themselves, he will most likely grow annoyed. And when he is annoyed, you better watch out. Despite all, he is a fiercely loyal individual, due to his mistune nature, and always keeps to his word. It would take a lot for him to break his word to another, human or demon. Abilities/Weapons: As far as weaponry, Jade has a paginate at his disposal. Its blade is crafted out of a very hard alloy that is rumored to be adamant (diamond). Whether this is true or not cannot be vouched for, but at the most, the blade does not dull, and it has a very odd shimmer to it. At first glance, it doesn't appear to have any sort of counter-weight, which would make it very unwieldy. But that is not so. Its counterweight is within the core of the weapon's other side. Being that he is mistune, Jade has the ability to take many shapes, as it is his power of transformation. This makes it very easy to hide. As if that wasn't enough, he also has the power to make very convincing illusions. Because the base of his powers are partially shadow, some of these illusions can be made real. However, to do such a thing would cause a great expenditure of energy, so he normally does not create corporeal things. Another obvious ability of Jade's is to transform into a fox. He can manipulate his size and appearance in accordance to his powers, but in essence, it is his human form which is the veneer, his fox form being his purest and truest. Few have seen him in this form. And finally...although Jade is male, he is also able to seduce. It is typically female mistune that are attributed to this, but then again...most mistune that seek to seduce are female anyway. He has used his charisma to get many things he wants, such as food, boarding, or just a woman. He does not find this seduction, nor the act of intercourse as any sort of infidelity. No one likes him anyway, he may as well sate his lust. History: As far as now, there's not much to say. I'll give you the bare bones anyway, lol. But the rest is for you to figure out as the RP goes along. Jade has been around for a long time, he knows a lot of things. He's well-traveled across Japan. His parents aren't really well known, save for his father. He also has a link to a human for which he is not fond, and has to do with his family's Joshi no Tampa (Star Ball). Persecuted for most of his life for being a demon, he is more or less uncaring to the plights of others unless there is some benefit to him. Why risk his neck for those who would slice it, after all? This has also left him very much alone, as he has no living family to speak of. Other: Jade is very taken with books, and his thirst for knowledge is insatiable. He is also very fond of sweets, particularly strawberry origin. Despite his age, he would be very easily swayed if strawberry rice balls were in the equation. Yes I know mine is so much shorter than Silver's profile. I'm sorry I'm bad at profiles! Lol A single window no more than a foot tall or wide was her only source of sunlight. The simple cot and an oil lamp for the night were all that occupied her room. Being under house arrest she was allowed to leave her room and roam the halls, but she remained stubborn to the thought. Unarmed she was an easy target and so stayed where she was put. The sunlight flooding her room illuminated her raven long raven hair. Game sat calmly letting the sun beat down on her as she watched the door through her frost blue eyes. A servant stopped at her door and left a tray of food outside the door for her. This happened like clock work every day since she’d gotten here. Sliding open the door and taking the tray she sat against the wall. Eating the simple fish and rice she was given as she thought about her escape. Game tried about four times already, and each time she was stopped. What was strange was the fact she was never punished for it. She was just put back in her room as if it never happened. Not only that her captor had yet to speak to her. The guards were the one who took her back to her room, and called her uncalled-for names. She didn’t care much for them their attitudes just reminded her she was in prison. The way they acted also made her wonder what kind of man their general was. The only time she’d ever seen him was on the battlefield. His face covered by a helmet so that all she could see were his eyes. A strange mix of one green eye, one red; something she’d never seen before, and would surly never forget. After she'd finished eating she set her tray back outside the door, and went back to her spot. Being locked away seemed to drain her body, but the important thing to her was keeping her mind sharp at this point. Looking out the window she saw a small bird chirping away. It made her feel like a bird in a small unloving cage. Everything seemed to remind her of her entrapment. She wasn't alone for long though. Much like he did every few days, the general had decided to pay her a visit. After all, she was living in his home. And it was therefore common sense that he would visit her. Moreno due to what he knew of her. On that token, it seemed there was so much she didn't know that she should have. He had to admire this woman's sense of honor however, even if she had been a brash fool. Honestly, dressing as a warrior with her assets. It was a surprise she hadn't been found out sooner. Now it was his responsibility to take care that she didn't fall into the hands of the land's daimyo. "May I enter?" he questioned quietly. Never let it be said that he was impolite. (Btw, for the sake of the RP, let's assume he hasn't revealed his race to her yet, and that he's masking his ears. His tail is kind of hidden within his hakama. Lol.) ((Lol ok, but I'll just guess his eyes are still red and green)) "It's your home do as you wish." Game told him coldly through the door. Sitting straight and proud she made sure to hide any weakness. She still knew little of this man or what he was capable of, but with how he treated her was different from other captors. Game wasn't about to be polite to him without knowing what kind of man he was. Not only that she was hostile from being in this room for so long. This gave her a sort fuse, but she still tried her best to be good. If she was to aggressive he might have her beheaded. If that happened then everything she'd gone through would have been for nothing. "Haha...calm, woman. It may be my home, but this is your room," he said in that deep, flowing voice of his. He slid the door open and seemed to glide inside. In his home, he had no problem being clothed less formally. His chestnut-colored hair, usually bound in a ponytail, now cascaded to his mid back elegantly. Unlike Game's kimono, the man wore an obviously more expensive one made of emerald silk, with flowing hakama of the same shade. He also wore an undershirt beneath the green, though that one was white and hardly visible. Despite his kind words, his hands were slipped into his flowing sleeves before him--a sign of haughtiness. Still, he did not appear confrontational. And he was not, either. Never was he confrontational off the field unless given a clear reason to be. "And how are you today?" Jade questioned politely. (If I vanish, this because I shouldn't be on this late. XD) ((Its cool ^^)) Game stayed calm despite his towering presence over her. She knew he was tall from when they fought, but sitting made her feel helpless to his presence. Inside she felt like she was shrinking, but it didn't show from her appearance. "I'm doing fine, regardless to the fact I'm being held against my will, have vulgar guards watching over me, and you as my captor." Game hissed at him while keeping her eyes on the floor. She didn't want to strain her neck to look up at him, and looking straight would only make things seem awkward. "So much for holding my tongue. God, I'm just asking to be killed." Game thought to herself as she prayed that her outburst would go unpunished like everything else had. Her muscles were tense as she kept her body from shaking. She kept her breathing calm to keep her nerves down as she wondered why he'd come to her room. Game thought of bowing in apology for her last comment, but her stubbornness wouldn't allow it. She just sat calmly waiting to see his reaction to her comment. Jade, fortunately for her, was of a good humor most of the time, and was not a typical general. "Mm... I don't quite like the fact that the guards are mistreating you. Allow me to extend my deepest apologies, Lady UTA. And please...allow me but a few moments of your time. I wish to explain something to you, or perhaps have you answer a query of mine. Would you be so kind?" The general took a seat across from her, at least seven feet away. His dual-colored eyes stared at her head, as they could not gaze into her cerulean ones. "I'm sure what I have to say may interest you...and liberate me from several troublesome duties." "You may leave them be, I've suffered the worst things than name-calling..." Game was glad to hear the guards would be taken care of, but if they were scolded they might take it out on her. Not that she couldn't take them, but any violent act from her only endangered her life more. "As I've said before: It is your home do as you please." She replied still confused to why he was being so polite. He had the right to do and say what ever he wanted to her, and yet he didn't. Most men would have treated her like property since she was a woman. Her arms trembled every so often from being so tense, but her face never changed. Game glanced up for a split second before she gave the floor her attention again. Her curiosity was getting the best of her as she wondered what he would need from her. Jade tilted his head quizzically, a decidedly strange gesture, even for a person. To the right person, it'd look very amusing. "You know...restating that this is my home won't make it any clearer to me. I am aware that this is my home and that I am free to do what I wish. And I am doing what I wish to do, so don't insult my intelligence please." He paused. "Ohh, I see. You think I'm going to mistreat you like the rest of the others here. You must be laboring under some delusions still, some of which I hope to relieve you of. I'm not a dog, and I will not mistreat you unless you plainly ask for it." He grinned in some hidden satisfaction, though not too wide of course. Game finally looked up at him. She'd become just as puzzled as he was now. "I'm not insulting you. I'm only saying that in my situation I'm not at liberty to deny you." She told him when she thought of how vulnerable that made her seem. Being nervous always made her say the wrong thing. "What I mean is I will answer your questions as best I can." Game corrected herself. She couldn't help but linger on his last comment. It seemed rude of him to say such a thing, but at the same time he was still polite. He had a sly grin on his face that made her wonder what he was up to. After staring at him for so long she thought it pointless to look back down. Game sat up straight, resting her hands on her lap. Even when she sat straight he was still considerably taller. "... Well, ask away." Game ordered him. She didn't mean for it to come out that way, but sitting with him made her uncomfortable. Something about him was making her a nervous wreck. "Very well then." Jade saw no point in lingering on her nervousness. He was certain that, should he be put in her position, he'd feel the same. Mm...perhaps not. "Your father," he began. "Would you mind telling me if he has left you any sort of pendant or other jewelry with a particularly large gem set into it? I'm not particularly interested in beating around the bush, but knowing this will make it easier for me to relay this information to you...and it'll give me some sort of judgment on where I stand." To any person, this would hardly make any sense. He didn't expect it to, but he wanted the truth from Game. And no matter what sort of ends he would have to go to, he would have his answer. He simply chose to be diplomatic about it. (You can answer however you like, btw. Yes or no. Either way, it'll work. ^^) Game hadn't expected such a random question. The simple question actually formed a number of questions in her mind. "I don't know what you're talking about." Game was telling the truth. She'd never known of any such thing belonging to her parents. Her father kept her mother wedding ring on him, but it was a simple silver band with no pendant to speak of. "What is this about?" She questioned him. Her nervousness has started to vanish the more she spoke with him. Her mind started working into overtime trying to think of where she might have met him before. "How did he know my father? When would they have met? I can't recall him ever coming to the house all those years ago... Who is he?" Games mind tried to answer these questions, but everything went blank. It was even stranger to think he could have been a friend to her father. If he was than why would he fight for their lords honor when her father was so against it? "Are you absolutely sure? He never spoke of anything resembling a jewel, or a ball?" Jade pressed, not yet answering Game's questions. Now he was the seemingly nervous one, however little it showed past his facade of calm. But still...he was leaning a few inches forward on his knees, and his strange eyes seemed to hold some sort of urgency...fear perhaps? And then he asked a more personal question, one he was sure that Game wouldn't answer. But he had to try nonetheless. "Your father's body...what did they do with it?" Jade himself wouldn't have known. He hadn't been a part of the lord's army at this point. As he leaned forward Game leaned back slightly. It was just her way of keeping distance between them. They were enemies and so being close was not an option. "It was burned." Game told him, and it was all he needed to know. He wasn't part of their family or even a friend that she was aware of. It was rare for her to even speak with a friend let alone someone she'd just met. "Now tell me what this is about." She ordered him again. With all the questions she had building up any answered one would be helpful. Whatever it was he wanted to know she wasn't about to tell him unless he filled her in. If Game didn't get some answers soon she was going to get pissed, and in her situation she couldn't promise she'd stay calm. Now here came one of the very big surprises in store for Game; Jade's compliance. No...not just compliance, it was obedience. "Yes, very well," he answered. "I implore you, however, not to scream or do any other untoward things when I reveal this to you. I don't want to have to cover your mouth or anything." With that, Jade stood, facing forward even as he fiddled with the back of his kimono, untucking it from his hakama. It created a lot more rustling than the action had any right to make, and it was soon apparent why. A long bushy tail, the same color as his hair, only with a white tip, swept from the right, then to the left. He then ran a hand through his hair, as if smoothing it back. When his hand cleared the top, however, two large triangular ears popped up as well. "I'm not human," he admitted. And well...no shit, right? ((lol I love the last part.)) Game felt uncomfortable once more when he told her not to scream. She stayed sitting till he got up and started to mess around with his clothing. In a panic thinking the worst of him she got up ready to defend herself. Her heart was racing as she moved away from him. The small room didn't give her much place to go. When the tail came into view Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Her heart was pounding in her ears, as she moved back more. Her foot hit the wall just as his ears popped up. Game felt dizzy as she tried not to scream, but a shrill escaped her from the shock. "Get back!" She shouted as her vision started to blur, but she kept her footing. Her heart was pounding so fast it was starting to effect her, and her scream exhausted her already tired body. Jade sighed. "I said not to scream," he responded calmly. "Why don't humans ever listen anyway." He put a hand to his forehead, looking troubled. This hadn't been any easier on him, never mind what toll it was taking on Game. "Look, I'm not going to possess you, eat you, or rape you, nothing of the sort," he said barely, trying to assuage her fears a little. "I'm as much a prisoner here as you, Atacama." So saying, he opened his kimono a bit more, revealing what appeared to be a bunch of strange scribbling all over his chest. The symbols weren't intelligible to any normal person, but he was very aware of the effect. "It's a seal, alright? I can't get rid of it, and if I so much as toe the line, then I'm in trouble. I don't serve the lord because I want to. Furthermore, I serve him because my father served yours, and he made himself a nuisance after your father's example in his servitude. His punishment was death as well, though far less publicized, and now I'm stuck here under the threat of death." She'd probably think him a coward...but she knew nothing! She had no right to judge him. "I can't believe he never told you about us..." he said quietly. Game moved her mouth till her nerves calmed. Hearing that he wasn't going to touch her helped her greatly. It meant she didn't have to defend herself in her condition. Letting her hand fall from her hand once she was sure not to scream again. "Well hybrids never came up in our conversations." She whispered back as she stayed glued to the wall. It was still unsettling to her, but she wasn't afraid just startled. After hearing his story she didn't know what to think for him. "A real man would have taken death instead of serving that man. My father died for that reason as did yours." Game said proudly finding pride in dying for one's belief. She was fighting for what she believes was right, and if it cost her life then she's accept that. No matter how afraid she was of death she faces it like her father had. "Well guess what? I'm not a normal man, and you aren't in any position to tell me what I should and should not do," he said plainly. "And for your information, I am not a hybrid, and I would prefer if you did not use that term around me. It's a bit insulting. I am a Taiyuan." He frowned. "My father died serving yours, and refused to let me assist him. He made me promise to stay away from the castle, and I only broke that promise when he passed on," Jade admitted. "It would have been an ill repayment to throw my life away. And the both of them made me vow something else, with a heavy payment. I was to protect you from the daimyo, and in exchange, I was to gain my freedom from the servitude my family owes yours. And here you are, Atacama." "I can take care of myself I don't need you." Game hissed at him. She wasn't some weak excuse of a human. The way Game acted when she was angry she seemed more cat-like than anything. Her eyes fixed on him as if waiting for the worst. "I've never even met you till now. How can I trust you?" Growling as she questioned him. Game had quickly forgotten her place in the situation. Everything except the two of them had left her mind. She thought little of the consequences, or of how she was making him feel. Granted he didn't seem to annoyed with her. It was surprising how calm he seemed. Most people of this time kept their feels locked away, always behaving as if nothing was wrong. And here Game was speaking her mind, and acting like a wild animal. "I see. Well, I can understand why you don't trust me. But that's also not my problem, milady," he said a little less calmly. "And thus far, you've certainly proven your ineptitude to take care of yourself. Now then, I think you ought to calm yourself before you attract unwanted attention, Atacama, for not everyone knows about this." So saying, Jade pointed to his ears and flicked his tail. "I'd rather they didn't either, because this home may not be close to the lord's abode, but when news gets to him, he can make me rather miserable. Maybe you think I serve him out of good faith or something, but as far as I know, he has my family's treasure, and with it, he could very easily end me. You're human, you don't have that problem." As he spoke, Jade's eyes seemed to roil with held-back emotion. Obviously, he was skating dangerously close to losing his patience... Game wasn't trying to cause attention, and he couldn't blame everything on her. "I've been doing just fine. You're only acting this way because I'm a woman, and you think you have some sort of rights over me!" Game whispered sternly as she moved closer. She wasn't in his face about the matter, but she was at least a foot away from him now. No matter how much taller he was she wasn't about to back down. It irritated her that no one spoke their mind, or let women do as the men do. Her father didn't raise her to just stand down when all hope seemed lost. She was stronger than that; She had to be for his sake. "And if you don't want the attention then put that damn tail away." She ordered. Even if they were found out he would be as fault as well. If he could look like a human then he should keep to that form in risky times. Common sense told her that much. Jade couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I don't treat you different because you are a woman. I treat you different because you are a HUMAN!" he said, raising his voice loudly, his eyes both flashing red now. "Are you being intentionally obtuse?!" Now his demon hood was shining through; fangs lengthened, eyes a bloodred crimson with not an ounce of white. Only his green iris broke the monotony of color. In addition, his fingernails, cut to a tame dullness, lengthened into wicked claws. His tail, however, he did slide back into his hakama, however begrudgingly and with a little more excessive force than normal. He didn't care at this point whether she would notice that he was following her order. "This 'attention-getting behavior'...was to convince you that I'm on your side. Unfortunately, it seems your father never thought it's necessary to give you the information of my existence. If it wasn't for a strict code of honor that I go by--which apparently humans are too idiotic to follow--I would have killed you on that battlefield and worked for the lord of the lands, just like any other Yorkie would have." Game stepped away from him scared of what he might do. She knew the honorable thing was to stand her ground, but she just wasn't thinking. "Don't get like that. You can't blame me for being this way!" Game snapped back at him. Her hand was shaking, and her heart was racing again from the site. He really couldn't blame her for being this way; it would take anyone time to adjust. What she couldn't understand was that he said he was here to protect her, and yet he nearly killed her. Though he didn't know it was her on the field till her helmet was taken off, so she couldn't be mad at that. Game decided to calm down since fighting him would get her nowhere. In the end she'd still be locked away, and he would still have power over her. No matter what much she denied the last fact they both knew it was true. Game sat with her back to the wall making sure to give him some space. "Look it's a lot to take in so excuse me for acting the way I did." She told him in hope he would calm down as well. If he didn't want to be discovered than they both needed to calm down. "Don't make an excuse for yourself," Jade hissed darkly. "Stop looking at the world in black and white, Game. Not everyone disrespects others based on how little power they're perceived to have. I didn't disrespect you. All I'm asking is that you don't do it to me. Don't trust me, I don't care if you trust me or not. But don't treat me like every other human," he implored. As he'd spoken, Jade's voice had softened, and he had pushed the demon out of his demeanor, brushing his ears back and letting the veneer he wore hide them. "I'm not blaming you for anything, and I'm not going to fight with you anymore. All I'm going to say is that if you want me to betray the lord at any time... I'd be willing to, in an instant. Whether you--or I--like it or not... I'm yours to command." He half-grinned. "You have a demon general at your disposal. Don't waste it...and, ah... I apologize if anything I said came across as rude. I really am...sorry...about your father..." Game let him vent expecting him to do so for a while, but the more he spoke, the calmer he seemed to get. Listening to what he had to say wasn't easy for her. She just bit her tongue every time she wanted to take back. If she started that again they'd just end up in the same boat they were beforehand. "Look I'll treat you the way I treat everyone else. I don't care who or what you may be. You are not my slave, and I am not yours. I don't care what happened between our fathers; you owe me nothing." Game said softly so that only they could hear. He didn't believe in controlling a person against their will. She'd done nothing to earn his loyalty, but she liked to hear that he sided with her father. If he was someone her father trusted than maybe she could do the same. Just not right now. Thinking of her father and hearing him apologize only weighed on her heart. She hadn't spoken of her father since his passing. Now here she was fighting with someone she didn't even know, and they'd both brought up him up. It was a painful subject for her, but she never let people know that. "That's all I'm asking. Treat me like you'd treat everyone else. No one treats me like that. All the other humans treat me like a disease," Jade said lightly. "As for the idea of slavery, I don't like that. I just...owe you. Until I find out who has my Joshi no Tampa, I don't have a choice. And your father was the last one who had it. So... I owe you everything." The mistune cleared his throat, then turned on his heel. "As I said, I'm going to talk to the men," he said tonelessly. The general in him was back. "As for you... I'd very much like it if you joined me for dinner. You will have until sunset to decide what you'd like to do." Game didn't sit anything to him as he left. Once he was gone she just looked out the window trying to estimate the time. They'd spent a great deal of time talking, well yelling at each other. Game guessed she had an hour or so before sunset which was plenty of time. Especially since she'd already made up her mind. It was just fun for her to make him wait for an answer. And could you really blame her; after all it wasn't exactly fun sitting in a room all day. As usual, she was escorted to the bath house before dinner. The same old lady that served her meals sat in the bath house with her. She had a sweet look about her, and long silver hair that was always tied in a bun. While Game washed up the women sat calmly waiting for her to finish, but not today. The women started to braid Game's hair when she tried to pull away in protest. Despite her age the women held her head still with ease. Letting her small hands work quickly she finished and wrapped the braid up so it wouldn't get wet. "Come now we can't keep the master waiting." She told her. Game didn't understand the big deal, but nonetheless she did as she was told. Dressing in fresh robes she held the braid and tried to get the band off. She didn't want her hair braided, but the women had tied the end in a crazy knot she couldn't undo. "I haven't even agreed to eat with him." She told the women. "You don't need to. I let him know you agreed. Now move along." The women smiled. It wasn't like she did this to be mean to Game. She just thinks she liked eating alone all the time in that small room. Game said nothing and just followed the women. She was going to join him anyway, but now she wasn't sure. Walking through the house with a woman at her front and a guard at her back just made her feel defeated. Game wasn't going to try and run away so she felt the guard was just unnecessary Jade knelt before his spot at the low rise table, not using a chair, but rather just a cushion for comfort. He, too, had taken a bath, though of course he had his own private one and thus didn't have to use the same one Game did. He wouldn't have been so lascivious as to do that anyway. Granted the young maiden was easy on the eyes, and he wouldn't have minded her joining him in bed. But he had a little more honor in him than to try and woo her for a one-night stand. She was his family's master, just as her father had been. And with his sister caring for pups in the forest near where the UTA home was located, he had to make sure that he did his duty, and did not endanger the Joshi no Tampa of his family. His true ears, hidden under an illusionary veneer, caught the sound of footsteps. He placidly brushed off his shoulder, then straightened a crease out of his midnight blue kimono, patterned with purple chrysanthemums. His hair, too, was braided, and the braid was thrown over his right shoulder. The mistune's eyes shifted to the Shoji door where he knew Game and her escort would enter, the narrow, two-toned orbs full of anticipation at seeing the young woman again. Had she perhaps thought about anything he'd said? Maybe she would take advantage of the situation he was in, and they would take on the shogunate. Maybe she would even elect to assist him in finding the Joshi no Tampa. If she did, he would, of course, take possession of it and be done with her. Honorable he might have been, but he sought his freedom, and would take it through the highest trickery if necessary. The women left Game at the door, and left to carry out other duties of the household. Game sighed before entering the room. It wasn't out of annoyance or anything, it just helped to calm her. She stood when she slid open the door. Again it was something only men did, women had to kneel. He hadn't been angry about her behaving in such ways in her room so she saw no reason attempting to be lady like. Her footsteps were light and her movement swift. No sound was made until she sat down. The rustling of the cushion she sat down on. Once they were alone she thought of speaking, but didn't know where to start. ".... So why am I here?" Game finally asked. It was a reasonable question because she didn't really know. It was slightly uncomfortable to eat with someone else, she lived alone and so ate alone. She just sat with her hands in her lap fighting off the urge to unto the braid. Jade's eyes followed Game to her seat, and when she finally asked her question, he couldn't help himself. "Why...you're here because I didn't kill you like I should have," he said with a lopsided grin. He simply couldn't keep from taking the shot. He was, after all, a creature with a very big and often morbid sense of humor. Game looked puzzled and slightly shocked. Out of every answer she was thinking of that hadn't even made the list. "What? Is this because I tried to escape? Or from yelling at you? Whatever it is if you wanted to kill me for it why no, and then tell me?!" Game questioned him. She didn't know what it was with him, but every time he spoke she seemed to get angry. It was hard not to with the things he said to her. Still she stayed in her seat, and kept her voice calm as she questioned him. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin his meal. It was just too rude. "Haha, settle down. I meant on the field, not before. You're infuriating, I will admit, but not enough to die for. At least not in my opinion." Jade exhaled lightly, having had his fun now. "But to be serious about this, to what do you refer when you ask that question? Why are you here eating with me, or why are you here in my home?" he queried. "You know that was a very broad question, and you must forgive my humor at it..." Game really didn't know how to answer his questions; the only thing she could do was be honest. "I'm having dinner because you asked me too, and I don't know why I'm here. Everyone else is being held in jail and for some reason I was placed her. I don't know why." Game told him. Thinking about it now she felt bad about it, but her once friends were no longer friends. Once they knew she was a female they'd given up. Game could only image what they'd do to her if they were in jail together. "I'm here till you either let me go, I escape, or I'm killed." Game said calmly hoping it would be one of the first two. Wow. She's really jaded... "I'd let you go if I didn't fear another less magnanimous general getting hold of you, this seal being used against me, and if I didn't think that away from me, you would be in danger. You are still a woman, however strong you may be, and human men are filthy beasts," he said quietly. "You were placed here by my request, Atacama. Please, tell me now what you would like to do. I will make it so. Or if you don't have any ideas, I have a few of my own." Game wasn't sure if she should trust him or not, really his only fault was his humor. What he found funny she found morbid. Though she might have found him funny if it wasn't a joke on her life. "I don't know what you're trying to get at, but we both know what I want." Game told him as she finally started to eat. Everything was going to get cold if they didn't do so soon. She ate her rice in small bites that she chewed slowly. It wasn't now she normally ate, but being around him made her nervous half the time. It was stupid how he affected her, but she couldn't exactly help it. "I want to finish what I started." Game told him quietly. Honestly it really was all she wanted. With their lord dead she was free to return home and the war would be over. It was a simple task if she could just get close enough to him. She thought it funny how killing one man would have such an impact on people. With him dead people could go back to their normal peaceful lives, but killing him was easier said that done. Jade didn't seem half as interested in his food as Game seemed in hers. He hadn't touched a single bite. He was studying her curiously again. "Why don't you just tell me that you want me to help you with it? I wouldn't be against it," he said quietly. "I have no intention to continue working for this lord, and I think that if we play our cards right and gather more supporters, we could raise a lot of lovely hell. Does that appeal to you?" "It's a wonderful plan, but I want you to do it because you want to. Not because I ask it of you. And you won't get many supporters with me at your side....trust me" Game had started strong, but sorrow seeped through at the end. Think of how her men just gave up in the end over something so trivial always made her sad. It showed her just how differently everyone saw her. She continued to eat slowly; every bite feeling more awkward than the last. She wished he'd just eat with her, but she had a feeling he wasn't. Once her rice was gone she set the bowl down; resting her chopsticks resting over it. "Look I don't want you to help because you feel you must. I want you to decide on your own. Once this is all through I'll try and find what it is you're looking for. I can't promise I'll find it, but I can try." Game told him. "Mm...well, I don't expect many anyway. Look at me, I'm mistune. That's a few rungs below woman, you know," Jade said matter-of-factly. He steepled his fingers, leaning his elbows against the table and looking directly at her. "I want to help. I'm just looking for a reason, and that reason is to protect you. But your promise gives me hope as well...for I don't think what I seek is anywhere you can get it. I think it is with the shogun. Or rather... I fear it is..." He sighed heavily. "The only thing inhibiting me is that seal I showed you. I have to find a way to break it..." "Well As far as I'm aware all my families positions are still at home. Its possible the Shogun has what you're looking for, but if father had it last I doubt he'd give it away." Game assured him. As for a Mistune being lower than a female Game had believed little of that. Even if he was in his true form people would fear him, they never feared her. He was also a male and someone with respect. The only respect a woman ever received was from another women. "If I can get to him, I can kill him." Game said softly in confidant manner. Normally higher ups were easy to kill since they had little fighting skills. With so many people watching over you, it would be understandable why, but no one should ever leave themselves vulnerable like that. She didn't know if he was a warrior or not, but the way he acted made her believe he couldn't tell a sword from a chopstick. Still this was just her belief not a fact. If he could defend himself he might pose as a challenge. "That may be so, but it is also possible that when your father broke with him, in the time between that and his execution, the shogun may have gotten hold of the ball. I sincerely hope this is not the case, and that he is bluffing, but I could not take that chance. So I sat still for this seal, and let myself be forced into servitude. It's that important to me..." Jade's eyebrows drew together as she mentioned killing the shogun. "Tread cautiously. Shoguns are warlords," he warned. "They aren't toy soldiers. It is possible he hasn't fought in a while, but I cannot say whether his skills have dulled. And you can see for yourself he is not against enlisting demon help." "If I die than I died trying..." Game told him with a slight tinge of fear in her voice. She grew up believing in dying with honor, but it never stopped her from fearing death. Every warrior seemed to have no fear, but she could never get over it. Still no matter how afraid she was she would have to face it one day. As their conversation went on Game felt slightly tired. It was by far the most eventful days she'd had since she'd been here, it was also the most relaxed she'd ever been. Knowing he wasn't going to kill her allowed her to sleep easy and let her guard down. Game wouldn't completely trust anyone or anything, but around him, she was able to relax a little. ". Why must we talk of such things?" Game asked him trying to change the subject. Talking about her father and the Shogun were messing her up inside. One moment she was sad the next angry or scared it just wasn't good for her. It was something she couldn't really keep control of all the time. Game blamed it on the fact she was a female. "But there's no point in throwing your life away. There is a difference there," Jade replied. His expression softened as he caught the tinge of fear in her tone. It softened further when she asked him why they had to discuss this. But then, he spoke. "I speak to you of these things because you wish to be treated as I would treat any other. There is nothing to gain from dodging the problem, and I figured that any mercy on my side would vex you, because it would mean I am taking pity on you as a woman. At any rate, if you are finished eating, please...feel free to go. I myself have business to attend to after this, and I will not return until a day from now. In my stead, the men will receive orders from my adjutant, Saith. He is a good man, worry not. A mounted samurai." He offered Game a faint smile. "Remember... I'm not doing this because I'm forced to. I want to help you," he assured her, and something of his voice seemed to hold a deeper emotion than he showed outwardly. Because it's going to help me. Then I'll be done with you. "Well then I thank you for treating me as such." Game told him as she got up to leave when she stopped at the door. He seemed all to calm leaving her here. Her hand rested on the door as she tried to figure out what was going through his mind. "What's to say I won't run away when you lave? Being away for even a day is still enough time for me to run..." Game asked him out of curiosity. It might have come across as a clue that she'd already planned on it, but it wasn't the case. Something was stopping her from leaving now. It was as if her curiosity had chained her down to this place ever since she met him. Something about him was just so puzzling. "I would like to think my trust is not misplaced," Jade responded, still smiling lightly. "And if it is, then Saith will cover for me. Human he may be, but he is an honorable, obedient man. If you do escape, he will bring you back. Personally, and it is nothing against you, but I think that if you were so easily betrayed, it would be very silly for me to let you escape and get yourself in trouble...besides, I would be in trouble as well, and this seal on me can be used in a very...embarrassing manner." "I see..." Game slid open the door and walked out. No one seemed to be outside the door which was odd to her. Still she closed the door and walked the same way she came. It was dark, and the house seemed to glow in a blue hue. It made her uneasy not seeing any guards around, and so she went back to her room as fast as she could. Once to her room she closed the door. "What did he mean embarrassing?" Game asked herself. She laid back on the small bed she was given and tired to sleep. Her body was tired, but her mind was awake and alert still on edge from the lack of guards. "If he's so set on his freedom why doesn't he just ask me for help? Instead, he's been telling me to ask..." Game continued to talk to herself as she thought about Jade and what he was up to. The truth of the matter was that Jade was too prideful to ask Game for help. But he wouldn't let her know that. Once she was gone and out of the room, he sighed, rising from the table. Dinner had really been for her benefit, for he was not at all hungry, and did not partake of human foods unless he had to, or unless he had a particular affinity for them. Such as with strawberry filled origin. He exited the room, nodding to a maid waiting outside to assure her she was free to start picking up. He himself headed silently towards his chambers, which led him down an outside walkway. Furthermore, he glanced up into the stars as he walked, sighing heavily. Furthermore, he wished so fervently that things were simple. But the greed and arrogance of humans had complicated his life, and stolen his father from he and his sister. Now it fell to him to retrieve the Joshi no Tampa...and he didn't know who held it. Jade was a simple person. He wanted a simple life, in a simple home, away from everything and all to himself. Simple, quiet...all he needed was food, a bed, shelter, and a means to learn. But now he was doing more than he ever wanted to...and he hated it. As for this girl, Game...hm. Well a fat load of good she'd be in the long run. She was only worried about how others treated her. A very womanlike trait in his opinion. It wasn't just about how you were treated. If that bothers one, then don't complain. Simply pay it back. Game hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep so soon. Normally she tossed and turned for hours before finally falling a sleep. The sun had started to come in through the window so it must have been pretty early. The smell of the sweet morning air already filled the room. Something was different about today, she didn't feel so trapped. Game fixed her robes that had opened slightly during her sleep and stepped outside. She looked around for the small old lady that normally greeted her, but she was nowhere to be found. Game should have figured as much since it was still far too early. Game just stood outside her room stretching her arms and cracking her head. "Strangely cheery morning." She said to herself as she looked around, but knew better than to wonder off alone and have a guard find her. The halls were fairly empty, though there were some people wandering around. One of which was a man with dark red hair that was cut short and parted to accentuate his very handsome visage. His auburn eyes seemed filled with serenity, even as he strode in the armor of a samurai with a long, silver-based spear in hand. He held it as easily as if it were a twig, and his gait was as easygoing as if he were not burdened by the weight of his armor, nor his office. This man happened upon Game just as she spoke, turning the corner right at that time. "Cheery?" he reiterated in a deep, regal voice as he turned his gaze to Game. "Mm...yes, I suppose it could be considered that." His spear straightened a little, the point rising as he held it vertical as he came to a stop before Game. "Did you sleep well, Atacama?" No one else in this home referred to her in such a respectful manner, save for Jade himself, and that had only been yesterday. Game felt slightly nervous by his presence, but really it was just the weapon he was carrying. The man himself seemed oddly gentle. "There is no need for formalities, just Game." She told him though she really didn't understand why. If it had been Jade then UTA would have been fine, but for him, she seemed to change the rules. Now that a guard was beside her, she remembered her place. Still she didn't want to be cooped up in her room all day. Game just stood there looking out into the lush greenery that adorn the middle of the home. She would simply wait for the old women. "I take it you are in charge while Jade is away." She finally asked him as she searched her mind for his name. Game was always bad with names till she finally met the person. "Yes, I am his adjutant, Saith," the man said kindly. "And yes, I am in charge while Jade-samey is away. I asked my superior if I could take you out of the mansion for a while. Would you like that? I can't imagine that your stay here has at all been pleasant. My own stay here is hardly pleasant in and of itself, despite Jade-samey being a decent person. He is simply too...self-humorous." Game wasn't sure what to say. Either she was being tested, or he really did trust her. Being allowed out wasn't something most captors allowed their prisoner. Still she longed to get out and stretch her legs. Looking over at the man she couldn't help but admire his calm demeanor, he was different from Jade. Their personalities didn't seem to clash like her and Jade. Game smiled sweetly for the first time in she'd forgotten how long. Even though Jade was just as kind his humor really was something only he seemed to understand. "I would enjoy a walk very much." Game replied happily. "Actually, I was going to offer you something a bit different as far as transportation," Saith added. "Have you ever ridden a horse, Game-san?" The man was glad to see Game smiling, any woman's smile pleased him, really. It was his opinion that they should be pleased at all times...for who didn't wish to see the beauty of a woman's happiness? Game started to laugh; not at him, but as his question. "O no I've never ridden a horse." She replied sarcastically as her laughter quickly died down. He didn't seem to have any hidden motive to his questions, which made her calm around him. "I'm just fine with a horse, but I mist say I've never ridden in a women's kimono." She admitted. Saith frowned at the sarcasm, but said nothing about it. He hadn't thought it is a foolish question at all... "I see. Well, I think now would be a good time to learn. I daresay none of my clothes, or any of General Jade's clothes will suit you in size and style. As for your clothes, I don't personally know what was done with them. But if you'd like, we could pay a visit to the village and find you something that you like," he suggested. Game found it stage he was so willing to please her. Still she wasn't one for taking hand outs or anything like that. "No I'll learn to ride this way." Game told him as she walked over to him. Out of habit she looked him over. From his posture and really everything about him showed he was a general. And an honest one at that. It was rare to think of someone like him fighting a war. "Well lead the way." She ordered him with a smile. "You're quite the take-charge sort of woman, aren't you?" Saith asked, amused by her order, but following it nonetheless. He headed before the woman, holding the spear in a more rigid stance that kept it clear of her. "I would like to drop this off. Then we can get going," he said. Game found herself treating him like a friend. All smiles and acting as if he wasn't just someone put in charge of Jade. "Well I didn't think you'd carry it around all day." Game replied as she stopped when he did. She stayed close behind him as he walked trying to figure out why she was being so nice. Jade had been nice to her, but she fought with him to no end. And yet she didn't fight with Saith; it just seemed odd to her. Game had started to feel slightly bad about how she treated Jade, but what could she do now. Not only that she had every right to be man with Jade since he was the reason she was put her, but she knew that wasn't really the reason. Maybe they were too alike and that was why. With all of her thinking she'd forgotten about Saith. "All the same, I do carry it a great majority of the time. I do wish I could do what the General does," Saith commented, unaware of Game's thoughts. "Rumor has it that he can utilize some sort of sorcery to make it appear and disappear at will. Whether that's true or not, I cannot say." He continued to lead the way down the hall, though they were still a distance from their destination. "Would you ride a horse of your own, Game-san?" he questioned out of the blue. "Or would you rather ride with me?" Saith had no ulterior motives to question this of the woman. He simply asked because it crossed his mind. "I do just fine on my own thank you, but how do you know I won't ride away?" Game questioned him. Still what he'd said caught her attention, and reminded her that Jade made her keep his secret. No matter if he was an enemy or not she couldn't tell another secret. She just smiled as if the thought of sorcery never once crossed her mind. "I believe people overexaggerate many things. For all we know it could simply be a trick, hiding it somewhere or nothing at all. One never knows, but I do not believe in magic." Game told him as she followed him still. It was nice to just talk to someone who didn't seem to be hiding his motives on the web of polite conversation. Saith smiled softly. "Forgive my presumptuousness, but I do not feel that I would have any trouble in catching you. At any rate, as far as magic and trickery, you may be right about that...but I do disagree with you on magic. 'Tis but my opinion, however." They soon reached Saith's quarters, at which point he slid the door open and invited Game in. "If you'd like, you may enter while I drop off my spear. I must also tend to something else before I take you out." Game stood firmly at the door. Even if she thought of herself as one of them, she knew such actions could cause rumors of all sorts. If her name became tarnished so would her fathers. The only reason she was even alone with Jade was because she was his prisoner. "I'll wait." She replied to him meaning no disrespect. Game liked him after all. For a solider he was surprisingly innocent. Or perhaps not so much innocent as chivalrous, for a Japanese man anyway. He didn't seem at all put off by Game's answer, however. He very much expected it, and only smiled at the woman. "Then please do excuse me," he told her, heading in. "I won't be long." Game stood at the door peering inside quickly before she went back other spot. She was starting to wondering when Jade would return and what this man was planning. He was just so nice she'd begun to think something was wrong. "So.what do you think of . Jade. As a person I mean" She asked just to make conversation. Saith thought about that as he put his spear up on its wall mount, then shook his head a bit to get his bangs out of his face. "The General is quite...eccentric, to be sure. But as a person, I would have to say he is quite courteous, and although he is accepting of his circumstances, he is not at all happy with them," the red-haired man replied. He knew how that sounded, but how would Game take it? Game stood there listening to him. It seemed strange that he spoke somewhat highly of Jade, and she thought the worst of him. "I'm not sure what to think of him..." She told him since it would be wrong to say what she was really thinking. That it was a sly, selfish, egotistical person to her. Although she had to admit she had some admiration for him just because he was a general. "Well, don't make any judgments yet then," Saith commented, emerging from his room with a fair bit less armor. He no longer wore his chest plate. In fact, the only armor on his person now was on his arms and shins. "Now then, come with me, and we shall be on our way." "Well a friend would say that, but I wasn't brought here to be his friend." Game replied as she walked behind him. Her eyes again fixed to the floor watching his feet so she wouldn't fall or trip over him. It was then she thought of using his kindness. Like most women who used their charm to get what they wanted. Only thing was Game wasn't sure how to do that, or if it would work. It would also make her look bad, and she wouldn't dare disgrace her name. But this was her freedom she was talking about. Looking up at him, she started to wonder what she should do, and finally decided to try it. "So. Saithu; what do you think of me?" she asked in a sweet tone. It was almost strange for her to speak in such a way. Saith raised an eyebrow at this shift in tone. He had been about to reply to her statement about friendship, but now he was a bit caught off his guard, so to speak. "Is this important to you?" he asked. Game knew it was strange of her to ask. So she acted as though it was just an innocent question. "It is only a question seeing is how you are as open as I am with your opinions." She replied still careful to stay behind him. Really she'd started to truly wonder what people had started to think of her in all of this. "Fair enough. Mm. You are a strange young woman...and an unfortunate one to be caught in circumstances such as these," he replied honestly. "I am not in the business of mistreating women, and dislike being put in such a position. It is not my wish to hurt any person that does not deserve to be hurt. I am a soldier to protect my fellow citizens, and to honor my family. So I have pity for you." That wasn't exactly what Game wanted to hear. She knew her situation wasn't the best one right now. "I hate pity." She mumbled under her breath trying to remain nice. Her only problem was she blurted things out at times. "It wasn't exactly what I meant, but it will do." She smiled as she addressed him again. Game was so bad with trying to act cute. It just wasn't in her nature really.

Himiko Lamprouge & Silver Crusnik Rp|rating:3.0

Tavelers on the Dawn Way (RHoD pregame)

Denver is a major trading city and cultural hub, that draws people from all directions and all cultures to its walls. On this day a frantic Lady Celia Nest an and her remaining family gather together in the town square. Ten wagons make up the near daily Caravan which leaves this morning heading West along the Dawn Way. Four of them belong to the Nest an family and their retinue. The remaining wagons carry goods and passengers bound for Bristol or further down the Dawn Way. There is a great deal of activity as people hurry about loading the wagons and tending to the horses that carry them. Lady Celia Nest an's screeching voice can be heard over the din as she sobs." Poor Father! Oh, it breaks my heart this whole ordeal. I bet that Ogre Fallen has run Tatar to ruins already. Why he always had his eye on Daddies money! I bet there is not a single copper penny left!" He crocodile tears are not fooling many." Shut up, little sister. Fallen is fine advisor, I am sure he has all of Father's affairs in order. Now get in wagon, or I shall leave you behind." The eldest of the Nest an family Crass Nest an chided his sister. A shifty merchant with a golden tooth and a wide brimmed hat poked about nervously. Though his hat is on his head he keeps a firm grasp on it to the extent that he is struggling to load the rest of his belongings with only one hand. He"Lets go, let's go! We need to get this caravan on its way. I told Hormel 'No Problem' if I am late surely THAT will be a problem!"he orders around some servants that look more like street rats in fancy clothes, and then help him load up his two wagons. Though there are many people leaving Denver this morning the only other person that stands out is a rather stern looking woman in shining half plate. Her heraldry is the head of a Golden Lion on a deep blue field though she is stoic and silent, her squire is not." Mi' Lady, I am so sorry for losing the horses. Please speak to me! I spent every thing I had to get us a seat, that must count for something? We will only be a few days late, Please say something!" He pleads, a useless endeavor. Spoiler: IOC Hide You a part of this Caravan, what part is entirely up to you. Perhaps you are a trader, or just a Wonder heading west. Maybe you are a caravan guard, or even a Member of the Nest an family, or just an adventurer heading home after a successful outing. Your reason for heading west is entirely up to you. Hopefully will go as far as Tatar. Hagar winced as he heard the squire speak, before quietly singing a few notes. At least, it sounded like singing, though not particularly singing of good quality. The notes drew a laugh from his squire." I'm smart enough to know I should disappear with them." Hagara's eyes narrowed, causing Morris to roll his eyes and respond with a few sung notes, his voice notably better than Hagar's." Better."" I had nothing to do with their disappearance." Though closed of mouth, a deep baritone voice issued from Hagar's steed, 'He'." I know, though I wouldn't to look at you. And you did notice that I have sung?"" It isn't time for prayer, and I have no need to not let others know what I'm talking about." Though merely a 'teen' at the age of three and a half years, 'He' was far larger than your average griffon, bearing a wingspan of almost 40ft and being roughly 15ft long, she was carefully guided by Hagar from his spot on her double saddle, coming alongside the caravan." Borris, let the captain know his guards here." Spoiler: Characters/Claims/'Singing' Hide Singing is referencing how Aura is supposed to sound. If anyone else understands it I'll begin putting translations in, and I will leave a translated version for when the DM needs to know what my characters are talking about. Anyhow: Hagar Yew-Knight of Someday, speaking in Golden Rod. Heeshaarhu or 'He'- Griffon mount of Hagar, speaking in Saddle Brown. 'He' 'speaks' by using a Cloak of the Hedge Wizard [Illusion], which grants her unlimited uses of ghost sound, which she uses to mimic speech... Of course, this means in combat she can't speak as a free action, as she needs a standard action to use it. She can still shout in 'griffon' which will draw attention. Morris White smith- Travelling Bard and Squire of Hagar/Back up character if things go badly wrong, speaking in Maroon. Edit: Since I can't, Heraldry is a Griffon holding a bow of Yew. Radii made his way to the caravan, the dark skinned man looked around while walking over to the gold-toothed merchant that he had met yesterday to offer his services as a guard." Here, let me help with that." He spoke in a soft, deep voice as he helped load the belongings he was struggling with into the caravan. Spoiler: IOC Hide Going to throw my char sheet here in case anyone needs to take a look and doesn't want to go to a different threat for it. Also, size could you let me know what the Merchant's name is? Jacob enters the city, sees the forming caravan, shifts his backpack, and approaches it. The small man then tries to garner someone's attention." Excuse me, how soon until the caravan leaves?" Spoiler: Pregame thread? Hide So, at the end of this thread everyone who isn't accepted dies? Several checks and rechecks his gear, having little else to do while waiting to depart. He notices the bickering nobles, reflecting on the similarities to his own situation and the differences in those in them. Spoiler: IOC Hide The Merchants name is Mike. Yes I have seen Pregame threads on Myth weaver and like the idea. Everyone does not really DIE, but they go their separate ways. Initially I had wanted to start you guys off as an existing adventuring party from outside the Vale, but I decided it would be better to have you have some ties to the lands and introduce some NPCs while you are working on characters. A pregame thread allows you to establish relations with fellow PCs (maybe you just met now, maybe you are old friends) and I get to see how you interact and post etc before making selections, as well as establish the setting. The lead driver looks at the diminutive man with disgust"We leave now little man." He climbs aboard the lead wagon, and it lurches to a start. The other wagons quickly follow leaving the crowd to scramble up there remaining possessions and run to catch up. Luckily the pace is slow, enough that one can walk along the wagons at a brisk pace for a short while before having to rest. This allows passengers the chance to mingle and move between wagons. Miko is glad to have some assistance, and he gladly pawns off a few of his items onto Radii, while still holding onto his hat. It is enough to get him squared away and moving. He finds a seat and once safely in a wagon uses both hands to help Radii aboard. There, you see, Mike will make his appointment after all. No Problem!" Radii loaded up the items onto the cart with ease. When Mike spoke and offered to pull him up into the wrong Radii nodded and replied as he took the man's hands and climbed into the wagon." That's good to hear, think there will be much trouble on the roads?" He got comfortable in a seat on the edge of the wagon, ready to jump out and into the fray at a moment's notice should they encounter trouble. Jacob is momentarily stunned at the rudeness but quickly regains his composure and begins to follow along. He starts to whistle a tune, stopping only to stare at the light reflecting off of the gem floating around his head or to adjust his awkwardly sized backpack. Armand got onto his horse as the caravan began to leave. It would be a long journey forward and signing up with caravan as a guard was a smart choice he thought. Money for the coming times, company on the road, and payment for a job he would have done either way. As the rest of the travelers scrambled to their vehicles or scrambled simply to keep up with the caravan, Armand watched them with keen eyes. He stayed near the back of the caravan until the stragglers caught up. They were as deserving of his protection as the rest, and it seemed the rest of the guards were watching the front. Jacinta watched as the humans went about their business. They were all so petty. But, he chided himself, that pettiness was only the nature of the innocent. When no looming threat terrorized them, they could afford to focus on the small things. However, he hears the squire begging the armored woman for forgiveness. It seemed cruel of her to deny him so coldly. The short, cooled man makes his way over towards them. His voice is harsh but quiet. Beg pardon my lady, but perhaps you could set your young squire's mind to rest? Even the best of us make mistakes at times, and he seems to have caused himself more than enough distress on his own. Our time in this world is limited, why inflict further suffering for an innocent mistake? Spoiler: IOC Hide I intend Jacinta to sound rather Zen. He's kind of the Charisma based PoW version of a Zen Archer Monk. Several overhears his fellow travelers. Goblinblood, here? This could get interesting. Probably should be ready if things get dicey one way or another. "A Party this size? No Problem. Besides the only people who bother caravans anymore are Track's men, and with a Golden Lion in our company even they will surely stay clear of us. No Problem." Miko replies to Radii's inquiry indicating the woman with the lion heraldry. He watches out the back of the carriage as you exit the gates of Denver and only settles into his seat when the city is fading on the horizon." No Problem, indeed." The woman, studies Jacinta with a cautious but trained eye, before phrasing her response." It has been some time since I have seen a Half-breed I had thought you all died out." She immediately recognizes your dual parentage, and she says the word with a bit of a snarl, but you pick up little more than that in her mono-tone inflection, she does not seem threatened." The boy will be fine I assure you, he's a moron and a lazy one at that, but he has potential. Eugene maybe a Knight someday, if he can remember where he left his sword." She makes no attempt to whisper her words about the squire neither the bad nor the good, though he is within ear-shot. Unsurprisingly, the boy panics a bit and looks around frantically, only to find his short sword on his hip, with a sigh of relief. The woman locks eyes with Several and icily informs him that"Eavesdropping is unbecoming of nobility, good sir." The captain of the guard is a burly dwarf about 40. Cadmus he told you when he hired you. He scurries up and down the line of the caravan looking very uncomfortable on his horse. He also seems more interested in making sure that Lady Era, Eugene, Hagar, Boris, Armand, and the dozen of other guards he hired are keeping an eye out, than keeping an eye out himself. Luckily the first day is rather uneventful, and the Caravan circles the wagons on a hilltop overlooking Marathon before the sun goes down. As people emerge from their passenger carts and set to work setting up camp and watering the horses a young girl of maybe 6 takes an interest in Jacobs gem as well. She yanks on her mothers sleeve as she points." Look Mama! Look at the bird flying around that men head!" Her mother smiles, but seems to be more concerned about some laundry than your stone." Yes, Maize, very nice. Now come along dear." Several gives a nod, "As we will be traveling together, I thought perhaps I ought to introduce myself. Several, an artificer by trade. Not everyone born to nobility has a seat to rule from." Originally Posted by shizukanashi As people emerge from their passenger carts and set to work setting up camp and watering the horses a young girl of maybe 6 takes an interest in Jacobs gem as well. She yanks on her mothers sleeve as she points. "Look Mama! Look at the bird flying around that men head!" Her mother smiles, but seems to be more concerned about some laundry than your stone. "Yes, Maize, very nice. Now come along dear." Jacob notices this and approaches the child. Smiling, he plucks the gem from its orbit." Want to take a closer look, little one?" Originally Posted by stack Several gives a nod, "As we will be traveling together, I thought perhaps I ought to introduce myself. Several, an artificer by trade. Not everyone born to nobility has a seat to rule from." "I am Lady Era Oberon, a Lion of Bristol. This is my squire Eugene. We are bound for home. Since I have been recently relieved of my horse, I have offered to escort this Caravan until Bristol. Bandits from Crisscross roam this leg of the Dawn way."----Maize's eyes grow bigger yet, and she breaks from her mothers grasp, who seems almost relieved to be free to attend to her chores." Be back at our wagon for dinner." She seems content that Maize is safe, and seems to know resisting her daughters curiosity is futile." Maizy of Trenton." She introduces herself without giving a last name, you realize that the small folk often don't have them." Do you know how to play kings cross?" "Indeed, I have heard such reports. I will walk easier knowing a Lion of Bristol guards our way." Jacinta had fallen behind in shock after Lady Era spoke. Then he seems to snap out of it and ran to catch up. What do you mean, half-breed? I may be in exile, but it was only for doing what was right. I have no regrets about my heritage, human. Originally Posted by shizukanashi "Maize of Trenton." She introduces herself without giving a last name, you realize that the small folk often don't have them. "Do you know how to play kings cross?" "No, but perhaps you could show me Maize?" Jacob asks, setting down his backpack." Jacob of Sartre, by the way."he continues, being polite to the child. Originally Posted by shizukanashi "A Party this size? No Problem. Besides the only people who bother caravans anymore are Track's men, and with a Golden Lion in our company even they will surely stay clear of us. No Problem." Mike replies to Radii's inquiry indicating the woman with the lion heraldry. He watches out the back of the carriage as you exit the gates of Denver and only settles into his seat when the city is fading on the horizon. "No Problem, indeed." Radii nodded at the man and looked to the woman with the lion heraldry and then curiously to the half-breed speaking to her before turning his gaze to the other out of ordinary members of the caravan and finally back to the road ahead, always glancing to the sides as well as he said to the man." Yes, it appears fortune has smiled upon us this day." Despite his words he remained vigilant, watching for danger in case Track's men got overconfident, or an unusual danger presented itself. As the Sun began to set and the caravan stopped for the day to camp, Armand decided to settle into the camp near a group of guards. On another day perhaps he'd be attempting a sermon. He doubted that they would appreciate that though, the peasants looked tired to him though they usually did in honesty and the nobility likely wouldn't listen. Perhaps in the morning he would try. His job as it was now was to watch the dark and wait, sleep or what he called sleep would wait until he had learned when his shift was. Armand set his psi crystal, a jade green crystal that with its legs out looked almost like a scorpion, down beside him and onto of his pack and then sat upon his bedroll. As he settled he started half-consciously tossing his burning ion stone into the air and catching it as one would with a coin to keep himself occupied until something else came along or something happened that required him. Spoiler: IOC Hide Just because I am pushing along the Dawn way, don't feel pressured to keep up. There are a few conversations going that we can either assume happen at the start of the journey or along the way. I am trying to set the stage and give you guys some NPCs and towns etcetera, and I want you to be at a certain spot on the road when the game starts. Please continue to interact as you are, in whatever timeline you like. "Indeed, I have heard such reports. I will walk easier knowing a Lion of Bristol guards our way." Jacinta had fallen behind in shock after Lady Era spoke. Then he seems to snap out of it and ran to catch up. What do you mean, half-breed? I may be in exile, but it was only for doing what was right. I have no regrets about my heritage, human. "I care not for your history, you are not pillaging and raping. That is good enough for me, though not all humans in the Elsie Vale are as tolerant. I only mean that in general humans don't like you and neither do the goblins. Your kind have enemies everywhere. You are the first live half-breed I have ever met, and most of the dead ones I have come across are children." She speaks as she checks her pack and inventory, interested but aloof. Maizy and Jacob get along well enough. It is clear she is intelligent and free spirited, if a little stubborn and headstrong. She tells you of her friends Pam and Tom in Tatar, and though she appears not to see it; you can tell from her stories that she doesn't have much and the conditions in Tatar are meager and at times dangerous. The next leg of the journey is a bit longer, it is 2 days from Marathon to Bristol when next you make camp it is on the Bristol side of a crossroads, that splits into a less traveled road leading to Crisscross. There are a few nefarious looking men that you find camped or traveling along the roadway, armed and bearing a strange crest of a lion with a bloody spear. It is similar to that of Lady Era's, but hers does not have the weapon. Though they watch you closely the only nod and wave, clearly intimidated by your size and apparent prowess." Just keeping the Dawn Way safe!" They claim or"Be on the lookout, there are bandits about."they warn. Lady Era icy looks, clearly show her disdain for the men, but neither party makes any move to arms as you pass each other by. Cadmus looks pleased. Several casually but warily watches the men as they pass, noting the lack of affection between them and his traveling companion. Spoiler: know local or nobility, as needed Hide (1d20+9)[10] Jacinta's eyes narrow You did not answer my question. What do you mean "half-breed"? Spoiler: IOC Hide Jacinta was never told he's only half hobgoblin. He assumed the brand of "Human" was because he refused to harm humans Jacob will spend the day's travel making small talk and attempting to exchange stories with his fellow travelers.In regard to the nefarious looking men, he kindly waves to them as he passes. Spoiler: Out of Character Hide Making a Sense Motive Roll in the Recruitment Section The long night passed uneventfully, and the journey began again in the morning. During the journey Armand began to notice something, something felt off about the soldiers they were passing. Or he supposed they were soldiers anyway. The Heraldry seemed familiar, but he wasn't sure from where, perhaps he saw it in one of his studies. Perhaps he'd ask Cadmus about them later, though perhaps that was unneeded. Cadmus didn't seem to be concerned about them. Spoiler: Rolling for knowledge nobility on the heraldry Hide [roll0] I hope it doesn't look like I'm copying stack, something is making me think they're just highwaymen passing up a guarded target and I thought it would be better to know than not. Edit: Something went weird with the roll. Attempt two. [roll]1d20+9[/roll] Edit 2: Botched both roll attempts here, Apologies for my ignorance of the rolling system. I made a roll to replace these two attempts in the sign-up thread. When the night came again Radii warily kept an eye on the suspicious soldiers as he set up his small tent near Mike's wagon and thought about whether he remembered the men's heraldry from anywhere and if they looked like trouble or not. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Know Nobility on the heraldry: (1d20+2)[10] Sense Motive on the men: (1d20+11)[24] The halfling man approaches Armand." I couldn't help but notice, fellow holy man?" He asks, holding up his wooden symbol of Sartre above his head. His stone bumping against his hand before returning to its interrupted orbit. Spoiler: Anti-Eagle Hide These men bear the heraldry or Baron Margin Track and the Track Clan who claim Lordship of Elsircross, it is intentionally made to look like the Heraldry of Bristol, though the two are in no way connected. In fact though it has not come to it yet, there is sure to be skirmishes and a confrontation soon. The Track Clan are less than noble and have been toeing the line with Bristol for some time. Spoiler: Shadow Hide The men are definitely of less than moral intention, and do a poor job of hiding it. You don't suppose direct highway robbery is their intent, but they certainly are here to collect "tolls and taxes" through intimidation and force. A smaller caravan with less guard would be forced to pay a hefty sum, and if they refused, perhaps be ambushed further down the road. Lady Era looks at Jacinta funny, you can tell she is puzzling out your mood and intent. Finally, it dawns on her and she laughs heartily." You honestly don't." She can not even finish the sentence before she is barreled over again. Her stoic knightly behavior is completely replaced with that of a giggling school girl." You think... Bwhaha... Captain Culvert will never believe me." She wipes a tear from her eye, and seems to regain some composure." Ahem... I meant no disrespect to you or your people. I. I simply mean people will not treat you kindly in some parts of the Vale." She seems to be barely able to keep it together, and tries to excuse herself. For whatever reason she has decided not to tell you of your heritage, but Eugene looks concerned." Mi'Lady you must...he could be killed." He pleads." Why Eugene? Because he is a goblin, in human lands?" She smiles again." He knows who he is. That is enough." At least she is talking with her squire again, which was your intention." I trust you know the danger of such travels, master...? I am sorry I never asked your name." Armand smiled at the halflings question, and lifted his own holy symbol in response towards the halfling as he spoke"Yes, Follower and priest of Deena. I take it you're of Sartre?" Spoiler: Map of Bristol Hide On the third day of the trip the Caravan reaches the gates of Bristol. Though not as large as Denver, it still has a population of just under 9,000 people making it the second-largest city in the Elsie Vale. The city is protected from the north by the Elsie river and from the east, west, and south by a 20-foot tall stone wall. Inside the gates the city rises up a hill and even before you arrive you can see mansions and other buildings on its slopes. A keep sits atop the hill. Your caravan enters the city through the east gate, where 6 city guard stand watch. They charge 1 SP per person to enter the city, a sum that Cadmus covers as a part of your service/passage fee. A few wagons break off and go about their own way and your caravan shrinks to 8 wagons almost immediately. As the sun sets the remaining wagons moves through the city. You pass a large temple to the right that appears to be dedicated to Eras til (8), and a rather rich and bustling Tavern to the left with a Laughing Manticore on its sign (12), before arriving in the Market Square (5). Though currently empty, Cadmus explains that this area will be bustling with activity by sun up, so he encourages everyone to be light on the drink and be back to the square at the twilight before dusk. He finds quite a corner for the wagons and passengers and guards alike are free to explore the city. In the immediate vicinity are still a few merchants who have not given up for the day. Aside from the houses that line the square a tall thin entirely stone building that must be 3 stories tall (7) catches your attention, as well as strange looking tavern (6). Its sign depicts a wall-eyed zombie drinking from a broken tankard. The ale pours out holes and cuts in his neck and torso to pool at his feet where 6 drunken rats scurry about. The hobgoblin nods, extending a hand to the Lady. My name is Jacinta, my Lady. And, since you seem to know something of my people, can you tell me anything about the Bulkier HUL tribe? I have been away for some time, and have reason to suspect that they have harmed someone I care about. In Bristol, Jacinta takes the opportunity to examine the others in the caravan. Two priests, a knight with a griffon, and others. An interesting company. Originally Posted by Anti-Eagle Armand smiled at the halflings question, and lifted his own holy symbol in response towards the halfling as he spoke "Yes, Follower and priest of Deena. I take it you're of Sartre?" "Correct, how has your travels been going? Good, I hope?" Jacob answers, placing his holy symbol back around his neck." It's been about twenty years of travelling around for me, but I'm still around." He continues, taking a triumphant pose as he walks. As he enters Bristol, he pays the fee seeing as he's not actually a part of the caravan but is just walking alongside them. In addition, while in the city, he goes about a bit of shopping with a big smile upon his face. Spoiler: What he is buying (hopefully) with intent to share with his fellow travelers as they continue on their trek Hide A Cart (-150s) A Riding Dog (Charley) (-1500s) 12 Gallons (96 lbs) of Ale to take along with him (-24s) 12 Gallons of Ale to share during the evening (-24s) 20 lbs of fresh baked bread (-8s) 40 lbs of cheese (-80s) Secondary note, you spelled Travelers in the title. After he finishes up he and Charley will return to where the wagons are, and he will spend the remainder of the time resting and talking with the other members of the caravan, offering them food and ale. Originally Posted by Doc_May not "Correct, how has your travels been going? Good, I hope?" Jacob answers, placing his holy symbol back around his neck. "It's been about twenty years of travelling around for me, but I'm still around." He continues, taking a triumphant pose as he walks. "They've been well. I've been travelling the roads for a decade now and there are few things I'd trade these past years for." Armand replied still smiling"I'm Armand by the way." When he reached Bristol he stabled his horse Amilia with the other guard horses, before returning to the square and carrying on much as he had before, though there was more conversation and drinking now being around the halfling and the surrounding others. It made for a nicer rest and would make for a nicer journey. Originally Posted by Celebrate The hobgoblin nods, extending a hand to the Lady. My name is Jacinta, my Lady. And, since you seem to know something of my people, can you tell me anything about the Bulkier HUL tribe? I have been away for some time, and have reason to suspect that they have harmed someone I care about. "I do not know any of the tribes I am sorry to say. Just that they occasionally cause trouble for the small folks in the western vale. You best be prepared for some hostilities if you continue past Bristol. Where is it you are heading Jacinta?" Jacinta sighs. Home. I found something on a hunter that makes me fear for my mother's life. Originally Posted by Anti-Eagle "They've been well. I've been travelling the roads for a decade now and there are few things I'd trade these past years for." Armand replied still smiling "I'm Armand by the way." "Jacob." He states, extending his hand before realizing the obvious height difference between the mounted Tall folk and himself. He then sheepishly returns his hand to his side." Likewise, it helps that it's in the blood though. If I had any other family, I'd have probably settled down by now. Just not in my nature, I fear." When the caravan reaches Bristol Radii waited in the wagon as his toll was paid by Mike who had taken it out of his pay. Once they enter the walls he hops off the wagon as he said to the gold-toothed merchant." Just stretching my legs, I'll stay with the wagon." True to his word he walked along the wagon and when Cadmus found them a corner he decided to stay on guard and watch for any thieves. When the Halfling offered him food and ale he smiled warmly at the man and gave a small nod, his holy symbol of Iron on display around his necklace." I would love some, thank you." As he was given the food he asked." So what's your name?" "Jacob Milner, my good sir." He responds while pulling out a metal contraption, and unfolding it into a pipe. He places a pinch of tobacco into the pipe, lights it with the nearby flame of his campfire and continues." Come and enjoy yourself by the fire, spin a tale with us. For we have all traveled a long day and the worst that befalls me is that I must restock before our departure. However, be sure not to imbibe on the ale too much, Tall folk. You do have a job to do that many are counting upon." The small man laughs heartily and begins smoking his pipe. Spoiler: Fort Save vs Addiction (DC 10) Hide (1d20+7)[17] Several takes in the city as they enter, not having traveled this way for years, once coming this way with his father on a diplomatic errand. He takes stock of the marketplace, deciding it would be better to get a feel for what was available rather than trying to do any commerce himself. Radii took a small drink of the ale and sat down by the fire with the others." Rakiir, and don't worry, I don't overindulge myself." Though it is late in the Evening Mike begins to unpack one of his two wagons and set up a small shop. He offers all manner of goods, and though most are poor quality he sells well below the typical asking price. Of course every item has a story and a history woven by a master snake-oil salesman. He seems to be doing quite well and a small crowd is gathering. Rakiir, and Armand are the first to indulge in Jacobs generosity, but Mike is close at hand and shares a few drinks as he goes about his business, thanking the halfling. Lady Era excuses herself and she and her squire retire to the Bristol barracks." It has been most pleasurable traveling with you all, but I must report to my Captain now. Perhaps we shall meet again." Cadmus stays with the wagons and does not drink, but the majority of the party either find rooms for the night or goes looking to enjoy the nightlife that Bristol has to offer. Crass Nest an and most of his family are just across the market square in the "Thirsty Zombie" the tavern with the strange sign. It is only a few hours into the night when you notice Crass stumble out of the Tavern. He is escorted by two of his personal guards who help hold him up until he collapses to his knees just outside the door and purges the copious amounts of alcohol from his body. Celia is not far behind and appears quite worried about her brother. She and the two guards wait for Crass to recover before finding an inn for Crass to sleep it off. Jacinta, keeps his distance, but watches the small group drinking by the fire. Lady Era's words still eat away at the back of his mind, worrying at him like a dog with a bone. Subconsciously, his hand begins tracing the brand that marks his face. "HUMAN" the brand read in the goblin tongue. He had always assumed it was because he had chosen humans over his own people, but what if there was more to it than that? He needed to find his mother now more than ever. Furthermore, he needed to know... Several retires to the recommended accommodations, first enjoying a meal not constrained by the limitations of the campsite and caravan, then notices his unusual traveling companion by himself across the room. He crosses over, offering a hand. "Greetings, how do you like this city?" As Several joins him, Jacinta shakes himself out of his thoughts. He takes the hand and shakes it. I don't care overmuch for cities. Too many people. I prefer the road, or smaller villages. But I understand the need for such places. "I was here, many years ago, as a boy. The walls seem shorter now. I had thought to do some business here, but the local demand seems reasonably serviced, so I think I will see a bit more road yet." Originally Posted by shizukanashi Crass Nest an and most of his family are just across the market square in the "Thirsty Zombie" the tavern with the strange sign. It is only a few hours into the night when you notice Crass stumble out of the Tavern. He is escorted by two of his personal guards who help hold him up until he collapses to his knees just outside the door and purges the copious amounts of alcohol from his body. Celia is not far behind and appears quite worried about her brother. She and the two guards wait for Crass to recover before finding an inn for Crass to sleep it off. Jacob puts down his pipe and speaks under his breath, not wanting to interrupt any of the others." I wonder if that man is going to be alright?" Originally Posted by shizukanashi Radii, and Armand are the first to indulge in Jacobs generosity, but Mike is close at hand and shares a few drinks as he goes about his business, thanking the halfling. When a moment of silence occurs Jacob speaks out." So, you work for that one?" He says, gesturing his pipe towards Mike." I have a feeling there are a few tales there. Wait just a moment though-"Jacob noticing the pair conversing,"-You two. Are there two of you? I can't tell with this lighting-Either way, come over here and share with us the fire. For of ale we have plenty, and I do not partake. Or are the tall folk afraid of ones as small as myself?" A night of merriment and laughter is enjoyed by all within the walls of Bristol, when morning arrives Cadmus is waiting for everybody at the wagons." Bad news. Master Crass Nest an has apparently become very ill throughout the night. What was first thought to be too much drink appears to be something more severe. He wishes to visit with some healers today and stay in Bristol until he is well enough to carry on to Tatar. As he has hired me and my wagons, I will not be continuing the journey and instead will stay here and await his health to return. Thank you all for your services, you are free from your duty." He pays out the rest of the money he owes to any guards (a sum of 4gp) and releases you from service. Miko is irate at this news." What?!?! I need a guard to deliver my goods to Crellin's Ferry. I heard last night there are goblin raiders to the west.... Wait!..." He is clearly unnerved but gets no response from Cadmus, choosing a different tactic he reaches for his gold purse." I'll pay any guard twice what he was paying you. 2 gold coins per day! 10 gold to reach Crellin's Ferry unharmed!...and there is more." He removes his hat, but hesitates." Er.yes more! You will be duly compensated, I assure you. No Problem!" The choice is clear to continue with Mike to Ellen's Ferry or wait here for the Nest an family to continue to Tatar. Jacob spends the morning loading up the cart, preparing him and Charley to continue their travels." Miko, if you don't mind I should like to accompany you. For I was just travelling alongside anyway, and we both appear to be going the same way." Jacinta nods. I have a ways to go myself before my journey is done. He turns back to the halfling. And you, my little friend, have a tongue larger than your brain to assume that, because we did not desire your company, we feared one such as you. Originally Posted by Celebrate He turns back to the halfling. And you, my little friend, have a tongue larger than your brain to assume that, because we did not desire your company, we feared one such as you. Jacob sets down his pipe and adopts a meeker tone in his voice." I had spoked only in jest, good sir. I had not actually thought you're afraid of me. Furthermore, I had merely noticed you looking over here, and thought maybe you were such to prefer an invitation before coming over and joining us. But perhaps I assumed too much, my apologies." Jacinta smiles. It is usually best not to insult strangers, even in jest. Some have quite short tempers, or perhaps they have simply had a bad day. You don't want to go making yourself a target for an outburst. He stands and walks over to the group. I shall join you, however. I have been too long isolated. The night passed for Armand as he sat in front of the fire, talking and drinking with the others. He waited until the others had retired for the night to wander the city. He took in the slumbering city until he began to feel tired and then found a space near the caravans to rest. Furthermore, he left his psi crystal out and on his shoulder to watch for him as he usually did. In the morning when he learned of the sickness of his employers' employer, he took his money and listened to the desperation of Mike. He felt doubt that the man had the money that he was offering, and he looked as if he would leave whether he had guards. As he was with the caravan for company and the other two choices of waiting and solitude held less appeal beside simply not wanting to see the man wander to his death, Armand walked up to Mike after Jacob had spoken"I can watch over you and your caravan." Spoiler: Roll for a Sense Motive on Mike Hide (1d20+9)[25] Several hides his entertainment at the exchange between the little one and the goblin-kin, then shrugs at the invitation, "I was heading in that direction regardless and have little need to stay here longer. I will go." Mike was so successful last night that he can fit all his goods in one wagon. He wants to travel light to avoid attention now that the safety of the larger caravan is not an option. He sells the wagon and the two horses (an opportunity for you to buy if you are lacking a mount) He clearly has the gold to pay and pays you each5gpbefore leaving (the rest he promises when you reach Crellin's Ferry) Though he seems like a shrewd merchant, and clearly nervous about making his deadline his motives are as he states them. Furthermore, he wishes to reach Crellin's Ferry quickly and unharmed. You do question what it is he is hauling though. He hitches his remaining two horses to the wagon and assumes the seat of driver (there is a seat available next to him but no more room in the wagon) along with Jacobs cart you are a small and nimble caravan. The journey to Tatar is about a day, and Mike explains to you that from here on out the dawn way would likely go the same, a hard day travel followed by a town or village to rest at night. He seems to know the route well and spends the day talking of all the people and connections he has in every town, always augmenting his speech with the now annoying"No Problem!" Talar is the traditional homestead of the Nest an family who govern here, though you left them in Bristol, an elderly gentleman named Fallen greats you. He explains he is the steward and leads the small counsel when the ruling family is away. Much smaller than the previous towns you have visited, Tatar has a moderate keep (not like the one you saw in Bristol) and a wooden wall barely 8 feet tall. The villagers house huddle around the central keep and a few guards patrol the perimeter. Spoiler: IOC Hide Okay I am going to speed this along. I will close this thread and give you the link to the actual IC thread. Simon Gap is a town built on a slope. Located where the Dawn way depends from the Simon mountains you drop more than 200 feet between entering and exiting the city on an east-west route. The high lands are home to Shepard and large flocks of goats and sheep while the lower city is dedicated to orchards that benefit from the shade of the nearby cliffs and mountains. There are no walls here, but the hills provide some defenses. Mike gladly buys a goat for the evening meal and a barrel of apples and pears for the rest of the journey. Rumors here say that hobgoblin raiding parties have increased recently, and everybody is a bit more cautious. After three days of travel, Trenton is the least defensible town you have come to. It is flat, and dry, not even grass grows in much of the town just dirt and rocks. Trenton is known for its livestock and leather trade. Much of the vales masterwork leather comes from here. It's a rough and tumble frontier town, and Mike advises you to keep to yourself, especially Jacinta who immediately gets a cold stare from almost every man woman and child that see him. You arrive late and leave early to avoid the locals as much as possible. The final leg of the journey begins today, Dwelling Ferry is the next town, and the final destination of Mike and his wagon. Please continue the story here.

Tavelers on the Dawn Way (RHoD pregame)|rating:4.0

The Medusa Directive

Some three decades past, a comet passed dangerously close to the Earth. New reports were rife for a long time beforehand that it would be more than a near miss, though in the end that was what it was, and the people of the world breathed a collective sigh of relief. That sigh was soon shown to have been given too quickly, however. A terrible malady swept the globe, a disease that had come down into the Earth's atmosphere from the comet, which has since been named the Gorgon's comet. That malady was one of madness, and it struck the male population of all animals, from the lowliest insect to the self-proclaimed masters of the world. As more and more men became infected with the still unidentified organism, the United Nations Congress - and all other world governments not affiliated with the UN - proclaimed a joint new directive, while scientists searched in the futile hopes of finding a cure, or at least a protection from the alien disease :The Medusa Directive. Women came into authority in every walk of life, as the men were detained or killed by the now all-female joint armed forces of the world governments. What was being done was seen as necessary - and is seen still by the majority as a necessity - for the continuation of the Homo sapiens species. Those few males who were at first thought to be unaffected by the disease, retaining their sanity, were quickly discovered to have suffered at least one common symptom with the great remainder - they had been made sterile.* * *I had listened to these words many a time - males were not taught how to read anymore - from the speakers that surrounded the compound where males were sent on birth to be raised. Those women who worked in the compounds saw to our care, our instruction, our training, quickly weeding out those who showed signs of becoming affected by the alien organism that still contaminated the atmosphere, the water, and all living cells, and had so far, we had been told, not even been classified, save for its believed origin. Only about one in a twelve thousand males were unaffected, mentally, by the time they reached eighteen, by which point they had been deemed 'fit', unlikely from that point to be affected by the disease. The rest... were put to sleep. I had seen many of my childhood friends dragged screaming away, their minds driven to insanity. You could not help but be afraid that you too would become as them, even as you pitied them. So, reaching your eighteenth birthday was not always a comfort, given the memories you would keep, but it was a relief. At that point, men were transferred to the auctions.* * *"Raise your head" I heard the Auction Inspector say, as the sound of her heels clicking across the cold white marble floor came to a stop before me. I looked up slowly, then a slap across my right cheek made me stare immediately downwards once more." I said raise your head, not your eyes" she snapped. "Birth name, Marcus four-two seven-seven... Caucasian... six foot one... estimate one hundred eighty-five pounds... dark hair, brown eyes... hmm, very nicely toned musculature. Classification grade one. Start the bidding at twenty-five thousand new yen for this one." Grade one. That should mean I would be destined now for some private stable, not a public pleasure ranch." Take him to the bidding chamber" I heard her say, and I could almost feel her eyes upon me, casting up and down my naked body, a smile in her voice as she had spoken that order." Yes mam" another woman said, and I was led out as the Auction Inspector began to look at the next in the line. The bidding chamber was dark, save for the spotlight that shone down at its center, or what I assumed was its center. Echoing about the room I could hear myriad female voices speaking, laughing, whispering." Silence please. The next bid will start at twenty-five thousand new yen" a loud voice proclaimed." Step into the light, hold your head up, and look straight forward Marcus" whispered the woman behind me into my ear, and I did as instructed. IOC: I have had a thought where to take this. Saying the unaffected males were sterile is actually just propaganda by the Medusa organization, to help keep men in line. Marcus could be purchased by a very wealthy corporate woman, a firm supporter of the Medusa Directive (maybe even one of its top agents or directors), as a birthday present for her daughter, who has just reached 18. Her daughter, however, is a secret supporter of the underground resistance to this Directive known as the Perseus Movement. This movement has found some evidence, though not enough to bring to the attention of the world, that a cure for the alien organism has been found which counteracts the madness, but the Medusa organization is keeping it a secret for they have grown accustomed to the power and wealth that they have accumulated. Ooc; Now I like this. *laughs* one thing I want to request, if it's not possible, I'll go with the flow... A MALE resistance Movement, It sort of came to me in a Comic strip... Renegades so to speak, Sort of Hells Angels kind of group dedicated to Bringing back the state of the world before the Medusa thingy. *G* IF not, I'll Take Marcus.*noddles* If so, I already got a character name and description. *LOL* Viva La Resistance!!! IOC: Epic, you always come up with the best plots. I would like to join if you haven't gotten tired of Ring with me yet. Let me know where you need me to fit in. OCC: WaitaminuteWatiaminute not to get on ya Epic, but this thread was done before wasn't it. I think it was because I was in it. IOC RG, I've imagined the Perseus Movement, the resistance, to be pretty much equal rights - even though it favors the women, since they greatly outnumber the men, usually have better education, and are able to move about through the society much more easily. Isolde, you're always welcome, you're a joy to write with. If you'd like to take up the role of the mother mentioned below, to get the ball rolling, so to speak, I'd be grateful. If you could be a major player in the Medusa organization, and RG could be your own 'servant'... a Perseus Movement planted spy under your very nose - would that suit you RG? And, yes Phoenix, this is a 'rehash' of an old previous thread basic premise by another - I just thought a different approach would work better for it.[Edited by Epic on 01-17-2001 at 12:57 PM] IOC: That rocks Epic. *GRINS* Just Call me Agent Slick. *Does Dance* Pimp Ninja Spy. *Does a little dance and whips out his Patented 22. Speaking in the Smooth James Bond voice* So...we meet again Medusae...*Cocks brow* You will never fully succeed in your evil plans! It Ends here!*Blows weird Medusa Queen into oblivion* HAHAHAAHAHAHAH! DUDE POWER!!!!!!!!! *Does Hippy sign and gets ready to rumble* IOC: LOL.will do Epic, just let me get my char up and going and I will post tonight. Almanac: Alma, age-undetermined, long, wavy black hair and green eyes flecked with gold, still fit and trim even though she is a mother of an 18-year-old.IC: Alma sat there and looked through the listing of the day's auction. She had not seen anything to pique her interest yet. She was looking for something very special as it was for her daughter who would turn 18 in a few days, and it was about time that she learned to care for her own servant. She yawned a bit as she looked at the next offering, and then she raised her eyebrow in interest. This one might not be bad at all. She licked her lips and looked down at the listing again. Let's see, Marcus four-two seven-eight. The description was very promising, and she made her decision as the auctioneer's voice announced the starting bid. Raising her signal flag, she heard the bid raise and then again. Well, this was for her daughter and you only turned 18 once. Again she raised her signal flag and again she was outbid. Smiling, she shook her head, they did not know who they were dealing with. She was a prominent agent with the Medusa movement and her resources were numerous. In the end, she had what she came for even though it had cost her a bit more than she had wanted to go at first. Raising from her chair, she walked sleekly out of the auditorium and down the hall to the room reserved for those who have already made their purchases. Her daughter was going to have a wonderful birthday. Marcus "Slick" Deal*As The "Attendants" Preyed him, they ran him over his mission, Get as much hard evidence as possible, Recover the Cure for the Medusa Virus if Possible, Bring as many people under the Perseus Influence, and Get out with all of this, undetected and alive.* Remember.*the head said as he attached the small capsule into it's hidden compartment* if you are compromised, you are to eliminate yourself as soon as possible and by any means Jessica.*he nodded, no one could be found with the info he had, they fixed the outfit to him, and the fake slave color* Good Luck Agent Slick. *they Gave each other the Mars salute and moved out, He sat down in the room, waiting, unlike the rest of them, he had a shot at glory, And he knew what was going on, He was going to go down in history as the man who brought the Medusa Directive Down. He pushed his hair from his eyes hard, waiting as he knew soon they'd come for him...the cyanide capsule hidden, his Compact 9mm w/silencer was waiting for him in her building, all he needed to do was get it and complete his mission. Then he could tear home, open that waiting bottle of aged Cognac, Kick back and enjoy while the world changed thanks to his influence... In 10, maybe 20 years... He'd be living in his own house, Calling the shots as he saw fit, And living it Up, Pimp Ninja Style. He heard the gruff female voice say she'd be here soon and began to steel his nerves and look submissive, just like he was trained. All his life had been leading up to this moment, this is what it all came down to, Him V. S The World, and the world didn't even see him coming...* IOC: RG, I think Epic is Marcus and you are supposed to be one of my servants I already have in my household. Marcus is going to be for my daughter, and you are supposed to spy on me. I think you are already established in my house. Ooc: Uhmmmmm Not sure. *LMAO* epic?? Help me out here..... IOC: Sorry RG, Isolde's right, that's what I had planned - refer to my previous post please. Let's see, let's set some background ideas for you... As an agent of the Perseus Movement, you're a member of a cell of four - you report to another woman (make her up when necessary) on a semi-weekly basis, though you can contact her in an emergency. You are unaware that Alma's daughter is a member of another resistance cell - this is to prevent too many resistance members being caught at once. Currently, you are assigned to eavesdrop on UMA's conversations, read anything you think might be of interest (you've been taught how to, though most men aren't able to read), otherwise act out the part of an obedient servant to her. I've imagined the resistance in this 'version' to be much more covert and non-combative than before.[Edited by Epic on 01-18-2001 at 10:31 AM] IOC: Right, his name's still "slick"But everyone calls him Lee. *nods**laughs* I hate when I get like that.*LMAO* Will post soon... Marcus-4278"Well, you fetched a good price" said the guard as she led me back out of the light and down another corridor in the auction house, "and you're going to a good home, from what I heard." The bids were done electronically, and apart from the opening bid, I had no idea how far it had been raised." Wait here" she said, pointing to a small sparsely furnished room off of the corridor - with light gray paneled walls, and a single long bench stretching along one wall - which I dutifully entered. "Your purchaser will collect you. She's going to have fun training you, I'm sure" she finished, with a wink. With that, she closed the room's door, and I heard it lock automatically. It would need a passkey to open - which I guessed my purchaser would be given. There were locks like that at the Male Raising camps. I sat down on the floor by the bench, as I had been taught, awaiting my purchaser patiently. "Slick"*He paced a bit in the small private room he had earned...where was she...BINGO! The knock at the door as she let the agent in, giving her the Perseus salute* Agent Slick, what have you to report? *he takes a deep breath* I'm close...very close... Soon the cure will be in our grasp.*she grinned* Good work agent Slick, Be ready, we have a new purchase coming into the household, remember, Do not allow yourself to be caught...*they salute, and she leaves quickly he lays down, folding his hands across his chest and slowly closing his eyes, it was his day off thank Mars, he needed this day to rest, besides, all her papers were tightly locked up, he wouldn't be able to get at them till tomorrow...when the party happened, he would have the perfect chance to at last get his hands on the legendary Cure.* Alma walked towards the door, key in hand. The transfer of funds had not taken me long. I was well known in this place and my treatment was always first-rate. I slid the key into the lock and it opened. The male was sitting there, very obedient like. That was always a good sign. I walked over and told him to stand, so I could inspect my purchase. He did as he was told, and I grabbed his chin with a thumb and forefinger and turned his head back and forth, looking at his face to make sure there are no blemishes. Satisfied, I make a more though examination, running my hands up and down his body to make sure my purchase is satisfactory. "Yes, yes, you will do very nicely," I murmur, more to myself than anyone else. They were not supposed to be able to really understand what was going on. I knew better than that, but that was another story. As long as I kept my comfortable station in life and the balance was not tipped, everyone would be happy. Nodding, I left and spoke to the valet outside the room. "Take him to my transport," I told her,"And make sure he remains undamaged. I am giving him as a gift and I do not wish to give damaged goods." With that, I left and headed to my transportation. My purchase would be following soon after, and I wanted to prepare my daughter before he arrived. Marcus 4278A woman had entered the room where I had been locked, I assumed my purchaser, and she gave me a close inspection, running her hands over my naked body. You will do very nicely she had said. For what, I had wanted to ask, but it was not my place to ask questions of women. Shortly after she had left, I was taken out of the room, given a simple one-piece suit to don, and led out of the auction house, to where a transportation vehicle sat waiting on the road. I glanced around, taking in the site of the city for the first time. I saw some distance away the walls of a male raising compound, the kind of walls I had only ever seen before from the inside. One of the rear doors of the vehicle was opened, and I got in as I was then told to do. I sat myself down on the back seat, nervous with the uncertainty of what my future now held. "Slick"*as he slipped deftly down the hallways, invisible as usual to all those... Pathetic Wretches that allowed themselves to be controlled... It would be different soon...soon... He kept a sharp eye on the door, they would be home soon enough, Bringing no doubt another man...the daughters' birthday present... Nice girl, he wondered silently... I wonder if she's.... Maybe.... I'll have to look into that one.... He slipped into the kitchen, grabbing a Pepsi he downed it in 10 seconds, wiping off the can expertly he deposited it in the recycling bin, and heard noise behind him... Shyt.he mouthed, and quickly hid as best he could, hoping to death they didn't catch him here, so far away from his appointed rest area for the day... They were soft footsteps, the daughters?? It had to be.....he breathed silently, and listened, hoping for his chance to get out...the time was not right to move....not yet.* UlmaUlma walked into her home. Large by any standards, she had several servants and much in the way of priceless artifacts. The door was opened by a male who stood back respectfully as she entered." I have a new purchase in the transport," She told him in that voice reserved for those under her and not worthy of more words than it took to convey her wishes,"See to it that he is brought in and bathed and made ready. He is a present for my daughter. By the way, where is she?" Waving the statement away as if she did not expect the man to answer, she walked towards the west wing and her daughter's room." Be quick about it," She said over her shoulder,"I want him ready to be presented this evening at dinner."[Edited by Isolde on 01-22-2001 at 12:38 PM] JenisisLong wavy, chestnut hair violet eyes, hidden behind a pair of gold wire glasses Pretends to be timid around her mother, but is, in fact, very much like Eric:I sat on my bed, writing in what looked to be a personal journal. My mother had given it to me long ago, and I used it to keep track of the movement. To anyone else, it was pure gibberish about a rabbit and a turtle, but to me, it was the story of the movement. I heard a knock at my door and quickly closed the book, I knew who it was. My mother, as different from me as night was to day. I was shadow, hiding my cause, while she flaunted her power in the daylight. One day, the movement would succeed, and I would dance in the rays of sunshine with those who worked so hard to destroy Medusa." Come in." Alma walked into the room at her bidding. Looking about her simple room I shook my head. We had so much in the way of wealth and status you would think my own daughter would be more than willing to use it to make herself more comfortable. After all wasn't that what it was for? Walking over to her, I sat on her bed and studied her. She was a beautiful lady. She got her features from me, but that is where it ended. Though I had tried to teach her how to be aggressive and take what she wanted from this world, she insisted on sitting back in the shadows just watching. It irked me to no end. I sighed. She knew that sigh. It was one I did whenever I got a look at her and knew what she could be instead of what she was. If she would only show a little backbone I would introduce her into the Medusa movement and have her trained as a top agent. But that was not to be...not right now anyway. Smiling at her, I reached up to brush away a tendril of hair that had fallen into her face even though I knew she hated it." Yes, Mother," She said, trying to prompt me into telling her why I was invading her privacy." Jen," I began,"It is almost your eighteenth birthday. In just a few days you will be of an age where we will need to sit down and plan your future. In that light I have gone and bought you an early birthday present. One that I am sure you will 'enjoy'. Now clean up and come down for dinner. I am going to announce my surprise then. Please don't be late." I was led by another man-servant to a bathing chamber, all the while trying my best not to stare around at the interior of the fine house I found myself in, a stark contrast to the spartan accommodations I had found myself in up to now. I was instructed to strip off the garment that I had been given at the auction house, then shower, scrub, dry myself off and perfume my body with oil. He then left, leaving a neatly pressed light-blue tunic made of a flimsy, soft material was laid out for me, to wear instead. Following the instructions, I opened the door, and stepped out barefoot into the corridor, where he was waiting." Come this way" he said, leading me through the house. "Kneel there" he said, pointing to a mat on the floor eventually, "Mistress Alma will call for you shortly." I hated it when she started talking about "my future". I always agreed, albeit reluctantly, with her plans, but I had plans of my own. Furthermore, I was going to help bring down the Medusa Directive. I showered and dressed quickly, always in the same blue pants and white shirt. Furthermore, I never dressed any other way. It was all a part of my "timid" persona. No one would suspect someone like me. I took my place at the table and waited patiently for my mother to join me. I could only guess at what she had gotten me for my birthday. Alma walked into the dining room and sighed again." Jen," I said in a scolding tone,"Don't you think you could have dressed in something a little more....festive? I told you tonight was going to be special. I swear, sometimes I think you do these things just to annoy me." Sitting down, I signalled to the servant to begin serving the dinner. "Now, Dear," I said in a condescending tone of voice-the only one that seemed to get through to her,"As I was saying earlier, you are almost eighteen. At that time you will be expected to take your place in our society."" I fear you are not prepared to follow in my footsteps yet though one day I hope to remedy that. I intend to start tonight. As of tonight you will take over your own 'servant'-one I bought especially for you. If you succeed in his care, then we will go from there until you have mastered the art of womanhood."" I know you have refused to take part in what is rightfully your station in life but, honestly Jen, you will have to one day. It is the natural order of things. The woman has always been the one to take care of the male. That we are the dominate species now is...natural. Nature has made it's choice, and you simply must follow that." Turning to the servant who had brought in the food, I said,"Until, go and fetch my daughter's present. Present him here and have him serve her. From this time on he is to see to her various needs." Smiling at Jen as Until left, I said,"You will see, Dear. Give it some time, and you will end up loving the attention that they can give you." IOC: can I play too? This plot sounds real interesting and a lot of fun. I don't know how often I can post, but I really would like to get involved if you have room for another. Email me and let me know please: savagekitten@hotmail.com "Slick"*He sighed deeply, as he listened in outside the room, well damn another GUY To keep track of, he nearly grumbled at the thought of having to learn someone else schedule...knowing he'd be like all the rest, running off and telling someone if they caught him...he'd almost had it those times, but they merely laughed at the thought of a man knowing how to read....laugh while you can be rich bitches...because payback time is coming soon... He shook his head softly enough but remained out of sight, Hamm it was time to make his move...he took a deep breath and looked around, then hid back in the shadows.DAMN!! They had gotten the new guy already... He cocked an eyebrow, Hamm not half bad looking, he'd keep the daughter busy too....good....this men the could get at those new documents...* Marcus-4278"Marcus, the Mistress will see you now. Follow me" said a man-servant, dressed in a dark red tunic otherwise much like my own. Getting to my feet, I did as bid, and he led me into a room where Mistress Alma and another younger woman were sat, at a long table. Upon the table where various dishes of food, of which only a little I recognized from vid recordings." Mistress" he said, with a bow, which I emulated, before he turned to me. "You are assigned to the care of Mistress Genesis" he said, "you will serve her as she sees fit. Attend to her." He bowed again to Mistress Alma, stepping back to what was presumably his post in this room, ready for further instructions. I walked over to the chair where my Mistress was seated, and knelt beside her, lowering my head, and holding up my hands." I am yours to serve, Mistress Genesis, mind body and soul" I said out clearly, as was proper custom. Furthermore, I looked at my mother with large eyes that seemed to be filled with surprise. Inside I was boiling mad. How dare she buy me a servant! I decided a little revenge was in order, whether she saw it as such." Do you have a name?"" My name is Marcus, Mistress."" You are dismissed Marcus, but be sure to come to my room at exactly nine o'clock. I have much need of your services there." Alma was pleasantly surprised. Jen fell into the roll of mistress quite well once the first step was taken for her." There, Darling," I smiled at her as I took a sip of wine,"Now see how natural that felt. You will soon be a source of pride if you keep handling yourself as well as that." The meal was instructed by Until coming back and notifying me that an important call from one of the Medusa leaders required my attention. Setting my glass back on the table, I rose and smiled at Jen. "I'm sorry darling that I can't stay but business calls. Enjoy your present, and we can discuss the rest of your future later." With that, I left her to eat her meal alone as I went into my private study and flipped on the vid machine. Marcus-4278"Yes, Mistress" I replied. Standing up, and bowing, I backed away to stand against one of the walls, glancing up at a clock that was fitted into an elegant carved frame high on the wall. I sighed heavy. It had not been my attention to please her. Fine, new plan. I left my plate where it sat, virtually untouched. I finally had a way to really help bring the Directive to an end, and my very own mother had given him to me." Come with me Marcus. I find myself not hungry. The others will clean this up." He mearly nodded and followed me down the hall to the wing where my room was located. It was a large room, but I kept it neat and simple and very plain. "That door over there leads to your room. It is where you will stay for the duration of your time here. It was built off of my room for the express purpose of when I turned 18." I looked at him intently, what I saw was not displeasing. I saw a keen intelligence in his eyes. "Close the door Marcus." He did as told. I would have to put a little spunk into him, maybe even a little defiance. "Can you read?" Marcus-4278"Of course not, Mistress" I said, glancing up into her eyes in confusion, before lowering my gaze once more. "It is forbidden" I added quickly, thinking this perhaps must be some kind of test. "Slick"*Having secured the tape recorder inside the daughters room, he reported to The Waiting room, as "Mistress" Alma blabbed every secret of the directive over the tapped phone line.he he he...Ah, well... He leaned back and inwardly hummed the "Freedom Song"...not letting the silence of the room.which was supposed to make anyone docile. Get to him... Finally...the door swung open electronic, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering why she didn't get it herself tonight...that was odd... Suddenly he gripped the chair...had he been Caught!? No... This couldn't be... No it wasn't... She was simply... Tired tonight yes that's it...Oh, well... He needed to wait, as he was not allowed to move until she called him, he put on his best submissive face and waited* I walked into my study and flipped on the vid phone. Before Until left, I said,"Make sure that Lee prepares my bed. I believe I shall turn in early tonight. And give him instructions that I will need a massage before I retire. I have had an exhausting day." Antil bowed and left, and I turned to see the face of Cherie, one of my superiors in the movement. "Yes, Mam," I said with the expected respect,"What has happened?"" Ulma," She said, her face stern,"Do you have the research results from our lab in the east?"" Yes, it arrived just today and is under lock and key. I have not had time to review it yet as I have been preparing for Genesis' eighteenth birthday."" Ah, yes," She said, a frown coming onto her face,"A disappointment to you, I know, but she may yet find a place in our organisation." I nodded and dismissed the comment,"Is there something wrong with the research that it has you calling so late at night?"" I do not know yet, but there are indications of something that could be damaging to the movement. Furthermore, I need you to bring the research here tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow. Furthermore, I know it is late but..." I stood up and bowed my head,"There is no problem, Mam, I understand completely. It will be done. I shall be there in less than an hour." The vid phone flickered and went blank as I went to open my safe and remove the material. It was an electronic safe with a scanner for both palm and eye so was quite secure. Removing the data, I exited the room and called for Until. "Tell Lee that I will be late, and he can stay up until I return to see to my needs then. I will be gone for an indefinite period of time." With that, I left for my transport and the Medusa building. I looked at him closely, but couldn't quite tell if he was lying or not. I would have to watch him in the next few days. Maybe I would leave a newspaper, or even my journal lying around. It would take sometime before I determined if he was worthy of my trust, or if he was like Until, who was a lack to his superiors. Maybe I would even teach Marcus how to read." Very well, you may retire." He looked a little shocked at that,"Am I displeasing Mistress?" I started to shake my head, and laughed a little at him, "Of course not. I can get ready for bed on my own, so unless you wish to stay, you may retire." I turned and walked towards the bathroom. Along the way I took down my ponytail, giving my head a hard shake. It sent my hair cascading down my back. I didn't look to see where Marcus was, figuring he had retired to his room for the night. Lee "Slick"*This was his big moment, quickly he raced into the office holding a stolen bobby pin and other little lock picks, he quickly plays back the phone tap through small earphones, racing as he opens up her "Private" File cabinet...he stopped dead for a moment when he heard about whatever this was, and quickly he kept working, he didn't have time to worry about that now....the research about the cure was of far more importance...just a little further.*Click!*it went, and he opened the lock, pulling out the drawers and carefully removing all the files, 100 microfilm and 10 regular film shots later, the Drawer was closed and in his pocket at long frisking last was the Cure formula for the medusa, he left into the air for joy, in one weeks time he would become a hero! Quickly he dashed from the office to His room, securing the camera under a loose tile and carefully hiding it as he had don't before, but he kept the film in his secret stash....he....soon... He checked his watch, Hamm she should be back soon, he quickly went to her room, peering around as if he owned the place, running his hands over a fine dresser with a slight grin on his face...soon he would make ALL Of them pay for what they did.... But.first.he would start with Alma....and her prissy little daughter.....he chuckled darkly in the silent room* I bowed, and watched my new Mistress walk off down the corridor. It seemed I was fortunate, not all ended up serving in such households, or even under the auspices of a single Mistress. Opening the door to the room she had called my own, I entered. Although it was not as spartan as the sleeping rooms back at the Raising compound, it was still fairly plain. A low cot sat at its center. The room was dimly lit, and I could make out tools hung on locked racks about the walls, which I recognized with a shiver. Such things were used to punish a disobedient servant. Another door led undoubtedly to my Mistresses own room, and after I took off my tunic and folded it neatly, placing it at the foot of the cot, I stared at it for a few minutes, wondering what her room was like. Shaking my head - that was not really my concern, it was not my place to be curious - I led down to sleep. I tossed and turned in my bed that night, not really sure why I couldn't sleep. I tried pacing my room, but that didn't work, it only made me more restless. Furthermore, I decided to wake Marcus, even though I felt a little guilty of it. I crept quietly into his room. He looked so peaceful asleep, almost like a little boy. I straddled his chest and just sat there staring down at him. His eyes opened, and he seemed a little shocked to find me there. "Mistress... I... I..." I put my finger to his lips to silence him. "First, don't call me that, at least not when we're alone. We are going to be friends you and me. My name is Genesis, say it." His eyes widened, but he did as I asked, "Genesis." I smiled at him. "Good, now, I'm about to tell you something you might not believe. I'm a part of the Perseus Movement. I think it's wrong what has happened to you and others like you. No one deserves to be a slave. So, the first thing I'm going to do is teach you to read and write. It will give you an edge over the Directive." Marcus-4278"You're part of the resistance?" I said, staring up at her in shock. "But... Mistress... Genesis... you'd be executed if you were found out!" I would have pushed her off, scrambled away from her, but touching a woman without consent was against my training. So was asking questions..." Why? Why are you telling me this?" I blurted out. "Is this some kind of test?" I had been raised to obey my chosen Mistress in every way. To follow the regulations of the Directive. Confusion mounted. How could I choose which was right? I couldn't. It was, after all, my Mistresses decision on what was right or wrong. "Please tell me what to do, Genesis!" I cried out. He had a look of complete confusion on his face, and I had this sudden stab of guilt. This had to be hard on him. All his life, he had been trained to be at the beck and call of his mistress. I didn't want that for him. I wanted him to have his own mind, his own opinions. Furthermore, I put my finger softly to his lips, "I'm not going to tell you what to do. That is something you will have to figure out on your own, and it will, I promise," I looked into his eyes seeing his confusion mounting, "I told you, the first thing I am going to do, is taught you to read and write. I know it will free your mind, and that will make the second part that much easier." I gave him a triumphant smile, "I am going to DE-directify you."" But Mister..." he didn't get any farther. I leaned over and silenced him with my lips, taking advantage and plunging my tongue into his mouth. What better way to teach him to react than this? I just hoped I could break through the wall the Medusa's had built. IOC: Listen and Genesis had been friends all their lives. Even though Life was a whole year older than Jen it was Genesis who led most of their adventures. From their childhood tomboyish romps in the woods, to their early teen escapades, it was Genesis who led the way, and it was she who, with her soft voice and big beautiful eyes, talked their way out of trouble. Listen loved her like a sister. The bond between them was indestructible. It was yet another of the Directive's well laid plans.IC: Listen wrung her hands anxiously. It was her best friend's 18th birthday, and she was running so late!!! If it wasn't one thing it was another. First, her chic, slim fitting suit arrived late from the tailor's. Then, not only did her shoes not match the color of her suit, but her fingernail polish clashed terribly also. Life had been a frantic mess of nerves. She slid into the car asking her driver to burn rubber, in the safest way ... of course. After what seemed like decades she arrived in front of Genesis' mother's grand estate. Listen smoothed the front of her jacket, feeling the pocket to once more assure herself she hadn't forgotten the locket she had gotten her friend for her birthday. She felt giddy as she rang the doorbell. "Slick"*he pulled open the door, bowing softly* ah, Madame Listen*he spoke with picture perfect accuracy on the pronunciation* So Good To see you. *he bows out of her way as she enters, taking her coat and whatever else she hands him quickly, placing it in the closet nearby, making a mental note to check it for anything of use later, he smiles to her* Ah, Miss Genesis Is currently... Occupied at the Moment, Is there anything I can do for you while she is Busy?? *he smiled politely and obediently, Wondering how deep in this one was...* Listen raises her eyebrow suspiciously. "Busy? But, what about the party?" She glances at her watch, noticing that she isn't really as late as she thought she was. She takes a couple steps into the foyer listening intently. Life turns back to the man, a bit flustered and shocked by his intense gaze. "Take me to Jen this minute!", she says between gritted teeth, trying to retain her composure. IOC: Ok, I am officially confused here. Supposedly Jen's b-day is not for a few more days, Alma is at the office and Jen has turned in for the night. I am lost here. IOC:I'm sorry... Listen is probably the confused one haha (like me in real life thought her mother gave her the 'present' at her b-day dinner but then had to excuse herself early for business?) Ok, so this is what happened.... Listen was in such a fit to get there on time for her best friends birthday that she got her days confused?? (that could explain why her suit wasn't ready on time hammer) he-he. Maybe someone should set her straight.... it has been a very hectic day for the poor than IOC: That's fine. Her mother gave her her present early because things like that don't keep. LOL *he blinked rapidly but managed a smile, his eyes practice Daring her to be very afraid... The intensity in his eyes not normal at all, he checked around him...this was a bold move here...but he couldn't resist... He had what he wanted...and even if they caught him, the information would be found...it was too late, the Intelligence that he kept so well hidden left into his eyes and he smiled* I am sorry, I have been given strict instructions to leave her alone with her... Present.*he emphasized that last word, taking a defiant step forward* Marcus-4278OOC: Okay, Marcus is a 'green' servant - although he had been trained to obey his given Mistress in all things to the best of his ability, certain things have been left to that Mistress to teach him. He doesn't even know what a 'kiss' is yet.IC:Suddenly, she had bent down and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I was startled, yet managed to keep my wits, and allow her to do whatever it was she was doing. It felt kind of nice, though, and I opened my mouth wider for her. His mouth opened under mine, and I slowly stroked his tongue with mine. He didn't move, didn't make a sound. I thought about ending the kiss, but it was to pleasant by far. I carefully brought my hands into play, harassing first his arms, moving them up and down his warm flesh. My light was feather-light, and I soon felt goosebumps form on his arms. I smiled against his lips, before whispering to him softly, "You can touch me to if you like, it's not forbidden." "You can touch me if you like, it's not forbidden" she murmured into my mouth, her tongue sliding over mine. The sensation was unusual, but far from unpleasant. Slowly, I raised my shaking hands and placed them on her back, risking moving my own tongue now against hers, even into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. That felt strangely good, and my hands began to roam up and down her back almost of their own accord. I felt strange, and realized that something was happening to my penis, that part that we men had been instructed many times to touch only to clean. We had been told it was not ours to truly touch, it belonged to our future Mistress. It ached, and I felt as if my blood was pumping into it, stretching it. I gasped into her mouth, unsure of what I was feeling. I felt hot, my breathing was getting heavier, my heart beating faster... Alma sat at the table across from my superior. We had been talking for hours now and the air was tense between us." So, you are saying that there have been conformations that the conditions of the males are not quite as we think. That they may hold intelligence? May be able to use it?," I asked. I was not surprised. I had had my suspicions for a long time as had others in the Medusa movement." Yes," She said to me,"We were not certain, but our information is leaning that way, and you know what that could mean."" Yes, yes," I answered,"A shift in power if anyone discovers it. So we will have to make sure that no one does." I looked at her again. "We are continuing to treat the males' food with hallucinogens to make it seem as if our theory is correct, are we not?" It meet that many males who were perfectly alright were being killed to cover up our information, but we only used the ones that would not fetch a high price on the market, and we needed to bring down the numbers anyway. There had been too many men born in the last few years. It did not look good for the balance of power." We are," She said with a nod,"It is the best way to keep the States quo, and we are keeping the prices high in the marketplace. By the way, I hear that you bought a fine specimen yourself this afternoon." I nodded and smiled,"Yes, I bought him for my daughter. It is about time that she was brought into her womanhood. I was hoping that she would have done it on her own, but I think my present may be already straightening her out."" And he was quite a fine prize. A testament that our methods are working. I congratulate the organisation for a job well done." She nodded her head to me to acknowledge my compliment. "And what about the false reports that we asked you to keep in your house?"" They are there," I said with a slight frown. The organisation feared that I had a spy in my midst. It was probable but I thought highly unlikely. I ran a tight house and I had no suspicions, but I was a loyal follower and would do as they asked me. "If there is a spy, the false reports will be passed on...not the true ones." Standing she said,"Very well, we shall see you tomorrow. May Medusa ever stand."" May Medusa ever stand," I repeated and then left the building and went down to my transport and back home. I would need that massage from Lee when I got home. I felt him grow hard against me. Furthermore, I knew how freeing an orgasm could be and felt that maybe this was the way to free his mind. Furthermore, I broke our kiss and placed my finger against his lips. "Shhh, just relax, and I will show you a world you have probably never know." I moved down his body, kissing and touching everything I could. He really was gorgeous, and I reveled in the fact that I was going to show him how much pleasure his body could give him. I gently stroked his shaft, moving up and down slowly, letting him get a feel for it. He truly was impressive, and I had to taste him. I let my tongue run along the head, circling and licking. I felt his body tense and he grasped the cot. Furthermore, I hadn't even begun. Furthermore, I carefully took him into my mouth and I heard him moan. Furthermore, I worked up and down his shaft, squeezing his balls gently with my hands. Furthermore, I knew he wouldn't last long and his moan accompanied his release. Marcus Her lips parted mine, and after she told me to relax - something which I felt at the moment was all but impossible - she began to slip down my body, pressing her lips against my oiled skin, her fingers stroking over my body, tracing my muscles. As her head reached my loins, I saw that my penis had grown large, and I felt that it was hot, aching with a throbbing I had not felt before. The feeling was almost indescribable, as she began to run her tongue over me there. I'd never felt such. I suddenly felt giddy, dropping my head back to the cot, as I felt her lips enclosing about the tip of my penis, sucking and licking me. A fire was running through my body, and after only a little while of this, with loud groans escaping from my mouth, I arched my back, my body tensing involuntarily. My penis began to almost spasm in her mouth, and I felt something rushing up inside of it, spraying wildly into her mouth. I gripped the edge of the cot tightly, my knuckles white." I'm sorry, Genesis!" I half-cried, half-moaned out, thinking at first I had urinated inside of her mouth, though something else told me that was not the case. My body sagged back down against the cot, and I found that I felt short of breath, gasping. Ooc: I have been waiting on Savage Kitten for some time now..... Should I Consider her Gone or what?? I held him gently, kissing his neck and mouth as his breathing returned to normal. He looked at me with sleepy eyes and opened his mouth to apologize again, "Shhh, don't say anything. Just sleep now, and I will tell you everything in the morning." I stayed with him until he fell asleep and then slipped quietly out of his room. I was heading for the shower when I heard a familiar voice. "Li." I smiled as I said her name, and headed down to meet her, wondering why she was here.

The Medusa Directive|rating:4.0

Justice League (Reboot) IceBerg lounge Gotham_

(Iceberg Lounge is run by the gangster known as the penguin. It is well known that Coffeepot runs this clubhouse and conducts most of his criminal activity from it. However, it has a very tight closed door policy and as a result Jim Gordon and GPD can't get into it. The Penguin manages to keep his books in order and violence to a bare minimum. So without incriminating evidence there is no way to bust in and uncover the iceberg lounge for what it truly is. (Inside the Iceberg Lounge was smoke filled with an almost tacky seedy feel about it. Dimly lit, A young woman on stage singing her hit "Don't you ever" as women walked around as Penguins version of *Playboy Bunnies*. The owner of this rather questionable club took center stage after Miss Munro finished her catchy song. Oswald Cobbelpott was an unfortunate looking fellow." Ladies and Gentlemen, Thank you for coming tonight. The stories of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. All I ask is whatever you're personal interests are in this little turf war to keep that outside and to continue to buy my overpriced drinks." He laughed as he enjoyed his big thick cigar. He then took a bow and left the Stage and Miss Munro continued performing as thugs and low life's gambled alongside Gotham's Elite. Little did the Penguin know, but two men in this club wanted his hide. One was a Vigilante the other a man which demonstrated great meta power. Both had their own reasons for been here tonight, but with two meta heroines outside, little did the Penguins men know, but all Hell was about to break loose. The Gang wars were getting very bad in Gotham and with the Batman turning his attention to these Meta Human's of Metropolis the mod was using his absence to their advantage. The two men were disguised and blending into the background but soon Cobbelpott would know who they were as well as the two women outside trying to make their way into the lounge.(( Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: NPC, Open The Iceberg Lounge was colder than any establishment would permit for its guests and customers. Everyone who wasn't either a polar bear or penguin was dressed for winter, Hendricks being one of them. He sat at a large table that had been composed of other smaller tables drawn together. On it sat his tumbler of warm vodka and on his knee, a penguinette. The dame was fitted in a skin-tight, black jumpsuit that clenched her breasts so tight they seemed to protrude from her chest like balloons, which wasn't too far from the truth. They were stuffed full of silicon. Blonde, red-head, brunette; if it hadn't been for her brows no one would have known. The suit hid her red locks, her fine-groomed brows being the only hint at her hair color. Her face was masked in dark make-up, colored-contacts, and false eyelashes. The girl was fake and honestly fake women weren't his type, but as a henchman under The Penguin, he had to lower his standards. He was no longer Jason Hendrickson. He was the scumbag, cut-throat known as Mikhail "Misha" Plain or "The Russian" - as cliché as it sounded, but it had become his nickname. Misha sat at the opposite end of the table in a gray-white fur coat with a collar so bushy it hid the sides of his face up to his eyes. Beneath it, he wore a storm-Grey, wool sweater and black, charcoal jeans. Stoic, gray eyes stared across the table at a richly-dressed man who had been one of the Gotham elite visiting The Penguin's club. He hadn't a clue who he was only that his name was Benjamin Buchanan - some wealthy hot-shot CEO of a software company. The poker face Misha was wearing was as cold as his pseudo winter upbringing. If a man had spent as many years as him in the field, then an empty expression came almost naturally. He could tell that it was making the rich man uncomfortable as much as he tried to hide it. He just couldn't stop glancing at his hand. The cards weren't going to change any, but if Misha actually thought about it, what did he have to lose versus that guy? The penguinette smiled. Her painted lips curving as she flirtatiously rested her acrylic, red nails against the bristly jaw of her Russian infatuation." You're making him nervous," she purred. She pressed her nails hard against his face until they left grooves in his skin. Misha snatched her wrist and his steely pools locked onto her green ones. "You want to feel my knife devooshka?" Leaning forward, the penguinette lowered her lashes and cooed sensually, "That's not all I want to feel." The two smirked at each other before they shared a heated kiss. Lips smashed against lips and just by looking at their cheeks, the suit could tell that there was much tongue swallowing going on. Frowning in aggravation, the man spoke on a perturbed, English accent, "Excuse me, but...are we still playing poker?" Misha and the penguinette finished their kiss with an audible, wet smack. They stared tensely into each other's eyes before The Russian set his sights on the suit. Holding out his hand in the CEO's direction, Misha said, "Pasta, Mister Buchanan. I did not realize at I was keep-ping you from fold-ding."" Huh," the Englishman chuckled. He took note of the large, silver signet ring on The Russian's finger. He must have been trying to intimidate him with the gesture for rumor had it that he often left a brand on the faces of those who had pissed him off. Mr. Buchanan was confident that his bodyguards could handle the brute. After this game, he didn't believe his opponent would take defeat so humbly. "If you weren't trying to hide your fear inside that harlot's throat, I may not have seen through you, Gasparino Plain." Misha arched a brow. "Fear?" The Russian raised his brows and blinked as though he were shocked by the accusation. Retracting his hand, he slipped it inside his coat and removed three stacks of dollars. He held them before the penguinette, and she pressed a kiss to the stacks before he tossed them into the pot. "Raise dirty-zousand. Vat do I got to lose Mister Buchanan?" He picked up his tumbler to take a gulp from his vodka. The Englishman frowned momentarily in contemplation as he stared at all the money that was in the pot. It hadn't been much since he was playing with a mere thug, but 110,000 dollars was more money than he felt Penguin scum deserved. So far most, if not all, the goons under The Penguin were halfwits. Their salaries didn't even compare to his own, which was why he suspected that it was so easy for The Russian to give his money away. He was bitten by the gambling bug and this game was probably the highlight of his day. Idiot. Smirking, Mr. Buchanan flipped over his cards, "I shall end this child's game." Ace high-flush, the dealer announced. The crowd about the table booed at the hand. Misha tensed and leaned forward with disbelief etching his brow. The Englishman laughed sinisterly at the look on his competitor's face. His reaction had been priceless. Mr. Buchanan slapped a hand upon the table and rested a hand over his face. He wasn't sure he would be able to stop laughing. Seeing someone lose so pathetically had felt so savory. Wiping tears from his eyes, he spoke on a breathless chuckle, "Oh my, I must thank you for that, Gasparino Plain. Unfortunately, this game wasn't enjoyable for the both of us. What would a thug do with 110,000? I am doing you a favor. I will consider your raise a donation to my firm. It is for the best. Think of all the drugs, vodka, and whores you might have wasted it on?" The Englishman reached for the pot at the center of the table when suddenly a few dollars leapt into the air followed by a wooden thunk! Before his fingers was a four-inch hunting knife lodged into the table. The suit paled as he fearfully retracted his hand." Odnu minute, Mister Buchanan," Misha said with facetious etiquette. His eyes lowered to his hand and slowly, dramatically, he flipped it over. Straight flush, the dealer announced. Gasps exploded from the onlookers before an applause followed. The Russian was smiling, while Mr. Buchanan stared at the straight spades as though they were a figment of his imagination. Misha roared with laughter before he reached out and slapped both hands over the pile of money. He then grinned nice and big at the Englishman as he said, "One-hundred-and-ten-thousand...link of all the drugs, vodka, and whores I can buy. Ha, ha, ha!" With a face hot from anger and poor sportsmanship, Mr. Buchanan quickly removed himself from the table so he didn't feed into his urge to lob the knife into The Russian's face. Still roaring with laughter, The Russian watched the CEO leave butt-hurt and bade in a mocking British accent, "Cheerio!" Hendricks hadn't been expecting any benefits from working for The Penguin. It must have been his lucky day! Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Open(smoke haze of the lounge burned her eyes and left a queer taste in her lungs as she entered. Taking a moment to assimilate the dank smoke filled atmosphere of the lounge. The tall leggy blonde bombshell dressed in black leather with her biker's leather jacket on and fishnet stockings she truly had the appearance of a party girl. Dinah knew she had the looks, a real stunner. She holds her position, so she is noticed with her entrance. Once she indeed has caught the looks of several of the other patrons and staff within the lounge. She begins to make her way to the bar. Her walk more sensual in how she sash shay her hips with provocative roll. Not the usual predator posture of one trained. Her gaze travels over the room. Noting the various other patrons and staff including the Penguin himself. Reaching the bar, she gives her head a small shake and tossing her long blonde hair back. As she leans up onto the bar. She crook a finger and motion for the bartender to come over as she crosses her legs, and pulls them up slightly so she is actually balancing on the bar. She knows with her outfit her heart shape ass is being displayed for the ogling. As the bartender slide over to her. "A white Russian." After ordering, she drops down and spin to lean back on the bar and survey the room again. Her eyes adjusted she sees where a lot of the attention is going on a high stakes card game being played. Through she looks over each of the participants she continues on with her surveillance of the room. Wondering who it would be to first approach her. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: Black Canary There had been quite the pot on the table, and the money had to be organized into sums of 10 grand. The deep pockets of his fur coat were full, and Hendricks more than Misha, wasn’t going to risk the money he had made by participating in the wealthier games. He rose from his seat and with an arm around the penguinette’s waist, he walked with her in the direction of the bar until he saw the young woman that was seated there. The Russian stopped abruptly, and immediately his gray eyes darted to the thugs that had their sights on her. She might have thought they were checking such a fine woman out, but from their expressions, they had been thinking the exact same thing he was: who was she, and what was she doing here? The Penguin’s thugs knew the Iceberg Lounge well. They were expected to know it from every face that was invited to every issue in the maintenance. Immediately, all the henchmen knew she didn’t belong. The penguinette was staring up at The Russian, and she followed his eyes over to the blonde at the bar. Frowning in slight envy, she rested her hand upon his chest and mewed for his attention, “Misha.” The Russian roughly shoved the girl aside and ordered gruffly, “Beat it.” The penguinette gasped as she fell against one of the couches. She snapped her head around in shock to see her Russian love for the night heading over to the blonde. “Asshole!” she hissed. She couldn’t believe how easily he had tossed her aside. A long and sinister smile stretched Misha’s lips as he prowled over to this leather-clad vixen. Already there had been three henchmen headed her way to confront her, but all three had stopped when he glanced in their direction and froze them in their tracks. The thugs lowered their guard once they saw that The Russian was going to handle it and backed off. Misha settled upon the stool right next to Black Canary and called out to the bartender, “You on Misha’s time!” In the middle of mixing a guest’s drink, the bartender immediately stopped and hurriedly approached The Russian, “The usual, Sir?” The Russian simply continued to give the bartender a look that made him feel like the man was going to harm him any second. Without another wasted second, he grabbed the bottle of vodka and a slice of lemon and dumped a shot’s worth into a tumbler before he set it on the counter before the man. “Here you are, Sir.” Without another word said, the bartender strode away to finish serving the other guest. Once he got his tumbler, The Russian faced the canary, his legs spread comfortably wide and his knees almost touching her thigh as she sat facing the lounge. He had an index finger in his drink and was stirring the lemon around in it, to get its acid in. Without shame, he openly checked her out. Gazing at her eyes, lips, hair, breasts, and her long, shapely legs. She could have seen the path his eyes visibly travelled, having rode from her head down to her crotch and legs. His eyes rose back up, and he gazed upon her face as a wolfish grin parted his lips. The Russian seated next to canary smelled of smoke, and it wasn’t the nicotine kind. It might have been a strange cologne that mixed with the alcohol on his breath and the actual cologne he wore of sandalwood and frankincense.“Vat are you doing here Blondin?” The Russian asked curiously. He then tilted his head, his lips puckering into a condescending pout. “Did you not know is was private lounge? My maharishi are wondering how you got in here. Day are not happy, you see. But don’t sorry, I on’t let OEM keel you...” Hendricks was already thinking that the blonde visitor must have been tough to get through security so easily, or perhaps she could have snuck in somehow. They had surveillance all over, so how she was able to mosey into the lounge without detection was beyond him. She must have had business with The Penguin, but she was going through with it the wrong way. The lounge was full of thugs with guns and innocent people; and The Penguin had more than one trick up his sleeve, if ever he so needed to flee the scene. Did this girl really think that she could take on Cobble pot alone? Unfortunately, Hendricks had no way of warning her directly. He had to stay in character a little longer. Pulling the lemon from his drink, Misha brought it to his lips and a bit into it before pulling the fruit from the peel. Tossing the peel aside, he knocked the tumbler back and gulped down the liquor before he breathed a pleasant sigh. The vodka was cold...“You must be cold Blondin,” said Misha. He boldly rested his hand upon her thigh and squeezed it before he offered, “You let Misha warm you up, and no harm will come to you. Link of is as your chance at VIP stators.” Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Misha, Open(of Penguins henchmen, members of his goon squad started towards her. Dinah merely held her casual posture. Seemingly obvious to the trouble coming her way. Out of the corner of her vision. The high stake poker game going on. A minor disturbance, as the tall menacing male stood up. In the process send away a not to happily disgruntle Penguin girl working the club. It seems she has lost her meal ticket for the night in work. As he crossed the room it is evident that she has drawn his attention. He sits down in the bar stool next to her. Clearly a man with some status in the lounge as he takes the bartender off of mixing her drink and getting his first. As he merely stated to the bartender he is on Misha time. So her strong aromatic male is named Misha. He turns on his bar stool to face her, his knees almost touch her. Dinah turns a look towards him. She cannot help but let out a small slip and smirk as his eyes blatantly rove up and down. As he checked her out. He makes a point to reference the thugs of Penguin. Inquiry in why she is here and finally come on with a line she must be cold, and he could warm her up. Dinah licks her lips slowly as if wetting them in preparation." It would not have been a fair fight." She answers first to the reference of the thugs that had been closing in. Of course with the sparkle in her eyes, the not being a fair fight was for the thugs side in they be in over their heads. As she paused for a moment taking in the over all heady smell of the male next to her." Looking for fun or perhaps business. Either way as I see it there really isn't any innocents in here. Yet after hearing his lounge singer, I say Cobble pot is need of a real singer. Through I might just be muscle coming in to extract reparation for Cobble pot boys doing some damage to my boys. So should I submit myself to a pat down search. To make sure I am not carrying any type of weapon on myself." Her voice teasing as she spoke. Yet sultry when she suggested she be pat down. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: Black Canary The Russian’s grin parted as an amused and low chuckle left his throat when she suggested a pat down. His hand that wasn’t occupied on her thigh came around with a lengthy, silver revolver clutched in it. He held the weapon against her chest, the barrel of the revolver snug between her ample swells of flesh and the muzzle of the weapon an inch below her chin.“How a-bout ve see vat Penguin links a-bout you?” Misha asked. “Come it me Blondin, I have shot prettier beeches in ZA pouf.” She may have noticed that no one in the lounge paid the revolver in The Russian’s hand any mind. It was an environment they had grown accustomed to, and she was quite right that there may have been no innocents. The woman was still a mystery. She had refused to state her purpose like any stranger would. If he was in her position, he wouldn’t have said anything either. At this point, he hoped the woman would cooperate. Hendricks did intend to take her to The Penguin curious as to what business she had with him. Currently, he didn’t trust her to go hinting to her his own reasons for being in the villain’s gang. She hadn’t earned his trust yet. If Black Canary cooperated, The Russian would usher her over to The Penguin at gun point. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Misha, Open(hand on her thigh sent shivers through her. Like a thousand needles that has her stomach suddenly in butterflies. How Dinah even kept her cool in the moments she spoke is beyond her. Yet after her provocative dare. She is caught unawares for a brief moment. As Misha's other hand produces a silver gun as she feels the presence of his hand settle between her breasts. It matters not that the barrel of the gun pointed up under her chin by an inch. Her stomach rolls over, a flutter with the butterflies even more. Through not from fear, for he had no plans to kill her. She takes a moment, which gives the effect she is trying to collect herself having suddenly been caught in a fearful situation. Finally, she settles herself down. Giving an ever slight nod of agreement. With it, she begins to slowly rise up out of the bar stool. Causing her to press against his hand with her cleavage. It sends an another wave through her, and at the very moment she felt like a school girl swooning. It doesn't help when she is fully on her feet. Her legs feel like rubber. Closing her eyes for a moment she in the brief moment meditate to get her equilibrium. She then opens them back up." You don't need that. Unless you fear that I best you if I am here to cause trouble." The brief moment to center herself did the trick. As her voice is taunting just as it is intoxicating. She then begins to walk towards the direction he had pointed towards. Inwardly she smiles as she is being taken to Cobble pot. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: Black Canary & The Penguin The canary stood, and he felt her warm tits giving against his knuckles. She faced him even with the revolver hovering beneath her chin, and as she looked him in the eyes and spoke her taunt, the corner of his mouth quirked in a smirk as he countered, “If you link you can best me Blondin, zen ether or not I have gun shouldn’t matter.” The blonde was quite the femme fatale. The most dangerous thing about her was that she knew she was, and she must have been used to having her honey pot dipped into. Even for Hendricks, he found staying in character to be a growing problem. Drawing his hand from her breasts, the slightest quiver of them tumbling back into place made him slightly antsy with arousal. As she stalked toward The Penguin’s private lounge, he swung the cold revolver against her bottom in a light, metallic spank.“Telstra. (Quickly)” The canary was led to a red curtain obscuring the entrance to The Penguin's private lounge where actual penguins waddled about outside of it dressed like waiters. The creatures were The Penguin’s trademark, and ignoring the fact that they were endangered species, Pots saw them as his closest friends and pets. There was a large and dark-skinned bouncer standing outside the drape. He was wearing a white-fur coat and his large arms were crossed before his chest. “Tell Penguin at he has guest vatting to see him,” The Russian ordered. The bouncer scowled suspiciously at the woman before he turned to slide a hand between the drapes and part it wide enough for him to get a message through, “Boss, The Russian caught a lovely fish for you.” Lovely, he; he had no idea. The Penguin walked into his private lounge to find the "Russian" as he was called had indeed brought him a gift. An attractive leather clad young woman that he recognized from seeing some CCTV footage. Another one of those costumed do-gooders. Someone who put a serious sting in his business, but as far as he knew she wasn't one of Batman's ally's, so thank God for small graces." Well well well, what a pretty bird." he blew smoke from his fat cigar into Dinah's face.("So what's a girl like you doing in a club like this?" he asked as he disgustingly served over her." This wouldn't have to do with this little gang skirmish my club is unhappily a part of?" Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Misha, Penguin, Open(in character is extremely hard with having a guy following you that has just made your stomach do loops. Yet Dinah walked as if she owned it. Her pert tight heart shape ass sash shays with each step taken. She even manages to keep herself composed when she feels the hard brunt of the gun swatted against her ass. Reaching the curtain off area that is Cobble pot's personal VIP area. A bodyguard in fur coat blocks the way. Her escort would exchange a few words. The bodyguard slides open the curtain and calls in announcing a visitor. Dinah kept quiet throughout. Which is the wise move as she is allowed in with the Russian. The Penguin would get in her face. His disgusting cigar smoke being blown in her face. She through does not flinch away. Keeping her composure as she measured the man before her. Being a cops' daughter, she had some insights to the criminal element in Gotham. Most of them had some serious hang-ups. The Penguin definitely is one of them. As he lewdly checked her out in blatant display. As he asks her what she is doing in his place." A job from what I have seen you need a singer dear. After all you are Mr Cobble pot and having second rate really isn't your style. But of course that is not the only reason I have come and we both know the other reason." She pauses for a moment to give a look back to Misha. Only brief as she turned her attention back to the Penguin." As you have asked the silly gang skirmish. Something I know you would be above. Despite what the Bat might think this is your city isn't it. You control it, don't you? Unless the skirmish happening is a sign you don't. " She pauses for a moment then continue letting what she had said take effect, and then she would try to hook him with what she said next. "But I can see you have a plan. Cleverly disguised by having your men beat up officers of Gotham. So they can turn themselves in and then give out information on pesky rivals. Of course with the Bat not around, the city will finally see the true hero of Gotham. Unless I am wrong, and that you're not a man of intelligence." (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: Black Canary & The Penguin The bombshell played a smooth game. He could tell by her shapely thighs and build that she was no singer or at least not just a singer. A woman doesn’t come stalking into The Penguin’s club uninvited and undetected and ask to be a song bird. She glanced his way, The Russian was wearing an amused grin as though he were enjoying her sass. She spoke her inquiries, and they were rather cutting even for The Penguin’s reputation. Hendricks was already suspecting the reverse psychology, but she was playing a dangerous game. Cobble pot may resemble the weird school janitor, but he was a killer, and not even he took the man lightly. The shot she was trying to serve was in desperate need of an assist. The Russian looped his arm in front of the canary to have the snout of the revolver back under her chin. His other hand nestled in her golden locks, clenching it in what appeared to be a tight and painful manner, but she would notice that he wasn’t making any real attempt to rip her hair out by the roots. He yanked her head back and stared into her eyes as he spoke to The Penguin, “My Tavares, I am sorry for bringing you is mower beech. Women jeez days...”“You like to sing, Blondin?” he asked her, his lips playing dangerously within inches of her own. “Misha can make you sing real good.” He ran the muzzle of the gun along her bottom lip, tracing it as he smiled sadistically at her. Hendricks was hoping The Penguin would buy into her story, especially now with one of his elite henchmen showing disbelief or possible doubt in The Penguin’s intelligence. He would release her if ordered to. (Penguin listened to the explanation the pretty bird gave for been here in the club. She said she was here to act as a "Singer" that the club needed, then she commented on the latest gang war. Mikhail then threatened the blonde showing he was not one to be trifled with. Russians always one's to mix sex with violence. The pretty bird was arousing, the curves of her body, the way she carried herself. In a way she was very similar to another lemme fatal, the Catwoman of Gotham." The Bat has lot's of ally's, some of them as lovely as you my dear. He has been just waiting for an excuse to throw me back in Arkham. But with my little Lounge doing so well that's been harder for him to achieve. The war is between myself and Black Mask. Have you heard of Black Mask? He is a sadistic son of a bitch and would happily watch this City burn. That's not my intention my lovely, I want to see Gotham prevail. Of course I see a bigger role for myself in Gotham's future, Lord Mayor, perhaps." His eyes gleamed at this thought. "But until then I am very happy with the way things are. And if some nosey cops get caught in the crossfire so be it. No one can prove a thing my dear, no one." He reached up and caressed her face, dragging his *Flipper* hand over it. "Such a pretty bird." His face grew serious. "Sadly I just can't trust you me dear...something...fishy about you..... Mikhail, dispose of this pretty bird!" He indicated the Russian took her outback to get rid of the Pretty Blonde. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge / outback)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Misha, Penguin, Open(head snap back as her hair is grabbed, and she is yanked by the roots to draw her head back. It hurt, but nearly as bad as it should have. It takes a moment for her to figure out that the Russian had not yanked like he was portraying he had yanked it. Having commonsense Dinah played along and wince to the apparent agony she is feeling. Unfortunately her ploy does not take, and the Penguin does no bite. Still she got a good bit of info, the war really was a gang war between Penguin and the Black Mask. This bit of information was quite useful. She also knew that she needed a team more than just her and the hawk girl. To many factors to risk the so-called innocents in the club. She knew they hardly qualified as such. But with just two for the good guys. She was not sure if she contains the situation. Penguin might be a nut job but at the same time he was a rather mad mastermind. Surprisingly the flipper hand does not bother her. The Russian that grips her head and holds it back by her hair, is still having her inwards do cartwheels. The Russian leads her out the back of the club. She would twist and yank from his grasp. It does pull some of her hair which stings as it comes out, leaving strands of her blonde hair in his hand. She whirls at the same time on him. She through spun too quickly and found herself suddenly sprawled against his broad chest. Lifting her gaze she looks up into his eyes with hers." I really hope you're not one of the ones that have attacked and serious injured those Gotham officers of the law." She stretch up as if to kiss him. Then would with a swift move disarm the gun from him as she pushed off with sending the gun clattering to the ally pavement. She would begin backing up rapidly from the Russian." If not, I suggest you find another source of employment Mikhail, and quickly." (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: Black Canary & The Penguin's Bodyguard (NPC)The Penguin hadn’t taken the bait. The man was more clever than he thought. Hendricks didn’t hesitate in following through with his master’s order. He took the blonde beauty out back into a dingy alley that reflected the rest of Gotham. There were rats, trash, and the stars didn’t even seem to shine on this night. It held the smell of urine and rot and would make a good grave for any fool that opted to cross The Penguin. While working undercover, there were many cases where Hendricks had to bag a body in a black trash bag and take it out to the dumpster. The dumpster possibly held five to ten bodies a week that were collected like garbage by the truck and taken to the dump. As soon as they were outside and alone, the canary twisted from his grasp, his hand releasing her a little to spare the rest of her hair that she didn’t seem at all concerned to lose. The Russian peered down at her from eyes as gray as steel. He had watched her clumsily stumble against him and spill across his chest, his hands making no move to steady her. Her sapphires peered up at him, and he stared deeply into her eyes as her plush lips formed words that almost escaped him. I really hope you're not one of the ones that have attacked and serious injured those Gotham officers of the law. Hendricks felt his heart quicken when her lips neared his, and then suddenly the revolver went flying out of his hand. His eyes darted to the gun that went somersaulting to the ground, and then back to the canary who cautiously backed away from him. If not, I suggest you find another source of employment Mikhail, and quickly. The Russian simply grinned at her and was about to speak when the large, bodyguard that had been standing by The Penguin’s private lounge stepped into the alley.“Looks like you’re havin’ a problem,” the bodyguard said with a chuckle. Misha shook his head as his hand went to the inner pocket of his own fur coat to remove the knife that he had retrieved from the card table. “No problem. Ve var having fun. Learn’t ve Blondin? Cmotreeteh, ve will see vat color she bleeds.” The Russian stepped toward Canary but was halted by a large, black hand that settled upon his shoulder and clenched it tight in warning. “Mikhail, you sick fuck. The Penguin didn’t send me out here. I came out here because I wanted to stop you from killin’ her before I have to chance at her.” Misha glanced at the hand on his shoulder and hesitantly returned the knife inside his coat. “You want to get vet, lad nah. I like even day cry.”“I know you do,” the bodyguard said. He removed his big, white fur coat and handed it to The Russian to hold. The large man approached the canary, his hands unfastening his belt ever so confidently. He was so convinced that he could easily wrestle her down and have his dick between her cheeks sooner than she could blink, but Hendricks knew the man was a fool. He wasn’t going to stop the scumbag, however. Furthermore, he hated rapists more than most of Gotham’s usual scum. With a long smile, The Russian watched the canary to see what she would do. The man was indeed larger and probably twice as strong as her, but if the leather-clad vixen was as dangerous as Hendrick’s perceived, then the guy was due for a world of hurt. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge outback)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Misha, bodyguard, Open(seems that the Russian is going to let her go. As she continues to back away. When the large bodyguard of the Penguin comes out. To Dinah's amazement Misha does a complete one eighty. As he suddenly whips out a knife. She rock back on her heels balancing as she stopped her retreat. The Russian begins to take a couple of steps towards her. In the pit of her stomach it rolled with a sour taste rising up in her mouth. To her utter surprise the big bodyguard puts a hand on the Russian to stay him from closing in. It seems the Penguin had not sent him to ensure she is finished off. What is said and happens next. Reveals a more vile sick scenario. As the giant bodyguard steps past Misha. An stalk towards her to carry out his sick desire. Dinah step forward, she uses the man strength and size against him. Letting him reach for her. She would step aside of it and forward. Catching his arm in hers at the elbow. Which she would bend in the direction it wasn't meant to go as she brought her other arm down whacking him in the arm. As she let go of the arm with her other arm. She would catch one of his fingers the pinky and yank it back braking it. Of course, she didn't expect those moves to take the giant down. She expected it to enrage him and thus fight blind because of it. Such is the case as the bodyguard swings wildly trying to smack and take her down. Now she moves in with a series of nerve strikes she has him incapacitated in a matter of moments with a series of strikes. Throughout taking down the big guy, she keeps an eye on Misha. Looking to him, she would call on her communicator to Hawk girl." In the back allay have one of them down." Then after communicating to Hawk girl she turns her attention to Misha." Do you really want to try your knife now? You seriously were out gunned when you had your gun. I suggest you go back into the club and tell Mr Cobble pot that he was given a chance to play nice. I catch any of his people anywhere, and they will be left as this one. All packaged for and ready for transport to jail." She has given him an out to duck back into the club. That is plain for anyone with common sense. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table Tags: Black Canary & The Penguin's Bodyguard (NPC)The Russian merely watched as the canary assessed the bodyguard’s skill, starting with an arm bar and a few submissions that made him wince on the inside. The guy should have figured out at that moment that the vixen was way out of his league but starving to get his sexual fix, he persistently lunged at her until a series of well-placed strikes sent the behemoth to the ground. He regarded the thug until the canary caught his attention. She was speaking into some sort of communicating device. Frowning, Hendricks didn’t want to suspect that she had a whole team of do-gooders at her fingertips. That would have been a problem. Misha leisurely approached the Black Canary and turned toward the bodyguard that was lying unconscious on the ground. He laid the fur coat over him before he straightened and said to her simply, “Why not you tell seem? And Blondin, I am never out gunned.” Hendricks had decided not to reveal to her his true identity. What were the odds of them meeting again after he bagged The Penguin?“You want stop Penguin, go on but... Penguin is mine. Try and take seem from me zen ve are enemies.” The Russian turned from her to walk over and retrieve his fallen revolver. “I don’t want to hurt such beautiful laden, but if you get in my day, I will.” Picking it up, he checked the safety before pocketing it. “NY, Blondin? You want to be friend of Misha? Maybe my devooshka? I tend to have quite explosive personality.” (Name: HawkgirlLocation: Outside the Iceberg Lounge, Gotham Tags: Black Canary, DemolisherSherya listened as Canary dealt with the situation at hand. It turned out the gang-war was between both the Penguin and the Black Mask of Gotham. She would make whoever put Renee in the hospital pay for what they had done. She then heard the penguin order a kill on Canary, not buying her act that she was wanting to act as a singer in the lounge. Hawkgirl moved into action to help her new friend and ally, running across the rooftop her mace ready for action. Sure enough the winged won dress found Black Canary been escorted out by two Burley security guards. She watched as Canary took the first one down with ease, but she hesitated on the second one. Sherya spread her massive wings and flew down to join the buxom blonde beauty." Step away from her!" She said harshly to the Russian man she would soon come to know as Misha." You work for that pig Cobbelpott and as this shall feel the sting of my mace!" All Canaries had to do was give the word. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Back alley and then back inside the lounge Tags: Black Canary, Hawk girl, The Penguin, & NPC Henchmen The Russian frowned when a feisty, winged warriors descended between him and the blonde. His lips drooped, teeth baring in what had once been an arrogant grin. Step away from her! You work for that pig Cobble pot and as this shall feel the sting of my mace! Misha cautiously stepped back toward the door of The Lounge. He spread his arms, presenting his hands and forearms for their close inspection. He wielded no weapon and there was nothing up his sleeves. Red canals began to appear on his skin, manifesting like a disease as they snaked along his arms, face, and the visible curves of his hard chest. His skin then turned pitch-black, his eyes and teeth gleaming like a jack-o-lantern. His voice deepened, resonating on a hollow echo as he sucked his teeth and said simply, “Enemies it is.” He stopped before the door and slapped the palm of his left hand against the brick wall of the club. Instantly, the wall exploded, spewing forth brick, fire, smoke, and glass from the bar that had been on the other side of the wall. The lounge shook as plaster rained from the ceiling and the alcohol caught in the flames of the explosion began to burst like mini Molotov's. Some of the guests, thugs, and employees suffered injury in the detonation. They laid across the floor, tables, and chairs dazed and covered in debris. The Russian had disappeared within the smokescreen, but he didn’t vanish completely for his voice was heard bellowing over the disoriented heads of The Penguin’s crew.“Snaryadee! Were capes in he alley!” Suddenly, emerging from the smoking hole in The Lounge wall were six gun-wielding thugs to give Black Canary and Hawk girl a hard time, and following those six would be six more to keep them occupied. The wealthy grabbed their women and fled with whatever cash they could stuff into their jackets and pockets. Some got into fights with the thugs who had been trying to win the pot, a brawl of greed ensuing in the middle of the chaos. The Penguin’s club was tumbling into discord. The Russian tossed back the red drape of The Penguin’s private quarters and greeted the villain with a smile. Pots was in for a sight, seeing his elite henchman standing before him with smoke rising from his singed fur coat and hair.’Ve must go Tavares,” Misha warned. Little did The Penguin know that The Russian had planned to escort him to a getaway car that would be delivered to his employer. Hendricks was feeling a little over-confident that the henchmen would be more than enough for the two heroes to handle, and that his escape with his bounty was full-proof. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge outback)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Misha, bodyguard, Hawk girl and other henchman of Penguin Open(occurs next with the Russian gripping the doorway frame of the back door of the club. Happens with a bang quite literally. However, for Dinah seeing the sudden shift in coloration. The tendrils of red snaking up and over the man's forearms. She is able to act. Just as the Russian slaps the wall. She would let out a Canary cry. Through on a decimal level that normal human hearing could hear. For as the shower of brick debris flies out at her and Hawk girl. In a cloud of haze and smoke. Her cry would pulverize the bigger chunks. To such a degree both are merely dusted in a fine coat of mortar. If anyone knew the Black Canary. They know she rarely uses or relies upon her meta talents. So as the first six set of Penguin thugs come charging out in response to Misha alarm. She whirls into action. Attacking before any of them or the next six that follow can use their guns. As she moves into the group with artful precision. A top-rated fighter giving lessons to those aspiring. For through harden tough guys, basic thugs. Her skill level is such, she is a dervish in dealing body blows and head kicks with uncanny accuracy. She not says anything, like attack. It had been pretty obvious and the wing girl known as Hawk girl seem the season fighter and should wade into the fight with a zeal. What remains is would the two heroines wade through the dozen or so thugs in time to see the Russian trying to whisk away with the Penguin in his clutches. Would they be able to stop such.(Stay tune to find out :)) (Name: HawkgirlLocation: Outside the Iceberg Lounge, Gotham Tags: Black Canary, DemolisherHawkgirl watched in total awe as the Black Canary unleashed her power on the six gunmen?Canary's sonic scream was enough to blow them clean on their backsides. The big Russian had vanished in the smokescreen, but he was no doubt going after his boss the penguin. "Canary! You track down the Russian! I will deal with these pigs here!" Hawk girl ordered as she charged up her mace and lunged at the biggest of the 6 gunmen, her weapon collided with the men face knocking his teeth clean out. She then pinned another to the floor with her boot on his neck and making sure he couldn't reach his gun. By spreading her large white Hungarian wings to knock two other gunmen down. The width of them was rather impressive. Her eyes went back to her blonde partner to assure her that she had this. The Russian was indeed dangerous, clearly the Penguins current right-hand man, he was the one they were afterHawkgirl knew if she could cause enough damage within the club while Canary pursued the Russian the police would be forced to come. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Outside The Iceberg Lounge in a Mercedes Benz Music: Libido Ne' Laity Calico (The Penguin“I don't understand Tavares. Why Americans keel joys? We have party, and zen boom. Chaos,” The Russian wondered aloud as he and The Penguin slid into the velvet seats of a black Mercedes-Benz – only the best for the Lord of the Gotham Zoo, he. While humming a pleasant tune, Misha fastened his seatbelt and reached over to the radio to cut on some pleasant music.“Mm, raveetsya,” The Russian said with a pleased smile. As he was sliding the keys into the ignition, The Penguin, clutching his umbrella apprehensively glanced about at the vehicle’s interior, realizing that this hadn’t been the car he arrived in. It was different. Grinding his teeth, he grinned as he stared at the back of The Russian’s head. One hand released his umbrella to dig into his coat and remove a black pistol that he tried to silently cock. He carefully pulled back on the slide and said, “Yes, Misha, it is quite unfortunate that some of us don’t know how to have a little fun around here. Unfortunately...” He aimed the pistol at the back of the headrest. “I no longer have any use of your services.” Releasing the steering wheel, The Russian pulled up the seat lever and leaned back so abruptly that the pistol was knocked downwards as The Penguin fired a round off through the vehicle’s floor. Jumping in startle and spreading his feet on a short delay, Pots had feared for a second that he near shot a hole through his foot. His eyes then darted to the face that was grinning at him upside down. The Russian’s face appeared to be on fire. His skin was as black as coal and his eyes and teeth burned like a furnace. The Penguin gasped in fright and sat back as far as he could in his seat.“Is at so Tavares? Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the music zen? You shoot me, and is car will explode and only one of us will leave. Me, kahnyeshna. But by all means, shoot. Makes my job easier.” Righting in his chair, The Penguin turned to the door, his flipper reaching for the door handle until the door sounded with an automatic lock. Hissing, The Penguin glanced at the burning eyes in the rearview mirror and demanded on a trembling and panicky breath, “Who are you? Where are you taking me? You work for Black Mask, don’t you?” He had wasted enough time. Starting up the car, Misha replied impishly, desiring only to make The Penguin’s blood run cold, “Ma~be.” The Mercedes pulled away from the curb. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Iceberg lounge outback to around front)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- henchman of Penguin, Hawk girl, Misha and Penguin(gives her compatriot a nod, a quick look at the remaining thugs. She whirls and begin to race around to the front of the building from the back of the ally behind the lounge. Making it around the corner just in time to see the black Mercedes pulling away. Two things Dinah notices is the Russian is still got the black skin that he had exhibited when the wall had blown out. She had not caught it had turned back then back again. So she is under the assumption his skin has remained black with the red eyes. This firmly marked him as a meta. Second she sees the Penguin as expected in the back seat. Through she could swear instead of seeing a smug look on Cobble pot. It is a look of terror that is upon the crime lord's face. Black Canary races to her bike and hops on. She roars the bike to life and burns rubber as she hits the throttle as she zooms off in pursuit of the Mercedes. As she does this she go over the communicator to Hawk girl." I am in pursuit of Misha and Penguin. Black Mercedes, will keep you abreast of pursuit." (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Outside The Iceberg Lounge in a Mercedes Benz Music: Figaro's Aria - The Barber of Seville (The Penguin & Black Canary“You double-crossing rat! You won’t be rid of me. You can’t be rid of The Penguin! I will fill your sorry sack of Russian flesh full of lead!” The Penguin screamed in his fear. He was so terrified. Never had he been taken hostage. He took people hostage, it wasn’t the other way around.“You are free to do at now Tavares if you van tan explosive ending,” The Russian offered. “Yet? Zen sit back an enjoy ZA ride.” His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror to see roaring behind him on a steel horse, the bloody from before. Arching a brow, The Russian grinned. “She loves me.” He applied pressure on the brake and Black Canary would notice how quickly she was catching up to the vehicle. Misha slowed the Mercedes until he was cruising right beside her and rolled down the window of the vehicle. He looped an arm over the side as he near hung out the window. “Blondin, you miss Misha?” he shouted over the whipping winds. Behind him The Penguin never thought he would stoop so low, but he had rather gone to Arkham than be delivered to the Black Mask. Desperately, he screamed, “Help me! He works for Black Mask!” Misha narrowed his eyes. “Tee ha! I am trying to have conversation it pretty ledge.” Setting his eyes back on Black Canary, he smirked. “How's’ bouts you give Misha kiss?” He then puckered up, the car dangerously sliding over with every intention to run her into the parallel-parked cars that lined the street. If she was caught between one of those vehicles and the Mercedes, then she was done for. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Pursuit of Misha and Penguin)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Hawk girl, Misha and Penguin(black Mercedes slows, allowing Dinah to pull alongside the drive side. Misha has the window roll down, and he banters some words at her. She also notices the Penguin distress and his cry that Misha works for the Black Mask. Misha even puckers up as he starts to drift the car towards her, as he feigns wanting a kiss from her. Dinah smirks and responds. "Oh sweetie your in my city, and out of your league. You can't handle this on your best day." The maneuver being pulled by the Russian is obvious and left a wide berth before he even comes close to pressing her. Especially since she is in the middle of the road on his driver side. He couldn't lean out to give a kiss or gist for one. Then her bike had more get up a go off the start. As she revs it after her response. Doing a partial wheelie from opening the throttle. She whips out in front of the black Mercedes. Dinah is not done there she would use a passing oncoming vehicle to slide in front of it in a daredevil move. Then she slow and use it as a shield to fall back in place behind the black Mercedes. Knowing that the Russian Misha no doubts looks in his rearview mirror back at her. She would pucker her lips and blow him a kiss. That is laced with her a subtle high pitch unheard by human hearing Canary cry. As she shatters the back window of the black Mercedes. Giving an avenue of escape for the Penguin. (Name: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher Pseudonym: Mikhail "Misha" Plain / The Russian Location: Outside The Iceberg Lounge in a Mercedes Benz Music: Figaro's Aria - The Barber of Seville (The Penguin & Black Canary The Russian retracted his lips, when the beauty roared ahead of him. The way she popped a wheelie on that motorcycle he had to admit that her bike skills were impressive. She had managed to maneuver around back behind him, and he scowled at her through the rearview mirror as she blew him a kiss. She thought she was so cute. SMASH! Misha jumped, his shoulders shrugging as glass shot past his head. What the hell was that? The Penguin had clutched his top hat, hunching in his seat as glass tumbled over the cushions. Without wasting another second, he whirled and began his desperate crawl for the back window. The Russian sat up in his seat and frowned at the scene that he was seeing in the rearview mirror. He was watching a fat Penguin trying to squeeze out his back window. The good life must have had him put on a little too much blubber.“Get your fat AZZ back here!” Misha growled. He reached a hand back to grasp the back of The Penguin’s trousers, which to his horror, yanked down his suspenders to the point where he was gazing at some rubber ducky briefs hugging ass bigger than that of the bitches he’s tapped. The Russian’s lips stretched in disgust at the sight. A simple villain kidnapping was turning into a joke real quick. The Penguin continued to squirm and kick, trying to squeeze his globular girth through. “Drat!” Scowling, Pots’s flipper went for the pistol in his coat pocket. He grasped it and removed it, to point the barrel at the Russian. Having been trying to multitask watching the road and yanking his hostage back into the car, Misha glanced back at The Penguin only to get shot between the eyes. His headshot backwards as a thin stream of fire shot from the hole in his forehead. Straightening, Misha blinked in surprise. The fool had actually done it.“You have gone and done it now,” Hendricks said, dropping his false accent for the first time. The Demolisher’s black flesh cracked, and then suddenly...KABOOM! The blast from the exploding Mercedes sent The Penguin flying out the back window and heading straight for Black Canary like a screaming, human cannonball. Cars swerved and crashed into a pile up that was growing worse as unsuspecting drivers continued the domino effect. The Mercedes was nothing but a burning husk of what had once been a beautiful car, and the driver that had been behind its wheel was nowhere to be found. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Pursuit of Misha and Penguin)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Hawk girl, Misha and Penguin(the back window blew out. The scene in front of her turns comical. She can see the Penguin trying to escape out the back blown out window of the Mercedes. However, his girth is keeping him from doing such. While all around her a chain reaction has begun with the other vehicles on the road. Collateral damage is suddenly piling up. Black Canary had this quick. Less in the collateral damage an innocent got serious hurt or even lost his life. She however, could not see the Russian turning black again. The wide girth of the Penguin blocked her view. So as she pondered what she could do to successively bring this to a conclusion and get the penguin. She is caught off guard. As the Mercedes suddenly blew up with a loud boom. That of course is the least of her worries. The burning Mercedes with a driver missing. For she suddenly quite occupied. As the fat ass Penguin is hurtling at her like a human cannonball. With barely enough time she once again goes to her cry. Modulating it in effect when she climbs as if she were air walking. This through is only enough for one burst. It doesn't stop the Penguin, but it does cushion the blow as he slams into her. She grab a hold of flipper boy using his momentum she twists and bring him around one eighty. As the two of them went smashing onto the hood and windshield of the car behind her. The Penguin would take the brunt. As the car came to a skidding halt as the driver slammed on his brake. The force throw the heroine and villain off the hood. With an expelling of air from both of them. Dinah just lashed out with a surgical pressure point punch to the head and knocked out the Penguin. While she quips to the unconscious Penguin." My city fat so, Arkham Asylum for you. Sitting up, looking towards the burning husk of the Mercedes. Misha is no wear to be found. Dinah would call on her communicator Hawk girl. Giving her directions to get to her and that she had the Penguin. A quick look and she sees her bike definitely need some loving care. She smack the unconscious Penguin on the shoulder."You're getting the repair bill flipper boy." She comments as she awaits her cohort. While she also then called Gotham police to turn over the Penguin. (Name: HawkgirlLocation: Outside the Iceberg Lounge, Gotham Tags: Black Canary, Hawk girl went after the gunmen inside the Iceberg lounge as Canary pursued the Penguin and the handsome Russian. It took the Hungarian awhile to tear through the gunmen without getting shot. Her mace doing some real serious damage. Once the Police finally showed up, Sheryl flew up into the air and started tracking her companions signal. Sure enough the winged wonder found the Blonde beauty standing over the unconscious Penguin. She flew down towards Canary, relieved to see she was alright. The Russian was nowhere to be seen. But Hawk girl had a feeling in her gut their paths would cross once again. "You know he will find a way to get himself out of this. We need definitive proof this pig was one side of this gang war. Perhaps if we obtain the Black Mask we can do such a thing?" The winged won dress wondered who could help them take on the more violent Black Mask." You are a Gotham based hero, I was wondering if you have any connection to the Batman? Ore one of his partners perhaps? Such as Robin ore Night wing? I recently fought alongside Robin when taking down Victor Freeze, he was very skilled for one so young."Of course the other option was getting onto of the Police Department and using that Bat Signal to gain his attention. Location:Lower east end Gotham USA (Pursuit of Misha and Penguin)Heroine:Black Canary TAG:- Hawk girl, Misha and Penguin(Canary pulls out handcuffs and pulls the Penguin flipper hands behind his back. She slap on the cuffs around his wrists. Just as she finishes doing this, Hawk girl arrives. The sires of Gotham police wagon is alerting her also that they be there soon. She looks to the Penguin as she listens to the question and suggestion of the winged warrior woman." He got a way, through not sure how or were to because of the explosion. Your right about the Penguin. We should move on the Black Mask. Batman would be the one. I am not sure if he is in the city. He has kept a low profile. But on the rooftop of the central main police station. Is the bat signal. Go light it and cast the bat symbol in the sky. Let's see if he shows is he is in the city. If not him then Robin perhaps he worked with him." About this time the police wagon comes into the view down the streets with sires going and another squad car responding. (Name: HawkgirlLocation: Outside the Iceberg Lounge, Gotham Tags: Black Canary, Hawk-Girl was pleased to see that Canary was unhurt, that Russian was very powerful. The Penguin was down, and the heroines waited for the Police to join them. The Police Detail was lead by commissioner James Gordon himself. Sheryl smiled at the police commissioner who was rather startled to see a young woman sporting two huge wings." We are servants of Justice." Hawk-girl said proudly her chest puffed out and hands on her hips. "The Penguin and his men have been apprehended as you can see, but one alluded us, and we are well aware any charges you may have on this pig won't stand up in human court." She started pacing up and down with a concerned look hidden under her hawk mask." Officer Renee, how is she?" Sheryl asked, looking out for her close friend in the police department." She is doing much better." James Gordon assured her with a kind smile. He then looked over at Black Canary wondering where he had seen this beauty before, something about her was familiar. Hawk-Girl then stepped closer. "Officers, we know Black Mask is the other gang leader in these recent turf wars. He is far more ruthless than the Penguin, and we believe was responsible for the officers shootings. We want to take him down, bring him in too, perhaps then the evidence will mount to put both goons behind bars. However, neither of us have faced him and I fear...we may need to ask for help....from the Batman...ore at least on of his allay's like Robin who is more familiar with Black Mask." She paused before looking over at Dinah and then adding. "May we use the Bat-Signal on top of the police station to contact him?" Gordon thought about this for a while and eventually nodded, deciding that these two women were strong enough to fight alongside the Batman and take on Black Mask. ((Move to Gotham police department)

Justice League (Reboot) IceBerg lounge Gotham_|rating:4.0

Deep Undercover (AngelsSonata and EmmyPlays)

(Olsen stared in the mirror, not recognizing the face looking back. Though that was the point as he put the finish touches on his makeup. That was still strange, going on his third day on his undercover assignment as Bree Daniels. He’d had to undergo intense training, though not the typical training for a new FBI agent. No, he had to learn about makeup, hairstyling, fashion, female mannerisms and how to walk in heels. The agency had been trying to get an agent inside the Mazzini family for going on two years. No one had lasted more than a few days, and some never made it back home while others had to go into witness protection for their own safety. So the agency spent a boatload of money on research to find an odd potential in. Apparently there was a little known compound frequented by the higher ups in the family, even the boss himself. In that compound, there was a collection of fem boys that we’re responsible for entertaining the men during some fairly wild parties. That’s where Brian came in. He’d never had the typical alpha male build, always being the slender type and on the shorter side. The agency decided he’d be perfect for their latest attempt. They sold him on it, telling him of the lives he could save by bringing down the family involved in drug running, weapon sales, human trafficking and murder for hire. It was hard to say no. He’d had his doubts, even as he went through the process. Shaving his entire body, getting fitted for an entire wardrobe, including heels and lingerie. Trying on a variety of wigs before they decided a brownish auburn would gain the most attention. By the time he showed up at the compound, he was Bree. And he was accepted in with little resistance. Shown to a room and shown the duties he’d be responsible for, which he got ready to start, smoothing out his hot pink dress and adjusting the lacy tops of his stockings before walking to the bedroom door. He needed to get vacuuming the main rooms and then help with laundry before starting to set up for the first party to be held that evening. That was his first real chance at getting some viable intel on the family as the big players would be arriving through the day. His black stiletto heels clicked along the floor as he took a deep breath, adjusted the fake breast forms under his bra, and walked out to start his day. In all his years as an agent for the FBI, this was probably the worse assignment that Marcus had been a part of. He was an inside man, a mole, for the FBI and was linked to the Mazzini family. He was their intelligence, their eyes and ears into the world of the Mazzini family, and yet he was nowhere near the main compound. Furthermore, he was in the little hideaway that they had of the family liked to use for his personal parties that were held at least once every two weeks. More frequent if the mood was right. He sighed before walking on through the hallways. They had such an event on that night, and that was going to be a messy affair. Especially as they had another agent within the compound itself. Word had come to him that they had another agent. And another fem boy had started within the compound. Didn't take much to put two and two together. "Come on, keep working. If Mr. Mazzini finds anything out of place, you're all done for!" He shouted at the top of his voice, trying to get the girly boys to work harder. "He'll be here shortly to do his inspections." Brian had been told by his agency handler that there was, in fact, another agent at the compound. For security reasons they refused to tell him who, only that this other agent could help get Brian in the right place to gain valuable intel. He’d been promised he would be safe, that the worst thing he could be exposed to was maybe a little uninvited groping at one of the parties. He could endure that if it meant saving the lives of others and, selfishly, landing himself a promised promotion once they brought the Mazzini family down. Besides, they said if he didn’t have any actionable intel in a week, they would just pull him out. He just had four more days to either get information or get out. As Marcus shouted for everything to be perfect, Brian was making his way to the living room. It was a large, open space with plush couches. The dining room was off to the side and the kitchen besides that, where other girls - genuine and not - worked on cooking up food for the party. Brian began vacuuming, hips swaying as he moved about, his ass propped up in the heels. There were other rooms towards the back that were usually kept locked, as well as a larger door that he was told led down to the basement. Rumors swirled about what was down there. Some said they interrogated people down there. Some said it was some kind of kinky dungeon play place. He didn’t know what to believe as he went about his chores. He flashed a smile at Marcus as he moved past. “Morning Sir” he said in his softest possible voice. “Anything else you need before the party tonight? I want to make sure it’s fun!” How could people be so peppy in the morning? Marcus thought the words as he saw the new boy come out and Marcus stopped himself from rolling his eyes. It was amazing that this guy was the new mole within the compound. Admittedly he looked the part. Lithe, great body, feminine looks and if Marcus swung that way, a very cute manner. However, as long as they kept sending in agents, then it kept Marcus on the down low, and he could avoid the worst of what the Mazzini family could do." Just keep everything clean... Bree was it?" Marcus asked, looking the feminine boy up and down. He wondered what Mazzini would think when they clapped eyes on one another. Would it be a simple brush-off, or would Mazzini want more? "It's going to be a rush, but if anything is found out of place then there's a chance that whoever was tasked with organizing that particular area then it spells trouble." Was all Marcus said about the matter. Why he was helping, Marcus didn't know. What happened to the moles was beyond his concern. In fact, he was paid by Alexander Mazzini to keep him aware of FBI activity, so if Bree was found out, then it didn't really bother Marcus. Maybe he was just being a nice guy for the moment. Brian hated everything about this assignment, and he made that clear in meetings... but ultimately, he was either to buy into the assignment or find a new career - with a huge red mark in his file. So, while he hated the feeling of the panties, skirt and the like, he was trying to see the big picture. In his head, this party was his ticket. Lift someone’s phone, listen in on a meeting of the higher ups, find something that would be actionable and get him the hell out of there. As Marcus just simply said everything needed to be in order, he nodded. Marcus wasn’t the type that seemed deep into the inner workings of the family, so he wasn’t that worth Brian getting in good with. About all it seemed Marcus could do for him was introduced him to the right people at the party, so Brian smiled and gave a wave, his pink painted nails flashing before he walked off to finish his chores. As the party neared, Brian went back to his room to freshen his makeup. He checked his phone - not his usual phone but one with a pink, glittery case. There were only a few contacts, all FBI masked numbers he could text if he was in a bind. He was assured the agency would come running to get him if he did. He could also receive a text if his cover was indicated to be blown, which would give him precious few moments to get off the compound. He could hear a commotion building in the main room, obviously everyone gathering to greet the leaders as they arrived. Brian took a deep breath, stuffing his phone in a small clutch before walking back out to start the night - hopefully his last in a skirt and heels. There were a number of guests arriving that evening, and many of them were well known to the FBI. Persons of interest, some with rap sheets miles long and others who were considered to be connected with known crime families not just in America, but across the world. Drug cartels from Mexico, Mafia families from Italy, Yakuza from Japan, Triads from China. Gangs and criminal enterprises in London. It was a veritable who's who of crime syndicates. And they were all there to see one person and one person alone:Alexander Mazzini. He was tall at six foot, tanned skin from a life of sunbathing and luxury holidays. He was a man who looked after himself with a toned physique and what appeared to be an immaculate grooming regime with his well-kept hair and not even signs of a five o clock shadow. Dressed in an Armani three-piece suit without a tie and with a beautiful young lady at his arm, he was the playboy bachelor that those not in the current circle believed him to be. He dismissed the arm candy, the short girl in the hot pink dress tottered away in stiletto heels and Alexander smiled at the sight. He greeted guests, exchanged pleasantries and rubbed shoulders with both the criminal elite, and even a few politicians. Of course, a budding young lady in a pink top. She had to be new, which meant she had to be a he. Calling over Marcus, he asked the question. "New boy?" Marcus nodded, looking at Bree before explaining. "He goes by Bree. Started a few days ago and is... well a person of interest." Marcus stated, using a specific phrase to detail potential moles. Marcus hadn't worked out whether Bree was or was not an FBI informant, but was fairly certain. Alexander said nothing, and made his way towards Bree." I was told that you had recently started here." Alexander brought on the charm, and gave Bree what many women (both genetically real and otherwise) would call a winning smile. Brian mixed through the party as it began to ramp up. He was making mental notes of those he saw and recognized, trying to keep it all together. His nerves, as well, considering he was now in a room with many convicted felons, and even more that were worse but just had never been caught. But they didn’t seem to suspect a thing, just viewing him exactly as the agency had suspected they would - a hot piece of ass in a skirt. He felt eyes on him constantly, some of the men freely groping his ass. Nothing too egregious, at least if someone were used to that kind of treatment. Brian couldn’t help but jump and twist slightly away each time though. He was having a quiet moment, wondering if he could get a text out to his handler of the large group and who he’d seen. He’d already learned a few small details of drug deals going on and perhaps a potential target in a politician. Furthermore, he wanted to head back to his room, but suddenly felt a presence behind him. Furthermore, he spun just in time to hear the voice that sent a chill through him. The suit, the smile, the way he carried himself. It was Alexander Mazzini himself. Brian did his best not to react, but his eyes obviously widened in recognition. After that awkward moment, he flashed a smile with those pink painted lips. “Yes, just been here a few days. I’m Three” he stammered out. He could feel people watching them, mostly because people always watched the boss, but Brian felt like he was being singled out. “It’s a great party. Is there anything I can get for you, um... I’m sorry, what was your name?” He didn’t want to let on that he knew exactly who he was talking to. New indeed, though Alexander couldn't help but wonder if the boy's lack of knowledge to who Alexander was might have been forced. It didn't matter though. Maybe it was just a case of good manners, courtesy towards who Alexander was and a deference towards standing. Perhaps it was just an act, or it might have been genuine, Alexander didn't really care. He looked at Bree, smiling before nodding his head and looking around. "Alexander Mazzini my dear. And Bree, was it?" He asked him with a smile. In the past, many young FBI moles had been dealt with in various ways. Either shipped off to some god awful country to be used and abused as a whore, some were given to his clients and fellow crime bosses as gifts to stave off any potential issues that might arise between groups. Others had simply been killed and dumped in a ditch as a message to the FBI. If Marcus was right and Bree was a person of interest, well Alexander would keep the young fem boy around. He looked too good to be given to someone else. Bree would be kept within the compound, well actually he'd be travelling with Alexander should things go soothingly." I find myself in need of a companion." Alexander stated. He didn't know where Cindy wandered off to. Nor did Alexander care. "I'd like you to join me." He added before offering Bree his hand. Brian couldn’t believe he was actually talking to the head boss. It wasn’t supposed to go like this - he had planned to just find some middling leader who drank too much, siphon some information and lift his phone. Disappear by morning. But he could feel Alexander’s eyes wandering down Brian’s slender body, the skirt and top wrapped tightly to show off subtle feminine curves. He listened as Alexander continued to surprise him, saying that the boss was in need of a companion. Just like Brian couldn’t say no to his bosses at the agency, he couldn’t realistically say no to the most important man at the compound. How would he reason that and not totally blow his cover? He found himself blushing as Alexander offered his hand, Brian’s smaller hand reaching over to wrap around the strong forearm. “Of course... I’d love to keep you company.” His heels clicked along as they walked, feeling more and more people watching them. As they walked along, Brian wasn’t sure where or how to even talk to the man. He just kept thinking of all the agents before him who never came back. The rumors were hard to believe, but they were enough evidence to prove that very bad things could happen to a captured agent. Brian trying to keep his mind free of those thoughts. Just get one piece of info, get out.“So, what did you have planned for the evening?” he asked, wondering if this meant he’d get to head to any meetings Alexander might be involved in. Such a delicate beauty. Alexander found he couldn't take his eyes off the young man, and for a moment he actually found his thoughts drifting to more carnal pleasures. This was a party for those with specific tastes in companion after all. While there were a few genuine women in the building, most of the women were indeed the same as Bree. Pretty males who looked too good to be allowed to walk around in trousers and t-shirts. As long as Bree was under Alexander's roof, it would be skirts and dresses." I'll be liaising with some guests, and have a few meetings planned. You'll stand with me, and during the meetings I'll have you serve drinks." It would be a risk to put Bree, a suspected FBI informant within the same room where the meetings were taking place, but it actually helped. If the FBI were leaked any information then it would prove Bree was a Mole, and it would allow him to deal with such a matter. It was also a risk as the meetings set up during the evening were indeed to put a few guests out of business. It would kill two birds with one stone. For the moment though, Alexander wanted to be with his new companion. He placed his arm around Bree, pulling the boy closer towards him, all the while his hand reached down and pressed against Bree's butt cheek." My first meeting is another hour. In the meantime, tell me about yourself. Are you enjoying it here?" Meetings... this was perfect! Brian did his best to stay calm as Alexander so openly said Brian would get to be in the meetings. Even if he was serving drinks or sitting on the man’s lap like a piece of arm candy, Brian would get to listen in on everything. This was his ticket - one night of being treated like a girl and his career would be made. He just had to get through-That’s when his thoughts were interrupted. The strong hand sliding down his back, he knew where it would land. He did his best not to flinch or twist away as the hand rested on his ass, cupping one of her firm ass cheeks over the skirt. Then told the first meeting wasn’t for an hour. That felt like an eternity. He forced out a smile, resisting the urge to push the hand away and squirm free of his ass being squeezed. Instead, allowing the hand to remain as they moved to a more secluded area. Rooms were down the hallway and there was the door that led to the basement. When it would open he could hear all sorts of noises - what sounded like spankings, moans and screams before the heavy door would close. It sent a chill down his spine.“Well, I’m Bree. I’ve only been here a few days, but everyone has been really nice to me. I worked at the coffee shop on the circle downtown before coming here.” It was a small but usually busy shop, he figured his lie would work. “I love my room here, just sort of living out of a suitcase I guess though since I never really stay in one place too long.” Laying the groundwork for just up and leaving in the morning, he figured. “Liking what you see? Or feel?” he asked as the hand remained on his ass cheek. Maybe pointing it out would get Alexander to stop? Alexander listened, or at least he listened to those important parts. Having worked towards a fortune in dealing with people, it had become second nature to determine what was true and what wasn't. So far Bree was certainly ticking the boxes that marked a story, but maybe he was just nervous, Alexander thought. After all, it could be quite unnerving to be groped in such a manner. Not that Bree could do anything. If he wanted this job then he would have to do what Alexander said. He was a king in the criminal underworld, and Bree was a mere subject."Oh, I'm liking both. It's rare to meet such a beautiful young person such as yourself. And a beautiful person who takes care of their body." Alexander responded, suppressing a grin. If Bree didn't like this, then he'd definitely not like some of the things that Alexander really wanted to do. The basement held a lot of toys after all. He decided to focus on the comment about staying in one place. Alexander could respect that, but was going to have to change Bree's mind." It is quite understandable to not want to be tied down to a single place at any given time. In my younger years, especially during college and university I moved around a lot, explored the world, it helped shape me into the man I am today. But sooner or later, settling down should certainly be considered. After all, home is where the heart is." Alexander added with a small grin. "Would you like a drink?" Brian was obviously struggling to get comfortable with how freely Alexander was with touching Brian’s body, especially as he commented on how Brian took care of it. Brian had often tried to build up muscle mass, gain some weight and get bigger. But it just wasn’t in his genetics. His metabolism always seemed to speed up and, if anything, the added weight would often go to the ass that Alexander’s hand wouldn’t leave. As Alexander talked about his past, it was nothing Brian didn’t already know. Sure, Alexander had traveled the world, but Brian knew it wasn’t just for sightseeing. He tried not to let on about as much. “I’d love to travel sometime. It’s just so expensive. Hard to do on a barista’s pay” he said with a shy shrug while Alexander talked about settling down. The offer for a drink was welcomed - he felt like maybe he’d need some liquid courage to get through this night after all. While he would have loved something strong like a whiskey, he figured that wouldn’t fit with the image. He was supposed to be playing up a girly side. “I’d love a daiquiri, if it isn’t too much trouble.” He wanted just a moment of alone time, perhaps that would give him the chance to send off a text. The party was getting louder, people coming to and from the basement along with the private rooms down the hall. “Is there somewhere quieter I could drink it?” Ah, the comment of pay. Of course, it wasn't much, but if Bree played his cards right then there might be more that could be done for the beautiful young man that Alexander continued to grope. "Well I can appreciate that. Just keep working, something will come up." Alexander responded before he removed his hand from the young man's backside. He looked towards Bree at his request before smiling and nodding his head. It was the least he could do for the young man." There's a small amount of people out on the balcony. If you wait for me out there, I shall bring your drink to you." Alexander commented before giving Bree a pat on the shoulder. While he went to the balcony, Alexander went to fetch the drinks. Marcus was waiting for him there." Your thoughts on Bree?" he asked Alexander." Whether he's an informant or not doesn't matter. I'm keeping him around. I think he's going to leave so it will be up to you to ensure he stays. If Bree should leave the premises without my permission, you'll find yourself in the basement serving the guests need." He threatened Marcus with the one thing that the man hated the most. When Marcus had been found out, the man had begged and pleaded with Alexander to avoid being completely feminized and transformed into a toy for the guests pleasure. The deal was that if Marcus served Alexander, then he'd be spared the worst of the transformations. As it was, Marcus had only a few cosmetic changes across his body. "Oh, and come and see me tonight." He added, and it was not a request. With drinks in hand, he turned and went towards the balcony with a whiskey in one hand, and a daiquiri for Bree. Brian was glad to be heading to the balcony, walking with his clutch in his hands as he made his way out. It was a beautiful balcony overlooking the vast, perfectly manicured grounds the compound sat on. Of course, in the darkness one couldn’t see the various armed security roaming around inside the high gates. He’d been told he could come and go as he pleased though, which he’d surely put to the test if he got any information that would relieve him of this assignment - one he wanted to quickly move on from. He moved to a corner of the balcony where no other were, a secluded spot where he assumed they could perhaps chat, though still populated enough he figured he would be safe from anything beyond just the groping hands of Alexander. Furthermore, he could deal with that, as long as he kept his sights on the ultimate goal. He turned to see Alexander talking with Marcus, figuring it was enough time to get his phone out for a quick, coded text. Furthermore, he opened a message with his handler and sent it away.“Having a great time. Meeting lots of new people, can’t wait to catch up!” He was stuffing his phone back into the small purse when Alexander arrived with the drinks, smiling as he took the daiquiri. “Thanks, this is perfect” he said as he took the glass and sipped on it, a pink ring of his lipstick left behind. The alcohol was potent, surely made strong and nothing like the weak stuff at most bars. Brian wasn’t much of a drinker anyhow - he’d have to watch how much he drank, but he definitely wanted at least a buzz as he took another small sip. “So how often do you make it to the compound for a... companion?” he asked, smirking as he said the final word as it was no secret the companions here were mostly like him. Had anyone seen the exchange between Alexander and Marcus, they would have seen the latter of the two pale with knowledge of what was going to happen, as well as the threat of what would happen should Bree escape the compound. He'd have to keep an eye on the feminine boy while Alexander wasn't around. Out on the balcony, Alexander smiled and looked to his new companion before nodding. He was glad that the drink was to Bree's satisfaction. It was a fairly strong drink after all. Hearing the question, Alexander chuckled before giving a shrug of his shoulders. "Not as often as some people like to think. Candy, who came with me this evening wanted to see friends, so I let her, but a man like myself is meant to be seen with a beautiful young person such as yourself with him." Alexander commented, and it wasn't simple flattery, it was true what he said. Looking towards the young man, his mind went through all the things that they could be doing. And all the things that they would be doing should Marcus' suspicions be confirmed." But the compound has become a home away from home. A nice little escape when I need to break away." Candy - Brian remembered the girl who Alexander had shown up with. She’s disappeared since he and Alexander had been speaking. Perhaps that was for the best as it would give Brian the opening he needed to tag along to the meetings. But surely Alexander would want to leave with a genuine, bombshell of a woman like that when the time came to head back home. Still, the way Alexander said Brian was a beautiful young person made him feel like this would perhaps be difficult to remove himself from. They’d barely been speaking half an hour and already Alexander was raining down compliments, showing he would touch Brian when and where he wanted. It led to Brian taking bigger drinks of the strong alcohol. His stomach was otherwise empty and, in no time, he could feel the warmth spreading through him. He’d always been called a ‘fun drunk’, but he didn’t know what kind of drunk he’d be in this situation. It surely was letting him relax though, the thoughts of Alexander’s rap sheet fading away at least. He was still focused on his job, but his inhibitions were lifting, letting Alexander’s hands roam a bit more freely.“Well I hope you won’t be a stranger after tonight.” A bit of flirting to make sure he wouldn’t be left stranded should someone else catch Alexander’s eye. He needed to be in those meetings, they were his ticket out of here. What Brian didn't know about Candy was that she used to be a he, a young man no older than Brian, and had started off in a similar situation. Albeit Candy wasn't an FBI agent, just a young man who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time who saw something he shouldn't have done. With his fondness for feminine boys, Alexander took Candy and had him transformed into the blonde bombshell she had become when they walked through the door. If he never saw Candy again, Alexander wouldn't be worried. Candy had gotten her hands on the drugs that sometimes travelled through the mansion and ended up addicted. She was probably trying to score in the lower rooms. When Bree commented on not being a stranger, Alexander smiled and raised an eyebrow. His hand lingered on his back, before returning to his backside. "Oh if you're here long term, I'll be making a few more trips." Alexander commented before downing his whiskey in one go. He was really starting to warm to Bree. It was tempting to have the feminine young man join him on his way back to the mansion, but things needed to be done first." Answer me this Bree, have you ever wanted to see Rome?" The way Alexander smiled, Brian felt at ease, like he was managing to actually get through this. His worries about slipping up were fading as his buzz settled in, feeling like Alexander was warming up to him. It was surely confirmed as Alexander’s hand found its seemingly favorite location over Brian’s ass. Brian was surprisingly getting very used to the feeling of the strong hand resting there.“Rome? I’ve always dreamt of heading there. The food, the fashion, it would be amazing” he said with a smile. While he did want to go to Rome someday, he figured maybe it would be on another assignment. If he made this work he could surely choose his next assignment anywhere in the world, after all. Brian heard some footsteps behind him, seeing a man in a suit standing there, clearing his throat as to not interrupt. “Mr Mazzini, they are all ready and just waiting on you” he said, flashing a look at Brian but not daring ask if Alexander’s new side piece should stay there on the balcony. Well it was settled. When Bree was to Alexander's liking more, then they would take a trip to Rome. It would show Bree the high life that the young man could have at Alexander's side. It would show him that the FBI was nothing more than petty old men too afraid to do the dirty work. Furthermore, it would also show Bree that Alexander's reach was extensive, that he wouldn't be able to hide anything from him. He would have said, but hearing his assistant, Alexander nodded before his arm reached Bree's shoulders and lead the young man back inside." Excellent. We can begin." Alexander stated, and the pair followed Alexander's guy towards the back meeting rooms. There were four men inside, again all wanted by the FBI but there had never been any news. Alexander had already laid the groundwork towards bringing the four of them down. He didn't mind trading with these gentlemen, but they were becoming bad for business in general. Getting rid of them was the right thing to do." Bree my dear, stand behind my seat at all times and remain quiet." Alexander instructed in a calm voice before taking a seat at the head of the table. "To business gentlemen, the weapons you've all ordered." Brian walked into the meeting room and instantly froze, seeing the other men in there. All would have been career makers in their own right if he managed to bring a single one down. He felt the lump in his throat as he felt the eyes on him. He saw the array of weaponry laid out as Alexander was obviously arranging an arms deal. Brian wondered if this alone would be enough, but he knew the agency wanted more. As he was told, he moved behind Alexander’s chair, hands on the back of it as he was obviously there just to be a pretty face and perhaps get drinks as ordered. He chewed on his lips, hands grazing his clutch as he wanted so badly to pull out his phone and record what was happening. But there was no way to make that happen without being obvious, choosing instead to watch the meeting play out. The discussion was simple, easy to follow. And it was how Alexander wanted it. He needed to ensure that the four men in the room were at the required pickup location at the right time. He also needed to ensure that if Bree was the mole then there'd be a number of FBI agents and armed men ready to take them into custody. It was a gamble, and one that Alexander was willing to bet on." Two nights time. I will be at the docks when the ship Marvel will be in port. Your weapons will be in the containers, and I'll personally have trucks ready to escort them to a location of your choosing." Of course the truth of the matter would be that Alexander would definitely not be there. The containers would be, the ship will be there, and the men should be there. Along with all the weapons and FBI agents. He'd have dealt with a number of birds with one stone. "Bree my dear, could you fetch me a drink?" He asked the young man behind him, gesturing to the drinks cabinet against the wall. "Whiskey, neat." This was so easy! Brian listener as Alexander laid the weapons bust out on a silver platter for Brian. The details very simplistic, even the dock and port, container codes to have the agents seize. Brian repeated it all in his head over and over again. He’d have to stay undercover until the bust for sure to not raise suspicion, but once the thugs were all in custody, Brian would receive all the glory and promotions he could handle. When Alexander asked for a drink, Brian hesitated, not having broken from his small trance of repeating the meeting details in his head. Finally, he blinked back in and spun on his heel. “She ain’t the smartest, huh?” one of the men commented. “Hell of an ass though.” Brian blushed as he got Alexander the drink and brought it back. He didn’t like the men talking about his ass and, as if in a way to show he was off limits, he handed the drink to Alexander. Following that, he copied himself into the man’s lap, sitting sideways as he placed the strong hand along his thigh, over the lacy stocking top. Alexander couldn't help but shake his head at the comment of Bree not being the smartest. He had an amused grin on his face, his eyes following the four men before he spoke out. "I wouldn't say that. I'm sure Bree is smarter than he looks." He returned before becoming a little surprised by the way he sat down on Alexander's lap. Too cute for certain, and Alexander really couldn't wait to start working on her. Sipping on his drink, Alexander breathed before nodding his head." You have the details and the information you need gentleman. I shall see you in two nights time." He dismissed them with a wave of his hand before setting the drink on the table. When the men were gone, he focused on Bree and looked at the young man's face." If I didn't have late night business to attend to, I'd bring you back to my mansion tonight." Alexander commented before cupping Bree's face. He brought the feminine male closer, before kissing Bree on the lips. As the men left, Brian was ready to get off of Alexander’s lap - but the man obviously had other plans as Brian was kept in place. He gave a small shrug at the comment of late night business keeping him from going back to the mansion. That was a godsend for Brian, shivering at the thought of what he would have to do there. “A rain check I suppose.” One that he never planned on cashing in. But then, before he could react, Alexander was leaning forward. Brian couldn’t think of a way to pull back, their lips pressing together. Brian could taste the whiskey on Alexander’s lips as he forced himself to stay in the miss. He didn’t want anyone knowing this was happening, the door thankfully closed. Brian has everything he needed, now he just needed to hide out for a few days and let it play out. There was no way Alexander would let Bree out of his sight just yet. They still had a few hours of the party left, and while there was more business to be done with a few more clients, Alexander wasn't going to allow Bree to sit in on them. These were the deals that required the partners to remain out of prison and on the street where Alexander could work with them easily. As he continued to kiss Bree, Alexander had a few ideas. He grinned when he broke the kiss before sliding his chair back. He brought Bree onto his knees, before Alexander's hands went down to his trousers." You have an amazing set of lips Bree, you're an amazing kisser, but..." Alexander loosened his trousers and unzipped them. He lowered them, and underneath his boxer shorts he let out his penis. All ten inches of it. He was definitely well blessed. Brian thought he could see the finish line, what with Alexander already admitting he wouldn’t be taking Brian from the compound, and he had meetings Brian couldn’t attend the rest of the evening. He was already sitting up his summary report in his mind when Alexander slid him off the man’s lap... down to his knees. He almost stood before seeing Alexander’s hands going to his belt, Brian suddenly feeling his pulse in his cheeks. Before he could say a word, the thick, long cock flopped out. When they had mentioned training pleading a man, Brian fought like hell. He refused all of it, insisting he would never get to... well... where he was now. Smelling the arousal of another man, feeling the heat coming off of his throbbing cock, knowing the compliment to his lips was purely wanting those lips wrapping around the cock in front of him. He swallowed hard as he didn’t see any way out, his hesitation and indecisiveness obvious as he fidgeted on his knees.“Oh... oh my...” he whispered, trying to rack his brain. “It’s, um... I’ve never, at least not with something so big. I don’t think I can” He stammered, panicking at the thought of having to suck a fucking cock. “I mean I can use my hands?” He licked his pink lips, feeling them glisten as he looked at Alexander, the hard cock in his sight line. Alexander took a deep breath before shaking his head. His hand reached down, cupping Bree's chin and moving his head so that his face was looking directly at Alexander's cock. He took a moment to compose himself and looked down on Bree before gesturing for the fem boy to start on his member. "As much as I would love you to use your hands, I really want to see your soft, beautiful lips wrapped around my cock." While he would be getting some action from Marcus, fucking the informant up the ass and having Marcus give him a blow job, he was going to be far more gentle with Bree. She was a delicate flower and there was so much that Bree would have to get used to. The penis before the fem boy was merely the first step." There's no need to be nervous my dear. As long as you don't bite down and do some damage, I think you'll enjoy it." Brian wasn’t going to get out of this. That was the sad truth. He knew it in the back of his mind as Alexander moved his face directly in front of the cock. He wanted to feel Brian’s lips on his dick, and if Brian knew anything, it was that Alexander always got what he wanted. With a tremble, Brian’s pink lips parted. His tongue slipping out and coming in contact with the cock head, a small whimper leaving his mouth as he realized what he was doing. Fuck, what if word spread around at just how far he’d gone?! He needed this over with before anyone else walked in and saw. His lips grazing over the head of the cock as his tongue swirled, then sucking in the head. Lips dragging down a few inches - it was all he could take, his eyes locked with Alexander’s as he pulled off to the tip before pushing back down. The cock hit the back of his throat and his eyes closed, holding back a gag as he could only get less than half down. It would take an eternity to make a man cum this way as he tried to endure the humiliating experience of giving another man a blowjob. As the lips touched Alexander's cock, the man shuddered in pleasure. This was power, true power, being able to have another man do something they didn't want through intimidation alone. Normally, many of the fem boys that worked for Alexander were never hesitant, and quite open to what they did. Bree being hesitant meant one thing; that he didn't want to be here. That Marcus was indeed correct in his assumption that Bree was an FBI informant. The information that had been passed to bosses would be given to the FBI as well. It was all assured. Alexander groaned in delight, at both the fact that he would be three fewer problems within a few days time, and that Bree really did have such wonderful lips and a great tongue. He was working Alexander's cock to the fullest at that point."Oh, my word Bree, I may have to take you with me after all." Alexander responded with a grin on his face as he felt his cock start to drip pre-cum. Hearing that groan of delight was enough to make the hair on the back of Brian's neck stand up under the wig, knowing that he was causing some other man such an intense feeling of pleasure. The sloppy sucking sounds filling the room as he kept working on the cock, getting a little bit deeper, allowing the head to every so slightly push down his throat. His eyes watering periodically from gagging, but he was sadly learning how to adjust to the feeling. Far from a cocksucking expert, obviously, but Alexander seemed pleased... too pleased. Hearing Alexander say he may have to take Brian along after all earned a quick look of nervousness from Brian. He hoped it was just a comment made at the moment, a bad joke. "Mmm hmm" he mumbled, his lips vibrating as his mouth was full of cock and lips stretched along the shaft. He could taste the precut oozing in and soaking his tongue, nowhere for it to go but down his throat and into his belly. He needed out... but he knew he wouldn't even get out of that room until Alexander came. And, from all indications, Brian knew all too well where the man planned to shoot his load. Alexander let out a long breath and another moan of pleasure. Bree was quite good, that was for certain. Definitely keeping her. He'd have the sissy kept under close guard and scrutiny so that he wouldn't escape. With proper work, breasts and a nice ass, then he'd be perfect. Bree would live the life of luxury, whether he wanted to or not. With a few more licks, sucks and the brushing of lips against his member, Alexander felt himself reach his peak and he let out his orgasm without fail. It would flow down Bree's mouth and with a content sigh, he stepped back, his cock flopping down and dripping come. He looked at the little slut before him and took out a tissue from his jacket pocket and cleaned his genitals with it." Oh my word, where have you been Bree? A feminine guy like you was someone I've been looking for." Alexander stated with a nod of his head. Knowing Alexander was about to cum did little to help Brian with what happened next. He could feel the cock swell and throb, flexing in his mouth as the hot, thick ropes coated his cheeks, tongue and throat. He had no choice but to swallow it down, feeling it swirling in his belly as the cock plopped free from his mouth. Furthermore, he was left coughing and wanting to spit, but he forced himself to swallow the last of it as Alexander wiped his cock off, seemingly pleased with the blowjob. Catching his breath, he looked up from his knees. Make up a mess, some cum running down his chin still. “Well... I’m glad you. Finally found me” he forced out, trying to hold his cover, totally unaware that it had been blown long ago. That he’d just given a voluntary blowjob for absolutely no benefit to the operation. “I... I should go get cleaned up” he said as he looked at the door. There were a few comments that Alexander would have made at that point. On how it was destiny, that this was meant to be, and he could have said that but decided against it. They were... somewhat derivative and a tad boring in his opinion. Looking towards the feminine boy, he simply smiled and patted Bree's head in a somewhat patronizing way. He knew Bree's true vocation, and couldn't wait to break it to the feminine boy that he would never, ever go back to the life of an FBI agent, and he'd never be able to. Once Alexander had the work done to her."Indeed, you shall. Get yourself cleaned up, and then go and enjoy yourself. Perhaps even... check out the basement? I'm sure there are a number of people there who would love to see your talents." Alexander commented with a smile on his face as he chucked the tissue into a bin. "I look forward to spending more time with you soon, Bree." It was over. That’s all Brian cared about. Alexander telling him he could go and get cleaned up. The comment about the basement was obviously ignored - he’d never step foot down there. He had all he needed, the teams were likely organizing. He just needed out. He slowly stood, his makeup a cum stained mess as he forced out a smile. “Looking forward to it as well, Sir” he muttered before spinning on his heel and walking out. A group of men were waiting to come in, seeing his disheveled look and chuckling. He pushed past them and to his room, quickly brushing his teeth and starting to pack his things. He needed out... now. That needed to be the last blowjob he ever gave. Although Brian thought he might be able to get away, Alexander had put the word out that the fem boy was to be watched like a hawk. He would not allow his future slut and arm candy to escape, not while there was so much fun to be had. There were those who would keep an eye out, and the news was even given to the other workers within the compound. They'd get a reward if they kept Bree from escaping. Alexander was going to take no chances with the young man. Alexander also wanted Bree to see the spoils of his work. Proceeding with the following meeting, Alexander spoke business, but he also had a few thoughts on what to do with his newest choice of companions. It was going to be an interesting week, that was for certain. Brian almost instantly noticed a change in how he was being treated around the compound. Before, many barely seemed to notice him as he came and went. Now he felt... watched. As he went towards his room, he felt someone a few steps behind him, turning slightly to see one of Alexander’s bodyguards trailing him. Odd, but not totally unheard of. But next, as he entered his room, he realized he needed something from the bathroom across the hall. He opened his door and nearly crashed into the man who was now standing, as if stationed by order, right outside his room. And then followed Brian once more to the bathroom and back. As he walked in and closed the door, he was in a panic. “SOS... need out” he sent as a text, his emergency signal that they needed to come. But to send failed, he had no cell reception in his room, whereas it used to be full strength. Alexander had been quite adamant in the wish to not let such potential slip through his fingers. There were two reasons for that small fact. The first was that Bree was new, young and inexperienced to the point that Alexander could easily twist the sissy into his own liking. The second was that as a mole for the feds, turning and transforming her would send a message to future moles. They would share her fate, though there was a strong possibility that they might not like where they ended up. Everything had been set up to stop Bree from getting out. Including blocking the cell phone signal in any given area. The guards stationed at every door would be on the lookout as well, and they wouldn't be so gentle with her. Brian was panicking in the room now as he was convinced his cell signal was being jammed. The window was locked shut, which was also new - the locks had always been there, but he'd always opened the window in the evening for a nice cool breeze to flow in. Now it was locked and there was no key in sight. Somehow he knew that, should he break the window, the large guard outside the door would rush in. He was definitely being watched... contained. He had to try, though. Furthermore, he tried to open the door and smile at the guard. They'd always been cordial to him - not overly friendly, but always kept a respectful distance. "Sorry, just forgot something" he mumbled as he tried to walk by, only to feel his arm roughly grabbed." You stay" the man gruffly said, tugging Brian back into the room and giving him a shove, pointing at the bed. "Stay" he said again for emphasis before walking back out the door and resuming his post. This was bad. No matter how hard Bree tried to escape, the sissy would find that it was all but impossible. The staff had been made aware of the sissy's status and future, and they knew that to go against Alexander and let the sissy slip through their fingers then a lot of bad things would happen to them, and none of them were death. It wouldn't be until gone midnight that someone would come for Bree. They had instructions to take them to the living area of the room. The party was slowly coming to an end, the guests were being escorted out of the building and to their waiting cars. A member of security had told Bree to sit on the couch and that Alexander would be with him shortly. The man himself had come out of one of the side rooms, a tissue dabbing at his mouth. He looked to Bree, smiling before sitting next to the sissy." I hope you've enjoyed your evening. I had planned on leaving you here until tomorrow but... well I want you to come with me." Brian was still outfitted in his dress, heels and makeup when the guard came in and pulled him out to the living room. He wondered if they'd found him out, if he was going to be killed in that room as he nervously fidgeted on the couch. He saw Alexander walk out, seeing that uneasy smile as the larger man sat down next to him, so close to him. That's when he was told he was coming with Alexander. He was caught speechless... this wasn't part of the plan. He was supposed to be leaving the compound with his team, being extracted. The team knew he was there - if they left, how would the team track him?" Oh... I, um... I thought I'd stay" he mumbled softly, feeling the intimidating glare. Refusal wasn't an option. "But yes, of course I'd love to go with you. Let me just pack my..." he started to say until he saw a guard wheeling out his packed suitcase. His phone in the man's other hand. Of course the suitcase would be disposed of. Donated to charity probably, depending on how good the clothing was. Let it not be said that Alexander never helped those in need. In fact, he often made charitable donations to homeless shelters and disaster efforts. It was the mark of a good man to use his money to help others. The funny thing was, no one ever questioned where such large donations of money came from. Some of the charities involved might refuse money from criminal enterprises. Then again, some might pocket the money themselves. Alexander didn't really care after the donations were sent, just as long as they were sent." The limo is waiting, my deer Bree." Alexander stood up first, offering his hand to the beautiful feminine male before him. When the surgeons were finished, he'd be even better. "We have a lot to talk about."

Deep Undercover (AngelsSonata and EmmyPlays)|rating:3.0

A Journey to Site C, a Jurassic Park RP (IC)

A Journey To Site COOL Thread Note: First this is my first RP, so I know it might suck. Second I'm glad that Jurassic World is finally coming out, June 12. I'm doing this because of Jurassic World. Alright now to the RP. BackstoryThis is going to be set on one of "The Five Deaths", Isla Huerta. The island is abandoned and there is only one man-made structure on the island, an Inge Facility. 8 people venture to the island for adventure, research, filming...(really depending on your reason for being there). The people get more than what they bargained for. The IslandAreasRazor Coast:Very tall cliffs almost inaccessible to humans. This is the home to Pteranodon. The Lost Eden:A densely forested area of the island. There are no signs of human activity at all in this region. This is home to Triceratops, Stegosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and Centaurus. Upland Forests:The mountainous region of the island. This region is mostly covered in forest and is wet. This is home to Compsognathus, Allosaurus, Ankylosaurs, and Velociraptor. Floodplains:A relatively flat region of the island. It is home to the most dinosaurs. This is home to Tyrannosaurus Rex, Albertosaurus, Centaurus, Dinosaurs (rarely), Velociraptor, Compsognathus (rarely), Triceratops, Stegosaurus, Brachiosaurus, Ankylosaurs, Gallicisms, and Parasaurolophus. The Dark Swamps:This swampy region is the home of the infamous Dinosaurs, Stegosaurus (rarely), and Ankylosaurs (rarely). The Graveyards:This region is named for the amount of animals that die there. There is also ship wrecks there that fell prey to Mesosaurus. This region is home to a small pack of Compsognathus. The Beach:The "safest" part of the island as there is no dinosaurs, apart from Compsognathus, and it's away from the Mesosaurus. The Dinosaurs Carnivores:AlbertosaurusAllosaurusCarnotaurusCompsognathusMosasaurus (On the West Side of the Island)PteranodonSpinosaurusTyrannosaurus RexVelociraptorHerbivores:AnkylosaurusBrachiosaurusGallimimusParasaurolophusStegosaurusTriceratopsRules1. I'm the OP. What I say goes.2. NO One-liners.3. Be respectable.4. Minimum of one paragraph.5. Be willing to injure or even kill your character. You're not God.6. Report anyone who is causing problems to me opium San Jose, Costa Rick James Sterling, an American from Springfield, Mo, steps aboard a helicopter. The helicopter pilot turns to him." Are you sure about this?" said the pilot." Yea. I'm sure." said James." They don't call Atlas Cisco Muertesfor nothing." said the pilot." I know." said James. The pilot laughs. "Your funeral." The pilot turns on the helicopter. The helicopter lifts and heads towards Isla Huerta. James is sitting there breathing heavily." You nervous?" asked the pilot." Yea." said James. Suddenly the island comes into view. It's covered in a thick coat of fog. James starts to think. It's almost menacing. Wait...it is menacing... The pilot interrupts his thoughts." Where do you want me to go?" said the pilot." On the beach." said James. The helicopter flies around the island one. James sees herds of Triceratops grazing. In the distance James sees a Tyrannosaurus Rex stalking the group of Triceratops. The helicopter goes to the beach. It doesn't land, but hovers about 10 feet above the beach. James grabs his backpacks and opens the door. James throws his backpacks out and jumps out of the helicopter. He waves off the helicopter and it leaves. After a minute the helicopter disappears over the horizon." Well I'm here by myself." said James to himself. James starts to walk towards the forest next to the beach. He hears rustling in the treeline. Huh, I've been here for 10 seconds and the dinosaurs are already attracted to me. Maybe this was a bad idea. James thinks. He stops and looks at the treeline. A small dinosaur maybe 1 meter in length comes out of the woods. It has a green colored body with two brown stripes running down its back. Compy. Shouldn't be too worry about them...unless there's a lot of them. Luckily there wasn't that much. About 5 to 10. The Copy's ran back into the woods. James looks towards the sunset." It's getting late. I should set up camp here." James goes to a nearby tree and grabs a couple of thick sticks. He pulls out a piece of covering out of his backpack and makes a shade. He pulls out his sleeping back and lays it under the tarp. Furthermore, he walks around and finds twigs and goes back to camp to set up a fire. After a couple of minutes he starts a fire. He lays down next to the fire and rests while looking out at the sunset. After a couple of minutes he falls asleep. Aaron had to pay the bloke who operated the jet a lot of money to get to the island. "Are you crazy mate? That place is full of giant bloody lizards just waiting to kill you, and you want to go there?" he had said. "Yes." Was all Aaron had to say in reply. The man was unhappy with him, and Aaron did not blame him. There was a chance the jet would be Dino food, along with the pilot as well. The Owner had not been happy either, but relented eventually and let him use the plane. The ride had taken a few days, due to fuel stops, but they had arrived at the nearest airport, where Aaron hired a helicopter to take him the rest of the way." I'll land close to the beach for ya, but don't expect me to come back. You ever get sick of the place, find you own damn way off." The pilot said as they arrived. Aaron hopped off with his bags and set up camp where the tide couldn't come in. Afterward he set off, to explore the beach and to see if anyone else had come to the island. Karl walked out of the top floor of the current Inge facility in California to find a military transport helicopter resting on the helipad with the pilot leaning comfortably on the side. He then walked over and said, "Hello Dr. Martial, I am James S. Wentworth, and I will be escorting you to Isla Huerta." The pilot then pulled out a map and showed a map to Karl. "As you can see, the safest spot for me to drop you off is at the beaches, but it might take you a bit longer for you to reach your destination that you marked, but unless you want both of us to be Dino chum, I suggest you take this way. Besides, HQ tells me that there have been more people getting dropped off near the beach, so at least you may get some company to die with." Karl was a little agitated at his negative remarked, but they set off soon after the conversation. About one hour into the flight, James asked Karl an interesting question. "So, why'd you come?" Karl responded bluntly with, "Sorry, confidential information." James huffed at this. Karl then thought of what his real mission: "Operation: Arch-World" they called it. He was told that his mission would be to find any data left from the attack, and bring it back in order to revive Jurassic Park, but into something greater, a whole new park for them that would be called "Jurassic World" Karl had decided to join so that his dream of bringing these creatures back would be a success, and not result in a crisis like the last attempt. Plus, he would get a higher pay, with his job involving creating more species of dinosaur. But one thing bothered Karl: Why send one Genetic Engineer? Because he knew what to look for? Or to go on a death mission? Karl wasn't sure, but he knew one thing: he could not tell ANYONE besides Inge officials about this mission, or he would be charged with corporate espionage. Morning wrote:Aaron had to pay the bloke who operated the jet a lot of money to get to the island. "Are you crazy mate? That place is full of giant bloody lizards just waiting to kill you, and you want to go there?" he had said. "Yes." Was all Aaron had to say in reply. The man was unhappy with him, and Aaron did not blame him. There was a chance the jet would be Dino food, along with the pilot as well. The Owner had not been happy either, but relented eventually and let him use the plane. The ride had taken a few days, due to fuel stops, but they had arrived at the nearest airport, where Aaron hired a helicopter to take him the rest of the way. "I'll land close to the beach for ya, but don't expect me to come back. You ever get sick of the place, find you own damn way off." The pilot said as they arrived. Aaron hopped off with his bags and set up camp where the tide couldn't come in. Afterward he set off, to explore the beach and to see if anyone else had come to the island. James woke up after a good sleep. He looks over and sees a Copy trying to get his food. James scares the Copy away and grabs his bag. James pulls out some of his IRE's (IOC: I think that's what their called.) and cooks them. After he eats them he lays back and rests. Suddenly he hears something that sounds like a helicopter. He sees a helicopter coming and he hides. After a couple of minutes the helicopter leaves. James waits a half hour before revealing himself." Hello. Who are you." says James. Nothing. Maybe I'm too far away for him to hear me. James gets closer."HELLO. WHO ARE YOU?" screams James. There's an answer. North View Cong wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron had to pay the bloke who operated the jet a lot of money to get to the island. "Are you crazy mate? That place is full of giant bloody lizards just waiting to kill you, and you want to go there?" he had said. "Yes." Was all Aaron had to say in reply. The man was unhappy with him, and Aaron did not blame him. There was a chance the jet would be Dino food, along with the pilot as well. The Owner had not been happy either, but relented eventually and let him use the plane. The ride had taken a few days, due to fuel stops, but they had arrived at the nearest airport, where Aaron hired a helicopter to take him the rest of the way. "I'll land close to the beach for ya, but don't expect me to come back. You ever get sick of the place, find you own damn way off." The pilot said as they arrived. Aaron hopped off with his bags and set up camp where the tide couldn't come in. Afterward he set off, to explore the beach and to see if anyone else had come to the island. James woke up after a good sleep. He looks over and sees a Copy trying to get his food. James scares the Copy away and grabs his bag. James pulls out some of his IRE's (IOC: I think that's what their called.) and cooks them. After he eats them he lays back and rests. Suddenly he hears something that sounds like a helicopter. He sees a helicopter coming and he hides. After a couple of minutes the helicopter leaves. James waits a half hour before revealing himself." Hello. Who are you." says James. Nothing. Maybe I'm too far away for him to hear me. James gets closer."HELLO. WHO ARE YOU?" screams James. There's an answer. Aaron noticed someone calling out towards him, and walked over toward them. "Hello! I'm Aaron Waters, and you are?" Morning wrote:North View Cong wrote:James woke up after a good sleep. He looks over and sees a Copy trying to get his food. James scares the Copy away and grabs his bag. James pulls out some of his IRE's (IOC: I think that's what their called.) and cooks them. After he eats them he lays back and rests. Suddenly he hears something that sounds like a helicopter. He sees a helicopter coming and he hides. After a couple of minutes the helicopter leaves. James waits a half hour before revealing himself." Hello. Who are you." says James. Nothing. Maybe I'm too far away for him to hear me. James gets closer."HELLO. WHO ARE YOU?" screams James. There's an answer. Aaron noticed someone calling out towards him, and walked over toward them. "Hello! I'm Aaron Waters, and you are?"" Hello. I'm James. James Sterling. Why are you here. I thought I would be the only person on this island." Haven Industries Headquarters, Edinburgh, Scotland. 3 Days ago. The Headquarters was filled with people. The Golden-clad building resembled a Palace. The flags of Haven Industries greets the Everyday buyer. The receptionist counter usually has short lines. But today, a long line awaits. Ever since Dinosaurs were rumored to exist, Hundreds have gathered in Haven Industries branches all over the world. This Multi-billion company will soon encompass Windows and Google. The Matriarch, Leanne Haven led Haven Industries to be one of the Most Successful company in the World. Two Days later, Leanne reserved a flight to Isla de Muertos or the Island of the Dead. With her, she brought her Intelligence and the best inventory Haven Industries could offer. Thousands of Dollars had been put to this Trip. She is a Billionaire. The Haven Industries board of directors are excited to know if the Dinosaurs can provide Cosmetic Materials Landing. Present Day. Her golden and purplish-clad Helicopter landed in the Helipad. She went down and brought her inventory. She saw other people. Furthermore, she walked to them and said;''Greetings. Want to buy from Haven Industries? We offer Helicopters, Planes, Cosmetics, Laptops and other Electronic devices! Buy now! Call 1021-HAVEN-1201 North View Cong wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron noticed someone calling out towards him, and walked over toward them. "Hello! I'm Aaron Waters, and you are?"" Hello. I'm James. James Sterling. Why are you here. I thought I would be the only person on this island."" I honestly thought I'd be the only one. Furthermore, I work for CAIRO, they want me to bring back some DNA, Blood and Tissue samples from the lizards, how bout you?" Morning wrote:North View Cong wrote:"Hello. I'm James. James Sterling. Why are you here. I thought I would be the only person on this island."" I honestly thought I'd be the only one. Furthermore, I work for CAIRO, they want me to bring back some DNA, Blood and Tissue samples from the lizards, how bout you?"" Ok man, rides up." James said to Karl. "Thank you, don't hit a pteranodon while you're up there." Karl said jokingly. He then watched it fly away, before noticing the two men across the beach. "Well, they did say there would be more people on the island." Karl thought before he ran over to them. "Hello, gentlemen. I am Dr. Karl Martial, and you?" Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:"I honestly thought I'd be the only one. I work for CAIRO, they want me to bring back some DNA, Blood and Tissue samples from the lizards, how bout you?"" Ok man, rides up." James said to Karl. "Thank you, don't hit a pteranodon while you're up there." Karl said jokingly. He then watched it fly away, before noticing the two men across the beach. "Well, they did say there would be more people on the island." Karl thought before he ran over to them. "Hello, gentlemen. I am Dr. Karl Martial, and you?" Aaron noticed the man ride up. "Aaron Waters, nice to me, you Doctor Martial." Morning wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Ok man, rides up." James said to Karl. "Thank you, don't hit a pteranodon while you're up there." Karl said jokingly. He then watched it fly away, before noticing the two men across the beach. "Well, they did say there would be more people on the island." Karl thought before he ran over to them. "Hello, gentlemen. I am Dr. Karl Martial, and you?" Aaron noticed the man ride up. "Aaron Waters, nice to me, you Doctor Martial."" So, Mr. Waters, what are you and your companion's intentions of being on Isla Huerta?" The Doctor asked Aaron, in case their plans would conflict with his. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron noticed the man ride up. "Aaron Waters, nice to me, you Doctor Martial."" So, Mr. Waters, what are you and your companion's intentions of being on Isla Huerta?" The Doctor asked Aaron, in case their plans would conflict with his. James walks up to Dr. Martial and shakes his hand. "Hey Dr. Martial. I'm James. James Sterling. I'm here to film dinosaurs in their natural habitat. What John Hammond did on Isla Nuclear was cruel. I mean a zoo of dinosaurs, no wonder the dinosaurs broke out. Anyway is what I'm doing going to conflict with anything of yours?" Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron noticed the man ride up. "Aaron Waters, nice to me, you Doctor Martial."" So, Mr. Waters, what are you and your companion's intentions of being on Isla Huerta?" The Doctor asked Aaron, in case their plans would conflict with his." I'm here to collect samples of DNA, Blood, tissue and all that." Aaron said to the doctor. Karl was suspicious of Aaron's business, but thought that by the way the man acted, he might not be an obstacle to his objectives, but he knew he had to find out why the man was doing his "research". He also didn't like James' statement of the previous park, however he understood his ideas, as multiple people had stated this to the board at Jurassic Park, but Karl kept his anger a secret. "Well, both of your 'missions' seem very intriguing, and I'm here for the same reason as Mr. Waters, but instead for a museum in Scranton, Philadelphia." Karl said, attempting to make it a white lie. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Karl was suspicious of Aaron's business, but thought that by the way the man acted, he might not be an obstacle to his objectives, but he knew he had to find out why the man was doing his "research". He also didn't like James' statement of the previous park, however he understood his ideas, as multiple people had stated this to the board at Jurassic Park, but Karl kept his anger a secret. "Well, both of your 'missions' seem very intriguing, and I'm here for the same reason as Mr. Waters, but instead for a museum in Scranton, Philadelphia." Karl said, attempting to make it a white lie. Aaron was oblivious to the doctors mistrust of him, and offered his hand for a handshake. Morning wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:Karl was suspicious of Aaron's business, but thought that by the way the man acted, he might not be an obstacle to his objectives, but he knew he had to find out why the man was doing his "research". He also didn't like James' statement of the previous park, however he understood his ideas, as multiple people had stated this to the board at Jurassic Park, but Karl kept his anger a secret. "Well, both of your 'missions' seem very intriguing, and I'm here for the same reason as Mr. Waters, but instead for a museum in Scranton, Philadelphia." Karl said, attempting to make it a white lie. Aaron was oblivious to the doctors mistrust of him, and offered his hand for a handshake." Ah, good we could all make friends." Said the doctor while shaking his hand, slightly wanting to stay friends with them while still completing his objective. "Now, we should get going, it seems it will get dark soon, and we should set up camp. Then, in the morning, we should head deeper into the forest, there, I believe we would hit the floodplains which contains a numerous amount of dinosaurs, items of interest, and the abandoned Inge facility, the perfect place to accomplish our goals. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron was oblivious to the doctors mistrust of him, and offered his hand for a handshake." Ah, good we could all make friends." Said the doctor while shaking his hand, slightly wanting to stay friends with them while still completing his objective. "Now, we should get going, it seems it will get dark soon, and we should set up camp. Then, in the morning, we should head deeper into the forest, there, I believe we would hit the floodplains which contains a numerous amount of dinosaurs, items of interest, and the abandoned Inge facility, the perfect place to accomplish our goals. While looking up at the setting sun. "Yea. It is getting a little dark." Looks back at Karl and Aaron. "I only brought a sleeping bag. I know that's stupid, but I wanted to travel light. So, Dr. Martial, do you have anything better to sleep in than a sleeping bag?" North View Cong wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Ah, good we could all make friends." Said the doctor while shaking his hand, slightly wanting to stay friends with them while still completing his objective. "Now, we should get going, it seems it will get dark soon, and we should set up camp. Then, in the morning, we should head deeper into the forest, there, I believe we would hit the floodplains which contains a numerous amount of dinosaurs, items of interest, and the abandoned Inge facility, the perfect place to accomplish our goals. While looking up at the setting sun. "Yea. It is getting a little dark." Looks back at Karl and Aaron. "I only brought a sleeping bag. I know that's stupid, but I wanted to travel light. So, Dr. Martial, do you have anything better to sleep in than a sleeping bag?"" Hm." He thought about what James had said as he looked through his backpack. "Ah, thank you for reminding me, my pilot gave me something for the trip which is...Voilà!" He said as he took out a sleeping bag. "Ok, I'm good, what about you Mr. Waters? And what about the environment? I think that there seems to be only be Compsognathus occupying this land, which can become a bad situation if they attack us in a group. Shall we take shifts? Do you all have weapons?" Fiery Armageddon wrote:North View Cong wrote:While looking up at the setting sun. "Yea. It is getting a little dark." Looks back at Karl and Aaron. "I only brought a sleeping bag. I know that's stupid, but I wanted to travel light. So, Dr. Martial, do you have anything better to sleep in than a sleeping bag?"" Hm." He thought about what James had said as he looked through his backpack. "Ah, thank you for reminding me, my pilot gave me something for the trip which is...Voilà!" He said as he took out a sleeping bag. "Ok, I'm good, what about you Mr. Waters? And what about the environment? I think that there seems to be only be Compsognathus occupying this land, which can become a bad situation if they attack us in a group. Shall we take shifts? Do you all have weapons?"" I have a Glock with three clips. I don't think it'll help much, but it's all I got." Fiery Armageddon wrote:North View Cong wrote:While looking up at the setting sun. "Yea. It is getting a little dark." Looks back at Karl and Aaron. "I only brought a sleeping bag. I know that's stupid, but I wanted to travel light. So, Dr. Martial, do you have anything better to sleep in than a sleeping bag?"" Hm." He thought about what James had said as he looked through his backpack. "Ah, thank you for reminding me, my pilot gave me something for the trip which is...Voilà!" He said as he took out a sleeping bag. "Ok, I'm good, what about you Mr. Waters? And what about the environment? I think that there seems to be only be Compsognathus occupying this land, which can become a bad situation if they attack us in a group. Shall we take shifts? Do you all have weapons?"" I bought supplies for myself and a large tent. I've got a shotgun, so I'll take first watch." Morning wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Hm." He thought about what James had said as he looked through his backpack. "Ah, thank you for reminding me, my pilot gave me something for the trip which is...Voilà!" He said as he took out a sleeping bag. "Ok, I'm good, what about you Mr. Waters? And what about the environment? I think that there seems to be only be Compsognathus occupying this land, which can become a bad situation if they attack us in a group. Shall we take shifts? Do you all have weapons?"" I bought supplies for myself and a large tent. I've got a shotgun, so I'll take first watch."" Go ahead. Tomorrow I'll be leaving you guys. I have stuff that I've got to do and you guys would slow me down. I know we just met, but I have to." James then heads to the very tree he slept on earlier, pulls out his sleeping bag, and lays down next to the tree. After a couple of minutes James falls asleep. After James went to sleep on the tree, Karl said to Aaron, "So, Mr. Waters, James is gone, what about the two of us? Would you like to stick together, or have all of us part our ways in order to complete our separate tasks?" Fiery Armageddon wrote:After James went to sleep on the tree, Karl said to Aaron, "So, Mr. Waters, James is gone, what about the two of us? Would you like to stick together, or have all of us part our ways in order to complete our separate tasks?"" Two would stand a better chance should dinosaur come." Leanne Haven Angered, She shouted with a loud voice;''ARE YOU PEOPLE DEAF? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?shortly after, she calmed down and sat under the tree. Seconds later, she got a call from her satellite phone.'' Maam. We have a situation in Haven HQ in Edinburgh... You see. An Earthquake caused the South east tail of the building to collapse'' Hours later James Sterling wakes up. He looks around. He sees Aaron Walters and Karl Martial next to one tree. There fast asleep. Leaned up against a tree nearby was Leanne Haven. She was asleep, and she had a satellite phone in her hand. She has connections with the outside world. I wander who she's talking to, James thinks to himself. James looks over and see's his two bags. He gets up, making sure he doesn't wake up the others, and grabs his bags. He heads into the woods and stops. Furthermore, he turns around. Maybe I should find a way to keep in contact with them. James reaches into his bag and grabs a walkie-talkie. He sets the walkie-talkie to Channel 4 and sets it down on Karl Martial's bag. James gets a piece of paper out of his bag. He writes a note to Karl:Hey Karl, I've left this walkie-talkie for you. If you want to contact me, or if I get in trouble, we could talk. JamesJames then leaves. He walks into the woods as the sun rises over the horizon. Aaron woke up sometime around noon yawning. He got undressed and took a bath in the saltwater, coming back and putting some more suitable clothes on. He intended to make it to the old Lab, hoping some old DNA samples were there. Karl awoke and found Aaron gone and someone new nearby... A woman, propped up against a tree, asleep. Karl didn't know if she was to be trusted, so he pulled out his Glock 19, making sure it was loaded, and tried to get Aaron's attention by whispering to him. "PSS, Aaron, over here." he called to him, as Karl aimed at the woman. He noticed something next to her, what appeared to be a handbag with some magazines next to it. The title of the section on the page being read was "Haven International snooping around dinosaurs?" Karl thought, "Was this woman going to try to...harvest dinosaur skin?!" This enraged Karl, and he knew that Aaron, and most definitely James would definitely have some questions to ask her. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Karl awoke and found Aaron gone and someone new nearby... A woman, propped up against a tree, asleep. Karl didn't know if she was to be trusted, so he pulled out his Glock 19, making sure it was loaded, and tried to get Aaron's attention by whispering to him. "PSS, Aaron, over here." he called to him, as Karl aimed at the woman. He noticed something next to her, what appeared to be a handbag with some magazines next to it. The title of the section on the page being read was "Haven International snooping around dinosaurs?" Karl thought, "Was this woman going to try to...harvest dinosaur skin?!" This enraged Karl, and he knew that Aaron, and most definitely James would definitely have some questions to ask her. Aaron looked over to Karl. He then saw the woman and ran over. He looked over at the book. "Haven International, harvesting Dinosaur skin, the fuck is wrong with this lady." He pulled out a pistol from its holster and loaded it. Morning wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:Karl awoke and found Aaron gone and someone new nearby... A woman, propped up against a tree, asleep. Karl didn't know if she was to be trusted, so he pulled out his Glock 19, making sure it was loaded, and tried to get Aaron's attention by whispering to him. "PSS, Aaron, over here." he called to him, as Karl aimed at the woman. He noticed something next to her, what appeared to be a handbag with some magazines next to it. The title of the section on the page being read was "Haven International snooping around dinosaurs?" Karl thought, "Was this woman going to try to...harvest dinosaur skin?!" This enraged Karl, and he knew that Aaron, and most definitely James would definitely have some questions to ask her. Aaron looked over to Karl. He then saw the woman and ran over. He looked over at the book. "Haven International, harvesting Dinosaur skin, the fuck is wrong with this lady." He pulled out a pistol from its holster and loaded it." Where the hell is James? He's going to want to see this too?" Karl said quietly while looking around and noticed the sheet of paper left for him. "Hey Karl, I've left this walkie-talkie for you. If you want to contact me, or if I get in trouble, we could talk.", the note said. "We missed him, but he left this for me, so maybe we should radio him. Then again, maybe we shouldn't bother him, and he's already too far out to come all this way back for some lady." Karl said to Aaron, still questioning why this lady would do something like this. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron looked over to Karl. He then saw the woman and ran over. He looked over at the book. "Haven International, harvesting Dinosaur skin, the fuck is wrong with this lady." He pulled out a pistol from its holster and loaded it." Where the hell is James? He's going to want to see this too?" Karl said quietly while looking around and noticed the sheet of paper left for him. "Hey Karl, I've left this walkie-talkie for you. If you want to contact me, or if I get in trouble, we could talk.", the note said. "We missed him, but he left this for me, so maybe we should radio him. Then again, maybe we shouldn't bother him, and he's already too far out to come all this way back for some lady." Karl said to Aaron, still questioning why this lady would do something like this. Aaron kept his gun pointed at the lady. 'She's got some questions to answer.' He thought. "Karl, make sure she's got no weapons on her, I don't want to get shot or stabbed." Morning wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Where the hell is James? He's going to want to see this too?" Karl said quietly while looking around and noticed the sheet of paper left for him. "Hey Karl, I've left this walkie-talkie for you. If you want to contact me, or if I get in trouble, we could talk.", the note said. "We missed him, but he left this for me, so maybe we should radio him. Then again, maybe we shouldn't bother him, and he's already too far out to come all this way back for some lady." Karl said to Aaron, still questioning why this lady would do something like this. Aaron kept his gun pointed at the lady. 'She's got some questions to answer.' He thought. "Karl, make sure she's got no weapons on her, I don't want to get shot or stabbed."" But. Agh, fine then" Karl said, not wanting to look like some sort of pervert. He edged toward the lady, and quietly, nudged a large bag filled with what was most likely her supplies bag, towards him. He dug through it, and found no weapons, just sustenance, a tent, medical equipment, flashlights, and more business flyers for some company called "Haven International." "Okay, she doesn't have a weapon." He whispered to Aaron, putting the bag back in place. "Ok, let me wake her up." He said to Aaron, getting ready to wake her up. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron kept his gun pointed at the lady. 'She's got some questions to answer.' He thought. "Karl, make sure she's got no weapons on her, I don't want to get shot or stabbed."" But. Agh, fine then" Karl said, not wanting to look like some sort of pervert. He edged toward the lady, and quietly, nudged a large bag filled with what was most likely her supplies bag, towards him. He dug through it, and found no weapons, just sustenance, a tent, medical equipment, flashlights, and more business flyers for some company called "Haven International." "Okay, she doesn't have a weapon." He whispered to Aaron, putting the bag back in place. "Ok, let me wake her up." He said to Aaron, getting ready to wake her up. Aaron nodded, keeping his gun pointed at her. "Hey, who are you?!" Karl said loudly to the sleeping woman under the tree, hoping to wake her up. At the midst of night, she woke up. Only to see a gun pointed at her. Shocked and still sleepy, she shouted''What the hell is wrong with you people!''she stood up and looked at the man. It was a cold night. She didn't even know if it was night or day. She called her company yet to no avail, there was no signal. The Haven International satellite already orbited.'' Damn''she went against the man and told him''I am CEO Leanne Haven of Haven International. I am here to check if our scientists are right about how dinosaur skin or parts of its body prolong the beauty of a person for at least 100 years.'' Hastings wrote:At the midst of night, she woke up. Only to see a gun pointed at her. Shocked and still sleepy, she shouted ''What the hell is wrong with you people!'' she stood up and looked at the man. It was a cold night. She didn't even know if it was night or day. She called her company yet to no avail, there was no signal. The Haven International satellite already orbited. ''Damn'' she went against the man and told him ''I am CEO Leanne Haven of Haven International. I am here to check if our scientists are right about how dinosaur skin or parts of its body prolong the beauty of a person for at least 100 years.''" That's why were over here asking you questions instead of being on our way." Karl asked bluntly and angrily. "What is the purpose of harvesting the skins of the creatures that I, I mean, Gen made? You aren't even supposed to be on the premises without permission, and, no offense, but I don't believe the authorities would just let a multi-millionaire CEO of a cosmetics company stroll into a dinosaur infested area. Besides, why would you wish to harm these creatures, shouldn't we study them before we use them for commercial purposes?" Karl asked. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Hastings wrote:At the midst of night, she woke up. Only to see a gun pointed at her. Shocked and still sleepy, she shouted ''What the hell is wrong with you people!'' she stood up and looked at the man. It was a cold night. She didn't even know if it was night or day. She called her company yet to no avail, there was no signal. The Haven International satellite already orbited. ''Damn'' she went against the man and told him ''I am CEO Leanne Haven of Haven International. I am here to check if our scientists are right about how dinosaur skin or parts of its body prolong the beauty of a person for at least 100 years.''" That's why were over here asking you questions instead of being on our way." Karl asked bluntly and angrily. "What is the purpose of harvesting the skins of the creatures that I, I mean, Gen made? You aren't even supposed to be on the premises without permission, and, no offense, but I don't believe the authorities would just let a multi-millionaire CEO of a cosmetics company stroll into a dinosaur infested area. Besides, why would you wish to harm these creatures, shouldn't we study them before we use them for commercial purposes?" Karl asked.'' My father served with the UN Secretariat General during the Korean War. Don't you dare threaten me. Were' not only for cosmetics, but also for ship building, Aeronautics, space ventures and Armaments.'' she looked upon Karl as she took her phone and sent a distress signal to home. Hoping for reinforcements. Hastings wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"That's why were over here asking you questions instead of being on our way." Karl asked bluntly and angrily. "What is the purpose of harvesting the skins of the creatures that I, I mean, Inge made? You aren't even supposed to be on the premises without permission, and, no offense, but I don't believe the authorities would just let a multi-millionaire CEO of a cosmetics company stroll into a dinosaur infested area. Besides, why would you wish to harm these creatures, shouldn't we study them before we use them for commercial purposes?" Karl asked.'' My father served with the UN Secretariat General during the Korean War. Don't you dare threaten me. Were' not only for cosmetics, but also for ship building, Aeronautics, space ventures and Armaments.'' she looked upon Karl as she took her phone and sent a distress signal to home. Hoping for reinforcements." I wasn't aiming for a threat, but a mere question if that was your interpretation, now, since you've made your points clear, I believe I should introduce myself, Madame. I am Dr. Karl Martial, working at Scranton Philadelphia for research of these creatures, and this gentleman is Aaron Waters, working for another company of which I can not recall, and you are? Fiery Armageddon wrote:Hastings wrote:''My father served with the UN Secretariat General during the Korean War. Don't you dare threaten me. Were' not only for cosmetics, but also for ship building, Aeronautics, space ventures and Armaments.'' she looked upon Karl as she took her phone and sent a distress signal to home. Hoping for reinforcements." I wasn't aiming for a threat, but a mere question if that was your interpretation, now, since you've made your points clear, I believe I should introduce myself, Madame. I am Dr. Karl Martial, working at Scranton Philadelphia for research of these creatures, and this gentleman is Aaron Waters, working for another company of which I can not recall, and you are?'' As I said, I am Leanne Haven of Haven International. CEO of that company and COO of Interstellar Space Program initiated by our co-partner; Regal Industries''She said. As she walked and set up her high-tech tent which included computers and a satellite. She also installed a mini-air conditioning system within the tent. The tent was 2 Meters tall and 7x7 meters wide. It was a large tent. Yet, due to the ingenuity of the Engineers at Haven International, they were able to put it in her supply bag. Moments later, a helicopter appeared and dropped more supplies.'' Let's see. A baton, more packs of food and water and a. Map?''she waved her hand as she entered her Tent. Locking the tent with a zipper and locked it further by an interlocking door. Hastings wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"I wasn't aiming for a threat, but a mere question if that was your interpretation, now, since you've made your points clear, I believe I should introduce myself, Madame. I am Dr. Karl Martial, working at Scranton Philadelphia for research of these creatures, and this gentleman is Aaron Waters, working for another company of which I can not recall, and you are?'' As I said, I am Leanne Haven of Haven International. CEO of that company and COO of Interstellar Space Program initiated by our co-partner; Regal Industries'' She said. As she walked and set up her high-tech tent which included computers and a satellite. She also installed a mini-air conditioning system within the tent. The tent was 2 Meters tall and 7x7 meters wide. It was a large tent. Yet, due to the ingenuity of the Engineers at Haven International, they were able to put it in her supply bag. Moments later, a helicopter appeared and dropped more supplies. ''Let's see. A baton, more packs of food and water and a. Map?'' she waved her hand as she entered her Tent. Locking the tent with a zipper and locked it further by an interlocking door." Interesting, hope that business is going well." Karl said. "Well, are you looking to go deeper, or stay here, because Aaron and I decided to head to the Abandoned Inge facility. So, want to head with us?" Karl asked. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Hastings wrote:''As I said, I am Leanne Haven of Haven International. CEO of that company and COO of Interstellar Space Program initiated by our co-partner; Regal Industries'' She said. As she walked and set up her high-tech tent which included computers and a satellite. She also installed a mini-air conditioning system within the tent. The tent was 2 Meters tall and 7x7 meters wide. It was a large tent. Yet, due to the ingenuity of the Engineers at Haven International, they were able to put it in her supply bag. Moments later, a helicopter appeared and dropped more supplies. ''Let's see. A baton, more packs of food and water and a. Map?'' she waved her hand as she entered her Tent. Locking the tent with a zipper and locked it further by an interlocking door." Interesting, hope that business is going well." Karl said. "Well, are you looking to go deeper, or stay here, because Aaron and I decided to head to the Abandoned Inge facility. So, want to head with us?" Karl asked. Hearing the voice outside, she got out of her Tent and nodded. She packed up her tent and placed it in her gigantic bag. She would put it on a stroller too.'' What's in the Inge Facility anyway?''she asked as she was packing up. Hastings wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Interesting, hope that business is going well." Karl said. "Well, are you looking to go deeper, or stay here, because Aaron and I decided to head to the Abandoned Inge facility. So, want to head with us?" Karl asked. Hearing the voice outside, she got out of her Tent and nodded. She packed up her tent and placed it in her gigantic bag. She would put it on a stroller too. ''What's in the Inge Facility anyway?'' she asked as she was packing up." Uh... Just, hopefully, some old documents of the place, and some equipment that could be useful while we're here on this island." Karl said, looking for an answer that wouldn't divert into more questions of his intentions on the Isla Huerta. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Hastings wrote:''My father served with the UN Secretariat General during the Korean War. Don't you dare threaten me. Were' not only for cosmetics, but also for ship building, Aeronautics, space ventures and Armaments.'' she looked upon Karl as she took her phone and sent a distress signal to home. Hoping for reinforcements." I wasn't aiming for a threat, but a mere question if that was your interpretation, now, since you've made your points clear, I believe I should introduce myself, Madame. I am Dr. Karl Martial, working at Scranton Philadelphia for research of these creatures, and this gentleman is Aaron Waters, working for another company of which I can not recall, and you are?" I'm not from any company, I'm from CAIRO." Hastiaka wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"That's why were over here asking you questions instead of being on our way." Karl asked bluntly and angrily. "What is the purpose of harvesting the skins of the creatures that I, I mean, Gen made? You aren't even supposed to be on the premises without permission, and, no offense, but I don't believe the authorities would just let a multi-millionaire CEO of a cosmetics company stroll into a dinosaur infested area. Besides, why would you wish to harm these creatures, shouldn't we study them before we use them for commercial purposes?" Karl asked.'' My father served with the UN Secretariat General during the Korean War. Don't you dare threaten me. Were' not only for cosmetics, but also for ship building, Aeronautics, space ventures and Armaments.'' she looked upon Karl as she took her phone and sent a distress signal to home. Hoping for reinforcements. Aaron lowered the gun a bit. "You do realize these reptiles aren't just big brutish creatures, they do have feeling." He said to the lady. "My orders are to start renovations of the old lab, CAIRO want's to make it our base here." James Sterling walks through the thick jungle. I didn't expect the jungle to be this thick. A big branch wacks James in the face knocking him backward." Fuck! Stupid branch." James got up and brushes himself off. As he's brushing himself off he hears a noise in the distance. He looks up. Nothing. He looks back down and keeps on brushing himself off. He hears another noise. It's closer." Who's there." Nothing. "I have a gun." James grabs for his shotgun and pulls it out. He hears the noise in front of him. He sees a bush moving." Shit." James starts to run, and a Velociraptor comes out of the bush. Another Velociraptor pops up in front of James. James pulls the trigger and it hits the Velociraptors legs. The Velociraptor falls to the ground. Then it stumbles to get up and limps back into the woods. James nears a big tree and climbs it. The other Velociraptor jumps to grab James, but misses. The Velociraptor hangs around for ten minutes then runs into the jungle. James, knowing how smart the Velociraptors are, calls for help. He pulls out his walkie-talkie and tries to contact Aaron." Hey Aaron. Karl. Anyone. I'm stuck in a tree about two miles north of you. There's an unknown number of Velociraptors below me and I need help. Please come." James waits and hopes that one of them hears his cry for help. North View Cong wrote:James Sterling walks through the thick jungle. I didn't expect the jungle to be this thick. A big branch wacks James in the face knocking him backward." Fuck! Stupid branch." James got up and brushes himself off. As he's brushing himself off he hears a noise in the distance. He looks up. Nothing. He looks back down and keeps on brushing himself off. He hears another noise. It's closer." Who's there." Nothing. "I have a gun." James grabs for his shotgun and pulls it out. He hears the noise in front of him. He sees a bush moving." Shit." James starts to run, and a Velociraptor comes out of the bush. Another Velociraptor pops up in front of James. James pulls the trigger and it hits the Velociraptors legs. The Velociraptor falls to the ground. Then it stumbles to get up and limps back into the woods. James nears a big tree and climbs it. The other Velociraptor jumps to grab James, but misses. The Velociraptor hangs around for ten minutes then runs into the jungle. James, knowing how smart the Velociraptors are, calls for help. He pulls out his walkie-talkie and tries to contact Aaron." Hey Aaron. Karl. Anyone. I'm stuck in a tree about two miles north of you. There's an unknown number of Velociraptors below me and I need help. Please come." James waits and hopes that one of them hears his cry for help. Aaron heard the voice from the Talkie Talkie. He picked it up. "James, James is that you? I'll try to come find you, just try and describe the surrounding scenery, anything noticeable?" Morning wrote:North View Cong wrote:James Sterling walks through the thick jungle. I didn't expect the jungle to be this thick. A big branch wacks James in the face knocking him backward." Fuck! Stupid branch." James got up and brushes himself off. As he's brushing himself off he hears a noise in the distance. He looks up. Nothing. He looks back down and keeps on brushing himself off. He hears another noise. It's closer." Who's there." Nothing. "I have a gun." James grabs for his shotgun and pulls it out. He hears the noise in front of him. He sees a bush moving." Shit." James starts to run, and a Velociraptor comes out of the bush. Another Velociraptor pops up in front of James. James pulls the trigger and it hits the Velociraptors legs. The Velociraptor falls to the ground. Then it stumbles to get up and limps back into the woods. James nears a big tree and climbs it. The other Velociraptor jumps to grab James, but misses. The Velociraptor hangs around for ten minutes then runs into the jungle. James, knowing how smart the Velociraptors are, calls for help. He pulls out his walkie-talkie and tries to contact Aaron." Hey Aaron. Karl. Anyone. I'm stuck in a tree about two miles north of you. There's an unknown number of Velociraptors below me and I need help. Please come." James waits and hopes that one of them hears his cry for help. Aaron heard the voice from the Talkie Talkie. He picked it up. "James, James is that you? I'll try to come find you, just try and describe the surrounding scenery, anything noticeable?"" Well. It's all pretty much the same. There is a river to the south of me, about a half mile. The Inge Facility is around two miles to the north-west." "Damn, doesn't sound good, we should move, see if James needs anything." Karl said to Aaron and Leanne. "So, let's go, and Leanne, are you coming with us, or not? Make up your mind now, because I think we're going to start leaving soon, with or without you." Karl asked Leanne urgently. Aaron started walking off, hoping the other two would follow. "Well, nice to meet you, but we're leaving, hope you do well, if you do not come with us." Karl said, noticing Aaron leaving. "So, head for the sound of the Shotgun firing, or just head straight for the Inge Laboratory?" Karl asked Aaron. Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Well, nice to meet you, but we're leaving, hope you do well, if you do not come with us." Karl said, noticing Aaron leaving. "So, head for the sound of the Shotgun firing, or just head straight for the Inge Laboratory?" Karl asked Aaron." We better find him, otherwise if he survives he'll be wanting revenge." Aaron replied. Morning wrote:Fiery Armageddon wrote:"Well, nice to meet you, but we're leaving, hope you do well, if you do not come with us." Karl said, noticing Aaron leaving. "So, head for the sound of the Shotgun firing, or just head straight for the Inge Laboratory?" Karl asked Aaron." We better find him, otherwise if he survives he'll be wanting revenge." Aaron replied." Ok then." Karl said, taking his pistol out of its holster. He then had to swat some branches out of his way. "This forest is dense, so remember, be wary, I don't want someone's death on my hands." Karl said as he started to remember the original park and its incident. He shook it off. "I hope he's close, I don't want to find out he went to the Dark Swamps, if so, he's just leading us to a death trap." He said as he walked towards the sound of the shotgun firing. Fiery Armageddon wrote:Morning wrote:"We better find him, otherwise if he survives he'll be wanting revenge." Aaron replied." Ok then." Karl said, taking his pistol out of its holster. He then had to swat some branches out of his way. "This forest is dense, so remember, be wary, I don't want someone's death on my hands." Karl said as he started to remember the original park and its incident. He shook it off. "I hope he's close, I don't want to find out he went to the Dark Swamps, if so, he's just leading us to a death trap." He said as he walked towards the sound of the shotgun firing. Aaron ran towards the gunshots. "If he isn't in the area, he's as good as dead." James looks around. He knows that Aaron and Karl will get there, but he doesn't want to wait. He knows that there could be an Allosaurus nearby interested in the commotion. James starts jumping from tree to tree. James slips, but grabs onto a branch before he falls to the ground. A Velociraptor runs up and jumps. The raptor grabs James's ankle."Oh, Fuck." screams James. The raptor hangs on. James violent shakes his foot around. The raptor falls to the ground bringing a piece of James's ankle and shoe down. James grabs his shotgun and shoots the raptor. BANG! BANG! The raptor falls....DEAD." Yes. In your face you fucking raptor." James pulls himself up. He patches him self up and continues on to his destination, The Inge Facility. North View Cong wrote:James looks around. He knows that Aaron and Karl will get there, but he doesn't want to wait. He knows that there could be an Allosaurus nearby interested in the commotion. James starts jumping from tree to tree. James slips, but grabs onto a branch before he falls to the ground. A Velociraptor runs up and jumps. The raptor grabs James's ankle."Oh, Fuck." screams James. The raptor hangs on. James violent shakes his foot around. The raptor falls to the ground bringing a piece of James's ankle and shoe down. James grabs his shotgun and shoots the raptor. BANG! BANG! The raptor falls....DEAD." Yes. In your face you fucking raptor." James pulls himself up. He patches him self up and continues on to his destination, The Inge Facility. Aaron heard some noises up ahead. Thinking it might be James he sped up, soon finding a dead velociraptor. He picked up the walkie-talkie. "James, it's Aaron. Did you kill the velociraptor?" Morning wrote:North View Cong wrote:James looks around. He knows that Aaron and Karl will get there, but he doesn't want to wait. He knows that there could be an Allosaurus nearby interested in the commotion. James starts jumping from tree to tree. James slips, but grabs onto a branch before he falls to the ground. A Velociraptor runs up and jumps. The raptor grabs James's ankle."Oh, Fuck." screams James. The raptor hangs on. James violent shakes his foot around. The raptor falls to the ground bringing a piece of James's ankle and shoe down. James grabs his shotgun and shoots the raptor. BANG! BANG! The raptor falls....DEAD." Yes. In your face you fucking raptor." James pulls himself up. He patches him self up and continues on to his destination, The Inge Facility. Aaron heard some noises up ahead. Thinking it might be James he sped up, soon finding a dead velociraptor. He picked up the walkie-talkie. "James, it's Aaron. Did you kill the velociraptor?" James is limping through the woods. He stops. The pain is unbearable. He looks down at his ankle. The Gauls are soaked in blood. James replaces the Gauls and cleans the wound. James looks out and sees the Inge Facility. It's a couple of hundreds of feet away. James was about to go when his walkie-talkie goes off." James, it's Aaron, Did you kill the Velociraptor?" Aaron's voice comes over the radio. James looks down and grabs the radio, which fell on the ground. He fixes the signal and speaks." Hey Aaron. Yea I did kill the raptor. I'll be at the Inge Facility. Meet me there." James puts the radio away and goes to the Inge Facility. He opens up one of the security doors and finds a small office looking room with computers. James closes the door and sets up a little camp to rest. He sits there and waits for Aaron. Aaron turned to Karl and the other girl. "He's at the Inge Building, we better hurry up." He said to the two, speeding up and hoping they would follow him. *he sits quiet looking out the window at the island, he checks his equipment and readies himself for the fast rope. He slides the door open and drops the rope down onto the beach as the held hovers, he grips the rope hard but not to hard so he can slide down. He slopes down the rope out of the held, one hitting the ground he advances up the beach m4 at the ready. The held detaches the rope and takes off, and he checks his gear and his rifle and pistol, he puts on his boogie hat and glasses and starts to advance into the forest towards the Inge facility with a fast pace. As he goes into the forest he checks his sectors with hos rifle at the ready and set on single fire, he moves with the thickness of the forest in his camouflage, he drops his gun and lets it dangle on the sling as he sprays himself with odor killer (used for IRL hunting) he would then put it away ready his rifle again and continue to the facility. * Morning wrote:Aaron turned to Karl and the other girl. "He's at the Inge Building, we better hurry up." He said to the two, speeding up and hoping they would follow him. James is leaning against a table breathing heavily. He is in severe pain. He grabs his radio. Before he can call Aaron he hears the distinctive growl of the Velociraptor. Shit. This isn't good, thinks James. Suddenly there is a loud bang against the door. The raptor is trying to get in. Shit. Shit. James sits there hearing the raptor repeatedly bang against the door. He grabs his shotgun and aims at the door. The banging suddenly stops. James quickly grabs his radio." Aaron. Aaron. Where are you? You need to get here quickly. But, be careful there's a raptor outside the door. Remember I'm in the Inge Facility. The security door than I'm behind has a number 5 on it. Please come as fast as you can and help me. I'm bleeding and in pain. Please come here fast." James puts down the radio and waits for Aaron... or the raptor, whichever gets to him first. North View Cong wrote:Morning wrote:Aaron turned to Karl and the other girl. "He's at the Inge Building, we better hurry up." He said to the two, speeding up and hoping they would follow him. James is leaning against a table breathing heavily. He is in severe pain. He grabs his radio. Before he can call Aaron he hears the distinctive growl of the Velociraptor. Shit. This isn't good, thinks James. Suddenly there is a loud bang against the door. The raptor is trying to get in. Shit. Shit. James sits there hearing the raptor repeatedly bang against the door. He grabs his shotgun and aims at the door. The banging suddenly stops. James quickly grabs his radio." Aaron. Aaron. Where are you? You need to get here quickly. But, be careful there's a raptor outside the door. Remember I'm in the Inge Facility. The security door than I'm behind has a number 5 on it. Please come as fast as you can and help me. I'm bleeding and in pain. Please come here fast." James puts down the radio and waits for Aaron... or the raptor, whichever gets to him first. Aaron turned to the rest. "You'd better run fast, because I plan to." He said, running as fast as he can. "James, if you can hear me, if the bloody raptor tries getting in blow it's bloody head off, I'll get there soon as I can." He said, running as fast a could

A Journey to Site C, a Jurassic Park RP (IC)|rating:2.0

Hard A port! (IC)

In the port town of Carroll one of the few neutral grounds of the war, this town caters for all, Venus, genus, state or renegades. The governor has just been murdered, word on the streets is that the lord privy Chamberlain did it. But no-one dares speak it for being murdered can be quite catching. And into this mess steps a rag tag band of misfits, (you lot) are blamed for the plot. You flee from the law of (arguably) the most powerful man in the world (all 3 empires need Carroll but seizing it would provoke the anger of the other 2) you board a fully stoked and loaded ship The Wave grinder, which you re christen The Harlequin dream and leave, It has been half a day since these events, and now you see three small vessels approaching they are all flying the flag of Carroll. Make your move, sweet cheeks. Eric Ran quickly hurried to the back of the ship, then stood and stared at the ships approaching." Edward... I have a feeling these guys aren't coming for a friendly cup of tea. What's the plan? If they attack, I'll be sure to show them the true power of nature. Alien walks out onto the deck to take a look at the ship, despite a long time out at sea after his exile his hair is still short and smart along with his tight, near flawless clothes." I didn't leave my home to be brought to heel by Maryellen dogs, as soon as one ventures too close I shall give it a taste of arcane lightning. Edward Hale snarled as he peered through his spyglass at the vessels. He figured there wasn't much of a chance they'd get away without a fight, or at least a chase, but he could always hope. The flag they were flying did nothing to assuage his mood. He hated being blamed for doing something he didn't almost as much as he hated being caught for something he had. Lowering the spyglass Hale looked back over his ship. He had rarely been aboard so fine a vessel, most of his endeavors had been aboard single-mast sloops. He took a moment to be thankful he wasn't running in one of those. He turned about and stalked away from the stern of the Harlequin Dream. "Full sheet, tack her across starboard, give me a broad reach and keep those lines taut! The first cur caught letting my wind spill is going to serve as anchor!" he bellowed. Stopping at the railings of the quarterdeck, Hale leaned down and yelled at the milling men below, "Get me a report of what I've got to work with here, the winds may not hold to our favor." He considered that last statement and turned to regard Eric Ran. "I wonder Mister Ran, what you can do for us in that regard? Any chance that vaunted nature of yours can carry us against the weather gauge?" he inquired. "Oh yes, and Cap'n will do fine."IOC:Spoiler Hide What does he see through his spyglass? Ie: Ship class, obvious weapons, crew complement, sails, etc. Also, what does the ship have to work with armament and supplies-wise? Julia With a slightly greened face and a look of annoyance, Julia steps out from below to see what all the hubbub is about... This is so odd. What is the plan for me here? Nothing was straightforward about the task she was on this time. She wasn't even sure how she ended up being criminalized with this bunch of pirates and thieves. It was easier to run with them than be hung by a lunatic for false charges. Wary to reveal her true powers, Julia has spent most of her time so far staying unnoticed below decks. She didn't even know if this ragtag crew accepted her as one of them. Clasping her cloak tight and using her walking stick for balance on the shifting deck she approaches the man in charge. In her sweetest voice she asks, Excuse me...uhh...sir. I'm a little uneasy about what is going on right now. I'd be grateful to know what exactly it is we're doing, fine sir. Lascivious busies himself manning the sails while the Captain shouts." Aye aye, Captain! Let 'em come near, I'll board 'em myself and take 'em all on with me handy whips and nutting else!" Hale looked down at the pleasantly polite little halfling. She was very near the epitome of cuteness itself, if not for a bit of weathering around the eyes. Still, she was very cute. Edward didn't like cute. Couldn't trust it. He'd lost more than a few comrades to "cute"." What we're doin', little miss, is trying not to die. Now I don't suppose you're handy around a sword or belaying pin, cause sailin' and fightin' is our direct future," he managed. She didn't look too capable of either, but if she could haul a line or man a bow she could be more useful than not. "I'd wager you wouldn't want to fall prisoner anymore'n the rest o' us." Eric turned towards the Captain a smile on his face. Definently. Just say when, and I'll have this vessel cruising at a merry pace. Julia Julia's eyes widen in shock. Goodness no sir... Being captured by those lying scoundrels... She looks down and blushes. It seems her language has gotten away from her. Excuse me, I'll try to be helpful. I've never sailed before though. She scrambles away and begins to climb with amazing grace up to the highest crossbeam. She sits daintily cross legged upon the wood, not caring a bit for the height. Furthermore, she produces a book from her backpack and begins to write. I pray these fools don't make me kill them... Spoiler Hide Dance of the Spider stance! The graceful young woman that stood amidships, leaning over the rail to catch a glimpse of their pursuers stood smartly at attention when the captain started barking orders. Morgan's scarred face remained carefully expressionless as she shouted a hoarse,"Aye, aye Cap'n"back at him, and began making her way into the rigging. With agility and poise that, to a knowledgeable eye, proved her worthy of the elegant rapier at her side she clambered up to the sails, intent on achieving the captain's goal of full sails. For while Morgan, like the first mate, was quite ready to teach the ignorant sons-of-a-sahuagin that would accuse her of murder that she was perfectly capable of spilling blood in a fair fight, her mentor had taught her not to tempt fate needlessly. As Gray had pointed out, luck had a way of coming back at you if you depended on it. However, as the dualist and privateer adjusted the strap over her shoulder that secured her crossbow and buckler, perhaps luck was what would help them get ahead of their pursuers today. [IOC: Forgot to roll a check for helping with the sails and whatnot. Also, activating my belt to let me take 10 on all climb/balance checks this round.] Spoiler Hide Profession (sailor): (1d20+5)[15] The second young woman of the mottled group suddenly emerges from below. After dusting off her trousers and straightening the shining red hair that frames her beautiful face she heads up to the captain, swaying as she goes but not so much from the ship's movements." Well, captain. She seems like a beautiful ship, no leaks to be f-"she breaks off as she notices the ships pursuing them." Oh." Quickly she heads over to the rail, picking her own Spyglass from her belt and takes a peek at the pursuers." I guess I should've known. Do you think we can outrun them, captain? I haven't come to know our ship yet, and I'd really like to avoid hurting her in a fight." Wind strength(1d3)[2](light to strong)@HarkonneSpoiler Hide 2 of them are Cogs, both armed with ballistas, with your current course (slice you're sailing crosswind at the moment) will be easily left behind, but the Diamond flagship seems to pose a threat, that's all that's broadly obvious, spot check for more @CalenestelSpoiler Hide feel free to look at hark one's spoiler, this time, in addition the cogs are fully crewed and the Drummond is armed with 3 ballistas (2 on the stern, 1 on the bow) a fire spout and a heavy bombard Hale looked to the billowing sails, noting that it seemed everyone knew what they were doing. Still, as he looked back over his shoulder at the ships pursuing, he needed to rig the deck a little further in his favor. He listened half-interested to Fiona's concerns, knowing them to be on everyone's mind. The little cogs weren't going to be a problem the way things were, but the big brute in the middle was a little too worrying about the captain's liking. It was time to cheat." Very well then Mister Ran, I do believe a call for a change in weather is in order. I need a good solid wind South-Southeast, right across the weather gauge. Fiona! Bring her around to hard port, a right 90!" he bellowed across the vessel. Cupping his hands around his mouth he called up to those in the rigging, "Morgan, we're bringing her abeam the wind, but rig it for a broad reach! And hold tight, I can't imagine the transition is going to be a pleasant one!" He looked back at the pursuing boats. There was a chance they'd get a shot off as the Harlequin Dream made to cut across them, if only in desperation. "Lascivious, go grab that halting and see what this girl is packing below decks. We don't need anything fancy, just a broadside to keep their head down long enough for us to pull out of the wind and into our own personal gust." With that he looked back beyond the bow of the boat, bringing his spyglass to his eye, trying to get a good look at what that damnable flagship might be packing. Spoiler Hide Spot check: (1d20+12)[30] This is not including any bonus for the spyglass. The sights through the spyglass makes the sorceress pale visibly, and she is unusually quiet when she puts it back. Shereallyhoped the Dream could outrun the flagship. Like Hale she didn't really think the cogs would be of any danger to them, not with a sly fox like him as a captain, but the bigger, faster ship... That one was a nightmare to fight with an unfamiliar, undercrewed ship. Hale's below shakes from her brooding, though, and she quickly heads over to the helm." Ninety degrees port, aye!" As soon as the wind changes she starts turning the wheel, forcing -no, coaxing-the Harlequin Dream into a new, unexpected course. Eric moves astern of the mast, ready to cast his spell once the vessel is pointed in the right direction. Alright, then, we're about to start moving. Those of us of...smaller size may wish to find safer places than high masts. He aims a look at Julia as he says this. As soon as the vessel turns and the small characters can find a safer place, he casts Favorable Wind. "Aye, aye Cap'n!" Morgan called down from her lofty perch. Wrapping her legs around the spar for stability, she set to work, setting the rigging as it would be needed. From this height, she could make out the other ships clearly, and get a general idea of what was going on. This wasn't going to be pretty, but if they could outrun the little ships, perhaps a fight with the big one could turn in their favor. Long odds, but shorter than taking on all three ships at once. Spoiler Hide Profession (sailor) again: (1d20+5)[19] Alien stands around nervously, not really sure what to do in this hive of activity. "Any orders for me... uh captain?" He is obviously out of his element due to his lack of understanding for the fine art that is sailing and would be more content to stand and fight on open ground. Julia Julia scampers down the mast as easily as she scaled it. No need to get blown into the water.^ Julia........^ She staggers a bit on the deck and clutches her head. She grits her teeth and walks on normally. Is it time again?^ Get ready Lascivious approaches the halfling." Let's see what this baby is packin'!"he says, before heading below deck to see what kind of weapons the ship has. Alfons stays up in the crow's nest, watching the pursuing ships. He had his sling out, a marble already set in it as it glowed a faint red. He listened to the commotion below and upon hearing the plans to use magical winds to try and escape, he keeps low in the crow's nest, so the winds don't cause him any trouble. If the enemy closed in even with the winds, or he needed to get down fast, he could always jump overboard, dive into the water, then wait for them to throw him a line. He sat, remembering a few past contracts he'd done with this group. Endless adventure and trouble seemed to follow this captain. The ship speeds away from the 2 cogs, their shots falling short. The diamond falls behind, you've bought your selves time. If you can keep this dead run course up and get far enough away, the ship will have to give up. All deck hands make prof (sailor) checks, Argonne make 5 for the crew under your leadership using your bonus-7 Fiona Saar Glancing over her shoulder the sorceress sees the enemy ships fall behind. Triumphantly she throws her head back and laughs, a peal of laughter that is more out of exultation than schadenfreude." That's it! Keep it up, Eric! Keep it up!" Spoiler Hide Sailor - (1d20+3)[15] Morgan allowed herself a small smile as she saw them pulling away from the diamond. Clinging to the rigging as the magical wind whipped the exposed bits of her hair around, the dualist's focus was on the competition. The challenge of seeing whether their half-manned stolen ship could leave a fleet of probably fully manned and armed warships in their wake. But that would only happen if she did her part. So thinking, Morgan ignored the wind, and set about making the sails perfectly set to receive it. Spoiler Hide Profession (sailor): (1d20+5)[8] Eric smiled as the wind continued to move the ship. Hey, this isn't too bad. Last time I had to do this, we were running from one of Iron fang's ships. I'm glad that Bahrain pirate isn't here now! Hale smiled despite himself as he saw the cogs begin to fade in the distance, and even the mighty flagship began to fall behind. He'd have to see that Eric got a little extra next time the bottle made its rounds. Still, celebration hadn't sung out yet, and the captain knew better than to give call for revelry when the enemy sailed at his aft, however the distance may be changing." Fiona, hold her steady on mister Ran's gauge. Alien, if you would be so kind as to join Morgan in the rigging, I want every thread aboard this boat flying hard, and not a sheet flapping loose! Morgan will show you the basics, up ya go," he said, almost cheerfully. Spinning quickly about he grabbed hold a loose line and hauled hard, tying it off on a nearby belaying spin. With a flourish he nimbly leapt atop the railing, steadying himself against the shifting of the ship with the line in hand, his grinning visage facing the slowly shrinkingDromond. "Right lads! Hold the line fast and coax the wind; we'll lose those mangy curs before light's fading!IOC:Spoiler Hide Profession (Sailor) for the crew: (1d20+5)[13] (1d20+5)[10] (1d20+5)[23] (1d20+5)[16] (1d20+5)[16] Assisting all hand with Profession (Sailor) for Edward Hale: (1d20+12)[29] The ship safely steers away from the Drummond. It will be weeks before they send another ship with better preparations Where to now? The open sea is before you, a world full of opportunities. Fiona Saar"Hah! That's it! We did it!" Smiling jubilantly the sorceress helms-woman looks to her comrades. Of course, their enemies might just send a new ship better equipped to handle them later. But for now they were safe. And free to work their own mischief. With a slightly wicked grin she looks to Edward." So. Where to now, oh fearless leader?" Hale let loose a booming laugh as theDrummondfaded away alongside the cogs, lost behind the horizon. They were in the clear blue now, and he intended to keep it that way. Before long the realities of running a ship sank back into the captain, and he began to set about putting things into their proper order. "Right then hands, well done! We've put a good space o' the blue between us and them, and no mistake. But we've got much to do before we break into the festive drinks. Mr Ran, keep us moving on this course, if you please, for as long as is comfortable; I don't feel any particular need to tax your reserves just yet." He looked down to the deck. "Miss Fiona," he called behind him, "if you'd be so kind as to keep her steady until Eric here runs a bit low on steam, then bring her around along the gauge, a steady Nor-East I think." He briefly surveyed his boat. "Morgan, when you get a chance I think a change in colors is in order. Get me a new flag and get it flying post-haste. Something a bit more appropriate, if you get me drift. Alfons! Keep a weather eye for reefs, the last thing I want is to get this far just to run aground and be blasted to kindling by those gun-deck-born Carroll dogs. And dry land while you're at it; we're going to need a place to call berth before too long." He strode down the stairs from the quarterdeck, surveying the Harlequin Dream. "Lascivious! I need to know what she's packing below decks! And for that matter, get me a list of what supplies we're carrying." He walked calmly towards the bow, climbing up the forecastle. He relished in the wind howling through the tight rigging, tugging at his coat and whipping his hair. The ship lurched gently as it sped against the waves, splashing his face with spray. He'd been away from the sea too long." And someone get me some bloody maps!" he howled. "Keep her steady until the winds change, then north-east! Aye, captain! Grinning broadly, a wild beauty with her red hair flying in the magical wind, the sorceress stays by the wheel. This was exhilarating and, unlike Hale, she hadn't any real responsibility beyond holding the course. Lascivious is checking out what kind of weapons the ship has and is then going to do an inventory of supplies. Julia^Rather disappointing. As you were^Julia springs about the deck, helping out wherever she can. When she catches a moment to herself, she pulls out her trusty notebook and begins to write. Mostly the details of life on the high seas as a....ERM....treasure seeker. There seem to be quite a few characters onboard. Alien paces about on deck, wishing he was more useful to such a seasoned crew. He mutters to himself quietly wanting to get words out but not wanting to be overheard by anyone. "So you are just going to pace about uselessly like a dead weight? Pull yourself together, prove that you are worth keeping, you didn't leave the State to mope around on deck of a stolen ship. You had a plan, and you will stick to it." @gokenSpoiler Hide the ship has 2 bombards and a winch mechanism for a boarding ramp. It ALS has a fortnights worth of supplies of the entire crew. Ran walked over to the captain after the duration of his spell. Captain, if I may, there's a port two weeks away, Messina. It's the type of place where people don't ask questions. We can easily hide the ship there, and gather supplies. If we need some money, finding someone who needs a ship won't be a problem. Hale considered Ran's suggestion. It had the notable benefit of being the only plan any of them had come up with, so he was loath to dismiss it out of hand. He looked out to sea as he pondered their course, quietly enjoying the swells." Messina it is then, for the moment. Find me a decent chart and give Miss Fiona the course," he said at last. "Just know that I'll be eating my beloved hat before I turn over the keel of the Dream," he added.IOC:Spoiler Hide So we need some idea of a map, as well as what our options are. Well your options are completely and utterly open, your on a boat you can go anywhere, except Carroll cos your kinda wanted there. You in the great sea, surrounded by the empires, this part of the sea is full of independents and republicans as it more or less equidistant from the empires. Lascivious goes back above deck and reports to the Captain." Cap'n! The ship's got two bombards and a wench to board other ships. As for supplies, we got about two weeks' worth for the whole crew." As the boat neared the port city of Messina, Eric turned towards the captain. Sir, I think you may need to know some things before we enter the city. It's ruled by Lord Handel. He's been looking to colonize for years. He's in his fifties. We don't want to get him mad. Everything here is controlled by him. The major players are a merchants' guild, two rival thieves guilds, and a sort of protection racket and adventurers guild willing to do anything to make a name for themselves. It might have changed since I was here last, I haven't been here in person long enough to understand the politics in a while. Once we land, we've got to go through the authorities. Make sure we have some cash handy, it's not cheap to dock with no records. Once we land, I have to meet a contact of mine, a skilled craftsman, Nate Reed. He has prepared something for me, a glass cage. A giant eel, a pet I have tamed, is waiting here as well. This cage allows him some room to swim around, so we can store him on the ship while sailing, and let him loose when needed. Are there any questions about the city? What are your plans when we get there? If you want to search for jobs, make prof (sailor) checks and add half your spot mods. Fiona Saar Leaning over the rail and studying the port the Sorceress helmsman looks rather wistful, even longing. It's so like home I could almost... No... Running her hands over the smooth wood of the rail with much more accustomed motions than before she scans the wharves and alleys and seems to relax, the feel of wood soothing her in a way. Then she turns her head, looking over her shoulder towards the captain." So, captain... Are you going to let the crew ashore or just go with a few men to look for work?" Spoiler Hide I just wanted to keep the thread alive. I'll wait with posting the rolls until I know how/if I get to shore. Comon peeps we need those rolls... Earlier:Morgan finished what she was doing above, and swung down easily to carry out the captain's orders, searching for a neutral flag, preferably with a fierceness to it that wouldn't mark them as pirates just yet. Present day:Arriving at deck in full regalia, Morgan was apparently ready to head into town despite having pulled a late watch shift. With one hand resting on the hilt of her sword as she watched the Messina harbor grow steadily closer, she looked up at the captain, her face expressionless as usual." Orders, Cap'n?"[Rolls in IOC thread] After the ship was safely docked, Ran left the ship and entered Messina. Nate Reed's shop was his first stop, after which he would spend some time exploring the city. It could become their home port, and he wanted to know as much as possible. Vaulting over the railings of the Harlequin Dreamland landing with a heavy thud on the docks below, Hale strode with purpose into the busy dockyards, his eyes scanning the crowds. He could already pick out the tell-tale signs of merchants and privateers, some skirting the dangerous gray area between a letter or marque and outright piracy. It felt reassuring to the veteran captain. He looked sidelong at Morgan and Fiona, "Hit some of the local dives, see what the word around the port is. I'm going to make nice with a few of the local trade-lords and captains and see what legitimate work is lying about, but I want my options open so don't go turning anything down off-hand." Spoiler Hide Profession Sailor to find work: (1d20+14)[31] Fiona Sabras she doesn't really get a straight answer about the crew the Ship's Mage hurries back to the Harlequin when the good captain strides off in search of some lucrative work. There she quickly makes up a hurried, but rather fair, schedule making sure that two thirds of the crew stayed on board and alert while one third was allowed ashore. The sorceress tries hard to make it clear to the men that solidarity was important, that next time those who got shore leave first might be the ones keeping watch, and that anyone late for exchange of guard duty would be punished as well as destroying their own chances for next time. After that she realizes that she'll need to set a good example and while it itches to hit the better taverns and inns she decides to stay on board, taking command while the captain was away. But she vows to make up for it when someone suitable for command returned. Spoiler Hide So I'm not going with the captain. Well, the rolls IOC might not come into play, but I'll use them if nothing happens before someone else states that his/her character returns. (Hey, someone should keep an eye on the ship) After carfull searching of the port side taverns and the dock house a ma... no... war..... humanoid of indeterminate species approaches you. You maybe justest what I need, but firsssssst tell me Edward are your men up for the job? There is something hidden bellow the mountain of NewTek that I greatly desire if you could fffffech it for me. If you want to know more on the mountain of NewTek know (arcane) or know (geography or similar) is required. Morgan waved farewell to Fiona as she followed the captain into town. Morgan would have to remember to come back and give Fiona a break while there was still some daylight left. However, that was a concern for later. Looping one hand through her sword belt, and checking that her coin purse was in her pocket and well secured, she made her way into the town of Messina. Following the captain's orders, she headed towards what looked like a seedier section of town. If this place were true to its reputation, it would have enough dives and other places for the less-then-legal types to hang out. Picking the first one that caught her eye, she strode in with her eyes and ears open for the possibility of a job. Hale narrowed his gaze as he looked down on the strange... being. "I'm listening, and I'll vouch for my crew well enough..." Yesssssssss deep below the mountain lies the remains of a valuable machine, the machine of lump the mad. Bring it back to me, and you will be greatly rewarded, but be warned, Edward, you are not the only one sssssssseeeking my trussssssst. There is a loud bang as one of Edwards sailors comes rushing in slamming the door behind him. Murder! There all dead! Mutiny! The man seems raving mad. Edward turns to the man and punches him, Calm down boy, now tell me, what is going- A crossbow bolt thuds into the floor, which promptly dissolves What have you done, you son of a---Edward turns and yells at the things told you that would have competition, they are just being competitive Masseter Edward. The ship! Exclaims the sailor before getting hit by one of the arrows Spoiler Hide (1d10+4)[8] Eric headed back towards the ship, he needed additional help with the cage. AlphonsWith a loud thud a small halfling with blue-tinted skin tumbled out of the door of a tavern, a sign being placed on the door reading "CLOSED: OUT OF STOCK!" The halfling stood up, adjusting his clothes and making a rude gesture at the door. He stumbled a bit as he decided to find the res TOF the crew. He hadn't seen any of them in a while, and he was out of money to buy more drinks. Maybe one of them would buy him a drink... or just give him money so he could buy the drinks himself. Unless it was that cutey, she could buy him drinks. He chuckled, rubbing his face then stumbling on. His cheeks and nose were flush purple and his eyes only half open. Certainly an odd sight by any standard. Morgan emerged from yet another seedy bar without a job offer. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she looked up at the sun, the at the surrounding streets. It was about time for her to head back, and give Fiona some time to hit the town before nightfall. While she knew the spells linger could care for herself, fewer ruffians felt the need to pick on the obviously dangerous crew members. And if Morgan's assessment of the town was right, there were plenty of ruffians to be found around town. With long, purposeful strides, the duelist began making her way back to the ship. Fiona Saar After a quick inspection round of the Harlequin Dream the sorceress takes a place near the helm, sitting cross legged on the deck with her back to the rail. She liked this ship of theirs. She liked the feel of her. Closing her eyes she goes into another session of meditation, she didn't have to do it anymore. TheDreamwas as familiar to her now as her own hands or feet, and she wouldn't harm her with even a fireball. But she had grown accustomed to it. Slowing her breathing she sits perfectly still, almost like a tracing elf. Spoiler Hide Just checking in. And getting some feeling for the character again. @fiona hears running footsteps behind herself, turning around you see a white, reptilian figure in robes similar to your own. I will not be denied my heritage, Warm blood! Spoiler Hide (1d20+9)[25] (1d20+1)[6] He shoves you of the Harlequin dreamland orders his reptilian crew you just spot swarming over the ship and brutal overwhelming the rest of the crew. Fiona Saar Getting disturbed in one's meditations is never something one enjoys. When the disturbance is followed with being shoved overboard then one can safely say that one is having a bad day. Fiona contemplates this as she falls to the water. She tries to twist a bit so that she hits the water best, without hurting herself. When she's submerged she simply twists again and stays below the waves for a little while, figuring out what to do. One of her rings makes it as easy for her to breathe water as air, and she's in no hurry. Except for the ship being attacked and most of her possessions still being on board the ship. HER ship. Without hesitation, she casts a spell on herself, creating several duplicates of the redheaded sorceress, and then she swims for the surface. Spoiler Hide First off: A swim check if the DM wants it: Swim - (1d202)[42] (Edit: D'oh! I forgot the +. Will roll IOC. And then a die roll to see how many duplicates Fiona gets when she casts Mirror Image: (1d4+2)[5] The watermarking stumbles to the docks, sobering up upon seeing the ship being attacked. He ducks behind a crate, taking out his magic sling and placing a marble in it. He gets a quick look, finding the nearest target, and begins to twirl it, taking aim. With a growl he flings it, waiting for it to hit its mark. Spoiler Hide Roll for hide check (d20+10)[23] Roll for Spot? (d20+10)[26] Roll Initiative (d20+4)[23] Roll Attack (d20+11)[13] Roll Damage (1d3+3)[5] Sneak Attack damage if I can get it (2d6)[8] Morgan rounded a corner in time for a yell, and the familiar sound of hustling feet on a ship deck to pull her from her thoughts. Looking up, she could see a commotion on board the deck of the Harlequin Dream, but she couldn't make out exactly what was happening. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Wondering exactly what kind of trouble they were in this time, Morgan sprinted down the street, her boots striking the cobblestones solidly as she ran towards the gangplank. Spoiler Hide I thought I would help keep the group together, and arrive in the nick of time. I'll leave it up to you whether Morgan can make it up the gangplank this round, or not. Also, AC 18, with Dodge against the first person who looks about to attack me. Edward comes screaming round the corner when he gets hit by a shot from the dreams 2 bombards Spoiler Hide (8d6)[29] (d3)[1] Alfons marble sailsthrought the air and hits the side of the ship, living a remarkable dent. Edward falls to the found, unconscious and bleeding very badly, his right leg and arm have been sheared off. Alfons grumbles, blaming his drunkenness for his bad aim, sneaking closer and looking for an opponent to bring down. Spoiler Hide (d20+10)[19] Move Silently (d20+10)[13] Spot? (d20+10)[14] @CrovernusSpoiler Hide By this time all you can see is the back of the kobold helmsman. He is however within range of your sling. They do not spot you When Eric saw what was happening, he started to hurry but appeared calm. With a quick word and hand gesture, he cast theentanglespell, centered on the helmsman. Morgan ran after the ship as quickly as she could. There was no time to load her crossbow, but if she could get aboard the ship she might be able to do something. Running up the dock, she looked around for any way she could climb onto the ship. Spoiler Hide Spot check, maybe? (1d20+1)[19] Fiona Saar Treading water the sorceress spies for the biggest group of lizards where there are no crewmen in the way. They werenottaking her ship! When she finds an opening she quickly falls into her spell casting, retrieving a small piece of sulfur and bat guano from a heavy leather case at her belt. The stuff was soaked, but magic didn't care about that. After she has finished her chanting and gesturing the small ball bursts into flame and streaks to theHarlequinwhere it explodes in a Fireball. As soon as the ball takes of she dives and swims to the side ready to emerge for another salvo soon enough. Spoiler Hide Standard action: Cast Fireball (thanks to feat selection that won't harm our ship): Hurt - (6d6)[11] Edit: Aw, COME ON! Move action: Swim to the side 7.5 feet (it's not much, I don't have a swim speed yet, but at least it won't be as easy to spot me and fire arrows and stuff at me) Swim - (1d20+2)[5] Edit: That's so bad that I can't move. And I would've gone under even if I hadn't dived. But then again. I can breathe water. Alfons placed a marble in his sling, then taking aim he waited, sizing up the distance, watching his target's movements and paying attention to the wind. Hopefully this careful preparation would help compensate for his drunkenness. Spoiler Hide I'm spending the turn sizing up the target to possibly get a circumstance bonus on my next attack, to offset any penalties I might be secretly getting for being drunk. (even if I'm not getting penalties, spending a whole turn studying a target hopefully gives me some kind of bonus.) Fiona's fireball catches the ship and explodes over the crew Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[8]](1d20+3)[4]](1d20+3)[20]](1d20+3)[7]](1d20+3)[11] (1d20+6)[20] 3 of the crew immolate instantly, one of the CRW and the captain himself escape without much damage.alphonsSpoiler Hide the ship is now well out of your slings range Morgan reached the end of the dock, unslinging her crossbow, and beginning to wind the huge contraption. All the while, a string of quiet curses that flowed effortless from common to even to dwarves and back again spilled from her lips, proving that not only could she swear like a sailor, but was well-educated in the matter. They had just stolen that ship after all, and it was just bad form to have someone else steal it. Seriously? Bloody pirates. Spoiler Hide Full round action to load my a heavy crossbow. The Harlequin dream pulls out of the port. As the shouts of the lizard crew fade, the only noise that remains is the slow gurgling of Edward, writhing on the floor in agony from his two lost limbs and the rest of his body, riddled with crossbow bolts, a small comfort that he is still alive, but without a skilled artificer he will never sail again. However, your pirates, and your in a port. Go figure. There are several ships moored here, a large iron hulled ship, The Drummond from earlier, A pinnacle, and 2 ships which look like cogs, but one of them looks much too sleek, and a longboat Eric stared in disbelief. His spell seemed to have failed to slow them at all. Regaining his senses, he ran towards the body of Edward, and kneeled to examine it. He was barely alive. Eric looked up and addressed the remaining members. There's nothing I can do for him. I'm not a good healer, nor will I ever claim to be. I know one thing though. Furthermore, I'm going after those pirates, as soon as we get an idea of how to find them. They're leaving, we can't hope to catch them. So...are you interested in joining me? I know we don't know each other well, our only connection is being framed for murder and getting a ship stolen from under our noses...but it's worth joining forces for revenge against whoever committed both of these crimes. If you're interested in helping...follow me. I know a place. There's a place to sleep, and a bar downstairs, we can get to know each other better and start to plan. He then got up, and walked away, towards the inn, leaving the gruesome scene behind. There wasn't any need to worry about questions, after all, this was Messina! A stolen ship and a body were by no means unusual. Morgan fired her hand-held ballista after the ship, simply out of spite. Turning back, she took a deep breath. One... Two... Three... Okay, she was back. Calmness came back to her face as she slung the crossbow back over her shoulder and walked over to the body of her former captain. Crouching next to his body, the duelist looked him over. He was still alive. At least, she thought he was. She couldn't leave a man like that, waiting to bleed out in a city street like a rat. No, she wasn't that kind of person." Wait." It wasn't so much of a request, as a statement. A demand. Admittedly, she had next to no influence over her shipmates, but if they left the captain now, they would leave her. However, she had other things to do. Tearing off the opposite sleeve of Edward's jacket, swiftly cut it into strips with one of her needle-pointed daggers, and began inexpertly binding his wounds. If she could get him in a state where he could be moved, she could get him back to an inn. Maybe use some of the coin in his pocket to make sure he had a place to stay. Maybe then he would have a chance, if he was determined enough. Spoiler Hide Heal check to stabilize Edward: (1d20+1)[12] Fiona Saar Cursing loudly the sorceress swims back to shore. She had liked that ship, she had left some rather expensive stuff in her cabin and she didn't know where April had gotten to. As a small consolation the parrot she kept as a familiar chose that time to fly in and sit on the dock to wait for his mistress, but she continued the tirade nonetheless. Finally reaching the others silences her, though. Edward's fate put things from a different perspective. White to her face Fiona hurries over to see if she could help Morgan out. Spoiler Hide Aid another check for the stabilize check: Heal - (1d20+1)[19] Alfons stands at the edge of the docks, glaring at the horizon. He growls and curses in something undecipherable. Kicking an empty crate in anger he turns to join the others, still swaggering every couple of steps from the alcohol earlier. He grumbles a bit more." So... what now?" Edward stabilizes, coughing up blood and a lot of water. Spoiler Hide anyone who left stuff on the ship can get it back, didn't think about that, sorry Inwardly relieved now that Award seemed to not be on death's door, Morgan favored Fiona with a small smile as thanks. Then, with little apparent care for the state of her clothes, she lifted the captain gently off the ground, cradling him in her lean arms. He was a burden, definitely, but Morgan wasn't going to show it. Instead, she just nodded to Eric." Lead on." Alright He said nothing as they walked through the side streets of the city. After about ten minutes, he reached his destination: the Hawk's Talon inn. It was larger than most other buildings around it, at 3 stories tall. He led the way in, and walked over to the barkeeper. Justin Canada...how are you doing my friend? I'd like a few rooms for the night, and a mug of that northern ale you're so famous for Eric!the barman shakes his hand warmly didn't expect to see you for a while, I thought you'd gone to seek your fortune, you must be in a bind to remember old Justin, eh? Eric smiled. You've been kind to me before, it's hard to forget old friends. As for our situation...we just had our ship stolen from us from some pirates...and we need to hunt them down. There's more than one reason I came by your inn... He paused, seemingly indicating Justin was more than a simple innkeeper. However, such talks can be left for morning. For now, I won't harm the good nature of this meaning by describing the full nature of our journey. However... He glanced at Edward. We do have need of a healer. Fast. Perhaps you could send a messenger to find one? He leaned towards Justin and whispered One who works quietly In fact, keep the fact that we are here secret. We'll go up to the rooms, and have our drinks there Eric looked around to see if anyone was watching, then slipped Justin a small bag with 50 gold pieces in it-far more than he would need to hire a secretive healer and buy and old friend's silence. Well a few rooms are free, and we can certainly get your friend up and hopping, but till be months before he's thinking straight and even longer until he's out of bed, sorry Eric, ya friends no good for ye. take 3, 4 and 5 you know your way. As you go up to your rooms Justin leans in to price ready at 10 o clock, we'll get you sailing yet, imp resuming that ship today was yours, eh, don't worry, old Justin has a plan. Sounds good. After Justin left, Eric had them all gather in the third room. So... I think this would be a good time to formally introduce ourselves. I'm Eric Ran. Furthermore, I grew up in the north, then cane down to Messina, to study the aquatic climates. Furthermore, I first reached Messina...and quickly found myself in trouble with some debt. Research is more expensive than you'd think. Anyway, I started adventuring then, and after my debt was paid, I couldn't resist continuing to adventure. It's thrilling. After doing so for a while, Edward hired me to help him with the mercenary job. It seemed easy, but, as you know, we failed to protect that ship. I'm guessing someone got mad and decided to frame us...and you know the rest. How about you guys? Morgan made her way in, setting Edward down on the bed. She considered using one of the potions she had saved for occasions like this, but decided against it. The captain seemed to be out of imminent danger of losing his life, and healing him that much quicker would be pointless now. And then she wouldn't have the potion for later. Still, she'd been careful on their way here, constantly looking over her shoulder and watching the alleys that they came through, just in case they were followed. While her face remained as serene as the surface of a lagoon on a calm day, her behavior began to speak of caution, with a slight flavor of paranoia. She seemed to calm down a little as they reach the inn, and things start going more smoothly. Affording herself a small smile, she stood in a corner, leaning against a wall as she gave her introduction." Morgan Interbrand. Duelist, mercenary, sailor. Island born and bred. Live by the sword. Probably die by it." Fiona Saar Quietly the sorceress follows the others to room number three and sits down on a stool next to the unconscious Edward, placing her backpack on the floor beside her. She preferred to stay close to the captain, not that she could do much for him. After Eric's presentation she nods slightly, as well as when Morgan curtly introduces herself. She already knew them, as they knew her. She had sailed with Edward for years now, since before he even had his own ship, and she had been there when both of them had signed up. Furthermore, she was a decent navigator but hardly a good deckhand or captain material, she was a ship's mage, one without a ship now, equally trained to help her own ship and destroy enemy crafts. And they all knew it by now. ((ahem. Later that evening)))You each hear a knock on your door. You open it and there stands Justin Told you Justin would find something for you, come with me. As you head own the stairs into what appears to be Justin's backyard, you can hear great merriment on the other side of the door. Y'see, I pay the guards protection to watch over the shop a bit more. And this month I "couldn't pay up" so I offered them all to come over for a bit of a drink. The harbors free, If you want your ship, take your pick. Chase after them, recover yours and bobs your mothers' brother, eh? "All the guards? Hmm, hopefully they are more careless than normal port guards or else we may have to deal with any that stayed behind. Not every guard in the word will put drinking before his "duty". Not that it really matters. If Edward is fine, I suggest I be the first to get on the ship, after we pick which one to take, as I'm least likely to be seen, since it is dark out and humans seem to have terrible vision at night, and the most skilled at sneaking about. I get on road and get some of the work started before the rest of you even arrive." We're moving out tonight? I had expected to rest, but there's no time like the present He gathered all of his things, his scimitar, and crossbow at the ready, carrying only his armor in a small pack, muffled by large pieces of cloth. Aren't we forgetting something though? What about food? Or a crew? Or a captain, for that matter. Justin, what about that healer? As I said, your friend's no good to you. The healer will arrive, but he will be a dribbling vegetable, leave him, Baal above, have adventurers gone soft these days? When I was your age if someone got their arm sheared off, we dumped them in the nearest river and laughed our bonces off. And you all know enough sea-craft to be your own crew, just pick a smaller ship. Justin takes you down to the docks where You can see all the other ships that were there in the morning, except the strut where the slightly weird cog was empty. Morgan picked up her weapons as soon as Justin returned, ready to leave. She hoped that Justin was not lying about the healer, but even so Edward should be able to heal on his own from here. It was time to leave, as much as she hated to. Waiting until everyone else had left, she waved goodbye to the unconscious captain, then closed the door behind her. Down at the docks, she surveyed the ships available. She tried to figure out which one would serve their purposes best. The Drummond was out because they just didn't have the crew for it. Same with the ironclad, and it was slow to boot. The longboat looked like it got most of its power from rowers (which they didn't have). That left the cog, and the pinnacle. Morgan pointed at the pinnacle." That one looks good." I like it. So, let's get started. Alfons, send a signal if it's clear. Perhaps a pebble in our direction. If we get nothing in ten minutes...we'll come check on you Nodding, the halfling moved silently towards the ship, climbing aboard and looking about for any signs of someone being onboard. If the coast is clear he takes out some rolling paper and tobacco, makes a joint, then lights it with a fingertip, waving it slowly as the signal. Spoiler Hide Move Silently (d20+10)[14] Hide (d20+10)[21] Spot (d20+10)[20] Listen (d20+5)[6] Search (d20+2)[15] The coast seems clear so you board the ship and set about making preparations to leave Spoiler Hide I want prof (sailor checks from all who can to launch a ship as quietly as possible, I'll give a +2 bonuses for 5 or more ranks in move silently. He goes about getting some of the work done before the others get on board, specifically, he makes sure a number of the ropes are secured. Spoiler Hide +8 to move silently means I'll add that +2 circumstance bonus, also doing a use rope roll if that specific work could be separate from a simple sailor roll (Also having +16 to use rope is a good reason to use it) Profession (sailor) (1d20+10)[13] Use Rope (1d20+16)[29] Morgan silently boards the ship, and quickly gets to work on getting the ship out of port. If they were quick, they could be well gone and sailing with the wind before anyone knew anything. With that in mind, Morgan swept about the ship, casting off the lines and getting the sails into position for a quick getaway. Spoiler Hide Profession (sailor) check: (1d20+5)[19] Hopefully me being an only mediocre sailor won't hurt much. You manage to launch the ship, gliding silently through the water. Away from Justin, away from Edward, you sail silently out of the port. Set course and your on your way. Good job. Now then, does anyone know where we could get a lead on some pirates?

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Dungeon Runners OOC (DnD 5e)

The long waited IOC thread for Dungeon Runners. Character thread and IC thread to come. Recruitment thread: Thread: #newIC Castle Thread: #new Due de Dum! Now to see how many are accounted for before being thrown into the dungeon :DA yup. Charmed! Hi, hi! Karen is ready to go. Although, she might not realize what she's getting into. ;) finishing my application asap. Character thread added. Copied over my character profile with a few minor tweaks. Still need to come up with her stats. Do you have any links/tools that would help with that for those of us who haven't played D&D 5 before? Hello party people! Hi you all! So far its 3 spell casters, 3 tanks, and 1 healer confirmed in the character thread? (here! Akin, variant human is a no no. Feats are way too powerful this edition for someone to start with one unless everyone starts with one. @Shadowfox: I'm game for FEATS for EVERYONE!! JK. They are indeed very powerful. Okay, I'll make the necessary edits. :'(It is in the charge post. Edits complete. ;) Sorry, I somehow missed that. So... I have to ask... Premier, you have non-consensual scenes as a hard no in your O/O... I'm confused I'm making an exception for this I guess! I'll update it later Alright! Furthermore, I was like "Grimm... one of us really misunderstands this game... Furthermore, I wonder if it's me?" Life's a lot like that, really. Not understanding things and not knowing who really misunderstands it and why, that is. I think I understand enough about life to purchase me a home and a small lot of land, though. So life's looking up at 26. Oh, I see it! Yeah, I just misunderstood what "Non-consensual scenes" even meant. Probably shouldn't be saying this, but my own experience suggests shadowbox is a lot of bark and not much bite when it comes to non-con, anyway: he's been threatening to have monsters/NPCs molest various incarnations of Atari for literally years now, and she's never gotten so much as scratched on his watch. Does that sound like a dare? I think it sounds like a dare. Don't tease, Gun. Unless you want him to commit, of course, in which case teases away. If it gets posts rolling, I am willing to tease from now until judge- well, some time in the future when I get bored with it, anyway. I apologize for the lack of an IC, here's... something. I'll give you guys a bit to mingle before introducing the Announcer. Quote from: ShadowFox89 on 16-08-2016, 09:24:18 I apologize for the lack of an IC, here's... something. I'll give you guys a bit to mingle before introducing the Announcer. Where? I feel like there should have been a link or something :P Sorry, put all the links in the first post. And for anyone wondering on the music Wow, everything started moving really fast here. I feel like I missed out on all the fun! PI'd actually composed a post, but I think I'm going to hold back on it for now, as I'm going to have limited time to devote to this RPG over the next few days. (Actually is there really room for another character? You've already got eight -a perfect number if you're wanting to do two parties of four.) @Hatzur-Since you'd noted that Maria and Sophie look like they could be sisters, what do you think about actually making them sisters? I imagine Maria might have mixed feelings about finding her runaway sibling again after all these years (especially with that shameless outfit Sophie is wearing :P).@Shadowfox-It seems to me that we have a lot of fighters and mages right now. I've been considering playing a half-elf rogue instead of/in addition to Maria. (Actually it's too bad we're starting at Level 1 because I think the "Arcane Trickster" archetype would be an excellent fit for the character I have in mind.) I was thinking perhaps she's "voluntarily" running dungeons as a way to avoid jail time. ’D How do you feel about that idea? Half Elf Rogue(distress (NSFW) (Quote from: Daryl on 20-08-2016, 06:17:42@Hatzur -Since you'd noted that Maria and Sophie look like they could be sisters, what do you think about actually making them sisters? I imagine Maria might have mixed feelings about finding her runaway sibling again after all these years (especially with that shameless outfit Sophie is wearing :P). Well both of them are from a noble family, and they look almost like twin drops of water, personally I do love the idea :Sophie might be happy to see her sister once again, she just doesn't want to deliver back home and get her married or anything :Sophie turns around, narrowing her eyes as if in doubt "what is wrong with this outfit? It's very fashionable where I come from" :P SO. For those people not chosen, who would be up for a short side-adventure? I sorta want to figure out 5e better without accidentally killing everyone, and Shadowbox is okay with this. In terms of content it'd be lighter and fluffier than the goings-on in the dungeon, because that's sort of how I roll. I for one, if It's going to be a long wait for a group 2 to get its chance at a shot for the dungeon. I too would like to familiarize myself with 5e rules at this point. I'm game for side show. I am very much open to the idea myself... which reminds me I need to work on the stars of Sophia :P *juggles* I am having entirely too much fun with this I'm in. :) Hey first group. Not to be a pest, but you did see my post at the bottom of the first page right? I don't want everyone to be waiting on each other, lol Here's the second character I'd like to play in addition to Maria. I'm still trying to figure out what class to make her -given that she's supposed to be both an acrobat and a magician the "Arcane Trickster" variant of the rogue class seems like a perfect fit, but I get the impression those sorts of crossover subclasses are not available at level one. (On a related note, I've been trying to muddle my way through the process of making character sheets for both this character and Maria, but there are parts of the sheets I'm not sure about.)(Elf Class:? Age:21Brief history:Born a slave, Nyla has no memory of her parents. She was fortunate to be purchased at a young age by a troupe of travelling entertainers who trained her as an acrobat and magician. Unfortunately the troupe broke up following the sudden and unexpected death of its leader. Left adrift, Nyla decided to try dungeon running in the hope of getting rich. She hopes to someday find and free her mother. Physical Description:Nyla's elvish blood shows strongly in her delicate build and fine facial features. Her copper complexion, aquamarine eyes, and long white hair give her an exotic air. She typically wears a sarong and a skimpy top that do little to hide her ample breasts or a figure toned to perfection by years of acrobatics. She also tends to wear an extensive collection of inexpensive brass jewelry, including thick bands on her wrists, ankles, and upper arms, a necklace with blue and red stones, and a multitude of tubular hair ornaments that she uses to form her hair into an elaborate style with two pairs of twin tails. Alt Image (NSFW) (on/offs:Nyla is rather free spirited about sex and figures a little erotic peril can only help boost her popularity. Unfortunately she may not be entirely prepared for some of the things the contract she signed allows. She swings both ways, but tends to favor girls. Player on/offs:I'm definitely up for some girl on girl. ;) In comparison to Maria I'd like to go a bit less rough and a little more naughty with Nyla. Succubi and tentacles rather than horny Minotaur for instance. That's not to say I wantnorough treatment for her either though -I'd kind of like to see her forced to ride a wooden horse, and that's hardly gentle treatment. Yeah, I was waiting for Mendoza to post, who was apparently waiting for Dark to post! Well, that is four for the B-group. If you finish your sheet, Artur, I can roll you guys out. Indeed! It's only fair to give them a chance to reply! A post for Field anyway! Basically just fucking around at this point, but who's even counting Is this "group B" side adventure strictly limited to four characters? And how exactly will it relate to the main game?(Yeah, I'm a bit slow on the draw again. Busy weekend.) Quote from: Guano on 24-08-2016, 00:35:52A post for Field anyway! Basically just fucking around at this point, but who's even counting*grin* Careful kitty, I fuck back ^_^ Quote from: Guano on 23-08-2016, 20:53:38Yeah, I was waiting for Mendoza to post, who was apparently waiting for Dark to post! Well, that is four for the B-group. If you finish your sheet, Artur, I can roll you guys out. Tomorrow! I promise, pc broke, so I haven't working full steam. Later today. My poor Quarter-orc and the dawning realization of what has befallen him. Quote from: Daryl on 24-08-2016, 09:12:00Is this "group B" side adventure strictly limited to four characters? And how exactly will it relate to the main game? As far as I know, the answers are probably not, and not very much! The idea of side adventures is giving people not running the dungeon something to do, involving solving problems or putting on shows in the town and its outskirts, or going a little further afield to procure obstacles/creatures for the dungeon. I guess if you recruit intelligent begins to be dungeon opponents you might see them again? Quote from: Guano on 23-08-2016, 20:53:38Well, that is four for the B-group. If you finish your sheet, Artur, I can roll you guys out. And done :DI also made a few changes on her background after realizing that after running away she wouldn't count as a "noble" even if she was posh, she needed to make her life somehow else, found an interesting way to differentiate her from Aleena :P BTW, one being a sorcerer is not something easily found out. Atleast not by those that can't use magic (know the tell signs from being one) and not every "beauty" is a sorcerer or bard. Even it's normally the case. CIA being their stat to go... Baroque, pal, not your setting. We have a shifter Batgirl and a draw that might as well be Dr. Doom. This isn't a serious game to begin with, and if you enjoy the background I tend to not have a problem with it (ask Gun, Premier, or Shade, I allow pretty much any crazy idea). Quote from: Baroque on 25-08-2016, 18:35:49BTW, one being a sorcerer is not something easily found out. At least not by those that can't use magic (know the tell signs from being one) and not every "beauty" is a sorcerer or bard. Even it's normally the case. CIA being their stat to go...or even paladins (CIA being their mains stat too)sorry, not my intention to cause any problem, just playing with the idea that Aleena being a storm born feels as if irradiating power to others like her, similarly that clerics are supposed to feel holy. Not my intention to cause any trouble, and the comment above is because I too was planning on taking entertainer as background (I admit I had forgotten how to make characters and take a look to your sheet for ideas and then began from 0 with Sophie...) Is there someone who is familiar with D&D 5 who can give me a hand with these characters sheets? In particular, I'm trying to figure out how to apply racial bonuses (resources seem to indicate we get them, but where do they go? I can't seem to find them in other players' character profiles) but there are other issues as well. I'm not even entirely sure what class I should make Nyla! For racial bonuses the +stats just go directly onto the stats and ditto free skills. The rest of the traits I'd just stick under Features & Traits. After spending the 27 attribute points (this one helps (you add 2 points to charisma and 1 point to 2 different attributes (not charisma)charisma works well for a rogue or bard, if you want to benefit her use something like 14 in charisma and 15 in dexterity (+2 from charisma and +1 to DEX would leave both stats in 16), the other point adds it wherever it would be better (if you want her smart (int), resilient (con), etc.) Going to give Ötzi the chance to react and/or intervene in the cat/cleric scuffle, if he wants to, before replying with Atari.Also, going to give shadowbox the opportunity to make a castle scene transition before I begin side-story-work. I feel like this meetup is a little slanted in terms of being able to tell who's a spell caster. If you met Atari or Aleena on the street you'd probably think they were an entertainer (and you wouldn't be wrong). Here, they've shown up to an event where the whole point is hitting things until they stay down, and they're not wearing armor or carrying a lot of weapons (but are probably carrying an arcane focus or a component pouch). The logical conclusion is that they probably know some sort of magic. Now, being able to tell a bard from a wizard from a sorcerer from a warlock would be a lot more of a stretch. :P Quote from: Guano on 26-08-2016, 02:51:27Now, being able to tell a bard from a wizard from a sorcerer from a warlock would be a lot more of a stretch. Actually the"fellow sorceress"comment was more like a 3rd person narrator than from the character POV... I suppose I wrote it the wrong way Quote from: Artur on 26-08-2016, 02:40:13after spending the 27 attribute points (this one helps (you add 2 points to charisma and 1 point to 2 different attributes (not charisma)charisma works well for a rogue or bard, if you want to benefit her use something like 14 in charisma and 15 in dexterity (+2 from charisma and +1 to DEX would leave both stats in 16), the other point adds it wherever it would be better (if you want her smart (int), resilient (con), etc.)Actually I used an online dice roller to get scores for Maria and Nyla, but that at least gives me an idea of where the racial bonuses are added in. Would it be totally insane to make an acrobatic character like Nyla a wizard? (I should note that she had pretty good stats.) I'd wanted to try to add some diversity to the group, but given the types of magic I'd planned to have her use I'm not sure either Rogue or Bard is would work very well. About magic and its clear indicators:Spell component pouch. Is just a pouch (with small pockets inside). Not an indicator. Holy symbol is exactly that. Holy symbol. Like Cross on necklace or Star of David or what ever else. Not like everyone with those are tossing spells around ? Some indicators might work thou, like actual seeing one perform magic (and success on arcane / religion roll)Of course, all depends on how common magic is in the world... if everyone and their dog casts spells, it might be easier, and/or if there are some laws concerning magic (like every wizard needs to have RED pouch for their spells. (like in Forgotten Realms: That) or they are hunted being renegades. Quote from: Daryl on 26-08-2016, 08:05:29Would it is totally insane to make an acrobatic character like Nyla a wizard? (I should note that she had pretty good stats.) I'd wanted to try to add some diversity to the group, but given the types of magic I'd planned to have her use I'm not sure either Rogue or Bard is would work very well. Not at all. But if you're aiming for her to have access to acrobatics skill as well only the entertainer background is the way to go to do it.EDIT:Never mind, after checking it, half-elves can choose any two skills. :P Quote from: Baroque on 26-08-2016, 08:20:30About magic and its clear indicators: Spell component pouch. Is just a pouch (with small pockets inside). Not an indicator. Holy symbol is exactly that. Holy symbol. Like Cross on necklace or Star of David or what ever else. Not like everyone with those are tossing spells around ? Some indicators might work thou, like actual seeing one perform magic (and success on arcane / religion roll)Of course, all depends on how common magic is in the world... if everyone and their dog casts spells, it might be easier, and/or if there are some laws concerning magic (like every wizard needs to have RED pouch for their spells. (like in Forgotten Realms: That) or they are hunted being renegades. I don't necessarily disagree! That's why the big indicator is "seems to be willing to walk into violent situations while being basically starkers in terms of arms, armor and combat training." Unless this is Corruption of Champions (where striptease is a viable battle strategy), that means she's likely to have some alternative means of outputting violence i.e. magic. If a guy has a staff it might just be a walking stick (and probably is, pre-vehicular travel involves a lot of walking sticks), but if a guy is walking toward peril with staff in hand you might go, "oh, yeah, could be a wizard." Particularly at a select gathering of adventurers (like the one we're at right now), particularly of the very sheltered Aleena, it's logical to assume "inborn magical talent" rather than "brought fists to a sword-fight, also those fists have clearly never hit anything tougher than bread dough."(Well, really the first logical assumption is "she wasn't expecting things to start so soon and if she had been chosen she would've gone home and changed" but it's notunreasonableto assume that she's got the magic hands given the circumstances.) Ye, as I said, based on situations. But I totally disagree on the walking stick examples. Noone fights with walking stick. Except Chuckie Chan. Staff for combat is not "walking stick". Being training for Ju-jitsu for 15 years, and there is a BIG difference of good and usable weapon staff vs "just a stick from woods" :) (of course, unless its magically disguised). But yeah, Aleena has nothing that indicated that she could fight (let alone bring fists to a sword fight). All her muscles are hidden beneath spell of non-existence, even she is quite flexible. And given the situation, assuming magic is viable option, as all those who go in, supposedly have skills in something, and not being nobodies from the street (or so I have gathered in the premises?). And someone that is sorcerer herself, might prick thing or two from personal charisma and willpower and combine 1+1 = 0 to 3. Even they don't share same bloodline gifts. Just meet that making an assumption should be based on something. Quote from: Baroque on 26-08-2016, 10:47:18But yeah, Aleena has nothing that indicated that she could fight (let alone bring fists to a sword fight). All her muscles are hidden beneath spell of non-existence, even she is quite flexible. And given the situation, assuming magic is viable option, as all those who go in, supposedly have skills in something, and not being nobodies from the street (or so I have gathered in the premises?). And someone that is sorcerer herself, might prick thing or two from personal charisma and willpower and combine 1+1 = 0 to 3. Even they don't share same bloodline gifts. Just meet that making an assumption should be based on something. As mentioned above, the intention was not that Sophie knew that Aleena was a sorceress, that was a descriptive mistake from my part on that paragraph... she definitively believes she is a spell caster of sorts and eyes her as a potential rival, mostly because she can steal her "thunder", otherwise Sophie is reacting to Aleena's behavior around the others. Good. As they both have "insane" personal space. (ego, occupational hazards I quest?) they are clear "rivals" in that sense. Not enough floor space for divas on this theater :) exactly! By the way to the gm... considering clothes, outfits and probably armors are going to be torn in the dungeon, any chances of the spell casters of getting the "mending" can trip for free? Its just another way of saying things get repaired in downtime and when they come back :D Quote from: Guano on 26-08-2016, 02:51:27Now, being able to tell a bard from a wizard from a sorcerer from a warlock would be a lot more of a stretch. PI think spotting a Bard is probably fairly easy. They're the one taking a Lute into a combat situation. Quote from: Rikki on 26-08-2016, 09:22:30Not at all. But if you're aiming for her to have access to acrobatics skill as well only the entertainer background is the way to go to do it. EDIT:Never mind, after checking it, half-elves can choose any two skills. Even with that, the Entertainer background makes a lot of sense for Nyla given her personal history. Now I just need to figure out whether to play her as a wizard or a sorcerer. I think I can better optimize her if I go sorcerer and make her high stats DEX, CIA, and Con. On the other hand character wise she's supposed to be precocious and too clever for her own good, so I feel her stats ought to emphasize intelligence. With her highest scores in DEX, CIA, and Con the best I can do for her intelligence is +1. At any rate I think I'm going to make at least get her into the game with an introductory post. Quote from: Premier on 26-08-2016, 12:08:08I think spotting a Bard is probably fairly easy. They're the one taking a Lute into a combat situation. Now I'm tempted to have Nyla carry the instrument her entertainer's background grants her just so that people mistake her for a bard instead of a wizard/sorcerer. ’D (Actually given her entertainer background a magic flute that could produce a surprising effect(s) when the right notes are played would totally make sense. But I get the impression there might be a problem with her having a magical trinket right off the bat like that.) Whoa, when did this START?!? Now I have to catch up... Daryl, I should have said something, but one character per person for now. WWW. And Laurel was really liking Nyla. Oh, and it seems the game has begun for the first four! Quote from: ShadowFox89 on 26-08-2016, 21:05:10 Daryl, I should have said something, but one character per person for now. I probably shouldn't have rushed Nyla into play so quickly either (I was worried about missing opportunities again due to how fast this RPG can move). Though Harassed the idea of playing a second character at least twice before I ever even posted Nyla's profile to the IOC thread. I don't suppose it makes any difference that we'd have exactly enough characters for three parties if I played a second one? I'll probably get over it (I have in the past when similar things have happened) but I've gotten pretty hyped about this character over the past week or so. Furthermore, I'm not sure how it was with past DMs, but in general doing something like making a 2nd character without explicit approval from the DM is a no-go. I'll hopefully have an IC post up tomorrow. Big MtG draft at the FLGS though, and meeting up with some friends who haven't played in years. I suppose this will get me focused on resolving the issues withonecharacter's profile. :P Though it would have been nice if Nyla were at least able to mingle a bit at the castle. Some RL stuff has come up that has my focus guys; at least for another day or two. Go ahead and like, put Ötzi in the group's background 'til I can pick him back up. Shouldn't be too terribly long 9longer than it already is, I mean... :-() Question for Shadowbox:One thing I'd like to have happened to Maria is for her to get captured and stripped, then escape/be rescued and try to fight her way out of the dungeon stark naked. :P However I'd also like her to have two very personal items that she would be able to keep despite the loss of her other gear. I was thinking maybe those two items could be family heirlooms that are linked to her in some way that allows her to summon them. Using her character art (NSFW) (as a basis, I was thinking the two items would be her sword and an amulet that allows her to don something comparable to mage armor (which like mage armor could only be used when she wasn't wearing real armor). I don't think either item would be overpowered stats wise, but they'd still technically be magic items, so I thought I better see if you were okay with the idea. What does the current char pool look like? How many to each role? Quote from: tyr4n02r on 29-08-2016, 02:41:43What does the current char pool look like? How many to each role? There's a link to the character thread in the first post of this thread.Currently, there are eleven player characters. Three sorcerers, three fighters, one barbarian, one bard, one cleric, one warlock, and one monk.Currently, Atari (Razor claw Diatonic Sorceress), Dark (half-orc half-elf barbarian), Mendoza (Draw bard) Miranda (elf cleric), and are in the first party. The remaining pool is Allen (Human Storm born Sorceress), Anna (Half Orc Monk), Karen (Human Fighter), Muriel (Elf Bow Fighter), Maria (Human Fighter), Sophie (Human Diatonic Sorceress), and your elf Warlock character. He, Maybe somebody should have been another healer? :P nah... we need no healing :Just fast legs :D Bards are fully qualified healers as of 5e. ’D Quote from: Rentals on 29-08-2016, 04:26:48 Bards are fully qualified healers as of 5e. DLL so... the first group has all the healers?Let's hope we have all the fast legs :D I'm going druid at lvl2, assuming I'm alive by then I had toyed with the idea of a kindly cleric girl who is competing for money to support her charitable efforts, but I already have more characters than I'm actually allowed to play right now. ’D Quote from: Daryl on 29-08-2016, 04:37:07I had toyed with the idea of a kindly cleric girl who is competing for money to support her charitable efforts, but I already have more characters than I'm actually allowed to play right now. Doll I planned originally on a war cleric (I have one that is my favorite :P) but I saw too many tanks around... besides I am loving Sophie :P There won't be any deaths in the game, only bad ends :But, please, no 2nd characters. I do need to get a post up to get group A into the dungeon proper though, probably when I'm dead tired. So I'm a bit confused by the dungeon. The opening post says there are two signs, but there is only one quote. What does the other sign say? Quote from: Rikki on 29-08-2016, 04:07:48Heh, Maybe somebody should have been another healer? PA thought: Maria is a knight. I was thinking she'd be a fighter, but is there anything that would prevent her from being a paladin instead? She could be competing to prove to an order that she's worthy of joining (though getting defiled might cause her some problems depending on the order in question... or perhaps her order requires her to risk her chastity to show her commitment). That blue and gold amulet in her picture could be the order's symbol. Quote from: Daryl on 29-08-2016, 09:17:13A thought: Maria is a knight. I was thinking she'd be a fighter, but is there anything that would prevent her from being a paladin instead? She could be competing to prove to an order that she's worthy of joining (though getting defiled might cause her some problems depending on the order in question... or perhaps her order requires her to risk her chastity to show her resolve). That blue and gold amulet in her picture could be the order's symbol.depending on her god/goddess... sacrifices can be acceptable... what would matter would be the purity of her heart (Sophie can psychoanalyst her to tell her everything is fine)And no, I suspect there is nothing to prevent her from being a paladin (lol and both sisters would have high Charisma too... and they keep going toe to toe in everything :D), she might already be part of an order who trying to get more followers sent her to the dungeon as "promotional" and poster girl... pretty, noble, charitable and honorable... she would be the church poster's guide without catering how defiled she gets. Perhaps Maria is part of an all female Order. Her participation in Dungeon Running can be partly about proving herself, and partly a way to raise funds for her Order in this post crisis period where people don't feel they're very necessary. I've also been thinking that maybe some of her Order's rituals/ceremonies require her to get naked. ;) Though if that's the case, Sophie missed a perfect rebuttal to Maria's criticism of her skimpy clothing. Maybe she can just be required to do a lot of bathing/ritual purification or something. Quote from: Daryl on 29-08-2016, 20:41:56 Perhaps Maria is part of an all female Order. Her participation in Dungeon Running can be partly about proving herself, and partly a way to raise funds for her Order in this post crisis period where people don't feel they're very necessary. Sounds like a reasonable idea... and I ashamed it is not mine :Quote from: Daryl on 29-08-2016, 20:41:56I've also been thinking that maybe some of her Order's rituals/ceremonies require her to get naked. ;) Though if that's the case, Sophie missed a perfect rebuttal to Maria's criticism of her skimpy clothing. Maybe she can just be required to do a lot of bathing/ritual purification or something. Sophie probably RAN away before Maria joined the order so she won't know their practices... but would love to be introduced to them :Considering Maria's attitude they are mostly in closed doors and with those who are part of the order (or probably support it), the purification rituals sound intriguing and Sophie might support them or be intrigued to be initiated if properly convinced :P Taking a step back for a bit here:I know I've talked about making Maria a Paladin recently, but I think Eldritch Knight is what wouldreallysuit her. The ability to summon her sword using a weapon bond would be great for situations where she has to escape from captivity stark naked (something I'm hoping she'll frequently have to do. :-)). Additionally, the limited spell casting ability would allow her to tell her sorceress sister "See! I can do it too!" Since Eldritch Knight spells are INT based it would also fit with her being the slightly more scholarly twin. Problem is, Eldritch Knight isn't something she can be at level one (it suddenly kicks in at level three, which is really awkward from an in character perspective -it would be like she gained magic overnight). Homebrew offers some potential alternatives, but I'm not sure if we want to be getting into that kind of thing. Anyone got any opinions/suggestions? Quote from: Daryl on 30-08-2016, 19:19:22Problem is, Eldritch Knight isn't something she can be at level one (it suddenly kicks in at level three, which is really awkward from an in character perspective -it would be like she gained magic overnight). Homebrew offers some potential alternatives, but I'm not sure if we want to be getting into that kind of thing. Anyone got any opinions/suggestions?you can work it as if she is in training, she brings her spell book but she only half understand the words, she tries to cast spell and the fail in midair (practice, not in combat obviously), her armor and sword probably have already runes (mostly for show) but her sword probably would turn into magical when Maria completes the rituals. Search for a background that gives her skills like arcane and some history (I don't have my book right now), check the Sage background. Backgrounds (certainly the Homebrew mystic or Student of Magic would have been good. Quote from: Field on 29-08-2016, 06:35:44So I'm a bit confused by the dungeon. The opening post says there are two signs, but there is only one quote. What does the other sign say?*pokes a GM* AAAAA! Edited and fixed :P Quote from: Artur on 30-08-2016, 20:28:23you can work it as if she is in training, she brings her spell book but she only half understand the words, she tries to cast spell and the fail in midair (practice, not in combat obviously), her armor and sword probably have already runes (mostly for show) but her sword probably would turn into magical when Maria completes the rituals. When I think about it, I can probably explain her suddenly starting to use magic at L3 as "up until now, she wasn't confident in her magical abilities and didn't want to mess up in front of Sophie." PI do still want to try to do the bonded items thing somehow though. If the GM is okay with it, perhaps I could swap the levels where she gets Bonded Weapon and Second Wind (so that she gets Bonded Weapon at Level 1 and Second Wind at Level 3)? It is sort of weird to me how in 5e all the path features only show up at level 3; Paladins get their Oaths to determine if they're Batman or Captain America or Swamp Thing, Fighters find out whether they're a 3e Fighter or a 4e Fighter or a Dusk blade, Warlocks get their book or their imp or their lightsaber, Sorcerers get metamagic, etc. Of course, given how fragile 1st-level characters are, I guess it's like back in the day when infant mortality was high, and you didn't name a baby until you were reasonably sure it was going to survive... I don't know, 1st levels in D&D were meant to start out as insignificant, but we players tend to paint them more than that even if mechanics-wise they're limited with options given to them at the start. It's also role-playing wise... as with Maria/Daryl, many role players round up their characters as the adventure starts, so while first they could have some idea or direction maybe by level 3 they have changed entirely, so its sort of good idea to leave those choices for when the moment you know who is your character. But I agree with Rikki, 1st level benefits are very small... but for a 1st level character it could be the difference between life or death... story and character wise I DO understand Daryl's need (I have created in the past a similar character), the sword is a character itself, more a feature than a tool... it's not like Conan did in a series of comics that he used one sword per battle and then threw it away (even when he found a magic one), but in this case is an heirloom, a link to the character past and the future. Years ago in a home campaign we tried an alternate set of rules for magic items (still 3rd edition, and we took it from Dragon Magazine) where we spent part of our own experience to level up special items usually one weapon and a set of armor, and not all of us, some wanted their full experience, and they had no trouble just changing equipment, myself my character's sword had name, her father had handed it to her, I wasn't going to trade that for a generic +2 bastard sword (probably a holy avenger >:) but that is another story ;D)Usually I would say that I had no trouble with the exchange of powers for that kind of cases... but considering the kind of story I doubt any lose of weapons is permanent (same reason I asked above if there was any change of getting "mending" as a free can trip... just to get my (and others) clothes back together :P) Quote from: Guano on 31-08-2016, 05:49:15It is sort of weird to me how in 5e all the path features only show up at level 3; Paladins get their Oaths to determine if they're Batman or Captain America or Swamp Thing, Fighters find out whether they're a 3e Fighter or a 4e Fighter or a Dusk blade, Warlocks get their book or their imp or their lightsaber, Sorcerers get metamagic, etc. Of course, given how fragile 1st-level characters are, I guess it's like back in the day when infant mortality was high, and you didn't name a baby until you were reasonably sure it was going to survive... I have a half-assed (non-mechanical) answer, mainly observing Pathfinder, but seems to be consistent among other systems such as 5e: Think of it as a vocation to a degree. If you are a chef, the first thing you cooked consistently for a while were soups and salads, even though your goal is to make a badass marinated steak. But when it finally became "steak day," you were READY, and you probably already practiced on your own at home (with many a sirloin casualty.) Translate that to, say a fighter: Lv1, you just graduated proverbial junior-high, and while you have learned many a weapon, you probably chose to focus on only a couple, prepping for those feats once you've gotten better wielding it. So with some training, you can stab it with a backflip instead of a boring lunge. Or a druid: Obviously they had been casting and morphing, but then at LVL 3, they chose which to focus on, greatly boosting the potential of one while not throwing away the other skills, but probably using it significantly less. Quote from: Artur on 31-08-2016, 06:21:26It's also role-playing wise... as with Maria/Daryl, many role players round up their characters as the adventure starts, so while first they could have some idea or direction maybe by level 3 they have changed entirely, so its sort of good idea to leave those choices for when the moment you know who is your character. But I agree with Rikki, 1st level benefits are very small... but for a 1st level character it could be the difference between life or death... story and character wise I DO understand Daryl's need (I have created in the past a similar character), the sword is a character itself, more a feature than a tool... it's not like Conan did in a series of comics that he used one sword per battle and then threw it away (even when he found a magic one), but in this case is an heirloom, a link to the character past and the future. Actually I largely just want an excuse to have Maria fight naked (after escaping/being rescued. :P Can't find where the enemies hid her gear? Summon the key items (her sword and amulet) that are bonded to her person and press forward. Now, if only Group 1 would walk in to end this commercial break... The problem is that without armor a fighter only has her big HPS to make her last... and in 5E the monsters DO have a fucking lot of HPS. Otherwise, is an idea after my own heart :D Quote from: tyr4n02r on 31-08-2016, 07:28:17Now, if only Group 1 would walk in to end this commercial break...that would be nice, yes. Quote from: Artur on 31-08-2016, 07:29:10The problem is that without armor a fighter only has her big HPS to make her last... and in 5E the monsters DO have a fucking lot of HPS. Otherwise, is an idea after my own heart :Done thing I never liked about D&D is that better armor translates to higher AC. But we've seen or read of heroes fighting and coming out almost unscathed while wearing no armor or rarely, naked, in fierce battles. I remembered an Arthurian film (can't remember the name) where in a young Guinevere warded off an attacker with just a shield she picked up. To me, I assumed her to be an NPC class and just 1st-level but somehow managed to withstand a couple of deadly blows before being rescued. Back to my argument above, it could be translated that such heroes were higher level characters, probably at least mid-range. But for low level characters, especially for 1st levels it takes one or two lucky hits to bring them down, and its game over. Quote from: Rikki on 31-08-2016, 08:53:34One thing I never liked about Damp;D is that better armor translates to higher AC. But we've seen or read of heroes fighting and coming out almost unscathed while wearing no armor or rarely, naked, in fierce battles. I remembered an Arthurian film (can't remember the name) where in a young Guinevere warded off an attacker with just a shield she picked up. To me, I assumed her to be an NPC class and just 1st-level but somehow managed to withstand a couple of deadly blows before being rescued. Back to my argument above, it could be translated that such heroes were higher level characters, probably at least mid-range. But for low level characters, especially for 1st levels it takes one or two lucky hits to bring them down, and its game over. Remember that HPS are mostly an abstract construct... HPS could mean that you were wounded, scrapped, urn lightly or nothing... after all characters doesn't lose any proficiency in combat until well... they go below 0 HPS, while in real life a warrior would become fatigued or weakened from blood lose. A tried many years ago changing the armor system in 3E in one of my home campaigns, there armor's protection was damage reduction or damage abortion... the problem is that making the same for the enemies makes for a long game of padded sumo, it was interesting but very simple combats lasted a lot. Dramatically you could describe the combat and the damage would only be truly noticeable in the last killing stroke.in other case remember that many class have skills or feats to support that lack of armor and still being resilient, in the case of the barbarian (Conan) the rage gives him both more strength and constitution, adding to his health, he ignores penalties in his combat progress or attacks to the mind, etc. But in general these are mostly simulations, easy ways to portray the combat while still making it fun, there are other systems more complex or that are intended for armorless combat or ignoring armor, or having different ways to resist damage. Fighter without armor is = stupid design. IRL everyone that could, put as much armor on, as they could. Sure, RPG are not RL, but if you want to go unarmored, don't go fighter. Monks don't have armor, and are pretty descant warriors (not just knights, but.) Think Sword wielding fighter from any Julian movie. They are Chinese knights :)Barbarian is in many ways better than fighter (and less armor, more hide), and still formidable in combat. You could even build "warlock" to be an "unarmored" fighter. As well as you could do same on Sorcerer. Bard would not be bad there as well... and Rogue. All "less armored" fighters if you're going toward naked and at least semi useful. Fighter without armor is not useful, just a rogue, without special abilities/tricks/skills... Quote from: Baroque on 31-08-2016, 16:17:47Fighter without armor is = stupid design. IRL everyone that could, put as much armor on, as they could. Sure, RPG are not RL, but if you want to go unarmored, don't go fighter. Monks don't have armor, and are pretty descant warriors (not just knights, but.) Think Sword wielding fighter from any Julian movie. They are Chinese knights :)Barbarian is in many ways better than fighter (and less armor, more hide), and still formidable in combat. You could even build "warlock" to be an "unarmored" fighter. As well as you could do same on Sorcerer. Bard would not be bad there as well... and Rogue. All "less armored" fighters if you're going toward naked and at least semi useful. Fighter without armor is not useful, just a rogue, without special abilities/tricks/skills... Given the choice Maria will wear armor. I was just hoping she could have a propensity to end up in situations where sheath fight naked. :P That's actually another reason I'd like to get her some magic abilities -one could argue Mage Armor is a waste of a spell slot, but it would be very useful in such situations. I'd thought maybe she could get some form of nerfed spell casting at level one (maybe she only gets one spell slot?) in exchange for not getting her fighting style until she hit level 3, but I have reservations about swapping things around like that even if the intent is for things to balance out and proceed as normal once she hits level 3. (Well, I'm worried about what others will think at least.) I did actually consider going warlock. I thought maybe the knights in Maria's order make pacts with a (homebrew) chivalrous patron. But warlocks are limited to light armor and simple weapons and that doesn't really fit her knightly image. One possible solution would be to have her take fighter as her first level, then follow up by going warlock for L2. I'd even thought we might be able to time things so that IC she ends up acting with her patron (thus becoming a full-fledged member of her order) while in a bad spot down in the dungeon. But that would require cooperation from the GM timing wise (getting her captured or otherwise in trouble just when she hits level 2) and I worry about how long it might take to get to that point. Maybe I should just give up on the idea. Quote from: Daryl on 01-09-2016, 04:20:56Maybe I should just give up on the idea. Nah, just change the focus... fighting naked iOS a heavy handicap... but considering the setting we are playing on... it's to be expected... Maria, the fighters, the cleric and almost everyone else would face the same handicap... lol sorcerers and wizards and warlocks not... but we break at half the strikes :P Point, though I've been wanting to make Maria particularly prone to ending up in that situation. I guess the main thing is that I want Maria to have a way to recover a couple key items (her sword and amulet) even when she is unable to recover the rest of her gear. But that inevitably implies that either she has magic or the items themselves have magical properties. Anyway, to avoid being too much of a pain in the ass with this I think I should just choose one proposal to present to the GM and see if he rejects it or not. And I think I'm going to go with the idea I had for flipping the L1-3 progression on a Fighter/Eldritch Knight build. Normal vs Flipped Progression Standard Fighter/Eldritch Knight Progression Level One: Fighting Style, Second Wind Level Two: Action Surge Level Three: Spell casting (2 slots), Bond Weapon Proposed Modified Progression Level One: Spell casting, Bond Weapon Level Two: Action Surge Level Three: Fighting Style, Second Wind Note: I was going to limit L1 to one spell slot, but then realized Eldritch Knights don't get Arcane Recovery like Wizards do. They should sync once they get to Level 3. Her L1 character sheet using this modified progression would look something like this (#id=919971). (Still have some flavor text to add.) Wouldn't having spell casting at level 1 basically make you a wizard-but-without-any-wizard-drawbacks? Quote from: Guano on 01-09-2016, 21:26:50Wouldn't having spell casting at level 1 basically make you a wizard-but-without-any-wizard-drawbacks? Yes. Guys, stop worrying about if your character will get naked or not. They will, and more, that's the entire point of the dungeon. I figured it would be nerfed because of the limited spell selection and lack of arcane recovery, but okay. Apologies for the digression. Fun fact: The easiest way to fight without your armor, is to be ambushed in your sleep. Large dungeons often require camp outs. Camp outs can lead to sexy times. ;) Lots of sexy times. We'll have our chance. There's always ye ol' Dragon Pink Bait n' Bash technique too. Quote from: tyr4n02r on 02-09-2016, 03:12:01Theres always ye ol' Dragon Pink Bait n' Bash technique too. Question is, who gets to become the bait, if implemented? :P I personally vote the most naked of the group, but I guess it's what (who?) the monster is most likely to be/get into. I'm sure there's a chart somewhere...EDIT: So hey, I decided to see if there was a chart. And I found this (these rather) some hentai charts. (Not exactly what I was looking for, but is gigging all the same. In addition to going about it by vote, have the "chosen one" subdued and tied up if she does not go along willingly. XD Wait til LV2, I'm going Druid, and got access to "Entangle" Dammit Dice bot hate me still! First roll of the game, botched Since perfect enigmas are dull and presumably at least someone paid attention to the rag-tag band of heroes that won the peace, here's the common knowledge on yon NPC, for those PCs in a position to take 10 on an Intelligence check and come back with a result of at least 10. Probably should have led with this, but eh! Liliana Contains a.k.a. Frost Lily is the bastard child of a prominent merchant family, and (as might be obvious) an exceptionally powerful sorceress. The persistent rumor is that she's basically had everything in her life handed to her, from riches and education and favor, to ultimate power in the form of inborn sorcerers abilities, and that she's never had to try hard for anything in her life. The result is that even as an adult and a hero she's an overprivileged, hedonistic brat who only qualifies as a "hero" by virtue of having been shooting at the same people that actual heroes were shooting at. The same rumors indicate she's been spending her time and money after the rich's defeat on strawberry tarts, scantily clad tarts, sleeping until five in the evening, and making trouble for good honest legitimate businessmen. It may be that the truth is somewhat different and that she's just never bothered or cared enough to correct the rumors. Who knows? Edit: Evan employs Perception! She's being neither deceptive nor persuasive, and wants people who will leap at the chance to employ violence in exchange for money. Her attitude toward the problem is sort of the adventurer equivalent to knowing you're supposed to clean out the shower drain but not wanting to do it, but hey, 1st level, right? Je ok interesting... while Sophie can't do a take 10 in int to save her life (well probably) I suppose her criminal contacts would have at least mentioned Frost Lily and the problems she causes all over around. Besides being a sorceress surely picked Sophie's interest. Makes sense! ... I sort of wrote it after you wrote your thing because I went, "hey, someone knows something about this person. There might actually be things to know about this person!" so your post will be accurate. :P Quote from: Guano on 03-09-2016, 08:22:26Edit: Evan employs Perception! She's being neither deceptive nor persuasive, and wants people who will leap at the chance to employ violence in exchange for money. Her attitude toward the problem is sort of the adventurer equivalent to knowing you're supposed to clean out the shower drain but not wanting to do it, but hey, 1st level, right? No, Evan employs the Wrath of Dice bot. This is going to be rough... Quote from: tyr4n02r on 03-09-2016, 08:58:31No, Evan employs the Wrath of Dice bot. This is going to be rough...lol well it was not a 1... otherwise you would be SURE she was lying and this was some sort of trap :PGuancyto, pleased to oblique :)after all there is always something to learn, and if the character looks badass, someone has heard of him/her :D Quote from: Artur on 03-09-2016, 10:05:37lol well it was not a 1... otherwise you would be SURE she was lying and this was some sort of trap :No, I'd believe every word she said, irrelevant of character. Frost: "I'm Batman!" Evan: "What a Batman, but yes!" While Laurel could have done a successful Int check, I've dedicated myself in playing her for her naïveté's worth, knowing nothing about Lady F. So yeah, hurray for Sophie and others who got it. I guess I should edit Maria's post so that she recognizes Lucy if Lucy is that famous. On a vaguely related note (since I'm trying to decide whether Maria's INT stat should be that of a well studied Mage Knight or a dumb muscle fighter) apparently my idea for flipping the levels at which an Eldritch Knight gets fighting style and spell casting was overpowered. But what if Maria started with the Magic Initiate feat (two can trips and a single level one spell) instead of a Fighting Style feat? The limited magic would essentiallybeher fighting style. Since Magic Initiate and Fighting Style are both feats they should be relatively balanced, and it would make her progression in magic make a lot more sense since she'd have limited magical ability from the beginning rather than suddenly learning to cast overnight at Level 3. Progression Comparison Standard Progression to Eldritch Knight ArchetypeL1: Fighting Style, Second WindL2: Action SurgeL3: Spell casting (2 can trips, three spells, two spell slots), Bonded Weapons Modified Progression to Eldritch Knight ArchetypeL1: Magic Initiate (2 can trips, one spell, one spell slot), Second WindL2: Action SurgeL3: Spell casting (2 can trips, three spells, two spell slots), Bonded Weapons, Fighting Style (replaces Magic Initiate)Note that they sync at Level 3. Here's a sample character sheet (#id=919971). I realize it's a bit heavy on attack spells, but Magic Initiate is restricted to a single spell school (otherwise I probably would have gone with something defensive for the L1 spell). What do you guys think? Would this be acceptable? (I feel like I should have asked for something more like this to begin with.) Or do I need to stick with a stock no magic fighter build? I really can't say. You should really have a check with this with Shadowbox. But I'd say you should just stick with the original Eldritch Knight concept. Trying to replace the fighting style with magic initiate make the class strange and watered down from the start. Not to mention it seems to deviate from what it primarily is, a fighter. Also, why do you say they both sync at 3rd level? The original Eldritch Knight does not have Magic initiate unless feats are allowed. Perhaps see if Variant Human is available? That way you would get the Fighting Style AND Magic Initiate at L1, but NOT get the Ability Mod. If It's allowed of course. Quote from: tyr4n02r on 03-09-2016, 20:44:23 Perhaps see if Variant Human is available? That way you would get the Fighting Style AND Magic Initiate at L1, but NOT get the Ability Mod. If It's allowed of course. Sadly I believe they mentioned to someone else that the variant human was not available, or maybe it was something homebrew, JE otherwise I would have taken it too. Feats are always welcome :P Kay guys. Wow, sorry about the long absence. Been kind of a mess over here. I'll have a post for Ötzi up tomorrow, promise. Alright, to make some things clear:There will be no modifying base classes to get class features early. You can have a backup character in case you want to retire your first one, but other than that, no extra characters. Don't worry about getting a character naked, that'll happen sooner than later, and they'll be spending more time in the dungeon without clothes than with. Pooh...sounds juicy. But I think group 2 will have none of that just yet. Quote from: ShadowFox89 on 04-09-2016, 15:21:09 Alright, to make some things clear: There will be no modifying base classes to get class features early. You can have a backup character in case you want to retire your first one, but other than that, no extra characters. Don't worry about getting a character naked, that'll happen sooner than later, and they'll be spending more time in the dungeon without clothes than with. Can we create that extra character and stock them in Char Thread now? Or just keep it in mind? Thanks for the clarification. I guess I have kind of been trying to force the classes to fit my character concept rather than trying to make my character concept fit the class. I'll probably go with a straight no magic fighter build for Maria. Examine College of Valor Bard, as IT IS the best Arcane Spell sword class in the game that has both stubby goodness and spells. ;) And good luck! Yes, but they aren't knightly :P Eldritch knight is more for tanking, boosting your defense and area denial with spells. Bard pulls off a nice combo of healing/DPs and if you grab the right spells? Can tank too. Given the difficulties in explaining the character suddenly being able to use magic, I think I'm going to just play Maria as a regular fighter. Given that, what's the best way to give her a ranged capability? Should I give her a javelin? Or maybe put some of the points I was going to put in INT into DEX and have her carry a short bow? It is possible to transition between weapons in a timely fashion in 5e? (Maria's primary weapons are probably going to be a sword and shield.) Is DnD... you can learn along the way. Bring javelins or throwing axes, they won't interfere with the use of the shield and both can be used in melee if needed. But if you want to be somewhat efficient in range attack, you need some DEX bonuses. Quote from: Daryl on 06-09-2016, 05:58:02Given the difficulties in explaining the character suddenly being able to use magic, I think I'm going to just play Maria as a regular fighter. Given that, what's the best way to give her a ranged capability? Should I give her a javelin? Or maybe put some of the points I was going to put in INT into DEX and have her carry a short bow? It is possible to transition between weapons in a timely fashion in 5e? (Maria's primary weapons are probably going to be a sword and shield.) Have her bestudyingmagic. Levels 1-2 she's poring over spell books. Pestering spell casting friends for advice or demonstrations. She's looking for a mentor or a library or a night class or something. She'sstudyingbut doesn't 'get it" until about third level, where she manages to master a few rudimentary spells that are well behind aproperWizard of her age / schooling. It seems a little odd for a mage knight to come/be sent to prove herself if she can't cast at all. There are probably workarounds, but I think it might just be simpler to just change the type of fighter build I intend to do. So with that in mind, what do you guys think of this revised non-magic build? Do you think it will work okay? An archer knight may seem like an odd character concept, but the idea is that she's quite skilled with a horse bow as well as her sword.#id=919971 Or said mage knight is sent to prove herself, SO her mentor will teach her magic. Needed to have basics is place before spell casting is added to it. If that was the case, wouldn't she probably quite dungeon running and go off to learn magic once she hit level 3? At this point I think it's probably simpler for her to be a straight-up physical combatant. Although I am trying to decide exactly how to equip her. I was thinking maybe a shield, a long sword, and a bow, though I'm not sure how viable it is to frequently switch between equipment (sword and shield to bow and vice versa) in 5e. In DND that isn't really an issue, the same with taking a different class, background wise it could be explained with night classes. I'd just do the magic as special effects until they get the hang of it and can use it full force. *pokes at the IC... Waiting for either Shadowbox to drop a Castle Town thread or Baroque to reply so I can lose patience and make one myself. :Edit: Well then! That's that, then. If it happens that I have COMPLETELY missed the aesthetics and nature of the castle town... um, assume that your sorceress quest giver dosed you with LSD or something? Yeah. Not sure what's up with Shadowbox... we picked a direction in the dungeon like two or three weeks ago X_x just for everyone to be in the same line... the 2nd group is heading here (will post tomorrow Will be in on Wed during some point Did my passive Perception of 15 not yield any visuals? So I'm thinking there are a couple different ways Maria can be used here. One, she can dress up in that fine set of clothes her noble background grants her and try to charm/persuade the shopkeeper. (This is one situation where that weapon bond ability might have been interesting since she could have appeared more vulnerable than she actually is.) Alternately, we can have her run off on her own to try to find Sophie and maybe get into some trouble. :-)I guess I'll need to finalize Maria's starting stats since I may actually need to utilize them soon. Yes, I think you should finish your sheet post-haste either way. :Edit: In fact, I sort of insist. It'll become relevant very shortly. To confirm, which people are headed to the tailor's? Don't worry about leaving Sophie behind (unless you really want to catch her), I have a plan... Well, I was thinking Maria could find trouble whilelookingfor her sister, but if that's not in the cards I'll just have her come along to the tailor's shop. Though I was thinking of having her change into her finest to play the role of a young noblewoman. (Which she technically is, its just she'd be playing up that instead of her chosen occupation as a knight.) Anyway, how's this (#id=919971) for stats? I'm trying to strike a balance between her combat stats and her character stats. I realize her DEX is a bit high, but I wanted her to be skilled with a bow as well as a sword to reflect how dedicated she's been developing combat skills. Furthermore, I think everyone, save Maria maybe, is heading to the tailor's. Okay! I can work with that, makes things nice and easy. Daril, it looks like you've got 1 too many HP and 4 too many stat points? Aside from that, Maria could totally play that role. Quote from: tyr4n02r on 20-09-2016, 20:52:58I think everyone, save Maria maybe, is heading to the tailor's. This. But we can spare the time for Maria to change. Sorry, I misunderstood how the point buy system worked (and also forgot to lower Maria's HP when I lowered her constitution stat). How does this (#id=919971) look? Quote from: Daryl on 22-09-2016, 00:55:08Sorry, I misunderstood how the point buy system worked (and also forgot to lower Maria's HP when I lowered her constitution stat). How does this (#id=919971) look? My two cents, the computations look right. Looks fine to me! I think noble+human gets three languages rather than two, but beyond that, sheet checks out. Which is good because it's showtime for you. :P Indeed! ’D Let the comedy begin! @Haztur: What does purple text mean? It wasn't in your legend. It occurred to me after I posted that it was perhaps a bit presumptuous of me to divide the group the way I did. Though it seems Hater already fixed that problem. The idea was good, but you might have been heading into trouble :) Baroque, if you need me to slow down so you can catch up, just yell Psst.... What happened to Team A?... This thread IS moving absurdly fast. ;) Then again, I've been really busy the last few days. Dungeon group? You all still alive? Everyone but Ötzi has posted Well I'm still expecting some NC situations with group B, but I definitely like the way things are going right now. :-) I usually have the chance and space to check the place every evening so for me its fine (could push it a little faster, but I know most people won't be able to hold that... so I calmly lurk around and wait a few posts before crashing on it :D) Quote from: Field on 24-09-2016, 07:21:06Everyone but Ötzi has posted Yeah, I've had some busy times. But there we go. ’D Quote from: Artur on 24-09-2016, 07:43:03I usually have the chance and space to check the place every evening so for me its fine (could push it a little faster, but I know most people won't be able to hold that... so I calmly lurk around and wait a few posts before crashing on it :D)Ditto, I'm pretty much in a place (minus Tuesdays) where I can at least check updates, but I try to put a "wait-3-posts" limit on myself, because I can type it when I think of something, and then C-P it when I get internet. Insomnia doesn't help things either. Quote from: Rentals on 24-09-2016, 05:09:26 This thread IS moving absurdly fast. ;) Then again, I've been really busy the last few days. Honest-to-god momentum in a Pop is both a bit rare and absolutely wonderful to see. ^_^ I like to think that with Even being such an old language, used so much in poetry and courting and things like that, at this point basically any combination of words can be used orhasbeen used as a euphemism for something lewd. Ok, so what would I roll to keep a boner down (or simply composure if it's easier to stat.) Also, how oldish is middle-aged for an elf, anyway? Will reply later, unless you want something poorly formatted that ill fix when not on mobile. Older editions had middle age for elves be 175 years. Dunno if that's the case here, but it seems right here. You... want to roll something to keep from popping one. (Little Death save?) Let's say it's a Charisma save, that sounds superficially plausible. Just to clarify Artur, is all this going on inside one of the fitting rooms, or outside, where anyone could interrupt? :P sounds more like a constitution roll... and that explain why are so many half elves :Inside the fitting rooms... the idea is we are interrogating the girl for information... of course... soon enough Karen would be able to hear any of them moan... if she is curious... It'd honestly depend on how you're trying to hide it... Adjusting pants would be DEX (sleight of hand) while making a remark to distract from it would be charisma (bluff) Rolling for both for different people (and probably reactions...)EDIT: Bluff is now Deception btw. I was under the impression the scene with the twins and the half elf was happening behind the curtain. It feels a bit IOC for Maria to just stand there passively while Sophie strips the half elf and all that other stuff she did, but I guess I can go with it if Guano is. (I was also wondering if I should let Guano write the half-elf's reaction to all of this before I wrote another post myself.) well Evan could have seen them when Sophie opened the curtain in the first place, in Karen's case should be listening...but yeah, the curtain is closed :P, maybe Karen left it a bit open so she could watch :P My interpretation was that Evan made use of a sneaky Mage Hand to peel back the curtain a bit and take a peek. Didn't really get a lot in the way of useful information, but he got his peek. Whether Maria interrupts Sophie during her action is something you should work out with Artur! If it seems like she would, I have no problem with the hapless little half-elf winding up half-undressed before Maria goes, "wait, what are you doing, this is crazy" I thought it was another door, elsewhere... damn Evan! Ok we are exposed! Not that Sophie cares, but she wanted to keep her interrogation. Private :Plot in the CAS EOF Maria, i just assumed she was too shocked to react, but be my guess to react before the girl. Evan used Mage Hand briefly, and the only thing he saw (again briefly) was a pretty pair o' breasts. Not a super-big "taxa" sweep, but more like a gust of wind that gave a peek. The mom was distracted, the daughter was with the twins' twins, and IDK about the dad. That was my impression too -that Evan just got a brief glimpse/peek, not the twins being obviously exposed for all to see. And yeah, if Hater doesn't mind I think I am going to have Maria interrupt Sophie before she gets very far along with stripping the half elf. Snif I wanted her stripped... lol but of course Maria had to be the prudish party popper :Plot it's ok :D My apologies. I thought the curtain was open. ;) My bad. I swear to god I'm not trying to go super easy on you guys. D:You know those combat encounters where none of the bad guys seem to be able to roll anything over a five? This is the social encounter's equivalent of that. Sophie is happy with her role :D Quote from: Guano on 27-09-2016, 06:35:50I swear to god I'm not trying to go super easy on you guys. D:You know those combat encounters where none of the bad guys seem to be able to roll anything over a five? This is the social encounter's equivalent of that. Since I haven't had to do any checks myself yet, I'm wondering how exactly this is working. I thought ability checks were something the GM called, but here it seems like the players are the ones deciding what checks to do. This is deliberate, in two respects. First, locally speaking, you have the initiative; the gang don't seem to know you're here (or if they do, they don't seem to consider you [INSERT VARIABLE HERE] enough to make an appearance). The shop staff (aside from the daughter) know you're a bunch of weirdos but well within the bounds of their clientele (given the nature of the town, they get all sorts of weirdos in here. Also, they keep whiffing their Insight/Perception tests). This means that right now you have the initiative; you are the instigator of events, which the NPCs react to, instead of the other way around. That means the application of force/persuasion/investigation/sexy is largely in your hands. For the moment, anyway. Second, more broadly speaking, I enjoy it when players take initiative and seize their fate with their own hands! I'll ask for a check if it seems important, otherwise I'm more than happy to let you take an active role in deciding what you're rolling on and what you're not. Happy to oblique :And about initiative, Daryl what Sophie ask is for help, if Maria accepts she guides her, Maria can say no and wait, Sophie would continue her "interrogation" meanwhile. Working on catching up with school work, then going to catch up on posts. Okay! Now I do call for checks. Stealth from the Castle Town team, please! 1d20a2 Result: 13 (It starts... Rolls 16+3=19 Blew. Roll(1d20)+2:2,+2Total:4If we're going to do this very often, should we maybe have a separate thread for dice rolls rather than using the IOC discussion thread for it? I won't be doing this very often (or if I do, usually it will be in a situation where the rolls can be integrated into your next post). In this case, stopping and detouring into the IOC is necessary. First there are a variety of outcomes on how this engagement will start (or even if it will start) depending on who succeeds at what. Also, I am pretty curious what Karen (or even Aleena) makes of all this, and what her reaction will be. :P Roll Result: Sophie rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total Comment: Stealth Result: 3,Total: 7shit, where are my hero points when I need to reroll... I suppose Sophie is still moles tiling Film something... otherwise I don't see how the girl can't keep quiet :P Hmm... The whole game vanished from my bookmarks. So I have been "unable to post" for some time now. Stealth roll is needed? (= Total 8Storywise, I need to recap what has happened. And I think Aleena has just been "behind" as she's not as social as the rest of the group. Silent watcher so far or something. Let me recap quickly:Group (all) went into the baker with Witch. Talks with the baker. > Witch Disappears > Laurel/Maria/Evan go to check for prints in the back of the bakery, same time: Sophie leaves (solo, without telling why/where she's going), leaving Aleena and Karen in the bakery. Then: Trackers (Laurel/Maria/Evan) went to track, Sophie still in her solo (bad tag on one post.), Aleena and Karen were left (without telling where the hell group split in an instant) into the bakery. Am I so far on the track? Then Karen (posting from long hiatus) teleported (was following the trackers whole time?) next to the tracker unit.... Aleena still alone in the bakery...... Then Maria acted like Aleena was with them, asking form her something (even rest of the group Tags never mentioned Aleena being there.) before the Tailor shop. Things happened inside, and some did or did not tag everyone. As Maria asked only few to company her inside (Aleena being one of them) we can recon that she did NOT come in, as I have not posted any such thing yet ? As timewise there has been like few minutes MAX inside the store so far. I would love to have clear point who is in, and who stayed out of the tailor store. (and how big the said store is, as there are quite number of people in plus the shop staff) Glad to have you back, then! That recap looks roughly accurate! Evan, Laurel, Maria, Sophie and Karen plus the shop staff are all in the tailor shop (in theory there probably would have been other customers browsing, but in the name of not making the scene more complicated they probably left before things went sideways). For the size of the shop, I was thinking something roughly like this (replace several of the racks with more displays, since their stock-in-trade is custom work):image(that while that's nothing amazing by modern standards, that's friggin' huge by medieval ones. I don't mind a little reconning to get you involved or where you need to be! Karen, for instance, decided she had been following the trackers, and that's no big deal. I even have something for you if you stayed at the baker's, but it's probably better for cohesion to tag along with tracker team. Edit! Ah! You are outside the shop. That is perfect, actually. Apologies everyone! My last five days or so were a total nightmare, and I wasn't able to get up to speed or post. I'm getting caught up now. Is any GM brewery required to get me back on track? ’D Let me know! More like screwing w that staff, some more literally than others. Synopsis above. No GM brewery required whatsoever, in your case! If I remember right, 5e continues 4e's tradition on nonlethal combat, where there's no such thing as subdural damage, but you can decide whether an enemy is dead or just unconscious when you drop it to 0HP. *whistles as her returns to E* Okay guys, I'm back. So whatdidIOMGWeAreInCombat Not for long, it seems. xDMiroque! Aleena gets to see her party engaging the enemy. She's at the bottom of the unit order so it makes some amount of sense that she be fashionably late to the combat. Are we actually using the initiative order? If Aleena had "been faster" I would still act late. As there would have been no reason for her to be "intoned" . Quote from: Daryl on 09-10-2016, 08:40:31Are we're actually using the initiative order? This. Want to know too, but it's okay with me since I would be last. Quote from: Daryl on 09-10-2016, 08:40:31Are we're actually using the initiative order?ehhhhhh, sort of? Strict ordering is taking a major backseat to convenience already. Right now, I will be resolving actions in initiative order at very least. This will probably turn out okay because it's the first fight/you're winning pretty well anyway/it's not a complicated tactical scenario.In the future, I may do group initiative just so resolving things doesn't evolve into a rat's nest as people go down/don't go down. Edit: more relevantly, this also means that both Karen and especially Maria can go twice on their action (last round/next round, since they rolled a'initiative and didn't declare an action) Wait, I get to act a second time? Everyone besides Karen/Maria declared an action to go with their initiative, so you two are currently a 'round behind,' as it were. Alrighty! More stabbing, ahoy! ’D GM call! Will Aleena's spell affect everyone in the store? Quote from: Rikki on 11-10-2016, 07:08:35GM call! Will Aleena's spell affect everyone in the store? Also, who is in range? A 15-foot cube will not affect the people near the dressing room (Sophie, Evan, Laurel, shop staff) as the releases engaged the bandits 30' out near the store's entrance. Daril has decided that it did affect Maria, which I have no objection to (Flying Naked Knights, is that a band?) Itmayaffect Karen, depending on whether she was on the fringes of the scrum and whether Rentals wants to take some punishment. :P...since I get the impression that people are itching to take damage here, I guess you can decide that you moved up if you really want? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Nah LOL Sophie's reaction to the whole commotion:("Flying Naked Knights" should be a band's name Hmm. I don't particularly want to take damage in this case. XD But I did just charge the group of arriving bandits, and drop one hell of a whammy on them, so I'm probably taking the hit. :) Not much choice in the matter, unless you say otherwise. If you think you should! Roll they saving throw. I think I was supposed to roll Persuasion rather than Intimidate. I'll change it if need be, but the result of the roll would be the same anyway. Also, I'm oddly here today, but will not likely be tomorrow instead. I remember most of the band was out for the day... from what Film told Sophie... or I am wrong on that? Any guidelines on what Maria's status should be once she wakes up, seeing how Aleena's thunder wave reduced her health to zero? (That's why I had her get knocked unconscious by it.) By RAW, you regain consciousness and 1HP after 1d4 hours, or you regain consciousness after you are healed enough to regain 1 hit point. Fili did indeed tell Sophie that most of the band was out for the day. Could wind up being trouble. >: D Yeah, the good news is that you get back HP really quickly in this system with just natural healing once you're upright. In the interest of getting Maria back in the game, can we speed that up a bit? Alternately since this isn't the main thread perhaps I could play a different character temporarily, but I imagine people might prefer it if I just stuck with Maria. Your unconsciousness timer rolled a 1 anyhow; if people are going to wait for the bandits to regain consciousness so they can interrogate them, then there isn't a huge mechanical difference anyway! New post: #msg12708246Would I roll for Investigation or Perception? A detailed search would be Investigation. So... Is there anything at all going on in the dungeon? Added roll It occurs to me that in addition to suffering the aftereffects of being hit by Aleena's thunder wave, Maria isn't actually properly equipped to go raiding a dungeon at the moment (due to her acting the part of a noblewoman). That makes me wonder if maybe I should take her out of play for a while. Since this isn't the main RPG I'd thought about temporarily swapping her for a different character, but then we'd need to figure out a way to write that new character in. Guano, what do you think? Are there any ways we might be able to work a different character in for a bit? Or some way to keep Maria involved despite her current state (getting sent back to her lodgings and finding trouble on the way for instance)? Hmm. Several things, in no particular order. I'd rather people not swap characters mid-adventure... at all, really, but particularly not unless they're genuinely down and out. The difference between 1HP and full HP at 1st level is not large. You go down in 1 hit instead of 2, if you get hit. She could grab her armor (maybe somebody brought it with them?) and be a perfectly viable frontliner, mostly via praying not to get hit it's true, and it isn't the end of the world if you get downed again. The way this adventure is set up, you don't actually need to get into combat again if you play your cards right (there are many different paths to move forward, of which hitting up the dungeon is only one) and are a bit flexible about when you declare victory. A short rest (represented by her taking a bit to recuperate+interrogate prisoners) lets you spend a hit die to get back 1d10 HP. All right, I'll try running with that. (Well, I guess I decided to have her go back to the Inn to get her things anyway.) Quote from: Chulanowa on 14-10-2016, 08:00:37So... Is there anything at all going on in the dungeon? Nope, seems like we were completely abandoned :(Sorry, I'm still here, have had some schoolwork to do and ended up falling into a bit of a funk for a week or so. I'll work up a post before bed. Jajajaj stupid of may part, Sophie's message was supposed to be in elf, plop I can keep the ball rolling, but I need to confirm whether Maria is going back or not (or sending for her servant, for instance), to know whether I need to set something separate up for her. I was waiting on a response from Karen. I think having Maria's serving girl bring her gear to the shop is a good idea (as it would get around needing to separate Maria from the rest of the group), but I'm wondering how Maria would get word to said serving girl. (Also Sophie might get curious about her sister's serving girl...) we can send an errant boy, or we can assume magic :Plot Sophie sons't always go for the help :She was in an interrogation :But depends on how cute the servant girls is she can make an exception :P By the powers of Plot Convenience, I summon a retainer! Really wished Laurel to fail the save and I got my wish. :P @Guancyto-I was actually going to handle introducing Maria's serving girl myself. I actually had a character model (picked out for her.@Hatzur-Depending on how long ago Sophie left home, it's also possible she already knows the girl who's with Maria. Though we probably don't want to drag the scene out too much. Quote from: Daryl on 19-10-2016, 18:53:46@Guancyto -I was actually going to handle introducing Maria's serving girl myself. I actually had a character model (picked out for her.@Hatzur -Depending on how long ago Sophie left home, it's also possible she already knows the girl who's with Maria. Though we probably don't want to drag the scene out too much. Just add glasses, and she is mousy, pretty and submissive... perfect servant girl :DI am sure Sophie knows here... the problem is that the girl might know some of the worst of Sophie's secrets. Hah, a relatively sneaky way of getting in a second character. PI have changed the description, so you can have her for a bit. @GuancytoHope you don't mind I kind of wrote my own intro. There were some things I wanted to convey about the girl and her relationship with Maria.@HatzurIf you'd prefer we can assume Elena started working at the family's estate after Sophie left. If that's the case presume Elena only recognizes Sophie because Maria mentioned Sophie when she stopped by her lodgings earlier. I have no problem either, I can know her before or not, your call :It would be entertaining for Sophie to check the "new servant"the way, technically all metal armors require help to get it on. Even chain mail shirts, huh? Well, I can edit my post to have Maria accept the offered help easily enough. *Shrug* So Evan doesn't really have anything to contribute. Do I just do some fluff text or sit this cycle out? Weren't you in the dungeon? Surely if you keep looking around will find Laurel messed all up in spider web Quote from: Daryl on 20-10-2016, 18:35:04Even chain mail shirts, huh? Well, I can edit my post to have Maria accept the offered help easily enough.depends on the chain shirt... but I remember for example in Robin Hood, Crowe asking for Marianne's help to finish the last details to take the chain shirt off, they aren't as flexible as one would believe, ... but some authors or historians disagree.... oh well we need research. So if I'm using Mage Hand to break web strings, do I roll a strength check? Add Spell Modifier? Mage Hand doesn't really have the strength for it, unfortunately. Clearly you should get closer and try your luck! :P Can I mod my post and use my long sword then? I have no objection. (possibly try Mage Hand, realize it won't do the trick, try something else) Yea that's what I was going to do Make a Dexterity check while we're here. >: D :/ Well one went better than the other... The question I'm struggling with is, how masochistic is try, and how much of a dick do I want to be... Not very to either? No? So, my internet router blew out, so I'll be lurking, but I'm still here. ISP is trash, so might not be til next week until I get a new box. Will prob post at SO's house. Sent from mobile. Had a number of crap things happen, which have been resolved. Going to post later today. ’D hope everything is much better Armand godspeed replacing the modem Try Just busted down my ISP's office. Got the new box, seems to work. Soon guys. Shall we go quietly into the night, then? I'm still in but it looks like it. What did kill this ? I myself have been rather busy, I do think is our turns as players to continue the events, we had good rhythm. I know I've been neglecting this lately. Furthermore, I probably could have managed something but took advantage of the lull in activity. Furthermore, I can try to get something up soon if we plan to continue. Furthermore, I do plan... probably when nanograms is over Adrift! Rentals has been going through some major RL adjustments, so he gets a pass. Tyr... well, dunno. *shrug*Either way, I will get back to this after the Thanksgiving weekend or so. Great! Looking forward to this. Yeah, things went to crap IRL for me. I'll be okay, but I may only be able to post twice a week, maybe three times if I'm lucky from here on out. (Assuming everything goes according to plan. It's a good plan, but the gods something the plans of mice and men, and all that. :() hope everything goes according to plan Akin :(hope everything goes well No worries, Akin. Real life always comes first, and whatever you can provide us is good. Speaking of... yeah! Ready to go, and it's totally you guys' turn. Sorry to my group, real life kinda snuck up... and kinda not, ended up getting a full-time/season job (seasonal with 40+ hours) in addition to my schoolwork, so my time to be running such a large game shrunk horribly. Do I have anyone left from group 1, besides Premier and Gun? I suppose congrats are in order

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Exandrian Troubles (OOC Discussion Thread)

You all know the drill. Interest Thread (#msg14464677)[URL= Scenes Thread (}Main Thread[/URL)Discord Chat Thread (Roster thread (Hello everyone! ’D Echo! Lol hey Keys. :P Okay, No'lien likes to wander the city and visit different Taverns to listen to the rumors going on around town. What is the best tavern to meet others in? Depends on the kind of rumors she's after honestly. The Cloud top District might've been the most damaged back in the day, but it's still the home of most of the nobility and the city officials, so rumors there would be related to businesses, 'important or official' matters of state, things of that nature, although rumors of monster attacks, bandit raids, and much more would still find their way up there. The Graveyard District would be more 'low level' stuff, if not outright criminals openly talking to each other if she happens into the right kind of scummy bar lol. Alana's bar and tavern however would be that comfortable if respectable middle ground, with the little Trick foot gal running a tight ship, meaning she wouldn't be tolerating the kind of trouble other places would further 'down wind', if that makes sense. Not that just anyone can get up to the Cloud top District of course. Some things don't change while others change quite a bit. Where ever work for someone who primary life skills are punching things really hard and occasionally fling a radiant Heineken is where Keri is likely to have spent much of their time in Demon. They are likely staying in really cheap inns to keep money use low as they attempt to rebuild their travel coffers, getting all the way to Demon was quite the expense after all. Plus this is a large hub city, a good place to gather information about where to go next on their quest to punch whoever sent them monsters and mercy to the monastery in the face. If there is a shortage of work of the punching verity, there is every possibility that He would offer his services on occasion to brothels that would be willing to take him in for a night or two. He's not exactly the most charming individual, but he is lovely to look, exotic in nature, and very...flexible. And coin is coin, after all, even if he has to split what he earns there with the house it is normally a good chance to get a bath a meal and a nicer roof overhead for a day or two. They would rarely elect to stay in that position for too long though, they knew their temperament well enough that if they left themselves for too long in that sort of situation it would be only a matter of time before they lost control and broke the nose of a patron that said the wrong thing to them, and then no brothel would be willing to take them in. Probably a good chance he's run into Gil in passing or possible while doing a brothel stay, though I'll leave it up to them as to the number of interactions they've had. Good to know Winds, truly. And again, keep in mind any of you folks could've met up on the way to Emo nor in Demon itself well before the game started if anyone wishes to do so. I'm pretty flexible in that regard. ’D True enough, anyone want to have spent time on the rod to Demon with my disaster monk? Quote from: Winds Of Lust on 31-10-2018, 21:10:42True enough, anyone want to have spent time on the rod to Demon with my disaster monk? Hmm.... No'lien could have met your disaster monk on the road. She was travelling down from White stone. That seems possible depends on how long we would want to establish them traveling together. Would you prefer that they only know each other a little (They met on the road to Demon) or perhaps an are more closely acquainted (lets say they met in White stone and came down to Demon together, I would easily believe that when Kari traveled from the greater Vasselheim area to Tail'Dora his first stop could have been to White stone (for reasons) and then from there down to Demon? I'm easy either way. Quote from: Winds Of Lust on 31-10-2018, 22:22:39That seems possible depends on how long we would want to establish them traveling together. Would you prefer that they only know each other a little (They met on the road to Demon) or perhaps an are more closely acquainted (lets say they met in White stone and came down to Demon together, I would easily believe that when Kari traveled from the greater Vasselheim area to Tail'Dora his first stop could have been to White stone (for reasons) and then from there down to Demon? I'm easy either way. Just looking at map of Alexandria, and Vasselheim is on another continent to the west from Tail'Dora. White stone is on Northeast of Tail'Dora. Demon is west coast of Tail'Dora. Map of Alexandria (so catch a ship from Vasselheim to the west coast of Tail'Dora. No'lien is coming from White stone... probably not walking that far! Hm.... she probably travels with Aunt Vex'dahlia with Aunt Key'let opening a tree portal for them.okay...harder than I thought for them to meet up on the road. Hmm.... maybe we meet inside Demon? First off, happy Halloween everyone who's celebrating today. ’D Second of all, Keri could've easily gone to White stone before No'Lien was due to leave. It takes time for messages to get from place to place, and making arrangements that no one will be able to intercept or talk about if they're hopefully unaware of it is even harder, but not impossible. Chances are No'Lien leaves shortly after Keri makes his way down to White stone, that way you two can go together, and you're able to spend time together on the way to Demon. Easy fix if you ask me. :P Plus, just because I arrive close to Demon, doesn't mean I can't make visiting White stone a higher thing on Keri's to-do list (and I have reasons to believe he may be interested in doing some rumor hunting in White stone) before not finding what he's looking for and heading to the next big center of civilization on this continent; Demon. Taking such a roundabout trip would certainly leave the poor boy broke and unable to continue traveling. Or, and another excellent reason to be Broke, He used all his money to charter a spot on an airship going to White stone, surely it has at least one airship hub if it has expanded its trade routes and grown so significantly. Okay, better idea. No'lien is delivering a message to Fort Dario and on way back, encounters Keri. No'lien was sent to Fort Dario because she would be considered a secure messenger. How they meet is that she is attacked by some creature and Keri comes to help. No'lien's horse becomes monster food, so now she has to walk the rest of the way back. How about that? Well whatever you two decide to do, as I was trying to tell Keys earlier, it takes time for word to reach anywhere, even with the aid of magic. My idea was that during such a delay, No'Lien was in White stone for a while, either because she hadn't left yet or because she had gone back for a while, (although I'd prefer she not has been in Demon long enough to DO anything against the Clasp just yet), and Keri shows up in town. They meet up, she gets word from Vex in Demon, and they go back to the city together. That was just my idea though, but whatever you decide to do, I DON'T want you guys dismantling my whole plot before the game even starts lol. That's why I'm kinda blew about you having been in Demon long at all. That and I'm more of the mind Vex called on help from her niece without consulting ANYONE in the city so no one had a chance to prepare for her arrival. I'unto about you guys, but Gil lives in Demon. Specifically HSE lives in someone's attic in demon. Eating pigeons like a crazy person. You're not there investigating the Clasp though Chub lol. HIFI fellow DND geeks. Finally got my act together! 3 I MIGHT'VE found a mapmaker I can use here on E, if that's the case we might have maps after all. They won't be anything fancy, and I sure as Hell won't be moving icons around, but it'll at least give us ideas of where everyone kinda is and stuff. Also, had Snake. ’D Had Snake, welcome to the madhouse. Maybe we can roll your character into the discussion of meeting on the road? I am thinking the meeting happens on the road between Fort Dario and Demon. Probably; she does keep on the move usually. :p Given that we are starting soon, I think our character relations should be finalized lol I think the easiest way for this is to figure out what Route People who are from outside Demon want to use to get into Demon, and how long they have been in Demon at the start of this story. That will help us devise a proper timeline of who was what and where with whom. I'm personally still kind of feeling Keri having been in Demon for a bit, long enough for him to be doing the things I mentioned back in my first post here (doing odd jobs and occasionally turning a trick or two at a Brothel because that's just how this little red boy do) But I get the sense that may preclude him being able to meet No'lien If they are only arriving in Demon recently after taking a message to Fort D and then making their way south for Demon. If that is the case, and we still want our characters to be acquainted Keys, we could possibly have it that they met a while back in White stone as Keri was looking for leads and info in the town. If so, we should discuss the circumstances of that particular meeting. Then he leaves for Demon finding no relevant information in White stone to his hunt at this time, leaving a good while before you get asked to travel there. So when you arrive you have reason to sea out your friendly acquaintance to say hi. Or perhaps as your time in Demon gross more complicated you remember your fiery, little monk body said he was probably going to be around Demon for a while and think 'he could be handy in a fight'. IDK, I'm open to additional suggestions. Again I think the key points to establish are when and how long you want your PC to have arrived in Demon. Quote from: Winds Of Lust on 02-11-2018, 23:05:57Given that we are starting soon, I think our character relations should be finalized lol I think the easiest way for this is to figure out what Route People who are from outside Demon want to use to get into Demon, and how long they have been in Demon at the start of this story. That will help us devise a proper timeline of who was what and where with whom. I'm personally still kind of feeling Keri having been in Demon for a bit, long enough for him to be doing the things I mentioned back in my first post here (doing odd jobs and occasionally turning a trick or two at a Brothel because that's just how this little red boy do) But I get the sense that may preclude him being able to meet No'lien If they are only arriving in Demon recently after taking a message to Fort D and then making their way south for Demon. If that is the case, and we still want our characters to be acquainted Keys, we could possibly have it that they met a while back in White stone as Keri was looking for leads and info in the town. If so, we should discuss the circumstances of that particular meeting. Then he leaves for Demon finding no relevant information in White stone to his hunt at this time, leaving a good while before you get asked to travel there. So when you arrive you have reason to sea out your friendly acquaintance to say hi. Or perhaps as your time in Demon gross more complicated you remember your fiery, little monk body said he was probably going to be around Demon for a while and think 'he could be handy in a fight'. IDK, I'm open to additional suggestions. Again I think the key points to establish are when and how long you want your PC to have arrived in Demon. Hmmm... true. No'lien hasn't been there long, but what is probably easiest at this point is that they know each other through Alana Trick foot(NPC). She is a tavern owner in Demon that runs a small brothel that would fit Keri perfectly. Alana Trick foot is someone No'lien knows and would visit regularly. Gil could also connect in easily through Alana as well. No'lien could have run into Laura on the road between Fort Dario and Demon. Quote from: eaters on 03-11-2018, 00:21:17Hmmm... true. No'lien hasn't been there long, but what is probably easiest at this point is that they know each other through Alana Trick foot(NPC). She is a tavern owner in Demon that runs a small brothel that would fit Keri perfectly. Alana Trick foot is someone No'lien knows and would visit regularly. Gil could also connect in easily through Alana as well. No'lien could have run into Laura on the road between Fort Dario and Demon. Given that Gil does, on occasion, visit brothels (gotta keep up appearances, but she basically just socializes with the ladies and / or blushes at the lads) that sort of thing could work for sure. Yeah. I'm fine with ideas for meeting up with Laura since I don't know a lot on Alexandria If No'lien meets up with Laura on the road, she would bring Laura to Alana's Tavern as someplace good to stay at. And the Main Thread and the Private Scenes thread are up and ready to go everyone. Since we seem to be in mutual agreement to meet at Alana's bar, that's where the main post is situated currently. If I need to edit anything just ask, but overall, things are getting noticeably tense. That people are being publicly executed for ANY reason is never a good thing lol. Still, it's not for a bad reason in this case, but the problem stems from the fact there's been more than usual due to the number of people causing trouble, as you'd expect with what you've been told before now in the Discord and the interest thread and what have ya. That aside, I'll HOPEFULLY be able to provide an actual map of the damn place, just as soon as I figure out how to share and make it on this new map program I've found on Steam. Anyway, you're free to start anywhere you want in the city, doing whatever, just don't do anything too crazy. :EDIT: Having said that, you DO need to get to Alana's bar sooner rather than later. Thanks! Oh, I think Alana's place is the exact kind of Brothel Keri would be super comfortable lingering in or making a temp home at while in demon and going about their business, and if he could pay for lodging with their lovely little ass then why not, if DM is cool with Keri being a part-time whore there, I'd be more than happy with that. Knock yourself out, and Alana certainly won't make a fuss if he decides to deck someone that deserves it. ’D So does everyone know each other already? My idea was that Kiss was just arriving the city (not necessarily for the first time) but could've met with some other previously as well. After having checked IOC and a bit of the initial post meeting on Alana's bar sounds great, as an inn and a bar sounds like a great place for a mercenary to look for a job, and a great way to meet the other PCs. The fact that it is also a brothel can lead to something else as well, but I am not walking in looking for that... haha yeah sure ::) Lol and good morning to everyone here. And Keri? (Winds) Do me a favor and post a Performance roll here in the IOC for me? Just for the hell of it lol. You might be making a woman either very happy or rather...disappointed. :P All joking aside, I'll get starting things edited into that first post for you guys if you need them, just let me know, but I can't quite do it at the moment. Oh, no! Keri has a negative 1 charisma modifier. I had internalized that as him being to hot headed to be diplomatic and to cute to be in terminating it I didn’t think about him doing anything performance wise! I’ll make the roll when I get home from work. @Vergil, can I get a short setting intro for Laura? Since she's "new" to Alexandria? I can't do it right now but certainly, I'll do what I can for ya Snake. DLL you said you wanted him working at Alana's bar there Winds, I'm just taking advantage of the offer. :P No worries though, I can't make edits nearly as easily as I'd like currently so take your time. So is it fine if Kiss just arrives at their own to the inn and starts looking for a job? Anything will do, although it will depend on her current mood :P Quote from: Kathy an on 03-11-2018, 18:37:29So is it fine if Kiss just arrives at their own to the inn and starts looking for a job? Anything will do, although it will depend on her current mood :Feel free to just arrive at the Inn, Kathy an. You can either be there for a meal or look at the job posting board. :) I think Alana has a job posting board at least! ;) Her place caters to adventurers and the like, so I'm fine with that. I would ask for I THINK, and feel free to correct me Keys, an Investigation check once she gets to the board though. Otherwise, you're free to do as ya like Kath. ’D Quote from: Vergil1989 on 03-11-2018, 18:53:54Her place caters to adventurers and the like, so I'm fine with that. I would ask for I THINK, and feel free to correct me Keys, an Investigation check once she gets to the board though. Otherwise, you're free to do as ya like Kath. Unless there is a "secret" message on the board, shouldn't need an Investigation check. Now if there is a secret message on the board, yeah, need an Investigation check! ;) Hmm.m. Would a GM hide a secret message on the Posting Board??? >:) My thinking was more there's just a metric, literal shit ton of job postings right now due to all the chaos going on, in top of just people asking for simple things like guarding a warehouse, finding lost items, getting cats out of trees, stuff like that. Still, a secret message hadn't crossed my mind until you said something.... Unless the language of Alexandria is similar to Toil's, poor Laura would be all, "I can't read this! ~_~" I'm evil, I'm not that evil. It'll be similar enough she won't have an issue most of the time, and the few times she might, it'll be easy enough to figure out, so don't worry on that Snake. ’D Gotta love parallel worlds lol. Maybe a difference gives her a bit of exotic? Like her use of elvish/even is a bit more on the lyrical side? Or undercommon is uncommon? He-he. Lol more the words might be a little different, so Undercommon would still be Undercommon, just some of the translation might be a bit off is all. I MIGHT make you roll with a slight disadvantage in some situations regarding such things, but for everyday speech and the like it won't be an issue, so unless I say otherwise, just more keep it in mind for RP flavor. :EDIT: I want to get these intros done in bulk rather than simply adding to that first post a piece at a time, so if you want me to help give you a starting point, speak now or forever hold your piece. I can't do Winds until he gets that Performance check for me regardless, so I'll be waiting for that in any event. Sorry for the inconvenience guys and gals. We're waiting on Silk anyway, so it works out. And she IS still coming, she just needs to get some final adjustments done to her character's background more than anything at this point. Just made my first post, I didn't really know where to start, so I hope it is fine. ^^ Looks fine to me Kath. ’D I like it. Some grammar issues, but nothing serious, although it'd have taken her about a week to get to Demon from Senior probably, although depending on the animal form she used to get there, (which you didn't specify that I saw at least, kinda appreciate it if ya did), that time would be cut considerably. Just making sure we're understood since, despite what some people have said, there IS travel time between the various cities and such. And there WILL be travel time to consider anytime there's a potential for a nighttime ambush, just so we're all clear. :P At some point I figured I'd use they for her since her gender is ambiguous, so I might have confused a little, I guess I should the same pronoun all the time. :P I shall still check for any other issues. And for animal shape since can't choose a flying shape, yet I think I'll go with a horse, I'll edit and add it. Well she IS a girl last I checked, she just looks like something in between, so yeah....let's stick with gal pronouns shall we? :P Other people can confuse her gender all they like if that's fine with you Kath, but for your personal use, just whatever seems appropriate, but Kiss IS a girl, yes? As for the animal thing, a horse is good, just wanted to be sure we were on the same page was all. Thanks! I already said my piece. ^_^ Yeah Kiss is a girl, she does have a resembling brother named Kris's though. But ok I'll stick with female pronouns :Yeah horsey is fine, I won't be choosing any dinosaurs or crazy animals unless they are already common enough. Lol you obviously haven't seen Scandal turn himself into a triceratops during the Briar wood arc at the town of White stone. :P True, Matt was a little hesitant at the time, but I THINK he made Sam roll for something just to see if his bard would even know what a triceratops even was, but after a success, well....let's just say Scandal had himself some serious fun trashing some guy's giant mansion lol. Point being, if you WANTED to get inventive, you'd have to have a logical reason as to how Kiss even knows what a dinosaur or whatever IS first, but if it's good enough and the roll seems high enough, I'll let it slide. Figuring out the stats would be another matter though....ugh lol. And I know Snake, I know. :P True. Should be fun 17 (-1 so a 16 final score on a performance. Could have been WAY worst hahaha Lol indeed. So not the BEST night he's ever had, but it certainly wasn't bad either. You'll probably be getting a nice tip if nothing else. ’D >:)I'll get you and Snake's intros up in the first post and let you know when it's ready with a post here. Thank you two! Feel free to start planning what you do once you reach the bar itself though, and sorry for the inconvenience everyone else. It's no big deal, you already know about my issue with activity I wouldn't call it an issue so much, but I understand, so no worries. And I have Snake and Winds' intro things up for whenever you get a chance. I figure the monk might've talked a bit about himself with Ahura once she proved nice enough the night before, that, and I figure she's perceptive enough to figure out there's SOMETHING driving him to wander even if she doesn't know what that is. If you'd rather I edit it, just ask, and I will, but I shamelessly used Ashe's face from the new Overwatch cinematic lol. Anyway, hope those are good. Once you guys post again I'll get more up for Kath and the rest, that, and I'm hoping to delay until Silk gets her sheet fixed up in any event. But for now you guys are free to do as you like. See ya! The into set up is lovely, glad to know Keri hasn't lost his mojo just yet XD And I have no objection to it being Ashe, nor to them having all beings asked about or having figured out that Keri is after/looking for something/someone. Today got really eaten up by life, so a post will be more likely out of me tomorrow, but I'll see about getting one started. Bah, you're fine Winds, so don't sweat it. And Silk is approved by the way! She should be getting her sheet and an IOC post up soon, so we got the rest of the band together I do believe. I still kinda wish we had an actual cleric, since they're more dedicated radiant and healing stuff, but meh, we'll make due. :P Besides, we got a pretty interesting cast of folks regardless, so I'm looking forward to seeing what you're all capable of. Adios! Don't worry about the healing too much, I'm happy to make a focus towards covering that. :) Lol no you're fine Silk. You do what YOU want to do and leave me to my paranoid mutterings. Seriously, don't sweat it too much. ’D is the kind of DM and overall theme I'm hoping to reach. An epic tale of people from every corner of the map, combining their talents and skills in mutual betterment of the whole since any group, no matter how disparate, has the potential for greatness. I haven't seen all the first Divinity Original Sin, and I haven't even started the second yet, BUT what I have seen was pretty amazing, no question. ’D Let's do this right folks! I'm doing exactly that, I actually really enjoy being an empowering based back line support role. :) He, I see. Well whatever floats your boat I suppose. EDIT: And for some reason, Silk's Myth weavers sheet link won't let anyone click and simply open it like you would anything else. I'm pretty sure you CAN however open it if you highlight it, right click, and go down to Open In New Tab, so if anyone needs to check out her stats, just do that and it'll hopefully work. As a clickable link though, it won't function as it's supposed to, it's weird since I've never seen that happen before. Yet another reason why I hate Myth weavers after a few of my character sheets got ate by their site when it crashed way back when now. Since we were talking about character's themes, here is Lenny's. Sung by herself of course. I think this one is a pretty strong contender given her backstory. Strangely I can't listen to either one all the way through myself. That kind of music just isn't my thing I guess. -[Still, they're not bad, don't mistake me Silk. To EVERYONE! If anyone wants to make a roll of any kind, by all means do so if you feel one is necessary. I just ask you explain why and what you're trying to figure out as clearly as you can in whatever post you're doing said roll in. Kathy an for example is doing an Investigation roll in hers, and she explained her reasoning simply if clearly. She's a good example is all I'm saying. ’D So while I'll occasionally throw requests for rolls at you as I've already done, you can certainly do your own along the way if you feel so inclined. Barring an in-game request for something, a quick IOC comment along the same lines is fine too, but an in game component would still be necessary, naturally. If you can think of any others that could fit her I'd love to hear them. :) I'll try to see if I can't think of anything for ya Silk. DI'm not entirely sure how Laura can be warm considering the fact there's snow pretty heavily on the ground right now lol. Otherwise, though I'm loving the posts I've seen thus far guys and gals. ’D Oh. I didn't catch that there's snow on the ground and all. My bad. But I'm getting short on time today but if I can, it'll do it. Bah, you're fine, and really I didn't spell it out as clearly as I could've when Vex mentioned freezing her tits off. :P Still, if you think about it later, just make a few small changes so it matches up with the rest of what's been presented so far. Take care Snake and not a bad opening post otherwise buddy. ’D Yeah I got in there and fixed the post. At least it gives a reasonable explanation for her very fair skin and the cool (cold?) touch of her skin. But so far nobody would notice her slow heartbeat (but if she naps they'll see that she doesn't seem to breathe while she does) Lol that's fine. One other thing I forgot to mention, but Keri was in a room with Ahura, so there'd be no blowjob under a table for him. HOWEVER, if that was someone else Laura and whoever else mentioned, then that's more than fine, I'm more just making sure we're all on the same page. Why does it always feel like I write a lot more than comes off in the post? :) It could've happened that way, I left it ambiguous for a reason reading up on everyone post to start work on mine (good job all btw)and realized... I have the lowest HP in the group! I knew I had rolled poorly on HP but dang, less than the caster??? My soft boy is too soft T-T Lol sorry to hear that Winds....' Makes a mental note to save him for last.' :P Well to be fair, part of that is because I put my best numbers in DEX and wisdom, resulting in an insane unarmored 19 AC so if something hits me it probably deserves the kill XD Lol true.Also, WE HAVE OUR FIRST NATURAL 20! Congrats Winds! Lol sorry, but that kind of achievement should be shouted from the rooftops since they're typically rare in any game. That aside, I'll throw you and Lenny a few extra coins or something once we get the last posts in. I THINK it's only Chub at this point, so it'll probably be tomorrow at the latest, which is fine. Also, everyone has done a pretty amazing job so far. Keep it up! And....ya might want to consider rolling for group initiative soon, just an idle thought.... :P Oh dear that’s ominous Join my experience as a DM and a player 20s are less rare than you’d think. You statistically have as even a chance to scourge that Nat 20 as you do any other number. The thing that makes them feel so elusive is getting that 20 when you really need/want it XD that and statistically speaking Nat 1s are just as likely Quote from: Silk on 04-11-2018, 17:54:16If you can think of any others that could fit her I'd love to hear them. :)I know that they are sometimes considered one ofthosebands (those bands being ones that are considered shit and unworthy of their popularity) but after your dream sequence and opening post I feel like Mumford and Sons Broken Crown is a suitable theme, or at least one suitable for that dark past. As a quick side note guys and gals, you can roll against or with each other as you like. For example, No'lien COULD roll Insight against Laura if she so chose. If Laura wanted to roll Deception, she'd be free to do so, or not to roll at all. You don't need my permission to do so is all I'm saying. ’D Atm Laura's too out of sorts to try and deceive No'lien and making a friend may be a good thing. Hey, I'm just saying it if I haven't said it before, but you all don't have to post in the same order. I'm more just worried about leaving people behind by mistake is all, so as long as everyone gets a round in, you're free to post in whatever order you wish. That aside, I DO want people to roll group initiative when the time comes. You'll know when since it won't be a surprise any more lol. But whoever has the highest group initiative, barring surprise attacks or ambushes or whatever, will naturally go first. While I appreciate that some of you have already done so, it's not necessary quite yet, so I'll likely have you all roll again when the time comes here in the IOC just so I can easily count them up. Anyway, other than wondering how everyone's holding up and if everything's proceeding alright for you all, I'm curious if anyone has any concerns or anything. Beyond that, hope life's treating you all well. See ya! I'm doing good, trying to stay warm in a house with no heat and low high 30s outside. Good thing I run warm naturally. I'm waiting for others to post namely because I can't til Tuesday. Waves at everyone:DI was slightly busy these last few days and got sunburned at work, but I'm doing good myself. I just wanted to write a couple of more replies but guess I'll do that tomorrow. PSO should I roll initiative and keep that result for later or shall I wait until you say so? Meh, just wait for now. And trust me, I understand being busy or not having a good time of it. I've been somewhat stressed over my youngest brother having kidney stones and all that, so I'm glad for the slower pace. I'm more just worried it might be too slow is all, thus we end up losing people. -[That's just my concern though and not a request to speed up if things aren't favorable on your ends, so don't hurry by a means. ’D Still, I hope your sunburn's better Kath, and that you're otherwise doing alright. Same for you Snake and everyone else here. Speaking of, we MIGHT be getting a new cleric finally, so if that's the case this slower pace will work out so they don't have to play catch up nearly as badly. Anyway, take care! I'll get a post out in the morning. Sorry for the delay And before anyone asks, we do have a cleric now of the Trickery Domain no less. ’D Er shin hasn't posted her sheet up yet, but she's been sending me and Keys some PMs, so hopefully she gets her thing up soon. Either way, I'll hold off on the planned trouble until she's gotten a round or two in to get caught up, but if you guys want to do more than talk or whatever, I'm happy to work around you. That and there's the private scene thread for people wanting to hold conversations the whole group wouldn't be privy to, so feel free to use it as you wish. Speaking of, that NPC whore currently hanging on Kiss's arm is one such example of 'private scene' material. :P Again if that's your choice of course. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 14-11-2018, 06:11:53You realize Gil's a girl right? Phil'll fight you for that. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 14-11-2018, 06:11:53You realize Gil's a girl right? You realize that Keri’s pan right :P And a full service switch to boot. Willing to give and receive at their partners pleasure in more ways than one >:) Also, Huzzah for another halfling! And a Cleric at that. Gil could probably use some old-time religion and maybe a little laying of hands. And it's nice to actually have someone Gil would probably actuallywantto back up in a fight. ’D Hello all, thank you for the opportunity to play with you. I'm looking forward to it :)Quote from: Chulanowa on 14-11-2018, 09:16:30Gil could probably use some old-time religion and maybe a little laying of hands. Not detecting any innuendo or anything lewd about that, so sure O:) Minor illusion just to hand out coins? If you're expecting me to roll for over a hundred coins, you're nuts lol. Oh, don't get me wrong, I like Lenny's idea, but I have no idea how to even begin to handle that one. That aside, Winds, still need a post from you buddy, but other than that and Er shin, we're almost ready for the next round of fun. And Er shin, it's good to see ya here and making Chub happy already lol. Get a post up when you can, but I might skip DM posts other than to just have someone go to the job board or talking to Kiss since most everything's not really directed at me currently or my NPCs beyond Alana at least. Still, to get back to you Er shin, if you need me to write in an intro post for you as I did everyone else just about, I'm happy to help. Just let me know either here or in PM. See ya! Was thinking the easiest way to go with it would be just a full on random.1% of the 42 gold would be .42, So roll a D100 and times it by that, whatever is the result goes to Lenny, the rest to Kerri son. The silver and copper go to the person with the lower of the scores. At 2018-11-14 11:11:41, Vergil1989 (UID: 14438) rolls: 1d100 Result: 90 (90 times .42 huh? 37.8 if I did that right. I believe so, was hoping the number wouldn't of been so high. XD Ah dang yeah that hello worked out in your favor XD ah well, never claimed Keri was a lucky rifling. I’ll have a grumpy post up some time today I'll probably pass some more your way in a bit. XD Lol there's going to be time for Lenny to make it up to Keri if she so desires. :P Quote from: Er shin on 14-11-2018, 11:10:55Hello all, thank you for the opportunity to play with you. I'm looking forward to it :)Not detecting any innuendo or anything lewd about that, so sure O:)What, huh? No, see, Gil often gets in fights, and nobody likes having a black eye. Or a kicked ass, and being a cleric yeah okay a little innuendo. Also, now we just need a trench coat, and we can pull off all sorts of scams and schemes. I should inform you guys, but I won't be on for a few days. I injured my toe, and it's swollen and still a bit painful, so I don't want to try and fit it into a shoe if I have a choice lesson is, don't drop a couch on your toe. Quote from: Snake on 14-11-2018, 21:51:34I should inform you guys, but I won't be on for a few days. I injured my toe, and it's swollen and still a bit painful, so I don't want to try and fit it into a shoe if I have a choice lesson is, don't drop a couch on your toe. Ouch, good advice! Hope it gets better quickly! Quote from: Snake on 14-11-2018, 21:51:34I should inform you guys, but I won't be on for a few days. I injured my toe, and it's swollen and still a bit painful, so I don't want to try and fit it into a shoe if I have a choice lesson is, don't drop a couch on your toe. O L!!! I can only imagine! Sure you’ve gotten this a lot already but keep It elevated and ice it regularly. And especially take it easy. Don't need ice. I live in a house without heating, and it's like 40 outside Quote from: Chulanowa on 14-11-2018, 21:42:13Also, now we just need a trench coat, and we can pull off all sorts of scams and schemes. Sure, but we'll need to figure out a name ahead of time otherwise we may end up as Vincent Adult man (from: Vergil1989 on 14-11-2018, 17:43:04And Er shin, it's good to see ya here and making Chub happy already lol. Get a post up when you can, but I might skip DM posts other than to just have someone go to the job board or talking to Kiss since most everything's not really directed at me currently or my NPCs beyond Alana at least. Still, to get back to you Er shin, if you need me to write in an intro post for you as I did everyone else just about, I'm happy to help. Just let me know either here or in PM. See ya! I'll try and get something up as soon as possible, though it may be another say... 18 hours or so as I didn't have an opportunity to get any writing done this evening and I won't be able to until after work tomorrow. No rush Er shin. And Snake, take care of your poor foot dude. ’D And stay warm if you can, because that sucks to hear. Aw, your character looks so sweet and huggable Er shin. Totally not in a deviant way ::)And take good care of yourself Snake. :) If I'm able I'll at least start on the few replies I need to make today, but I'm hoping Winds gets a thing up for Keri first. Lol and I agree with you Kath. Speaking of, but are you still interested in that Castlemaine thing I posted up with Serenade? I'm only asking while I'm thinking about it. :P But... I did post, it's the one before Er shin’s Hmm? Did I miss it? Shit, if that's the case never mind me lol. I'm currently wondering if I should edit my post or make a new one to get Era more into the plot than just going into the inn, but apart from butting in on ongoing character interactions (which would be checking rude of me). I was wondering if I might post again to look at the job board out of curiosity to see what might be listed there, or would it be too soon after my last post to do so? Well, Kind of think this would be a perfect time for Virgil to show us why we were rolling initiative... ;D I'm not against you going to the job board Er shin. And I had every intention of posting WHY there will be a need for a group initiative roll, which I will be asking for once the trouble starts. :P Not before....that aside, I'm just waiting for the last of the group to get their posts up before I do so again for everyone. Happy Thanksgiving to all those in the USA. :) Quote from: Vergil1989 on 23-11-2018, 00:18:44And I had every intention of posting WHY there will be a need for a group initiative roll, which I will be asking for once the trouble starts. :P Not before....that aside, I'm just waiting for the last of the group to get their posts up before I do so again for everyone. Who are we currently waiting on to continue? >_>; DM I believe. IE Virgil I thought we were waiting on Silk? I don't remember seeing a new post from her yet, but feel free to correct me. ’D DM has said that we don't have to follow a strict posting order. If you have something you want your character to do or say DM has given us permission to go for it (I am assuming with the caveat that we aren't taking huge liberties with plot points and scene shifting and such)I've been tempted to post up Keri getting a little...unhappy that one of the girls is getting so roughly manhandled by someone who says they aren't interested in paying for time, I somehow think that might rub my little hot head 'I may be tiny but I'me the big sibling to anyone in eye shot of me' tie fling XD But since I posted so recently I figured I'd give others a shot to move their characters forward in the scene. That's my understanding at least, please correct me if I'm wrong also hey everyone, hope everyone who was celebrating a holiday had a good one. Nope you're good Winds. ’D I can try coming up with something, but might be better to just skip my post for this cycle, I've been in a horrible headspace last few weeks. Well, I guess that's that then. I am sorry to hear you're having a hard time of it though Silk, truly. I hope you manage to get your mojo back soon. Hugs Now that the turkey BS is done, I can get a post out for Gil. Sorry if I kept anything waiting. I mean I’ve certainly been eager to see how Gil reacts to the prices and activities Keri laid out, but other than that; your fine friend Sounds like fun :3I admit I'm working out possible outfits for Laura once she trades the heavy dress out for more Alexandria clothing style Lol I'll wait then for you guys to go ahead and discuss that before throwing the first encounter your way. I likely won't do much with the conversations though since it'll all be interrupted regardless if that's fine. ’D The room shall suddenly go dark! Mwahaha. Lol nah, nothing that dramatic, just some assholes trying to oust Alana and/or kill her and her wife. Nothing big. ’D They are trying at the wrong time! ’D no I mean that would likely be Laura's first reaction: drop darkness then proceed to shiv all the baddies that can't see through it. 3 Not realizing that the allies can't see either unless she directs them. OH, right lol. Yeah, that might not be the best idea. PI'm not sure how we're going to do reactions is the only thing.... Well if nobody's surprised then there's no problem. Could use the Vampire method of reaction where if you are higher in the initiative step, then you can choose to reserve your action and react accordingly? Or alternatively you could contact the person in question asking them to do a reflex check to see if they react in time to the action? I thought I'd let you know I am sort of waiting on Winds or Silk before I post, or anyone else that would interact with Kiss for that matter. But feel free to skip me for now as well. ’D Okay, not a good roll for No'lien: At 2018-12-03 15:53:29, No lien (UID: 61168) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 7 (Yes, I'd say Keys. And you guys are welcome to keep your previous scenes going, but it WILL end in a fight so just keep that in mind. So Winds and Silk, feel free to respond to Kath before noticing there's an actual threat to worry about. Just don't forget to roll for Initiative here in the IOC so we can get them all added up and figured out. ’D 16 Initiative over here (I'll have one tomorrow. I can't manage it right now because I'm on my phone I would have preferred this was my first attack roll but can really choose. Pairs' Initiative At 2018-12-03 23:36:16, Kiss (UID: 58724) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 23 (the way how are handling initiative, the group that gets the higher added result goes first? That would be my guess, or determine how surprised they are mechanically. Yep, higher group initiative goes first. ’D At 2018-12-04 02:43:15, Silk (UID: 4615) rolls: 1d20k3 Result: 13 (for my DEX gives me 16 total. :) At 2018-12-04 13:57:59, Snake (UID: 27981) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 6 (this roll sucks. At least I beat the guy with a 5. Sorry for my silence guys life has been busy. I'll try to get a post up today or tomorrow >. And Winds, RL comes first, so please don't stress out about this, truly. Take care of yourself first and foremost, but that goes for everybody here. I'm doing OK. Just haven't been able to get on with my laptop lately. But I don't have much to reply to until stuff happens unless Laura can at least squeeze in a mage armor. Be4 shit does sideways. So... we've all got initiative in... No'Lien: 7Gil:15Eran:16 Kirss:23Lenne:16Kagura:6Kerrison:13= 96>:) I already know exactly what I want Gil to do... Make them stop being bandits by shooting them in the knee? Quote from: Snake on 09-12-2018, 23:15:43Make them stop being bandits by shooting them in the knee?... Actually, pretty close. Pardon my Lulu I figured you guys would get ahead of the random assholes, but I just wanted to give you a chance to screw up before having them slaughter you all. :P Lol but seriously, since the party's bigger, I assumed the group would get ahead of the bandits trying to kill Alana and possibly everyone else they can kill since, a damaged reputation is harder to recover from, and if her place isn't safe, then she'll go out of business anyway. That's the overall intent at least, whether that actually happens largely depends on you all. ’D Do they all. Have 16+ DEX or something? I saw those initiative checks. Debut Laura won't let them leave if she can help it. She'll keep using spells til they go down, or she does. Yay, sadistic impulses. Sounds reasonable to me. And yeah, human bandits, +3 for the DEX mod, so yeah it's 16 I believe. They're nothing special otherwise, so I'm sure you guys will stomp all over them.....possibly. :P You just like the image of her on her knees with a bandits cock in her mouth. But that also gives us a notion of their ac. He Built...first come, first served on Bandits!! Get them while they last! Quote from: Vergil1989 on 09-12-2018, 23:32:02I figured you guys would get ahead of the random assholes, but I just wanted to give you a chance to screw up before having them slaughter you all. :P Lol but seriously, since the party's bigger, I assumed the group would get ahead of the bandits trying to kill Alana and possibly everyone else they can kill since, a damaged reputation is harder to recover from, and if her place isn't safe, then she'll go out of business anyway. That's the overall intent at least, whether that actually happens largely depends on you all. Dwell if initiative is handled this way we are likely to win against smaller enemies but likely to lose against large mobs, just saying. :P Chub? To answer your question, if anyone else attacks the leader, they'll get an advantage for Gil's attempt which IS indeed pretty surprising, but you just allowed yourself to be surrounded by five people. At least two will likely try to kill you lol. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 11-12-2018, 06:16:59Chul? To answer your question, if anyone else attacks the leader, they'll get an advantage for Gil's attempt which IS indeed pretty surprising, but you just allowed yourself to be surrounded by five people. At least two will likely try to kill you lol. Actually Eaters reminded me that I can use the Halfling Lucky trait to re-roll that. I always forget that! So let me just re-roll and edit the post... At 2018-12-10 23:21:06, Gil (UID: 27361) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 8 (It's not a one. Lol nope it's not a one. Still not near enough to matter though... >:) Well, hopefully Gil takes hits better than he rolls them. I predict half of these guys will be on fire before they get to act though. Don't let your loved ones be Fighters, ladies and gentlemen. Here... unfortunately No'lien went for setup instead of attacking this round. Sorry it took me this long to ask this, but how close to each other are the bandits? And given the individual initiatives it is possible that Kiss goes before Gil? It's fine if I can't because I haven't decided yet between two different course of actions. :P I imagine they're not SO stupid that they'd be bunched up around the door. They would however be lined up about five feet apart or so, with at least one of the support pillars on the farthest left of the room right next to the last on that side, so he'd have some cover, but only from the direction of the bar if that makes sense. There are a few pillars evenly spaced around the first floor, but they're near the corners and holding up the second floor balconies and the stairs and stuff for the most part. Hope that helps overall though. ’D Well I was thinking on either teleporting between them to cause them some fire damage with summer fire fey step before slashing their boss from behind, take that for pushing me away you dick, that would just be 2 fire damage in a 5' radius so it would mostly be a flashy move, or just casting a flaming sphere against the boss again for daring to push her. PI lean more towards the first but only if I go before Gil not to burnisher as well and if I catch several enemies in the fire. Sounds like some fun. Specially once the allied NPC's get up and do something. Quote from: Kathy an on 11-12-2018, 21:44:19Well I was thinking on either teleporting between them to cause them some fire damage with summer fire fey step before slashing their boss from behind, take that for pushing me away you dick, that would just be 2 fire damage in a 5' radius so it would mostly be a flashy move, or just casting a flaming sphere against the boss again for daring to push her. PI lean more towards the first but only if I go before Gil not to burn him her as well and if I catch several enemies in the fire. With Gil right behind the leader, I wouldn't try and cast any big radius spells, just throwing that out there. :P Unless you don't care about your potential allies of course.... Lol but that aside, I think a teleport and an attack would be two main actions, wouldn't it? I'm more asking you, but two attack or spell actions wouldn't work in any event unless one's a can trip reaction or something if I remember right. Unless teleportation is said to be a move action. And you can do two attacks if you have "extra attack" and you can cast two spells with the basis if one is a "bonus" action, but the other has to be a can trip. I'm not sure if teleport's a move action since there's a magical effect taking place by using such a spell, so.... I'm not sure how to go about that honestly lol. And I know that much Snake. ’D It's appreciated though, don't mistake me. I meant, unless the ability says it's less Than an action (a d many do) it's an action. Casting a spell is usually an action, unless stated otherwise in the spell description. You can only use one Spell that uses a Spell Slot a turn, plus one can trip. Although you can cast a Reaction based spell on someone else's turn. Misty Step is a spell that allows short range teleportation and it is a bonus action. There is also a can trip called Soul Step that allows teleportation, with limitations, that is also a bonus action, it comes from the Sword Coast book if I remember quickly. So if someone had Misty Step, they could teleport and make a weapon attack or attack with a can trip. Or with Soul Step, can teleport as bonus action and then use your action to cast a spell. Not familiar with the soul step but yes I was referring to the fey step ability that works just as misty step with small variations depending on the Aladdin's season. But that doesn't matter if I can't have my action go before Gil's, so I'll go with the other plan then. :)Edit:Err... actually I think I better just attack instead of using a flaming sphere, don't want to burn the floor which I assume is wooden. :P My spirits are perking up a bit now so I should get a post in soonish. :) You're fine Silk. DI do have to ask but has anyone seen Er shin? She's the only other person that hasn't posted from the looks of it. Quote from: Vergil1989 on 16-12-2018, 00:55:56I do have to ask but has anyone seen Er shin? She's the only other person that hasn't posted from the looks of it. Sorry, been a little busy of late. I'll get something up tomorrow morning but in all likelihood it may just be a casting of Sacred Flame. Now I'm a bit more upbeat figure I will explain why I've been so despondent recently. Long story short I was working as a volunteer at a pet center that also rescues a lot of animals, on fireworks night some *expletives aplenty* idiots thought it would be a good idea to launch fireworks in the area unsafely, resulting in the entire pet center catching fire and almost all of our store pets and rescues dying in the fire before the firefighters could get it under control. Hope you guys can understand why I kinda just fell off the map after that. Wow, that was awful! And yeah, can totally understand!! Glad you are feeling better! Hope those jerks got caught. :(Quote from: Silk on 16-12-2018, 02:27:27Now I'm a bit more upbeat figure I will explain why I've been so despondent recently. Long story short I was working as a volunteer at a pet center that also rescues a lot of animals, on fireworks night some *expletives aplenty* idiots thought it would be a good idea to launch fireworks in the area unsafely, resulting in the entire pet center catching fire and almost all of our store pets and rescues dying in the fire before the firefighters could get it under control. Hope you guys can understand why I kinda just fell off the map after that. Wow. If those assholes are ever caught, they should be castrated so they don't spread their fucked up genetics any further, and then left strung up for killing a bunch of defenseless animals. Accidentally or not, they shouldn't have been fucking around with fireworks like that. Still, yeah, I understand all too well why you'd have dropped off the map as you did. I'd have been pretty depressed by that mess as well. Sorry, I have very dim views about animal cruelty as you can likely tell. We have an asshole neighbor on our street here that we strongly believe took a few shots at our dogs with a BB gun, while letting his own blonde dog run up and down the street whenever she wants or when she's in heat as is often the case. At one point she decided to pay us a visit at ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING! The asshole didn't bother to send anyone to get his dog until a half hour later, and by then I was ready to go out and drag that dog off to the nearest dog pound since she got our dogs all kinds of worked up, barking and growling non-stop the entire time she just stood outside our back door. Ugh....sorry, I'm fine now. Doesn't help that I didn't sleep that great last night, so hearing stuff like that just gets me all kinds of upset. I'm fine though, promise, and I hope things continue to get better for you Silk. ’D Are we on hiatus for Christmas? :) Quote from: Silk on 23-12-2018, 00:35:33Are we on hiatus for Christmas? :)Probably, haven't seen much sign of Virgil. I’m hanging about though lord knows my ability to post is spotty this time of year :/ I'd expect holiday hiatus; it happens pretty commonly on E :3 Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! Happy new year to all! May 2019 treat you well. Yay, 2019!! ....now that's out of the way, back to planning for Watson Happy New Year!! Happy new year to everyone ^^ Don’t know if any of you all live up north but if so be safe in that blizzard!

Exandrian Troubles (OOC Discussion Thread)

We Determine the Guilty (Ollum x Onyx)

The precinct house of the Arbitrators within Hive city Lutein was a beacon of calm and reassuring strength yet also foreboding and callously ruthless power to many people in the hive. Unlike the barely organized chaos that was the ebb and flow of everyday Republic life within a hive city of some billions of citizens. Just one look at its featureless black fortress walls that obscured the inner workings and layout from the public, and the golden Stylized Star that stood vigilant and watchful over its front gate, As if shining the light of truth over all who walked by and serving as a grim reminder to the nearby planetary leaders and citizens of the city that they were subject to the Republic's rule of law. No exceptions. Both to be protected by its benevolence or crushed by its ruthless enforcers if they thought for a second they could betray or disrupt the order it so lovingly imposed. That particular muscle has not been flexed in some time. And the effects were beginning to show. Some arbiters have become complacent with their roles as above the law. They literally lived in their own little slice of the hive network and by their own edicts didn't need to bother themselves with anything less than what affected the security and safety of the hive as a whole. The petty murders and thefts that happened every day in a city ob billions are not the problem of the Arbiter. The PDF and local constables could deal with those. And the justification that it was not an 'arbiter' problem was seemingly used more and more these days. Serath was getting sick of it. It wasn't too long ago that the arbiters would actually be sent to go out and deal with the problems of gang wars and cartels that could cripple entire levels of a hive at once with their filth. Now they were getting out of hand and it was common knowledge. The arbiters command was being forced into addressing the problems they had thought to pass off for years now. Those same criminal factions took advantage of the lack of arbiter retribution and spread themselves wide and dug themselves deep enough that they were easily ten times the problem as they would have been if the arbiters been given the clear to crack down sooner. Gangs and politicking were always a problem in any hive city and always would be. But Seraph was worried the Arbiters were no longer feared as they deserved to be feared. And that is where the problems lay. But the gangs weren't even the worst problem. The 'nobles' and wealthy of the upper tiers and city spires have increased their squabbling and political games. If nothing else this was the kind of thing the Arbiters were supposed to actively condemn and discourage, but it was rumored in the precinct that the judge in command of the precinct house had unmentioned affiliations with certain houses so again. Nothing was done to correct the problem of the hive tearing itself apart from the top down. Even the basic presence of the precinct house in the upper hive seemed to do little to discourage the activities of the nobles. It was forcing those still loyal arbiters to be very careful and paranoid as they tried to work how many of their supposed comrades were on the take and which might betray them when they learned some of their number were too 'clean' to risk keeping alive. Then one could easily have found themselves “volunteering” for some for a sudden and extremely dangerous assignment. But as luck would have it the inept ability of the previous judge who led this hive's precinct had finally come to the notice of the Marshall in the capital. After years of what could only be falsified reports being sent back to headquarters the Marshal finally became suspicious enough to launch a sudden and surprise investigation of hive Tarsus and it's officers. Even as men who Seraph once considered to be close comrades were arrested and hauled off to the capital to face judgement and near certain punishment for involvements of bribery and complacency of action, Seraph couldn't be happier. The precinct house felt like it was getting a new life. Any links or sings of corruption were quickly and true to form ruthlessly gutted from the carcass of the precinct house by the investigators. A new judge was assigned from the capital headquarters and veterans and recruits alike were being brought in to fill out the numbers of the near empty house. Those few like Seraph who were not linked to corruption were given the option of staying behind and rebuilding the precinct or accepting a transfer to a different hive city on the planet. Seraph chose to stay and even got a small promotion out of it. In an unofficial capacity maybe but still. He was told to expect new rookie arbiters by the end of the month. If the rumors were true the Scholar's that housed and trained the orphaned youths from which arbiters ranks were filled, was being placed under great strain to fill the demands with the ministry of justice and the command of the Provost Marshall. Entire subsections and levels of the hive would need to be purged of narcotics and gangs and cults and black markets. And that purge was going to happen one bullet at a time. But until proper arbiters could be trained and brought up to speed on the world, Men like Seraph would have to rely on constables. The very thought of it made him depressed. Like many arbiters he had a low opinion of the planetary defense forces and local constabularies. He understood their necessity and did not begrudge their existence. But there were a reason men like him were trusted to deal with the real criminals, the true scum of the galaxy. The worst of the worst came through precincts like this one. Terrorist and cartel leaders that once threatened entire star systems. There was simply no way the constabulary could cope with threats like that. Or have the balls to do what was necessary to end them. So Seraph waited for the armored transport to arrive that carried the Constables that were going to be working with him and other arbiters. A part of him was.... well not excited but strangely relieved to hear that his new partner was a woman. The arbiters like the Republic navy was very male dominated. So having some female voices and a few (hopefully curvy) female figures around was certain to distract many of the men and boost morale a little. The great armored gates groaned open to admit the awaited transport the sound could be heard all through the precinct and for a block in any direction around it. Whether that was by design to add another layer of foreboding atmosphere to those brought in for judgement and sentencing, Or just that the gates really, really needed to be oiled was always a weird little question that no one ever seemed to have an answer to. Regardless his time had come, and he walked out into the courtyard with several other arbiters to meet the new arrivals. Serath was dressed in standard black training fatigues. Thick leather boots with black trousers and a fitted shirt. His face was lean and carried a few little scars here and there earned from his line of work. But by far the most noticeable scars were on his right cheek which ran along the cheekbone itself and his jawline. It gave the impression that he was constantly sneering and bitter. That impression would fade completely when he smiled, and he could be considered fairly handsome both in spite of the scars and possibly because of them depending on who he talked to. But when he was furious and angrier than the scars only served to make him seem even more so. Which came handy when breaking up riots and dealing with punks. His body was fit and his hair short and cropped. Not quite military standards short but still clean. And short enough to where it could not be pulled in a riot or used against him. He stood and waited with the others as the armored chimera transport rolled to a halt and the ramp at the back descended to release its occupants. He didn't know who this woman was or how she was going to be. But she better be bloody good, or she might get him killed along with herself. “I swear I’m being punished for something.” a woman with short blonde hair stated to her companion beside her. “Good work on that cartel bust Claudia, now go deal with a Stoic military robot made flesh for as long as we determine it’s necessary, and remember you can’t kill him if he annoys you.” that got a chuckle from the man beside her, and he gave his head a shake before patting the petite woman on the shoulder. “It’s because of the commendations Officer Hallow, you have one of the most successful track records in the precinct. Of course, they’d pick you to be ambassador to the arbitrators. It’s an honor.” With his piece said he turned to his companion on the transport speaking to him in hushed voices. Claudia had been a member of the constable force for going on 7 years now. A skilled eye and strong leadership skills had her rising in the ranks faster than most men who’d been in the force for twice as long. It wasn’t that she was especially respectful or obedient, it was because she did whatever it took to get the job done with the least amount of casualties. Slaves, cartel busts, drug smuggling rings, she’d had a hand in every major successful operation in the past three years or so. She was also sarcastic, rebellious and more than a little bit of a flirt if the opportunity arose. The blonde was dressed in the standard issue bodysuit that all members of the constable force got. A tight little black number with gun holsters around each shoulder and a whole host of unnecessary straps and pouches, at least in her opinion. It did very little to hide her curves even when she wore the brown leather bomber jacket over it. Her hair was cut short, shorter than most women on the force but it in now way made her seem less feminine if anything it drew attention to the fact. She sat at the head of the transport beside her captain who had pretended not to hear what she muttered to her fellow officer. Of course, this earned her a glare from him to which she offered a wink back before turning her attention to the large door that would soon be opening up into Arbitrator headquarters. At least it was a guy, she’d been granted that one small mercy. If she’d been stuck with a female military robot she may have very well ended up shooting someone. At least a man would be easy on they eye and a bit of fun to torment when she grew too bored with stakeouts and drug busts. “Try to act like a respectable constable Hallows, you're not the only one that is going to have to deal with them.” Her captain muttered as the large transport door slid open, the sun from outside temporarily blinding the inhabitants within. He saluted as the first of what she assumed was at least a half dozen figures and a bow as he stepped down. “Good afternoon Arbitrators, I’m Captain Williams and the woman beside me is Claudia Hallows, I believe she is going to be your new partner.” he gestured behind his back and with an inaudible sigh, she stepped forward into the light offering the man before her a half-hearted salute. “I’m Constable Claudia Hallows, pleased to make you acquaintance I…” she made a face as though she’d swallowed something sour. “Look forward to working with you.” The short row of stern faced men assembled before the constabulary delegation were all stereotypes of the typical Arbiter image. Each tall and Grimm, with faces that expressed little more expression than constant scowling if they indeed showed any emotions. Their eyes hard and their gazes long since chilled of any warmth and compassion. Most were well muscled and gave off naturally imposing auras of dread and doom. Specifically the onlookers doom. The leader among them was a grizzled man of at least 60 years of age. His face leathery and lined with age and two painful looking scars that refused to fade with the passage of time. He had an ease and surety about him that looked ready to kill everyone in the courtyard on a moments notice if he had to. The other arbiters knew from long association with him that he could probably do it to. He had taken over command of the arbiters in the hive after the restructuring and purges. As a man approaching senior citizenry age who works in a field with such a high mortality rate it was thought his wisdom and experience would bring back some much-needed structure and discipline to the precinct." I am Proctor Ingram, Welcome to Precinct Fortress 495." His voice was as gruff as his visage. Gravely and coarse but filled with confidence and authority, mixed with the knowledge that this fortress was now his domain and his rank made him master of all within its walls and all arbiter activity within the hive city. Including now these constables. "We are pleased to have help from the constabulary of Hive Lutein in these, our darker days and humbly accept any and all aid you can offer to restore this city to the rule of law." It would be difficult for any onlooker to tell how much of that speech was practiced politics and how much was genuine. He was a pillar of calm and controlled self." These men are my principal officers. If you have any questions, concerns or generally or need any assistance please do not hesitate to bring it to their attention. I have made arrangements for your stay, and you have all been granted initial grade clearance to tour this fortress at your leisure." Now that introductions were over with Ingram seemed impatient to move onto important things. "Now Captain Williams, Please follow me to my office. There is a lot to discuss." The gaggle started to clear out with that. The arbiters all finding more important things to be doing than this. Which left Claudia and Seraph, who looked just as displeased at the sight of her as she was of him. "I am Justice Fallen. I will be co-ordinating our precincts needs of you and your colleagues. "You will be accompanying me on all assignments, Our first day is tomorrow." this next part clearly made him annoyed and/or uncomfortable. "I have been placed at your disposal for the afternoon if you require anything. This is your security badge." Holding out a stylized brooch that looked similar to the Giant nova start standing as ornament over their front gates. "It is for basic clearance only." He stressed. There were things in this fortress no one but arbiters needed to see or touch. Secrets of the law that needed to be preserved." Now, I can offer you a brief tour of this facility unless of course you would prefer to go to your lodgings." His tone made it clear which answer he wanted her to give. I wonder how long it’s been since any of these men had sex She found herself thinking as she intentionally zoned out the man Captain Williams was addressing. They all looked, really, really grumpy and those uniforms did not seem comfortable. I'm going to say at least six months if not more. The thought had her snickering internally the only outward sign a slight smirk that flickered on her face. Gee they’re all so big too, is it like a requirement? Or do they artificially enhance them? Of course, her thought process was interrupted when her Captain turned towards her and said...something before following the leader of the arbiters. Then she was left to deal with her new ‘partner’.“Ohh it’s so shiny to imagine what I can do with basic clearance,” she responded once her captain was out of earshot. “I can eat and be judged, or walk around and be judged, hell I could even sit down on a bench and be judged...fun times all around.” she took the badge from him and slipped it into one of the pouches on her uniform. Now one would think she would want to be out of his presence as soon as possible, but that would make it easy on him...and that just wasn’t any fun.“You know.” she began with a grin. “I think I would like a tour. Show me everything and I do mean everything. From the mess hall to the laundry room. Wouldn’t want me getting lost now would we?” her eyes sparkled mischievously, and she even offered him a playful wink just to drive home the fact she knew just how uncomfortable and irritated he was. If she was going to be stuck with him at the very least she would make to enjoy herself.“Nice to meet you, by the way, now begin the tour...partner.” with that said she headed towards the front doors of the large, prison-like building with a little extra sway in her hips. "Hurry wouldn't want your captain to think that you're not as pleased about this arrangement as I am." Seraph stood motionless for a few seconds after the exchange and just grumbled. Cursing whatever powers that controlled the universe for being saddled with a fucking common constable. He would need to find some way to put this 'partner' talk to rest. She was not his partner nor his equal. She represented a temporary need by the precinct for additional manpower. That was it! But.... politics demanded his obedience. And his new proctor made it quite clear to him, he was to comply and play nice. But he would be damned if she was going to see him get flustered. His emotionless mask was still in place, and he turned sharply on his heel as if executing a parade ground turn and marched past Claudia "Very well constable" Emphasizing her rank, the rank notably below his own. "We shall begin in the barracks. Do try to keep up, there is a lot to cover and one can get lost easily." Most of the tour was exactly as dull as one would expect. There were bed spaces, Most lived in a communal military style room with rows of bunks while officers and sergeants received their own quarters. As a guest Claudia was assigned one of the personal bedrooms. A small Spartan cell really. No more furniture than what was absolutely necessary, a locker, bed, sink, a few shelves and that was it. Clearly comfort and homeliness was not a concern for most arbiters. Functionality was prized over form. The bathrooms and showers were mostly open communal rooms with little care for privacy concerns. The much more interesting (and less depressing) areas of the compound were the armory, Which it was stressed that she did not have access to under any circumstances. The door to it was not even opened by Seraph for that reason. She did not need to see what was not important too her. As well as the extensive and really quite state-of-the-art training yard. A firing range, sparring and fitness gym and nearly all the training amenities one could ask for. Nothing but the best was needed to keep arbiters in top shape at all times. With facilities like this it was perhaps a little more clear how a sixty-year-old man like Proctor Ingram still looked so capable." This area you are free to use at your leisure, If you require ammunition for the firing range ask the quarter master, and he will arrange it for you." Seraph's voice was flat and very much disinterested in continuing this charade of a tour. "You will not have access to, or use any class of firearm or weapon legally stated as restricted to use by arbiters only. You may only use those you bring yourself. As for the rest of the compound. You do not have clearance to access the confinement cells, Our evidence vault, the interrogation room, archives or the command headquarters. You may only enter these rooms while accompanied by myself or another ranking arbiter. If you are found unsupervised in these areas or accessing equipment you do not have clearance to use, there will be consequences." He didn't say that last part with any special vigor or malice. No rise in his voice for the sake of dramatic embellishment. Just an even and very real promise. Arbiters were never known for being lenient regardless of circumstance or ones to make idle threats. Their reputations carried all the weight their words needed." Are there any questions you have for me about our coming duties or your time here? Feel free to ask them now." He said with the same lack of enthusiasm as when he offered the tour. "If not than I look forward to starting work with you tomorrow." At least he knew how to keep a good poker face while saying that. “My god, creativity and individual expression is really not this place’s thing is it?” she complained as they left the armory. “It’s like a hospital except all the doctors are armed to the teeth and about as interesting as cement.” she eyed the white walls and wrinkled her nose in disgust. At least the constable’s office had paint, and you know...life. This place felt dead to her, and it was actually rather uncomfortable. How could anyone work in conditions like this? Her eyes flicked over to her ‘partner’ ah that was right people like him. Claudia actually felt kinda bad for the poor guy, forced into celibacy and getting every ounce of individuality crushed out of him so he could better serve the area. She was going to make it a point to get him to remember what the word fun was if she could. Even if it didn’t work she’d have a hell of a time trying. At some point, she decided to listen to him and for the first time since they met he would see irritation flashing in her eyes. This was supposed to be a partnership, and the arbiters were making it seem like anything but. The word partner had some degree of equality behind it, an exchange of favors learning the ropes and unique ways of handling missions. That, at least to her, meant they had to be willing to at least give them access to better weaponry. Nothing fancy, but something more useful than the age-old tech that the office was forced to use because they were low on the priority list when it came to the public defense budget. This was not a partnership, it was more like indentured servitude. Claudia could already tell that he was expecting her to go along like a good little dog and do whatever he said. He’d learn soon enough that wasn’t the case. There was a reason he’d been asked to join the group that came here, and she intended to show him one way or the other, regardless of if he approved or not.“Oh, I do have a question, actually. When was the last time you got laid? Because I have to say everyone here is so uptight it’s actually kind of uncomfortable. Did they make you sign an oath of celibacy when you joined or what?” There were two reasons she asked that one to get under his skin and two to find out if there was even a chance that she’d be able to get him to act a bit more relaxed. She knew people who would be more than happy to take care of his stress level. If her Captain got wind of her attitude she was going to be in a world of trouble, but he had to know she wouldn’t just take this arrangement lying down. It was what made her a good constable, always pushing the envelope. She was quickly becoming far more annoying than he could ever have expected. Really she was starting to be quite the bitch. Very well if she wanted to play it like this he would give her an answer. But he wasn't about to give her any enjoyment out of it. Formulating the best, most mechanical answer in his mind he fired it knowing such a response would further depress her. "If you must know, no member of the Arbiters is required to take an oath of celibacy. However, with the nature of our duties and the inherent danger we face daily such relationships can be at best distracting for the officer and at worst compromising to his integrity and duty. Such Liaoning is not encouraged, so efficiency within our organization can be maintained. As for any details of my personal.... escapades." deciding on the best word to use while staying professional about this very personal questioning. "That is my business. And it will stay my business." He warned darkly. Heavily emphasizing 'my' during those two sentences." Now if you're done wasting your time and mine. There are more important things that need being done." Namely, anything else, his mind finished the sentence his mouth did not. "Lunch in the mess is in one hour. Following which we have a briefing in the Proctors' office on our assignment for tomorrow. I will leave you to get yourself settled." With that he turned on his heel and began to walk away towards one of the restricted locales. A place where she could not follow to bother him. "Uppity bitch...." muttering under his breath. “I’m actually pretty good right now thanks. I’ll see you at the debriefing,” she said with a grin pleased she’d managed to get under his skin so quickly. Hopefully, his irritation and anger would have him acting a bit more human. With that, she turned on her heel and made her way back to her spartan quarters. Tomorrow she planned to stop by her home after the mission, this prison cell needed some color otherwise she was going to end up committed to a psychiatric ward. Of course, the moment she got towards her room she received a com call from her boss telling her once more to behave herself and avoid ticking off her partner. It was actually a bit too late for that, but she smiled and nodded before hanging up. “Today is going to be dull,” she stated with a sigh as she laid back on the very uncomfortable cot. After the debriefing, much to her partner’s pleasure, she was certain, Claudia remained in her room for the rest of the day. In fact, the blonde didn’t even show up to dinner, the food they served was about as appealing as mud to someone who ordered take out every night. No one bothered her, not her captain nor any of her fellow officers. They all knew what she was doing, focusing on the information provided for their mission. It probably didn’t seem like it to Seraph at this point, but there was a good reason she was chosen to be a member of the cross-force project. The blonde took her job very seriously. The following morning found her in her uniform once more sitting in a transport vehicle with her new ‘partner’ across from her. There were dark rings under her eyes, alluding to the fact she probably hadn’t slept the night before but other than that she was her usual cocky, pain the ass self. Right now she was looking at the display set up between them displaying the blueprint for one of the several warehouses they were going to be searching. There were four of them, side by side.“I think we should check this one first,” she said as she gestured to one and pulled it to the center of the screen. “The scans show a deeper than a normal basement, meaning there are probably smuggling tunnels. We get them in there it’ll be like shooting fish in a barrel.” The thing was it was the warehouse furthest away from the docks and the intel suggested he was receiving shipments by boat. It was an odd one to consider first, but she seemed convinced it was correct. His only consent to her plan was a semi-committal grunt. His hands busy running over his pistol. Idly toying with the charge pack, wiping the contact surface with his gloved thumb over and over as if combing it for every last piece of microscopic dust. He had thought similar thoughts about that warehouse and its scans but would not give the satisfaction of such knowledge. Besides, he was expressly told to cede some discretionary powers during the assignment to her. Not that he would admit that out loud either. Lest that knowledge go to her head. He would simply agree to some of her plans if he believed them to be sound, or at least those ideas that were not objectionably stupid. Besides if for whatever reason it all went balls up, it was her call not his. He was only being a team player. Serath was in his full arbiter armor. Black fatigues and body armor, with the signature jawless black helmet of the Solaria Arbiters. The faceless visage that ironically became the most famous and associated image of the stern, uncompromising law enforcement agency. His helmet was trimmed with a simple four pointed red star that swept across the brow and up the forehead, tapering somewhere unseen at the top of his helmet unless he slumped or tilted himself forward. Aside from this his uniform was adorned with small stars, a red four pointed emblem., Or an armored fist clutching the scales of justice. As was the official symbol of his organization. These were on his knee pads, shoulder guards and even the back of his gloves. All served to make him seem that much more intimidating and deadly to his quarry. In full garb it was near impossible not to see him coming. But then again that was also the point. A terrifying angle of death and justice come to reap his harvest of the lawless damned. His weapon was another tool of his calling which was quickly becoming an icon in his trade. The Predator Mk. V handgun. A violent and high-powered weapon. Specifically contracted and manufactured for use by the arbiters. It spat high caliber death with specialized ammunition to shred through most forms of body armor, hell it could even pierce walls if they were thin enough. Cutting through ceramic and concrete to obliterate the soft flesh hiding behind. Like the arbiters themselves it was a violent and uncaring thing, when drawn it could only herald someone's impeding demise. Ownership and use of this weapon was strictly prohibited and nigh impossible for those outside the organization. Simply inquiring to purchase or otherwise own one was considered a minor offense of its own right. Two other transports of similarly dressed and armed men were following behind or just ahead of their own transport. All speeding towards their destination as fast as their armored bodies and infernally loud engines could propel them forward. Nearly twenty officers of the hive city's precinct forces were roaring through the streets to go crack heads. All of them, including Seraph himself was impatient for the action to begin. He spent too long cooped up in the precinct fortress, a prisoner of more corrupt men above him holding him back from doing his job. He was literally itching with excitement at the thought of putting some much-needed order and fear back on the streets. Furthermore, he was also the ranking arbiter officer of this little brigade. And was now detailed which teams were to assault which warehouses." Team five will support myself and officer Claudia in assaulting the fourth warehouse." Thereby giving his consent to Claudia's choice of warehouse. "All other teams, follow standard procedure. Prosecute and arrest anyone found inside these buildings. All are to be considered as acting outside the law. Following that secure and confiscate anything and everything suspicious." The order, 'prosecute and arrest' may have seemed like an odd thing to hear for someone like Claudia, and to most people as it would seem like he was saying the same thing twice. In reality to prosecute' in this context was arbiter slang. It was him giving the order to kill on site anyone that didn't seem sufficiently important to keep alive for later interrogation. If Claudia didn't already know that or pick up on it, she was about to find out. As the armored transport ground to a sudden halt, pneumatic pistols hissed and mechanical seals disengaged. The rear ramp was opening, and the fearsome armored vehicles were about to unload their deadly cargo. "After you Constable." He offered dryly with a casual waved of his hand towards the exit. ’Gee they look like robots now too’She thought as she gazed at the men currently sharing this rather cramped space with her. There was something so uncomfortably mechanical about them, it gave her the creeps. It was why she focused so much on the screen rather than on any one passenger. With a sigh, she started looking over the layout of the warehouse trying to figure out where the best point of entry was. Her bets were on the second-floor office area, it would be unlikely there was anyone guarding an empty room. When it came to her uniform it was fairly obvious that her department worked on a very tight budget. No fancy helmets or decorations for her, like the day before she was dressed in a black bodysuit overlaid with bulletproof lightweight armor. There were gaps in the armoring for her elbows, shoulders, knees, wrists and feet to allow for easy uninhibited movement. She wore a headset rather than a helmet the transparent visor went over her eyes. There were figures along the left side, it was obvious it was to assist with accurate shooting, not to mention if she got a look at someone’s face if they had a police record she’d know immediately who they were and what they did. That was used in order to determine if the target was a ‘kill on sight’ something that happened very rarely or a ‘detain at all costs’. Her weapons also were not quite as state of the art as his were. She had a pair of handguns holstered under her arms. Compared to his they were old, ancient even if not for the obvious modifications and the fact it used a special type of ammunition that had the inside of the barrel practically glowing in the dim light of the armored van. He probably did not realize it, but her guns were not constable regulation, she’d modified them herself in an attempt to keep them somewhat up to date. If her captain knew that she would’ve been suspended, possibly even fired, ages ago. Using modified weapons was against constable code for...various reasons. One being if she fired the modified bullets and killed someone, her weapons would come up as unregistered which had the potential to completely screw over court cases. Claudia had just finished checking her weapons when the transport came to a halt, and she stood up brushing invisible particles of dust off her armor. “Aren’t you the gentlemen?” she responded with a dramatic fluttering of her lashes. “I didn’t know robots had manners.” Of course, she knew it wasn’t because he was feeling nice he made her go first. Because he’d agreed to her choice of warehouse if she turned out to be wrong it would be her ass, not his. Then again her gut was very seldom wrong, something he would figure out soon enough.“We should enter via the second-floor fire escape and have your men surround the building. Once we breach we can signal them in. If we go in guns blazing there is going to be a lot of unnecessary death and someone important may escape in the chaos.” Turning away from him, she headed to the side of the building and silently moved up the stairs to the second-floor office. The window opened without so much as a squeak and as expected there was no one around. “Alright,” she said as she pressed a button to activate her come. “All squads take positions. When we give the signal breech the front doors.” Silently she opened the office door and crouched low peering over the railing at a group of warehouse workers moving heavy, unlabeled boxes towards what appeared to be a basement entrance. Her visor immediately picked several faces out and almost every single one came up with no criminal record. They probably had no idea what they were moving. “There are civilians in the warehouse, I repeat Civilians. Watch yourselves when you enter.” Looking over her shoulder at Seraph she raised an eyebrow and whispered “I hope you’re planning on evacuating these workers. They’re innocent.” Seraph turned off his safety and cocked his action. “If they submit themselves to arrest and trial they have nothing to fear from us. If they resist than we have no choice but to implicate them as compliant with known criminals.” He didn't even bother to shrug. He was indifferent towards the dockworkers, maybe they were truly ignorant of what cargo they were moving. Or maybe some of them were on the take to keep quiet about it. It was hard to say, but the arbiters took no chances. They would all be processed and interrogated for information they may or may not know they possess. At best, they were all guilty of aiding and abetting an organized criminal element. However ignorant they were of their actions.“Arrest all civilians, allow none to escape.” he didn't need to add to his own men that any armed resistance would be taken as an assumption of guilt and the offender would be executed according to the strictest summary punishment written in the hallowed rules of Republic law. One did not simply assault an arbiter and suffer no consequences. When Seraph was satisfied all the pieces were in their proper place he gave the signal. “All Troopers ready.... Breech!” Within seconds there were a series of loud explosions that blasted apart one of the main loading doors for each of the warehouses. Filling each with noise and smoke and shaking them to their framework.“In the name of the Republic and by the authority of the provost Marshal, you are all under arrest! Get down on your knees and offer no resistance. You will be treated justly.” Most of the laborers were suitably disoriented and terrified by the noise and explosions happening around them. Several were screaming in terror, others coughing through the smoke created when the loading doors blew inward and others were throwing themselves to the ground and cowering with their hands above their heads. Some did that before Seraph was even finished his declaration. Two of the workers seemed to be reaching or scouring for something. Seraph saw the flash of Matt black and assumed it was a weapon being drawn. One of the men was killed in an instant. His chest blown open by the high caliber round of an arbiters' handgun. The second man took to cowering as soon as the shot sounded. Not wanting to be the next target. Clattering to the floor was a small handgun to confirm Seraph's suspicions. The aura of fear exuded by the simple knowledge the arbiters were present was palatable, it filled the warehouse like a thick fog. At any moment one of them could be killed for any number of reasons and there would be no trial, no jury or justification needed. Simply by the whim of a suspicious man in a faceless helm could mean this was their last day alive.“Cease and desist! This will be over soon, your continued compliance is appreciated.” He intoned, dropping to the laborers position carefully. There was a great deal of noise and panic coming out of the basement opening and Seraph didn't want to waste any time. “Finish up here. Detain and confiscate all assets.” He ordered the breaching team that was now making their way through the warehouse in a similar display as their Justice.“You think there are tunnels down there constable?” Calling out to his smug and inferior law enforcement companion. “Then prove yourself right.” Then his black armored body disappeared into the basement opening. He started to repeat his demands that they submit to arrest but was answered by angry shouts and the clear readying of weapons. The hatch leading down to the basement was then illuminated brightly by the flashing and barking of several weapon discharges. "Good Lord," she muttered under her breath as she saw the dockworker's chest explode. Granted they had been searching for a gun, but an instant kill shot was a bit much. She could see the gun it wouldn’t have even dented the armor the arbitrators were wearing, it was too small a caliber. Obviously, some of these men were working for the drug ring, keeping an eye on the poor unaware workers. Of course, she didn’t really have time to scold him because the basement doors opened up and Seraph vanished inside followed by the sound of gunfire and cursing.“Note to self, arbitrators do not understand the meaning of the word subtlety,” she stated before following him down guns drawn. Unlike him her armor could not stop a large caliber bullet it would cut through it like butter, she needed to be careful. Again she found herself irritated by the fact that her ‘partner’ was better equipped than she was. She almost felt like a rookie following a veteran cop around, if he asked for coffee...she was going to shoot him. By the time she got down to the basement half of the men were dead, and the other half had retreated further into the tunnels. That’s right tunnels, several in fact, branching off in different directions and reminding her of the mine tunnels of old. They were braced with high-grade steel beams and backlights. “Told you so,” she said with a smirk. The problem was she’d been expecting one tunnel, not three so they were going to have to take this systematically.“Ernie, meanie, money...that one.” she pointed to the right tunnel. “I think the way to the other warehouses is that way.” To be honest she couldn’t see very far down any of the three, but it made sense. The right one probably looped back to the docks the other two towards various safe houses. Without waiting for his confirmation or denial she headed towards the right-hand tunnel both guns at the ready in case they tried to ambush her once she was inside. Reaching up she hit a button behind her left ear and suddenly the darkened tunnel was lit up with infrared rays. The visor was the most state-of-the-art thing the constable division had, it was nothing compared to Sarah's helmet, but it did the job she needed it to do. She could see streaks of heat from the men who’d fled into this particular tunnel, but it was fading quickly which meant she was going to have to hurry if she wanted to detain them. Seraph was less than thrilled at how casually she selected their pathway, Her childlessness and lack of concern would be the death of her. And that in turn would only be a pain in the ass for him, as he would have to report and explain her demise to her superiors. Grumbling he took off after her. His heavier armor and footsteps echoed ominously through the halls in a steady thump thump. Despite his extra weight he kept pace with the constable Blinking thrice at a small sensor in the upper right of his helmet brought up his infrared display near immediately. Taking off down the tunnel after her and them was the only course of action left to him. So he took it, his armor rustling with each heavy footfall as he gave chase. They couldn't hunt them down quickly enough. To many twists and turns in the moisture slick tunnels. Seraph saw the glint of natural light emerge somewhere ahead and knew that the end of the tunnel was approaching. Already muffled shouts of alarm were being raised from somewhere ahead or above, it was hard to tell. But things were about to get shoot in the immediate future. He tried to bring up any available arbiter teams on his helmet Vox. But layers of concrete and whatever the fuck it was tunnels like this were built out of interfered with his signal. He didn't even know how the rest of the warehouse raids were proceeding. "Fuck sakes!" growling into the darkness in a vain attempt to vent his frustrations. He couldn't simply turn around and let whatever was happening on the docks continue and charging headlong from this point would be incredibly dangerous. But what choice did he have!? The tunnel ended in a grimy opening that led to some lower part of the docks. Seraph could see the rusty ladder in the sunlight that led to the dock proper. One of the runaways was fumbling with his weapon to try and climb it. Seraph raised his pistol and fired, the man's body jerked with the force of the impact against his leg. Almost immediately he collapsed from the ladder in pain. Another shot split his chest open in a spray of blood and viscera against the slimy concrete floor." We need a plan constable." Pulling up beside her and still inside the tunnel where there were no guns pointing at them. "None of my teams can be raised on Vox. Unless you have a task force in your pocket we do this alone." She sighed softly as the last man trying to escape was shot down in a spray of blood. “Well for one….not shooting that guy might have been a good idea,” she responded in an irritated tone. “Disabling him silently would’ve given us a few extra minutes to actually come up with said plan. Now if we stay down here too long they’ll probably pipe bomb this tunnel.” Backing away from the hole above them, she retreated out of firing range. “So...there were what? 14 guys at the mouth I counted 10 dead, that means four escaped this way. Once you killed, the other three are already up there.” judging by the amount of manpower they had in the original warehouse there was a good chance that this particular warehouse was used as a store room. Considering there wasn’t a hail of bullets firing down at them from the hole it was obvious it was unguarded. They were probably trying to escape with as much product as they could. I say we get up there and scope out the area, I bet it’s a storage depot, so there should be plenty of cover. You’ll be able to contact your teams, and we can handle the last three men...try not to kill them. I bet we can get at least one to roll over on their boss.” she was going off the fact they retreated rather than stood and fought with the other. That meant they valued their lives above all else, there was a chance at least one would roll on their boss in exchange for immunity from the death sentence.“C’mon,” she stated as she gripped the ladder and began to climb up. When she reached the top she cautiously peeked around and as expected there was no one guarding the entrance. “Hurry up David.” she heard someone shout. “We need to get the dust out of here before they catch up.” dropping her infrared filter she cocked her head to the side. Sound carried.strangely in warehouses but from what she could tell they were somewhere off to the left. Peeking down into the tunnel she gestured for him to follow her. Once both were above ground she sought cover behind a short wall of boxes and wordlessly popped the lid on one there was a false cover, and she removed it revealing what was hidden within. Sure enough, it was full of white baggies of one of the new ‘hybrid’ drugs that had come out of Asia, and it was high grade too, someone had a lot invested in this warehouse. “Pay dirt,” she said with a grin. “Now we just need to arrest our friends. Can you get anyone on the Vox?” of course it was at this point a bullet flew over her head and she ducked down.“Shit...company.” it seemed those three men had called for reinforcements. Immediately she took a shooter stance and peeked over the top of their cover, firing at the first three men she saw. Two of the shots were hits, the third was a miss. “I have no idea how many we’re dealing with,” she stated. “But judging from the brief rest between reloads I’m going to say at least...10.” she stood and shot again, a cry of pain followed by a thump. “Well, 9...now.” They needed to be cleared out quickly or else the dealers were going to get away. "How was I supposed to disable him silently hm?" He quizzed. No.... he was many yards away and about to flee. Better shoot him now before he has a better perch to shoot back at us. His choice was the most logical. This girl merely lacked the will to pull the trigger, something she should have done before he did. When company arrived Seraph was hardly surprised, of course they would be calling for backup. As soon as the first door was breached this entire mission was a race against the clock to arrest or put down as many criminals as possible. The Constable's stating of the obvious was already starting to piss him off. Picking two small orbs off his belt, there were several buttons on the side that he pressed to produce a faint beep and a small blue lights appeared on the tops. "Just keep your head down and try not to get shot." His patronizing disdain obvious." Attention! In the name of the Republic and by the authority of the provost Marshal, you are all under arrest for narcotics distribution and the attempted murder of an Arbiter! Get down on your knees and offer no resistance. Your crimes will be processed, and your sentences dispensed accordingly. You have twenty seconds to comply, or lethal force is authorized." His already deep voice as amplified by a small speaker in the side of his helmet. Another useful gadget for crowd control and riot dispersal when the need arose. It made him sound even more powerful than normal. Right now it was a tool to unnerve his attackers. Or at least buy a few seconds free of bullets flying his direction. But it only worked for a few seconds before the crowd of men seemed to remember their promising, if overwhelming odds and responded to his request with some choice words of their own. As was honestly expected, but as an arbiter he had a duty to offer them the chance at turning themselves in. One chance to do the right thing...." Stay down, shut your eyes, and cover your ears." He told the constable. Swinging out of cover to throw both orbs into the air towards them. He took a bullet to his chest, the force setting him backward a half pace but his armor held. While the orbs were in flight he flicked a command on a small data screen on his left gauntlet, detonating the orbs in a pair of retinae burning blasts of magnesium and potassium. His own visor autocorrected to compensate for the flash of light and the disorienting sound boom that accompanied. There were moans and screams, a few bullets went wild into crates and off walls, one man tripped and smacked his head off the dormant utility claw of a cargo loader, the rest were in varying stages of pain and confusion. The Arbiter wasted no time. He didn't want to kill them, but he didn't need to, He started firing, each shot blew into a shoulder of an arm holding a weapon or damn near tore a leg off with the sheer caliber of the round impacting their thighs. Their screams of surprised pain quickly turned into genuine moans of agony as the merciless angel of justice strode forward, disabling each man that presented him with a shot as they stumbled and regained their senses. But even seconds later they were still off balance and seeing triple images of everything." This is Justice Fallen," Signalling into his helmet Vox. "I need the first available team from the warehouses to bring support at my location. Command, I also require a two emergency trauma and asset recovery teams." He took down a half dozen before the first of them regained enough sense to find and fire back at Seraph's general direction. He was killed outright by a messy shot to the chest." Constable, find and secure the other two suspects if you will." A small, easily deniable air of smug superiority at not only giving her a command, but knowing he just put on a strong display of arbiter superiority.

We Determine the Guilty (Ollum x Onyx)|rating:4.0

Night of the Fireflies_ The Masquerade OOC Thread

W E L C O M E TO T H E N I G H T OF F I R E F L I E SHosted by Hooded Stranger (camp; Chou rhea star (U E S T L I S T [ ] Countess Mina/Count Titus[ ] Sebastian McDonald[ ] Imogen Payne Images of the Castle:Castle (Hall (1 (2 (3 (( Stateroom (Bedroom (Bedroom (Bedroom (State Room (Room (( ListHoodedStranger=Character Name:Sebastian McDonald Character Face claim or Description:face claim(Costume on the right. Reason For Invite:Childhood friend of the host. Short Bio:Sebastian McDonald is a young, up-and-coming accountant working at the local firm in town. Prone to partying, women, expensive liquor, sports cars and business suits, the man spends money as quickly as he earns it. He looks forward to the annual masquerade balls as a chance to become someone else through a mask and add a sense of mystery to his currently non-existent love life. Characters On camp; Off’s:On's: Control, doggy style, foreplay and vanilla sex. Offs: Being a sub, being dominated, public sex and any form of bodily fluids. Chou Chou Rhea star=Character Name:Countess Mina and Count Titus Character Face claim or Description:Mina stands at around 5'4 and has wavy black hair which brushes her shoulders, her eyes are dark brown, and her skin is a pale olive. Titus is around 5'10 and has black hair, a lithe figure, and dark brown eyes. Costume:Titus and Mina (For Invite:The Host and Hostess Short Bio:Titus's family immigrated when he was three years old, and he grew up wealthy and surrounded by people. Mina's family came over from Turkey when her father's business bought out a few major corporations. She and Titus's marriage was arranged, and they are very happy with their arrangement. They have a very open and polyamorous relationship and enjoy throwing large balls and gala's in their home. Characters On camp; Off’s:ON's: swinging, polyamory, threesomes and foursomes, scoff's: bodily fluids, possessive behavior, age play Character Name:Hudson Lesson (Better known as HUD)Character Face claim or Description:(has long brown/blonde hair, blue eyes, and is very Norse in his complexion. He stands at around 6'8 and is as wide in the shoulder as a linebacker. Everything about him is big ;)Costume:costume(For Invite:The Countess liked his beard. Short Bio:HUD is the youngest of four brothers, all of them bigger and broader than the next. Their family is very famous in acting and his father, mother, and all his brothers are known for starring in very famous films which produce a lot of money for the production companies and themselves. He has started his career in the States with a resurgence of the popularity in vikings in the current media. Characters On camp; Off’s:Bi-sexual. On's: Dominating, public romps, tearing clothing. Off's: more, gore, scat, urine.lasciviousxleporidae=Character Name:Imogen Payne Character Face claim or Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(simple (black dress with subtle slits cut into the layers of silk chiffon that make up the skirt; her shoes (look intricate. On her exposed chest dangles a silver necklace (and her fingers are decorated with rings (Her mask (is the centerpiece of the ensemble, and it isn't clear how it's fastened on. Reason For Invite:Has, as of late, been the subject of wild rumors. Short Bio:Imogen is the only daughter of a pair of international socialites who have turned recently turned recluse; their reasons are unknown to the public and their beloved daughter has not made a statement. Imogen herself mostly makes living money through her family's investments and her participation in the fashion industry. Characters On camp; Off’s:₊ ₊ ₊ submission, lite BDSM, multiple partners, exhibitionism, vampires ₋ ₋ bodily fluids, extreme anal, bestiality, burning, feet ff=Character Name:Elia Benoit Character Face claim or Description:(tale style white dress, two straps, low front and lower back, sparkling across the bust. Lacy white silk panties and thigh high stockings. Sparkling white high heels. White butterfly mask a la(For Invite:Rumors swirl that her father has wasted no time in introducing his of-age debutante daughter to high society - whether to find her modeling contacts, a husband, or as other scandalous rumors suggest, to auction off her virginity or offer her up to a secret society, whatever that might mean. Rumors seesaw between speculation her father was able to secure an invitation to her in part as a favor from a past gray-market business relationship with Count Titus, or the simpler explanation that the young model has been invited to serve as eye and arm candy for the event, upon the recommendation of a photographer or artist of which the hosts have been patrons. Short Bio:Elia grew up as a military brat with a stern father, Claude Benoit, stationed abroad. Her father left the service soon after her birth, and pivoted into the business world with shocking velocity. Rumors (and a certain amount of law enforcement intelligence never able to be proved) suggest he leveraged contacts on both sides of previous military conflicts to position himself as an invaluable gray-market power broker in private security and certain import-export markets, and that from a distance he runs a private mercenary company which salutes only the highest bidder. In any case, Claude took pains to sequester his wife and daughter - and supposedly several mistresses - from his work life. Elia grew up learning ballet, singing, and as a teenager had some success as a model, but mostly in the low paying art world. Now of age, Elia seeks to make a name for herself as a professional model, knowing full well how cutthroat it can be and the intrigue and favors often involved in the way the game is played. Characters On camp; Off’s:On's: Bisexual. Exhibitionism, D/s (/s opposite males, D/ or /s opposite other females), oral, vaginal, anal. Possibly mild blood (neck biting etc.), or mild watersports (receiving) if near a pool/shower/fountain. Offs: gore, more, scat, bestiality, submissive males. ArtemisHighmore=Character Name:William SontegardenCharacter Face claim or Description:Tall and cleanly muscled, William (keeps his hair wild to frame his flickering gray eyes. Costume:A rather casual white suit (with a wolfish mask (For Invite:An old friend and past lover of the Countess Short Bio:William is or rather was a rather successful professor of English Literature at a several university in the US and Britain while he was chasing the dream of being an author. A few years back he managed to get a rather wild piece about werewolves on the charts and started a series of book tours. Recently returned home to a rather intriguing invite from his old friend, the Countess. Characters On camp; Off’s:ONS: Teasing, Oral, Biting, Rough Setoffs: Boldly fluids, Anal, MarkingMsMonster=Character Name:Marie me LefevreCharacter Face claim or Description:Face Claim and Dress(ornate black hi-low lace gown complemented with a black lace and rhinestone mask in the shape of a bat. She will also wear small, prosthetic vampire fangs. Reason For Invite:Marie me's late husband was a business associate of Titus for many years. Due to her friendship with the hosts, she received an invitation in spite of the unfounded rumors she was somehow involved in her husband's accidental death. Short Bio:Marie me was born in Montreal, Canada to an affluent family with strong ties in the business world. She received the finest education in medicine and earned herself a specialization in hematology. She married shortly after beginning her practice to the vice-president of an accounting firm. Marie me has been widowed for just over a year after a relatively short marriage that was mired in scandal. Though the authorities found no evidence of her involvement in her husband's sudden death, she remains the subject of some minor suspicion within her social circles. Characters On camp; Off’s:ClickyOrientation: Pansexual, submissions: D/s, bondage/restraints, biting, pain, breath play, sensory deprivation, sensation play, group sex, voyeurism, hair pulling, rough play/sex, leaving marks, romantic and/or non D/s play as well. Special mention: Knife and sword play is, by far, my strongest fetish. I prefer my knife play to include; being threatened, fear/intimidation and having that pretty blade run all over and everywhere (preferred intensity ranging all the way from the gentlest touch to pain and leaving marks – not blood play). Please don't ruin my pretty dress, though. :Offs: gags, more, vomit, scat, closed fists, branding/fire play, and tickling. Vlexia=Character Name:Isabelle DeAlmeidaCharacter FaceclaimTae Heard(simple gown of her own design and creation as it is Champagne colored, low cut on the front while being completely backless. Long, elegant, made entirely of fitted silk. Her ivory mask covers the entirety of the right side of her face, a unique collage of swirls glittered with crystals. Reason For Invite:She is the Ambassador's daughter and heiress to a massive fortune back home, a fashion icon to the foreign country and thus often in the media's spotlight as a local celebrity. Short Bio:Moved to the country as a little girl, Isabelle has only truly known this as her home. Her father is constantly working in his political career and mother was often depressed, leaving the child to fend for herself through the difficult years of growing up. She became obsessed with fashion, design, and gulping down the attention she received the young woman uses it to her advantage by traveling to many countries for shows, and is on the cusp of launching her own line of formal gowns. The night of the masquerade is one of her own creations. In her spare time she is often found indulging in dark delights as a product of her wealth and celebrity status, a wild card of amusement for people who follow her lifestyle closely. Characters On camp; Off’s:On's: Bondage, oral, orgies, sadomasochism, forced submission, public sex, spanking/whipping. (Many others open for discussion)Offs: Bathroom play, extreme torture, more. [/spoiler]Yarn over=Character Name:Auden Burleson Character Face claim or Description:5'10 and lithely built, Auden (is hardly the most imposing person in the room. But he carries himself with a sort of careless confidence that comes from being bored and raised with too much money. He is fickle and doesn't maintain a personal style, rather choosing to wear whatever catches his interest that day. He can hardly be reigned in to follow society's rules of dress and can be one day in a subdued suit and the next in something from the 1980s gothic scene. Costume:He decided his costume would be in drag with a blue and gold dress (with a set of delicate wings (and an appropriate mask (And if any man found themselves in a little too deep with him and didn't catch on to the obvious hint that he was a fairy well... that's their problem, isn't it? Reason For Invite:Perhaps there was something about his appearance that caught the hosts' eye, or maybe it was the rumors swirling around about how the Burleson's' youngest boy had gotten into all sorts of trouble in the 5 years since he'd been sent away to school? Short Bio:Auden was the youngest son but 4th born of 6 in the Burleson's youngest generation. His father was of an established family in the area and had taken his wife from among the nouveau riche Stoughton's several states away - far enough to avoid much of the gossip from such a match. Burleson's in the past had a sturdy reputation as philanthropists and were active in the community to the point that it might make you sick to hear their name, but Auden's father was happy to settle into as normal a family life as he could muster and give up his mother and grandmother's love of being in the paper. Auden threw a few wrenches into the mix with his troublesome behavior and eventually his parents sent him off to boarding school as much for his benefit as for theirs. Now that he's freshly 19 and back home, he seems to have lost a lot of his defiant behavior though he's still anything but the boring final piece of the family puzzle daddy would prefer him to be. Characters On camp; Off’s:Orientation: Pansexual On: taboo, coercion, orientation play, oral, Blood/edge play, wax, pretty much every aspect of BDSM (but will only seriously submit if he actively trusts his partner... otherwise he won't allow himself in bondage.) Off: Bodily waste, Age play, poor hygiene, large groups, messing up his pretty faceEsmeralgirl=Character Name:More Oberon Character Face claim or Description:More (Costume:Dress (Reason For Invite:Has been in media from many years as a dark gray figure, people doubt her to indulge in witchcraft. Short Bio:More Oberon is of half Indian descent from her paternal side. Born into a rich family who are Hotel tycoons from generations, she has often been looked upon as a Mysterious, dark personality and this has been resulted in her being outcasted by her family and their business associates as they think it's harmful for business. That is the reason she stays away from all the family gathering and events, more like never invited. This again has given her a mysterious figure stature with many conspiracies of her being an immortal and the very founder of the business. This again has made her family distant and to keep her away from all the limelight. During this period of her exile, she has been learning the very thing of which she was accused of. Characters On camp; Off’s:Please refer to the On and Offs of the player. Mimetisme=Character Name:Lady Claudine Vang EssexNick(s):Cloud, Spade (Vang = Spade in Italian)Character Face claim or Description:Spade({Character Model: Jenna Dean}Costume:Mask(For Invite:Uncertain? According to some past business ledgers, the Essex family had done ‘transactions’ more than once with Count and Countess it would seem. News to Claudine. Though personal advisors urged her to attend. If for nothing else than to pay proper respect on behalf of her departed parents. Perhaps even awaken new business contracts and propositions. Not to mention deep down she misses the social scene. Short Bio:Claudine Vang Essex used to be quite the socialite. Sophisticated, intelligent, charming, sweet, and quite the wild child. Until her parents passed away a few years ago. Being unwed and the only heir to the Essex fortunes and business, nearly everything was dumped solely on her. Appraising, acquiring, and even running antiques. From social scene to a recluse. Even now she is quieter and reserved, constantly suspicious while hunting for the next big score. There was a business to run and a family fortune as well as the family name to protect. Claudine had and still maintains quite the privileged life still. Wants and needs for practically nothing. Surrounded by priceless antiques of all kinds, big and small. Schooled by her late father, she too has the voracious eye for antiques. Only makes sense she easily took to being a 'collector' as well even before and after her parent's untimely demise. Though there is the rumor it is not always ‘respectable’ the ways she acquires some of her 'treasures'. Especially when it comes too priceless to rare and antique gemstones and jewelry. A gal can never have enough sparkling shines now, can she? Characters On camp; Off’s:♣ Orientation{Hetero, Submissive (for the most part)♣ On's{Males. Blindfolds. Bondage/Restraints. Biting. Marking-Draw blood, bruising, and branding (where none can see said marks). Hair pulling. Oral. Anal. Pressed To Wall and Doggy style. Choking-hand/forearm on throat. Hot wax/ice cubes/flame-flame meaning just a tickle of candle flame to exposed flesh. Rough/Forceful sex. Orgies- as in having sexual interactions in a room with a partner while others are doing the same. Vulgar name-calling- such as being called bitch, slut, whore, c*NT, etc. **Being seduced, sensual and tender, creamy vanilla is welcomed as well. Just the character is highly suspicious/doubtful such a thing truly exists because of her family name.♣ Offs{Females. Direct hardcore BDSM. Direct hardcore D/s. Group sex-Multiple partners at once. Dirty talk-On my part, not the partner. Begging (It is distracting and mood killer for me in writing). Bestiality. Cowgirl-Any position where the female is on top. Watersports- Focus on fluids that are not sexually related.Melrose=Character Name:Markus Jerome Trademarks(Face claim or Description:Face claim is Donnell Blaylock Jr. The Character of Markus Jerome Cade is 25 years old, 5'11 and about 186 lb. Has the athletic build of a Lightweight Boxer. Costume:Markus is wearing an Egyptian Animus Jackal Mask(choosing to go along with the whole Egyptian Motif, Cade is wearing a costume depicting an Egyptian Warrior or Slave on the banks of the Nile River. Costume(For Invite:Just unified the World Lightweight Boxing Championship in spectacular fashion just days after headline a sex scandal involving a female member of the royal family. Short Bio:Markus Jerome Cade, also known as the Jackal in the Ring, is the current undisputed Lightweight Boxing Champion and rumored to once have been a "Boy Toy" of a yet unverified female member of the Royal Family. Due to the recent tabloid exposure and his latest win he has become the flavor of the Month for those in the know. Being of Egyptian & American roots, Cade likes to indulge in his unique heritage and all things Egyptian. His charm and flamboyant personality have brought some popularity back to boxing and his appetites are growing in step with the new-found fame and money that has come into his life. Characters On camp; Off’s:Heterosexual On's Open to most things so ask, Bondage, Oral, Orgies, Anal, Non-Con, Domination... The E norms. Off's Nothing that goes in the toiletEikichi=Character Name:Lord Stephen Becket Character Face claim(For Invite:As one of the newest lords to arrive at the castle he was invited to mingle with the other inhabitants of the castle. Short Bio:Lord Becket is the youngest of five siblings, as the third son and the youngest most of his families fortunes have been squandered on his older siblings with him being sent off to live in the country estate for most of his adult-life. With the death of both his elder brothers Lord Becket has returned to the city and castle as the new head of the estate. Of course while some might have been expecting the Lords time in the countryside to leave him tempered and wise they are instead met with a man who despite his age has a penchant for perversion, alcohol, and general debauchery. Characters On camp; Off’s:Heterosexual, other on's aren't important. Off's would include anything bathroom related. Otherwise; just ask. Szandor=Character Name:Chester William Character Face claim or Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Click to Show/Hide(Click to Show/Hide(For Invite:Chester William is an eccentric, he has never married nor has he courted anyone, but he is known for his parties full of debauchery and wicked happenings. Simply put, he was invited to spice up the party. Short Bio:Chester William, born in Finland, emigrated when he was but a young lad. He had hardly any money in his pocket, and even less knowledge of English. Now, after years of hard work, at the age of forty-two, he is a very rich man. He runs several brothels throughout the country, and in his spare time he makes and repairs watches of extremely high value. No one quite knows how the man got to be so powerful, for Chester is as mysterious as they come. When asked about his past, he freely gives the listener information on his homeland but not his personal experience. Rumors have circulated in the past of him possibly being some otherworldly creature, a Vampire perhaps, because of his mystery and grace; others say he is nothing but a scoundrel who cheated and stole his way to the top. But none can agree on any single theory being the definitive answer. Characters On camp; Off’s:On's include Heterosexuality, Homosexuality, rough play, and orgies. Offs include bathroom stuff, more, and rape. Almost everything is negotiable, besides the Offs mentioned. Pulls up a chair and waits. Welcome, Artemis! Hopefully we can get a good crowd going for this! I'm stoked Sips his coffee and waves to the Bunny. /sips his coffee too and waves back Oh you wicked little thief! *waves hello to everyone*I love this idea so much! I'm glad everyone is excited for it! Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 04-10-2017, 19:42:03Oh you wicked little thief!/grins, a devious little Tlingit's a very good idea! Seasonally appropriate and just enough room for deviant activity All the female guests could theoretically know each other since we are all known in society and two of us are in the fashion industry, the other being a model. That's a good point. We need more men. /grins Agreed! ’D Damn it now I am wanting to go ball dancing. >. Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 05-10-2017, 20:22:09Damn it now I am wanting to go ball dancing. Sgt;.Lt;You'll have your chance soon. Feel free to recruit friends to join the ball too. We are kind of female heavy lol I do hope more gentlemen do sign up. But, if not, it's always a lot of fun to play with the ladies. >:)Or, maybe we'll just all have to gang up on the fine gentlemen who have already signed up. Puts his older fellow on a stamina increasing workout in preparation. Sgt;:) Starts prepping Diaphragm now Oh my I giggled too much. XD Ready for you, string bean! Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 05-10-2017, 21:37:10 Puts his older fellow on a stamina increasing workout in preparation. Sgt;:)I'm sure your older fellow will do just fine. Us ladies will treat him right. Quote from: Alexia on 05-10-2017, 21:49:34 Starts prepping Diaphragm now*snickers* Oh my, the poor lads, they're sure to be overwhelmed with all the lovely feminine attention. Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 05-10-2017, 23:33:32Oh my, the poor lads, they're sure to be overwhelmed with all the lovely feminine attention. I'm sure they will make do lol Oh, I'm sure it'll be the inverse of a normal Masquerade with the ladies butting in for dances! Haha. Before he gets dragged by both behind a curtain and taken advantage of I'll start the betting for my character! First, betting shall begin at one cookie. What I think about your cookie....(:o My cookie! Why don't you come on over here, lovely Stranger? I have plenty of cookies to share.(Ooh, cookies. *approaches cautiously, licking my lips* (You ate my cookie! And...(It's always a trap. A trap? Me? I would never do such a thing.(Speaking of traps... Hello! I'm looking at getting in on this story and waiting on hearing back about my first character. ^.^ How is everyone? Hi there Yarn over! Care for a cookie while you wait? I like your character idea! Ok everyone! I will be posting the first post for the ball today. Please note, HS and I have some things planned to move the ball along and not make it stagnant. The first thing is that everyone MUST stay in the ballroom until the banquet is announced. Then we ask that you stay in the ballroom or banquet hall until the host's say the rest of the castle is open to you. That way we can get some of the plot going. If you join after the ball has started, as I have had some people worry they won't be able to start along with the rest of us, please either have them enter late, dramatic entrances are awesome, or just act like they had been in the background of the scene and just now are being noticed! If you have any questions please don't be shy and ask me or HS!! Excited! Will you post a link here to the IC thread? Yes I will :) And we have begun!#newPlease refer to the main group request thread or the post at the top of the IOC thread for pictures of what rooms in the castle looks like and ideas on decor. Quote from: Alexia on 05-10-2017, 17:23:42All the female guests could theoretically know each other since we are all known in society and two of us are in the fashion industry, the other being a model. Was thinking that too. I'd be interested in something like that, although my char might not know anyone else well enough to guess their identity as long as their mask is on. However, mine would have done modeling showing enough skin that she might be recognizedbysomeone if that skin is shown again at the masquerade ::)Cast looks great....personally I haven't minded the gender tally since my char (and most of the ladies) seem to swing both ways....and I have a funny feeling the guys will be able to handle two handfuls (or would that be four?) swimmingly Quote from: ff on 10-10-2017, 08:59:59Was thinking that too. I'd be interested in something like that, although my char might not know anyone else well enough to guess their identity as long as their mask is on. However, mine would have done modeling showing enough skin that she might be recognized by someone if that skin is shown again at the masquerade ::)Yeah I think we should have at least HEARD of each other before this night, even if it is just by rumors and such. Also, can we assume the servants are carrying drinks around in the ballroom? Or a bar? There can be drinks carried around but no bar, don't really want people just sitting and drinking in the ballroom, yet lol Quote from: Alexia on 10-10-2017, 13:28:18Yeah I think we should have at least HEARD of each other before this night, even if it is just by rumors and such. Also, my character's mask is notthatcovering, so if someone else recognizes her that's fine with me. Is anyone else getting a bit of a secret society / Eyes Wide Shut vibe....wondering if anyone's thought about role-playing allusion to some sort of recruitment / initiation / hypnotism into something like that (whether related to the hosts / location or particular other guest(s))Posted....chou LMK if you prefer different formatting for the header who/where text Sips his coffee. Excellent! I was worried something had happened. Will need to post after my chores/errands. Read the opening post and love it Chou, I'll get my reply up sometime today whether during this afternoon or evening. Quote from: ff on 10-10-2017, 18:41:46Also my character's mask is not that covering, so if someone else recognizes her that's fine with me. Is anyone else getting a bit of a secret society / Eyes Wide Shut vibe....wondering if anyone's thought about role-playing allusion to some sort of recruitment / initiation / hypnotism into something like that (whether related to the hosts / location or particular other guest(s)) Posted....chou LMK if you prefer different formatting for the header who/where text ff I hope you don't mind, but I copied your header to use until told otherwise. Writing my post now. The header ff used is fine :) Glad to hear I give good head O:) Quote from: ff on 11-10-2017, 01:37:09Glad to hear I give good head O:)Nice! LMAO. You're welcome lol :P Haha nice, FFI really want to respond. But I will wait till we get a few more people to post before you and I take over the dance floor and the body of the nearest masked gentleman XD Sounds good! In other news, anyone who has not seen the film Labyrinth should, it's about as occultism and erotically symbolic as PG-rated can get, and it has among other things a masquerade scene it also has a certain David Bowie crotch bulge I totally had this in mind while making the RP with HS LOL I actually watched Labyrinth for the first time at Mime's recommendation! I noticed the crotch bulge and would avert my gaze whenever it appeared. I also totally chuckled at some of the special effects in the film though I had to remember this was from the 1980s. Sips his coffee and works on a post. Working on my own reply, should have it up in a bit! Going to give the other ladies a few hours to respond before me and FF start the prowl in the room lol My apologies for the delay in getting started. I will have a post up tonight when I get home from work. Woo, all the ladies come to the yard! Quote from: Alexia on 11-10-2017, 23:46:40Going to give the other ladies a few hours to respond before me and FF start the prowl in the room lol(Happily awaits the delightful posts. Ok ladies and gents, I will be posting new songs randomly, sometimes in my replies to people and sometimes just to drive the story further. Just to let you know if your character wanders before the banquet opens you will be found immediately by security and escorted back to the ballroom, anytime after that you are free to wander. This is for plot purposes, I hope you understand! Why am I hearing Hotel California Lyrics in my head? Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door had to find the passage back to the place I was before'Relax' said the night man,'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave!' *smirks* Quote from: Melrose on 12-10-2017, 02:40:23Why am I hearing Hotel California Lyrics in my head? Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door had to find the passage back to the place I was before'Relax' said the night man,'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave!' Because when people start dying the black guy is the first to go XDDDD *shifty eyes* why would you think anyone is dying?? Hi there. Thought I'd introduce myself before I start writing a post. My character will be the non-talkative, possibly pervy one ;D *wave* Welcome! Quote from: Alexia on 12-10-2017, 02:50:04Because when people start dying the black guy is the first to go XDDDDYou don't say!? I'll try not to go out like Samuel L. Jackson in just about every other movie I've seen him in. Ok loves don't make me pull out my dice and make you all interact. If you haven't posted your intro please consider actually going up to someone and asking them to dance or at least make super interested eyes at someone. You don't have to stay with that person after the first dance but at least get some mixing going on :)Feel free to ask to cut in with people already dancing too, just make sure you get agreement from both partners, or at least PM them both first and ask if they mind you cutting in. It's a ball, that's what people do lol.Oh, and the Countess won't stay with a dance partner for more than one dance at a time. She may come back to you though, if you intrigue her. :) Quote from: Chou rhea star on 12-10-2017, 07:35:49Ok loves don't make me pull out my dice and make you all interact. If you haven't posted your intro please consider actually going up to someone and asking them to dance or at least make super interested eyes at someone. You don't have to stay with that person after the first dance but at least get some mixing going on :)Feel free to ask to cut in with people already dancing too, just make sure you get agreement from both partners, or at least PM them both first and ask if they mind you cutting in. It's a ball, that's what people do lol.Oh, and the Countess won't stay with a dance partner for more than one dance at a time. She may come back to you though, if you intrigue her. :)Noted, Your Highness ;) *chuckles* Yeah ladies! I thought you'd all be fighting over all the men by now? :P Haha ironic that two of us are dancing with two guys....played by the GM XD But next dance we will explore more options ;) Sips his coffee and works on a post. It's alright, Sebastian will snatch up one of you lovely women! Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 12-10-2017, 23:19:50It's alright, Sebastian will snatch up one of you lovely women! Careful of Isabelle... she seems feisty to me. That's the best kind! Things Masquerade I loved that movie, wish they'd make another version or it into a real television series, not like the Safe one. Sorry for being so late everyone. I'll be posting tonight. Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 14-10-2017, 10:42:42I loved that movie, wish they'd make another version or it into a real television series, not like the Safe one. Yeah, That is one of my favorites as well. Loved the Mr. Hyde scene in the beginning. Slips my money clip into my socks after reading Spade's post. Hey! Spade is not thatbaaaaad. Just don't fall asleep before her. Edit» Out of character knowledge: It's not money she likes when it comes to a man ° whistles innocently Quote from: Lifetime on 15-10-2017, 04:25:30Hey! Spade is not that AAAAA. Just don't fall asleep before her. Edit» Out of character knowledge: It's not money she likes when it comes to a man ° whistles innocently'll keep both in character and out of character advice in mind when dealing with Claudine a.k.a. Spade. ;) For starts, a pleasure making meet of you, Melrose. My apologies for not doing so beforehand. Feel free to call me Mime. ° Offers a friendly hug°Secondly, well. There actually is no more I can say at this time. ;) Banquet coming up in my post tomorrow. Sorry I've been delayed. Life and stuff happens. In my opinion, no need to be sorry, Chou. *Hugs and snugs* I've been delayed in posting as well. Rough couple days. I should be able to get one up tomorrow, though. Hey everyone!! I've been busy too with too much studying so pardon me please if I'm slow :-). I hope everyone's weekend was good Our character's have yet to collide, Me and Esmeralgirl, but life happens to all of us. It's a big ol' meanie like that. I hope that everyone had a beautiful weekend and that the coming week will be smooth and easy as can be.*Offers Hugs, snugs, and kisses for whomever wishes them* Posted, :). Please no one feel bad for posting slowly! Real Life comes first! Everyone just make sure you are not skipping over others too much if you are waiting for another person to post. Remember not to move the ball along to swiftly as HS and I have some timed plot twists that need to happen.*hugs kisses and cuddles to everyone who wants or needs them* *No shame, smiles quite contentedly after getting a bit of hugs, kisses, and cuddles from the beautiful Chou.* You have to hate it when you are writing a post and upon review, realize that you completely F'ed up the person you were writing about their partner (as in She is dancing with this dude and not this dude) because the name was similar to someone's else's (at least in my mind). Don't you hate that... or does no one make that mistake but me *looks around nervously*. Been there, done that *Chuckles* Happens to the best of us I imagine. Hmm mm a new song. Might need another dance partner.... Shift eyes. Wow, Rose. That was just wow. *Grins* My words will find the thread later tonight in response. (hugs, cuddles, and kisses for any and all who want 'em.* *laughs at Artemis* you can dance with the same person more than once! I'm loving everyone's interactions! I'm super excited that we can all and go pig out in the banquet! Furthermore, I want to imagine it's like a feast hall of vikings. Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 16-10-2017, 23:31:40I'm super excited that we can all and go pig out in the banquet! I want to imagine it's like a feast hall of vikings. Half the fun will be trying to eat with my mask on! Quote from: Melrose on 16-10-2017, 23:34:32Half the fun will be trying to eat with my mask on! You could always hide under a table so you can take your mask off and eat. ’D Yes and throwing food at each other! Cause then everyone will need to go clean up, with their masks on! Food fight? *Chuckles* I call dibs on throwing pudding! Quote from: Lifetime on 16-10-2017, 23:38:26You could always hide under a table so you can take your mask off and eat. LMAO really!? You want me to go there. Okay going... if Markus goes under the table to eat something it won't be food and some Ladies are going to have a hard time keeping a straight face. Points to Mime → She started this! Quote from: Melrose on 16-10-2017, 23:42:49Lmao really!? You want me to go there. Okay going... if Markus goes under the table to eat something it won't be food and some Ladies are going to have a hard time keeping a straight face. Challenge accepted!! :P...just kidding. Drop a napkin... I dare ya. >:) Hahaha. So tempting. >:)I'm off to dinner, back in an hour or so. Have fun at dinner, and you can have the pudding Mime, Sebastian is going to throw the mashed potatoes! Lol Alexia has said (in PM) that I'm being a creep. I apologize and will be sitting in the corner till she says I've learned my lesson and only then can I come back and play. :-(( Uh oh, she brought out the whip, quick, run! Squeals and hides behind the Giant, hoping he'll protect her. I'll protect you Mime! *pulls out balloon in the shape of a hammer* I got this! Aww, *Kisses his cheek* My hero... and now I have the urge to play super smash brothers. New! You should stay here and play with us! *Chuckles, hip-bumping Giant* I said urge, not that I was giving into it. Pin actuality, I am currently composing my post now. Well, was. I paused to make a drink then noticed a notification for this thread. Oh, did you now? *tickles and throws into pool*That'll show you! *Goes into a giggle fit then shrieks, hitting the water and sinking like a bag of bricks. Wondering where the pool came from, and being grateful it's not a light colored shirt she has on* *jumps in and rescues, setting on the edge of the pool* There, there. *Hacks and coughs up a lung full of water, giving him a rueful glare* ... I am like so beating you with a pillow next time we do a movie together.*Carefully leans over, kissing his cheek* But thank you for the rescue, Giant. Oh, yeah? Why would do such a thing? *smirks innocently* You are most welcome for the rescue though. :P You are all having way too much fun without me lol D'aww, I'm sorry Chou *Offers hugs and snugs... and whispers* Did you know we have a pool here? We're all going to have even more fun when you come back! *Runs by andaccidentallyknocks Giant into the pool* ::) *falls in the pool with a big splash* Hey now! That's what you get :P *reaches out and pulls into the pool with me* Hah! Nooooooooo! *A final yelp before being dragged into the pool and goes bright red. Why, oh, why did she wear a baby blue scrappy top today without anything under it*Grrr *Dunks him under the water* Ooh! *smirks and swims away screaming* Too much! Too much!*splashes back* That's not what you said last night *Snickers and splashes him* Touché! *splashes and tries to dunk* Sips his coffee and works on posts. *Waves to Artemis just before Giant dunks her* Waves from his desk. You changed your avatar back Mime :(*Pouts and hugs* I'll change it, sweets. Edit: And now fixed *smiles* If you're taking votes, I like the current one at least as much. Blue devil! I love the blue devil one too; but, she's got to match the holiday! Aww, thank you ff! *offers hugs*Hmm, yes. How about a vote on my Hallow's Avatar? Avatar One(♦ Avatar Two(Question of the day: If you are attending a Halloween costume party what would you go as if you could find the perfect get up. Victorian Age Vampire Quote from: Lifetime on 17-10-2017, 21:00:43Aww, thank you ff! *offers hugs*Hmm, yes. How about a vote on my Hallow's Avatar? Avatar One(♦ Avatar Two(vote for the devil. Devil it is! (So far)Avatar One/1 ♦ Avatar Two/2 What?!? Only one vote. Fine *grumbles* I liked them both Devil with a Blue Dress (and Hair and Make-Up) O:) Aww, Giant. *Hugs, cuddles, kisses........ and dunks* (you are so awesome ff! Now I want to watch Repossessed. I am awesome, darn right! *hugs, cuddles and kisses back, pulling into the water with me again* IEEE!(No 'P', low budgeting) *Wrestles with him the water* Your skills are impressive; but, no match for mine! *mouth keeps mouthing after I finish speaking, trying to pin you* *The mouth antic did her in, laughing too hard, which is dangerous in a pool but, he succeeds in pinning her* *pours ice into the pool*You are so funny.*lounges next to the pool with a grin* You guys are chatting away!!! Leaves hugs, Kisses, spanks to those who are in dire need of this. And Miss you Chou Candy :-* *snuggles and kisses and spanks Es back with a giggle*They do chat a lot don't they! It's lovely :) Miss you too, sugar! Hope you aren't working and studying too hard! *raises a fist in victory* I win! My strength is unparalleled! *glares at Chou when she pours in the ice before yanking her into the pool with us* I'll show you to pour ice in here! Will post today Yay! Hopefully mine was good enough! Let me know if I need to change anything for you ;) Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 18-10-2017, 10:42:16*raises a fist in victory* I win! My strength is unparalleled! *glares at Chou when she pours in the ice before yanking her into the pool with us* I'll show you to pour ice in here! Yeeeep!!! *flails and dunks Giant under before scrambling up on his shoulders* collided!! Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 18-10-2017, 10:50:25Yay! Hopefully mine was good enough! Let me know if I need to change anything for you ;)It was perfect! :) hope my intro was ok guys, sorry for being MIA for a minute Quote from: Chou rhea star on 18-10-2017, 08:22:45*snuggles and kisses and spanks Es back with a giggle*They do chat a lot don't they! It's lovely :) Miss you too, sugar! Hope you aren't working and studying too hard! Who said I need spanks :p maybe deserve but not need lol. I'm good, actually doing the opposite of what you are hoping! I'm studying whole day!! Quote from: lasciviousxleporidae on 18-10-2017, 16:11:36hope my intro was ok guys, sorry for being MIA for a minute Your intro was good, too good! I already hit on you :p Quote from: lasciviousxleporidae on 18-10-2017, 16:11:36hope my intro was ok guys, sorry for being MIA for a minutest was wonderful! No worries! Quote from: lasciviousxleporidae on 18-10-2017, 16:11:36hope my intro was ok guys, sorry for being MIA for a minute Was very nice, had been hoping Imogen would make it Quote from: Alexia on 18-10-2017, 12:58:22It was perfect! :)I'm glad! Quote from: Chou rhea star on 18-10-2017, 10:58:37Yeeeep!!! *flails and dunks Giant under before scrambling up on his shoulders* collided!! Mhmm! *chuckles and squeezes your buns with a smirk* Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 18-10-2017, 23:43:58I'm glad! Mhmm! *chuckles and squeezes your buns with a smirk**swats your head and giggles* You're incorrigible! You know it! *dunks you in the icy pool again* Nice! So much to read before I post. Well hello, lasciviousxleporidae! Nice to meet you. *snags rose's ankle and pulls him into the pool too* Quote from: Chou rhea star on 19-10-2017, 00:03:13*dunks you in the icy pool again**pulls under with me, tickling at the same time* *gasps at being tickled and snorts water, surfacing with a cough and gasp* I'm going to get you! *Completely caught by surprise and is dragged in screaming* For the love of fucking god!!!*drains the pool* *sits on bottom of empty pool blinking and looks up at Alexia with big eyes* Now why did you go and do that? Because my middle name is "Fun-Killer The Drainer of Pools". Hahaha why is this reminding me of this scene from Family Guy. Quote from: Alexia on 19-10-2017, 01:42:39Because my middle name is "Fun-Killer The Drainer of Pools". Hahaha why is this reminding me of this scene from Family Guy. Lord Woman! LMAO *Slips in and flops, far and away from the now empty pool* /finger guns enjoy if you guys need or want me to change anything with the post let me know *Chuckles* Aww, you sound like me, sweets. I know your post doesn't connect with mine, but I personally think it was a stunning post, the same as your intro.*Offers hugs* Aww, thank you! /accepts hugs'm always worried about power playing, etc., and wording intended actions has to be careful wouldn't want to step on any toes!dance pun intended I know what you mean. At constant, I tell my writing partners to tell me if something is wrong/unwelcomed and offer to promptly as possible to change it. Bravo. I confess I forgot my matador outfit at home. >:) I could say something... but yeah, my mouth is shut. ;) Smirks and sips his coffee. /licks her lips and grins You won't need any special outfits Not even a sexy lingerie???smirk All the sexy lingerie in the house! *smirks* ................... I fucking new it......... Lol. Nice twist. Bwahahah I can admit my heart did skip a beat while I was reading it. And now everyone is locked into the castle with the killer *smirks and runs off to make her countess' response* O_Ochoa Soon... Who invited the knife-wielding lunatic with access to non-traceable agonizing death poison? Because I don't remember that on the F'ING Invite... just saying!! The RP became a game of Clue! But this time it wasn't Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe *Applauds and tosses roses at Chou's and Hooded's feet, only to applaud some more*Exquisitely well done. (a horror fanatic at my core, so I was expecting something, though not something that artfully done. Again. Well done, well done indeed. Must agree, very well done. Figured something spooky was happening, but never guessed one of the other players was in on it! Which makes you wonder ironstone other player is in on it.... Oh dear, just realized... Elia might be the last person the Count was seen with. Doesn't look very good for her does it. She might get, well, fingered. Gonna need a good alibi...means making sure at least one another person has the right incentives aligned. What was that saying about scratching backs So might I ask some IOC stuff? Like I was going to post tonight. Unless I misread, this is a very public and brutal looking death. Location was sort of vague though. My question are:- That was the Count that just bought it?- Where did that just happened?- Was it public enough that we should all be writing our response to it in our next post?*In my Dr. Evil voice* Someone throw me a freaking bone... Need the info... Ok no one else respond until I can!! Lol *casually screaming into a pillow because M U R D E R* *Virtual fist bump to Rose on the Dr. Evil impersonation*Isn't that the million-dollar question, ff? Who else is in on this? Well we did tell you we have a story arc planned *wink*. Ok I posted NOW you can all respond. Please don't ALL of you say that you were there watching as I want it to trickle around and even some of you can not be aware at all. If you want any of your characters to interact with the killer please let me and HS know before you mention him! The ball must go on!! Lol Beautiful post, Chou. As for my next to come post, I'll have to weigh it against what Rose posts. Thank you lovely. I hope the ball continues to be fun, but it will have just a slightly darker undercurrent to it :)I don't mind the order of posting I just wanted to get my reaction before anyone else did :). MURDER MURDER MURDER!!! *run away.* More can't be there!!! Poor her :(P. S:- I can examine the bloody body >:)Untraceable poison! Damn you wicked :p but sounds like Bottling toxin :-\Gasp as her inner nerd come out. Okay, okay I'll stop my needing lol Never be sorry for being nerdy! It's hot ! :P I'm pretty sure that you find everything about me hot winks I agree with Chou. Nerdy is hot. And lol, I did the same thing, Esmeralgirl! My brain started rolling down all the forensic and biology crap the poison could be, how long it takes to narrow it down, the chemical breakdowns that are masked, etc. :Being a nerd sucks sometimes, it sucks the fun out of fantasy by trying to apply realistic facts for me. *Eye roll*Okay, pumpkin time for me. And I'm late. Stupid belt...(Quote from: Lifetime on 21-10-2017, 07:13:54I agree with Chou. Nerdy is hot. And lol, I did the same thing, Esmeralgirl! My brain started rolling down all the forensic and biology crap the poison could be, how long it takes to narrow it down, the chemical breakdowns that are masked, etc. :Being a nerd sucks sometimes, it sucks the fun out of fantasy by trying to apply realistic facts for me. *Eye roll*Okay, pumpkin time for me. And I'm late. Stupid belt...(a fellow biology nerd!! Well, well I try to think of that too but the only one which comes to mind is bottling, but the poison takes around 2 days to take effect *In reality* lol, so haha can't remember which is untraceable plus soon quick to kill. Damn one more Needham He-he. And I know all about this reality and the film versions which are given to us. Like the damn chloroform which knocks the gas out of people in seconds. I have smelled that shit thousands of times...... I like that red room, what I wouldn't give to enter that ;) Quote from: Esmeralgirl on 21-10-2017, 07:21:07Ooooh a fellow biology nerd!! Well, well I try to think of that too but the only one which comes to mind is bottling, but the poison takes around 2 days to take effect *In reality* lol, so haha can't remember which is untraceable plus soon quick to kill. Damn one more Needham He-he. And I know all about this reality and the film versions which are given to us. Like the damn chloroform which knocks the gas out of people in seconds. I have smelled that shit thousands of times...... I like that red room, what I wouldn't give to enter that ;)All I know about that stuff is what I see on Forensic File and Snapped. Though it seems that on those shows Women do know all kinds of way of killing a Man that takes years, new and improved methods, and lucky breaks for Police to figure out. I, for one, will never keep a bottle of anti-freeze around an unhappy lover! Since no announcement has been made in the banquet hall, and no one has told them yet, I guess Isabelle and Elia would still have no idea on what happened.... Talk about learning things a little late This reminds me what is the exact place where the deed has taken place? So that I could decide if I would know it firsthand or through the whispers?? Quote from: Esmeralgirl on 21-10-2017, 13:34:00This reminds me what is the exact place where the deed has taken place? So that I could decide if I would know it firsthand or through the whispers?? It appears it happened in the Ballroom? O.o if it's ballroom then I think my character would notice it, unless there's a wall in between ;D It happened in the banquet hall my dears. It does say in my post :) and the countess did make an announcement to those I. The hall who could hear her :) Quote from: Esmeralgirl on 21-10-2017, 07:21:07Ooooh a fellow biology nerd!! My Nerdom Known No Bounds Yup. Nerd. Dork. Geek. I'm A LOT of things. I'm the kind who writes fantasy, but I do research first. A fighter, I do a complete history report in my head on the fighting style, the time period, the muscular system, etc. Any form of 'science' character, another history report in my head. The list goes on. Even the character I am playing here in the Masquerade, I spent a crazy amount of time researching the topic of antiques, antique selling, antique appraising, etc. Plus the part of Italy where she was born, but that was a short research since I already know a crap ton about Italy's culture and history thanks to MIA familiar. Otherside of that coin, I know a great deal about the human body, medical science, auto mechanics, biology, psychology, law, art and art history, neuroscience, archery, pharmaceuticals, architecture, etc. There really is way too much in my factoid head. :P Basically, I am the runner of my own fun while it remains fun still somehow. :P*Shrugs* I overthink things, constantly. But for me, the research I do prior is part of the fun. So when I write, I'm able to be able to visualize in my mind and know what the hell I am talking about. Chuckles As for our murder of passion... My brain went right to tetrodotoxin. Then applied other states of combined effect into play. Dancing and drinking, it upscales the blood flow rate. Thus, the toxinpossiblyreacts asterisk. However, tetrodotoxin is known to paralyze postmortem, also, it is not known for a swift instantaneous death that fits the timescale of the play. So how about that venom from a... Then I mentally backhanded myself, 'It's a game Less, quit the shit and STOP asking why/how'Chuckles Quote from: Esmeralgirl on 21-10-2017, 07:09:56I'm pretty sure that you find everything about me hot winks winks You’d be right my dear I find everything about all the girls hot. *winks* *Narrows eyes at Giant, then smiles all too sweetly, even bats her lashes* ...do you want to go for a swim again, darlin'? *cannonballs into the pool* Whee! Giant! Wait! Alexia emptied the pool! *water magically appears and falls in with a loud splash* It's back! Oh [censored] *Hides* Thought I could post but way too tired lol Will post tomorrow Quiet in the IOC tonight.*Walks over to check what's in the community fridge to eat* murder scared everyone away lol. *Peeks in, hesitantly* So the murder is distracting, very much so. Any way possible way maybe an antique might go missing in all the chaos? O:) Bahamas at this point in time I'm sure it won't go missing. Just know that no one can get out until the castle is opened. No matter how skillful you are at escaping lol. I was going to reply to night, but I'm wiped out. Will move along and post tomorrow. *sleepy waves and cuddles to everyone who wants them.* I was thinking once the castle opens up more, and... never mind.*Smiles, happy to get Chou cuddles!* I mean it won’t be noticed if it goes missing *head desk* I’m tired, sorry! Aww, *Offers hugs, cuddles, and kisses* Get some rest, sweets. I can PM you later about the ideas in my head. I'm waiting on Artemis to post, I believe In the mean time, I need to update you guys:I maimed myself Friday night! In such a way that makes typing painful while I'm healing. It's slow going sand my home key resting positions is all fucked but I'm around. Be patient with me x.x Oh no! You poor thing! Save yourself the pain of typing... *Offers hugs and comfort* Quote from: lasciviousxleporidae on 24-10-2017, 17:47:48I'm waiting on Artemis to post, I believe In the mean time, I need to update you guys:I maimed myself Friday night! In such a way that makes typing painful while I'm healing. It's slow goings and my home key resting positions is all fucked, but I'm around. Be patient with me x.touch and Well Wishes! Quote from: lasciviousxleporidae on 24-10-2017, 17:47:48I'm waiting on Artemis to post, I believe In the mean time, I need to update you guys:I maimed myself Friday night! In such a way that makes typing painful while I'm healing. It's slow goings and my home key resting positions is all fucked, but I'm around. Be patient with me x.oh no...well please help quicker rather than typing more You could always delegate someone for your char to move with It just struck me. My character, the color gown and all. Someone could totally stab her, and it would look like a drink got spilled on her :P Don't don't dun! How is everyone? Quote from: Chou rhea star on 24-10-2017, 06:28:54bwhahah at this point in time I'm sure it won't go missing. Just know that no one can get out until the castle is opened. No matter how skillful you are at escaping lol. I was going to reply to night, but I'm wiped out. Will move along and post tomorrow. *sleepy waves and cuddles to everyone who wants them.*Yeah I wasn't going to have Elia actually get out, I know we are trapped, it's just IC for Isabelle and her to look around and try......relatedly, though, would they be able to get to some of the other locations from the original 'mansion layout' post? Are they still trapped in just ballroom+banquet? Oh, no the entire castle and grounds are open now :) Just you can't get out lol. So if they need or want to find a room to 'hole up' in they can lol. Sounds good, thanks, now to go peruse those pretty locations When you next post for Hudson (if the thirds Isabelle and Elia's plan) or Alex next posts for Isabelle...either of them should feel free to take Elia along with them to their destination Quote from: ff on 25-10-2017, 01:08:59 Sounds good, thanks, now to go peruse those pretty locations When you next post for Hudson (if the thirds Isabelle and Elia's plan) or Alex next posts for Isabelle...either of them should feel free to take Elia along with them to their destination Perfect. But now that someone has been murdered Isabelle is going to have to be seriously seduced by some massive dick because she is not trying to get a "climactic end" with a knife to her throat. Lol! Well soon the sheriff's department will be there and masks will be coming off.*waves to HS* Hi love!! Did you read your PM's?*goes to post so she doesn't hold up the fun* I did! Did you send one after that? I was waiting for you to get on to talk it out. Haha, massive dick? Mind you, how you guys take the events and roll with them is your decision. If you are interested in backing out or wish to have your character 'ended', feel free to PM Chou and I to take under consideration. I think we should keep the masks on and hold off on the sheriffs department arriving for a bit. Adds to the mystery and intrigue, I think! I was out of it last night lol. I'm on for a bit now if you want to talk about it :)I'll leave masks on then, game time is pretty close to midnight though so they might come off soon. Lol I'll have the sheriff's department delayed then. *hugs* Quote from: Alexia on 25-10-2017, 01:11:48Perfect. But now that someone has been murdered Isabelle is going to have to be seriously seduced by some massive dick because she is not trying to get a "climactic end" with a knife to her throat. Elia: Possess hear that Hudson nudge, and bring Mjölnir Quote from: Chou rhea star on 25-10-2017, 02:21:39I was out of it last night lol. I'm on for a bit now if you want to talk about it :)I'll leave masks on then, game time is pretty close to midnight though so they might come off soon. Lol I'll have the sheriff's department delayed then. *hugs*Sure, we can talk about it! You know how to reach me ;P Forgive the delay on my part. The weekend was far busier at work than expected and really wiped me out and my day off has been anything but. Just opened a bottle of wine and will be attempting a post here shortly. *Smiles sweetly and asks if she could have some wine too* Well that depends. Do you like dark reds? lol You know I'm Italian, right? I confess my E histories are a little out of date. No worries, dear. I was only teasing anyway. My apologies. Nothing to apologize for. Quote from: ff on 25-10-2017, 02:35:29Elia: Possess hear that Hudson nudge, and bring Mjölnir Oh he will Loki’ll take some wine too! Ohh, good idea, please do! No reason to apologize, it happens to the best of us. Elia has a love for mythology it seems. Wolves, Wonderlands and Weapons. I find Elia rather beautiful and quite charmed myself. Aw, thanks. This is the closest chance I've gotten to the ambience of playing (a nonmagical version of) Alice in Wonderland, or Sarah from Labyrinth, so taking full advantage of it. Relatedly, knock knock Stephen...follow the white rabbit and the caramel hare Has enjoyed many a dirty thought about Elia. Sincerely, ff. I find your character quite magical for being as you say, a human. That is not to say none of the other characters that are the cast here are wondrous and unique. They all bring a certain sparkle and delight that beckons a reader to want more. Including the killer! I'm truly surrounded by amazing talent that I still cannot thank enough of Chou and Hooded for letting me partake.(((♥)))Reads Artemis' mind and chuckles. Aww shucks, you flatter me! Hope everybody had a good Hump day. Good day, yes. No humping though. :P Good morning everyone! Quote from: Hooded Stranger on 26-10-2017, 10:41:38Good morning everyone!*Starts making a Pot of Coffee and pulls out Red bull and Monster drinks from the IOC Fridge*Good Morning Hooded... Red Bull?! Ice! Lol good morning all. I'll have a reply up later today @Vlexia. Sorry to keep you guys waiting on a response, yesterday was a bit hectic for me. Quote from: Erich on 26-10-2017, 20:35:08I'll have a reply up later today @Vlexia. Sorry to keep you guys waiting on a response, yesterday was a bit hectic for me. I know the right thing for me to say is 'no rush, take your time, Alabama'but I'm eager for your reply to Isabelle and the RP in general Quote from: Lifetime on 25-10-2017, 22:40:40Sincerely, ff. I find your character quite magical for being as you say, a human.likewise...where's the vampire emoji... Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 25-10-2017, 22:24:28Has enjoyed many a dirty thought about Elia. Well now I'm very curious. And you know what's even better than dirty thoughts? Leaves a gift for ff(Quote from: ff on 26-10-2017, 21:18:23likewise...where's the vampire emoji... Well now I'm very curious. And you know what's even better than dirty thoughts? Uh dirty actions? ’D I daresay this old wolf does enjoy a wild, fiery roll in the hay. I shall have a reply up sometime this weekend hopefully guys, I'm waiting for some things. *smirks* At the beach with family u til tomorrow! Will post tomorrow night! I'll get my post up after our lovely Artemis, if people are ok with the delay :) Hey there guys! Sorry for the delay in posting, I'm really busy all of a sudden, so I'm going to have to pull out of this role play. I'll be sure to see a lot of you in other places, but I have hardly any time for anything at the moment.-Sandor Oh dear, I'm sorry to see you go Sandor, I hope you get caught up with the rest of your doings soon! And ouch, looks like the Countess gets to go off and sit in a corner alone for the rest of the evening !! Hope everyone had a good weekend! Quote from: Chou rhea star on 30-10-2017, 19:49:16Oh dear, I'm sorry to see you go Sandor, I hope you get caught up with the rest of your doings soon! And ouch, looks like the Countess gets to go off and sit in a corner alone for the rest of the evening !! Hope everyone had a good weekend! Lol aww ♫ Warriors* come out to play ♫♫ Elia misses you ♫* especially Isabelle Hudson Stephen I'll be getting a post up when I can, guys. My hand isn't healing as well as it should be. Sorry. Quote from: ff on 31-10-2017, 19:35:37♫ Warriors* come out to play ♫♫ Elia misses you ♫* especially Isabelle Hudson Stephen Classic and creepy. That voice still unnerves me years later. Quote from: ff on 31-10-2017, 19:35:37♫ Warriors* come out to play ♫♫ Elia misses you ♫* especially Isabelle Hudson Stephens soon as Hudson posts we can get going to our little hide room haha Oh and given the RP this is, can't let today go by without saying Happy Halloween everyone! Happy Halloween! Sorry for the delay we have had quite a few people quit and HS and I are discussing how we want to continue. Thank you for your patience! Quote from: Chou rhea star on 01-11-2017, 06:51:15Sorry for the delay we have had quite a few people quit and HS and I are discussing how we want to continue. Who else has left? Quote from: Chou rhea star on 01-11-2017, 06:51:15Happy Halloween! Sorry for the delay we have had quite a few people quit and HS and I are discussing how we want to continue. Thank you for your patience! Well, assuming you still have the time and energy, I, for one, am still very interested (obis), and one thing I really like about the structure of this RP is people who quit or don't post or interact with the chars much just kinda fade back into the crowd (or the killer can get them next?) NOW I'm just fine with the RP getting smaller (will miss Chester but oh well). Sips his drink and watches. I'm still willing to play. I've just been extremely sick for the last week or so. Plus, I was waiting for a post, but I see he has dropped out. I suppose it's a wait and see thing now, though. Hume. Kinda been waiting on Rose for a post, however, Claudine is also open. I think I marked it Markus/Open, something like that. I'll have to check later. About ready to do dinner and movie. Nonetheless. I am still more than willing for my role in continuing. The various dynamics of the handful of characters left is quite enjoyable and births many curious tinted questions. I have my suspicions/assumptions but, I'd love to see how everything plays out on thekilleraspect of the RP. First, let me apologize to Lifetime for making her wait. Life just got busy real fast, and I've let that be an excuse for far too long. I will have something out tonight. I'm with everyone else I think we can work with those that remain. Furthermore, I am more than willing to continue and if need be start a second male character to balance out the female/male ratio. We can also open the RP back up for new players to join as if they had been there the whole time. Just some suggestions. Now let me get started on this post of mine. @Rose~No need to apologize!! Sincerely! I truly understand. My own life can be a fun-sucking vicious b!TCH at times. So believe me, I do get it. *Hugs, kiss to cheek* Quote from: Melrose on 02-11-2017, 02:25:27We can also open the RP back up for new players to join as if they had been there the whole time. Just some suggestions. Oh? Are you the GM now?:P Quote from: Melrose on 02-11-2017, 02:25:27First, let me apologize to Lifetime for making her wait. Life just got busy real fast, and I've let that be an excuse for far too long. I will have something out tonight. I'm with everyone else I think we can work with those that remain. Furthermore, I am more than willing to continue and if need be start a second male character to balance out the female/male ratio. We can also open the RP back up for new players to join as if they had been there the whole time. Just some suggestions. Now let me get started on this post of mine.RP's tend to go faster with fewer players (or with subgroups, which is one of the things I really like abut this one, easy to form subgroups so you don't need to wait on everyone). I personally think it's just ducky as is, including the gender ratio (most of the ladies are rather open-minded anyway, and I'm sure the gentlemen can handle some extra attention if it comes to that...) We still have more than critical mass IMO people just need to post, I love this RP, and I'm impatient! Hudson where arrive you Ok everyone give me till tomorrow to get my post up. Sorry Ive been busy with the toddler of mine. Quote from: Alexia on 02-11-2017, 02:42:34Oh? Are you the GM now?:Keep sticking that tongue out! >:) Will be flying across the Pond tomorrow for training in the UK. I suspect I'll have internet and a crazy sleep schedule, but I should be able to post, as for the norm but that not a guarantee. So if I ghost for a week, please excuse the delay. Other than that, I hope everyone has a great weekend! Quote from: Melrose on 04-11-2017, 00:05:01Will be flying across the Pond tomorrow for training in the UK. I suspect I'll have internet and a crazy sleep schedule, but I should be able to post, as for the norm but that not a guarantee. So if I ghost for a week, please excuse the delay. Other than that, I hope everyone has a great weekend! Oy. I envy you not, darlin'. I only hope your travels see you landing safely and that your training is none too grilling. I only ask that you indeed find and claim proper rest for yourself. All to later return home just as securely as you had left.*Leaves an offering of warm hugs with a friendly kiss to be applied to the cheek for Rose* I will be gone this entire week as well. Caribbean Cruise. Quote from: Alexia on 04-11-2017, 10:50:58I will be gone this entire week as well. Caribbean Cruise. Don't lie. You are being dragged off, by me, to a cabin in the Woods! It's okay to scream! No one going to save you. *Maniacal Laugh*Have a safe and fun trip! Quote from: Alexia on 04-11-2017, 10:50:58I will be gone this entire week as well. Caribbean Cruise. That sounds absolutely wonderful, dear! Hope you have a great and enjoyable week!! Have fun, both of you guys! Enjoy the lovely time. It's quiet in the IOC... too Quiet. The type of Quiet that makes you just want to scream. Then run and hide as something screams back at you. (Quiet IC too! I’m sorry I’m having a really hard time IRL right now, and it’s strangling all my muses. I’m sorry I disappeared. My son has the flu and someone broke into my car this week. I will hopefully be back to normal by Saturday and get posts out by Sunday or Monday! I’m so sorry to leave you in the lurch and I hope you still wish to RP with me!~ Chou

Night of the Fireflies_ The Masquerade OOC Thread|rating:4.0

In der Dunkelheit Academy

CardS As Tammy walks around searching for John, She trembles with an electroshock coming out of her own body, With means there's another Inner demon near. "That must be John!" She screams. She goes around running touch the signal when she gets a much harder shock. "Oh no... This cant be..." she whispers. "John would not be of any danger for me... This is not possible... What is going on?!" As she keeps going touch the signal while getting more and more harder shocks she gets to the end of the signal that indicates where John was. "John!!" she screams. "Are you okay?"... "I'm having danger shocks from you..." As she is telling all this to John she receives a much harder shock and faints...---RodZJohn grabs Tammy from the floor and puts her in a safe place near him. "I'm not getting any shocks." John Wisker. "That means there's no other demon. But if she's getting 'Danger Shocks' it means there's a powerful being here." As he slowly stands up he listens to some growl and to someone saying "Are you ok?". "He slowly looks back and watches Luna and Game. "They're the ones. That's why Tammy's been getting harmful shocks. But i didn't get those shocks." He wants to walk touch them but he doesn't because of Tammy being on the floor. "Well they can wait. If I'm not getting any shocks it means they don't have more power than me. Maybe they have less or just as much as I do". He calls Moldavia and asks for help to wake Tammy.---Wolf girl-taylorJohn grabs Tammy from the floor and puts her in a safe place near him. "I'm not getting any shocks." John Wisker. "That means there's no other demon. But if she's getting 'Danger Shocks' it means there's a powerful being here." As he slowly stands up he listens to some growl and to someone saying "Are you ok?". "He slow LY looks back and watches Luna and Game. "They're the ones. That's why Tammy's been getting harmful shocks. But i didn't get those shocks." He wants to walk touch them but he doesn't because of Tammy being on the floor. "Well they can wait. If I'm not getting any shocks it means they don't have more power than me. Maybe they have less or just as much as I do". He calls Moldavia and asks for help to wake Tammy. Luna heard everything he said, and she was very hurt by this. She wanted to help people not hurt them, but people didn't seem to understand that. She looked down as tears started rolling down her cheeks. "I guess we won't be friends." She says looking at the ground, she turns and leaves she stops her back facing them "Oh and by the way I wouldn't hurt her, I wanted to be friends." She said tears falling faster down her cheeks, and ran off.---RodZDaimondine Goes after her realizing Tammy was waking up. "ILL BE BACK IN A UNITE TAMMY!!" he screams as he is in a jury. He stops as he realizes that being in human form he's not going to be able to chase a wolf. So he decides to give Amandine limited control over the body. "Alright Amandine" he says to himself.-"I don't like you and you don't like me"-"I HATE YOU! " Screams Amandine inside John's mind.-"Look! I need your help in this!! Let's make a deal! "-"Talk I'm listening"-"I'll give you control lover my body for now, and it will be limited. All I need you to do is use your power and speed to catch up to Luna. "-"What's in it for me??"-"You will take full control of my body tonight. I'll try to think in something that makes me furious so you can come out."" Deal! (Helene...) "Johns eyes turn Yellow with means Amandine has taken over Part of John's Body. Amandine takes a deep breath and holds it as he starts running at the speed of lightning. Suddenly he catches up to Luna. "That was way too easy." Amandine whispers. "Alright you pathetic fool!! We're here!!" Amandine screams to himself as he turns back into John. After the transformation John looks at Luna and asks "Do you mind if we talk?".---Wolf girl-taylor-"I don't like you and you don't like me"-"I HATE YOU! " Screams Amandine inside John's mind.-"Look! I need your help in this!! Let's make a deal! "-"Talk I'm listening"-"I'll give you control lover my body for now, and it will be limited. All I need you to do is use your power and speed to catch up to Luna. "-"What's in it for me??"-"You will take full control of my body tonight. I'll try to think in something that makes me furious so you can come out."" Deal! (Helene...) "Johns eyes turn Yellow with means Amandine has taken over Part of John's Body. Amandine takes a deep breath and holds it as he starts running at the speed of lightning. Suddenly he catches up to Luna. "That was way too easy." Amandine whispers. "Alright you pathetic fool!! We're here!!" Amandine screams to himself as he turns back into John. After the transformation John looks at Luna and asks "Do you mind if we talk?". Luna jumped slightly and turned to face him tears still rolling down her cheeks. "No, I don't mind." She said whipping the tears away. "What is it you want to talk about?" she asked. RodZJohn slowly comes near her and says "I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I never meet to say that you were a threat." John starts thinking a way on how to explain To Luna how the 'Inner Demon Body System' works. "Well you see. We Inner Demons have something inside us that hurts us every time there's a more powerful being around. So it wasn't your fault what happened to Tammy" John said. "And about what I said. I was just analyzing the situation. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." John thinks of something to cheer Luna up. "Oh! And if you want you can go and be friends with Tammy so she doesn't feel like your dangerous anymore, and she stops getting those shocks!" John screamed with a huge smile on his face.---Wolf girl-taylorLuna smiled and listens to hi. She laughed when he finished talking. "I would love to befriends with Tammy!" she said. "I understand why you thought what you said. A lot of wolves are mean and dangerous. I'm different though. I don't like to cause pain unless they are hurting someone I know." she explained. Anyway I hope Tammy and I get along great." she said still smiling.---RodZJohn looks down sadly. "At least she can control her anger and power." He whispers. Then looks up fast and with a false smile. "Well then!! Let's go over there!! I'm sure you and Tammy will go along!!".---Wolf girl-taylorShe looked at him confused but still smiled. "I'm sure we will. I'm pretty easy to get along with." her smile vanished remembering a dark memory. She shook it out of her mind and followed him toward the Tammy---RodZJohn tells Tammy everything and leaves Luna with her. "Good luck you two!" And walks away.-"Alright you fool!! A deal is a deal!! " Said Amandine inside John.-"Yes. I'm afraid it is" And looks down. Beeing forced to, John lets Amandine take full control of his body by thinking in tragedies, fights and memories that make him furious.-" Alright!!! This is it!! Just one more thing!! " He screams as the pain of the transformation begins.-" YES?! TALK!!! "-" Just leave Luna and Tammy alone!! "-" I'm AFRAID I'm NOT GOING TO DO THAT!! HAHAHA HA!! " He laughs as the transformation is complete.---CardSCammy looks at Luna while being shy. "So Luna. Where did your name come from?? Is your race related to that name. I understand 'Luna' is 'moon' in Spanish. Does your race have something to do with that language?" Asks Tammy...---chipmunkAyame continued to stand, not knowing what to do. The other wolf left with tears down her cheeks. She didn't know how to make people feel better. She inhaled sharply and grabbed her papers off the counter, and turned around, walking out of the building. Biting her lip, she stopped, turned around, and walked towards where she could smell nature, but no one around. She sat down against a tree with a thick truck and closed her eyes, sighing slowly. ---Wolf girl-taylorShe smiled kindly at Tammy. "No my name is Luna because on full moon nights I'll quietly leave my room and look at the full moon and if I'm alone I'll howl at the full moon." that's basically my story." she stopped letting Tammy understand all this.---Cards"Wow. Interesting. Hey what happened to your other friend?" Asked Tammy.---Rod"HEY!!" Screams Amandine as he disturbsAyame's moment of peace.-"I bet you don't know me do you?! "He asks as he evil half-smiles.-"Do you even know what race I belong to?! "He keeps smiling.-"An Even more interesting question!! "He completely smiles with a bad look on his face.-"Do you think you pathetic being can stand a chance on a fight against me?!.. Let's make a deal!! You survived fight through the night and i won't kill you!! "He gives her a dirty deal as he keeps smiling and slowly licking his teeth.-"You fight!! Or you fight!! You have no choice!! "Amandine goes three steps back waiting for Game to stand up. chipmunkAyame's eyes snapped open as she heard Amandine. She growled loudly and stood up. She sniffed lightly and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "You are demon. You are Amandine, the demon within John." she growled lightly. She stared him down, narrowing her eyes and growling loudly. Her hands clenched and unclenched, her nails growing and sharpening. She had to fight not to let out Sister Wolf to protect her, to fight, to quench her thirst of blood.---Wolf girl-taylor"Wow. Interesting. Hey what happened to your other friend?" Asked Tammy."HEY!!" Screams Amandine as he disturbsAyame's moment of peace.-"I bet you don't know me do you?! "He asks as he evil half-smiles.-"Do you even know what race I belong to?! "He keeps smiling.-"An Even more interesting question!! "He completely smiles with a bad look on his face.-"Do you think you pathetic being can stand a chance on a fight against me?!.. Let's make a deal!! You survived fight through the night and i won't kill you!! "He gives her a dirty deal as he keeps smiling and slowly licking his teeth.-"You fight!! Or you fight!! You have no choice!! "Amandine goes three steps back waiting for Game to stand up. Luna looked around wondering where Game went. She spotted Amandine talked at Game. She heard the words'fight' and 'kill you' and her eyes got huge. "Please excuse me Tammy," she sailed and ran over to Game. "Hey guys please don't fight please." she said trying to smooth things over, she was strong but didn't like fighting.---Rod"Hahaha!!" He laughs loudly. "Two prays for the shot of one. I can sense your power and strength. You far under my power. BOTH OF YOU!!" Amandine crouches, opens his wings and stretches his claws as he gets ready to fight. "EVEN IF YOU TWO WERE COMBINED I COULD STILL BEAT YOU!! YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME!!"---Cards"BUT IF I HELP THEN WE DO STAND A CHANCE!!" Screamed Tammy filled with anger.---Rod"YOUR JUST ANOTHER PATHETIC FOOL!!" Screamed Amandine. "IF YOU TRY USING YOUR DEMON, IT WILL END UP FIGHTING ON MY SIDE!!" chipmunkAyame's eyes narrowed as Luna and Tammy got near. "Luna." she growled, pulling the other wolf girl behind her, protecting her. Since when had she become a protector for others? She didn't think about that now. She focused her attention on Diamond. Furthermore, she growled and changed into Sister wolf, a pure white wolf with an icy blue glare. Furthermore, she growled menacingly as she stood between the male demon, and the younger wolf. 'Touch either of them and you die.' she thought to him, growling loudly and showing her teeth.---Cards"STOP!!" Tammy screams as she is getting filled with anger... "THIS FIGHT IS STUPID!! JOHN!! I KNOW YOUR IN THERE SOMEWHERE!! SNAP OUT OF IT!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRRGGGG!!!!! Tammy screamed as she mistakenly let her anger take over her and turning her into Diamondeiny...---Rod"YES!! HAHAHA!!" Amandine obtained 2 prizes. A fight. And an Ali. "HOWS YOUR THIRST FOR BLOOD DAIMONDEINY?!"---Wolf girl-taylorLuna looked around, "look we don't have to fight. Please stop. This is pointless." she said begging them to stop. She looks at Tammy, and suddenly she was overwhelmed she closed her eyes and in an instance she was a black and white wolf with a blue eye and a green eye. She stood there eyes sad and tail down---CardSDaimondeiny quickly attacks Luna only leaving her a scratch due to Game protecting her. "C'MON!! I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT!! FIGHT!!" She screams. "LUNA!!" As she half-smiles she says her favorite phrase. "HAS YOUR RACE EVER EXPERIENCED TRUE FEAR?!"...---chipmunkAyame growled loudly, standing tense and waiting. The fur along her spine stood on end as she watched the two demons that have taken over their human forms. She noticed as Luna changed, that she was bigger than the other wolf, and that Luna's eyes were like the sun and moon. Both completely opposite of each other, but both very beautiful in their own way. She didn't spend much time focused on Luna, because she saw Diamondeiny shift, giving away that she was about to attack. Game jumped, taking most of Diamondeiny's blow to Luna, and growled back, snapping her jaws at the demon. She crouched slightly, watching both demons, and keeping Luna behind her.----Wolf girl-taylorDaimondeiny quickly attacks Luna only leaving her a scratch due to Game protecting her. "C'MON!! I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT!! FIGHT!!" She screams. "LUNA!!" As she half-smiles she says her favorite phrase. "HAS YOUR RACE EVER EXPERIENCED TRUE FEAR?!"..." Yes Tammy many times. But really we don't have to fight. This isn't going to solve anything!!" Moldavia heard sounds of arguing, and she decided to go check it out. "Matt, Mia you'll have to excuse me for a second." She walked outside taking a sword she had stacked in the closet just in case and walked a few feet farther away from the hiding spot but not too far away and found two wolves, Amandine and Daimondeiny in a confrontational stance. She sighed not again she thought to herself as this has happened before with John and Tammy when they were children." Hey John what's wrong? I saw Tammy all alone and your just here looking at, well nothing in particular." Lundavia said to him concern clear in her voice." I'm ok, I'm just worried about her. Have you noticed how strange she's been acting?" She raises and eyebrow at him, "That's why I was concerned? I thought the two of you got in a fight or something like that, but if it's just that I don't have much reason to worry now, do I? And I dare you to tell me otherwise." she says with a smirk on her face. John gets up off the floor and stands only inches away from her face. "This is all just a joke to you. Why don't you ever take me or her seriously? She's acting strange and your not worried, what's wrong with you?" he spat. He got out of her face putting a hand on a nearby tree tremors rolling down his body." I... I just... Didn't think much of it." she stutters looking at the ground. "I'm sure she'll snap out of it sooner or later. Are you ok? You never make a big deal of my indifference." She said now looking straight at him slowly walking towards him putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shook off." Don't touch me!!!" she yelled. "You don't c..." he left his sentence unfinished as he bent over hands on his stomach. "John, what's wrong?" He looked up eyes glowing a bright yellow. She stifled a gasp. "What happened to you John?" She says fear clear on the expression of her face slowly and carefully walking backwards. He gave her an evil smile and walked towards her at the same pace. "This is no longer your friend John. My name is Amandine, Have you ever experience true fear." He said as he lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck. She tried to loosen his grip but couldn't and saw a branch she had an easy reach to. She grabbed the branch and swiftly hit the back of his head as hard as she could making him let go of her and black out. Ayame growled loudly, standing tense and waiting. The fur along her spine stood on end as she watched the two demons that have taken over their human forms. She noticed as Luna changed, that she was bigger than the other wolf, and that Luna's eyes were like the sun and moon. Both completely opposite of each other, but both very beautiful in their own way. She didn't spend much time focused on Luna, because she saw Diamondeiny shift, giving away that she was about to attack. Game jumped, taking most of Diamondeiny's blow to Luna, and growled back, snapping her jaws at the demon. She crouched slightly, watching both demons, and keeping Luna behind herLundavia sighs. She has had to deal with Amandine and Daimondeiny many times before and knew well how to deal with the two of them when they were distracted. Furthermore, she took her sword still in its sheath and hit Daimondeiny in a special spot that would not harm the body but would knock her out and would wake as her normal self. Later did the same to Amandine before he made another move. Wolf girl-taylorAyame growled loudly, standing tense and waiting. The fur along her spine stood on end as she watched the two demons that have taken over their human forms. She noticed as Luna changed, that she was bigger than the other wolf, and that Luna's eyes were like the sun and moon. Both completely opposite of each other, but both very beautiful in their own way. She didn't spend much time focused on Luna, because she saw Diamondeiny shift, giving away that she was about to attack. Game jumped, taking most of Diamondeiny's blow to Luna, and growled back, snapping her jaws at the demon. She crouched slightly, watching both demons, and keeping Luna behind herLundavia sighs. She has had to deal with Amandine and Daimondeiny many times before and knew well how to deal with the two of them when they were distracted. Furthermore, she took her sword still in its sheath and hit Daimondeiny in a special spot that would not harm the body but would knock her out and would wake as her normal self. Later did the same to Amandine before he made another move. Luna looked around and stood next to Game she couldn't believe she took a hit for her. She looked beep into Game's eyes It's ok I got if it's ok she tired to tell he's standing in front of her. She looked at everyone and was a little hurt all this was happening. Furthermore, she lowered her head still able to see everyone. Why ..... Why does Avalon fight? Why can't we just be friends...... she thought to herself.---lullaby_donolullaby walked through the gates of the school that was supposed to be a haven to creatures. She raised her eyebrows at the fight that was going on in front of the school.wow...really...I am not here for even five seconds and there are already fights breaking out... brilliant. She walked towards the battling people really hoping not to get hit, sat down and watched. Time to learn about these creatures around me. Moldavia turned around to face Luna and Game with a wide grin on her face, clearly not taking today's events seriously. "Sorry about that, when their demons come out they can't really control them. Hope you guys aren't hurt or to hurt. I'll assure you both John and Tammy meant no harm, thought I really can't say the same for Amandine and Daimondeiny." She noticed someone she has never seen before sit down and watch them, so she turned to her. "Hiya" she said waving her hand in the air like a complete idiot, then walked towards the newcomer. "Hi there, you must be new. Welcome to In her Dunkelheit Academy, where no matter who you are your still a free. No I'm just kidding. The name's Moldavia, what's yours?" She gave her a kind smile. Lullaby_done noticed someone she has never seen before sit down and watch them, so she turned to her. "Hiya" she said waving her hand in the air like a complete idiot, then walked towards the newcomer. "Hi there, you must be new. Welcome to In her Dunkelheit Academy, where no matter who you are your still a free. No I'm just kidding. The name's Moldavia, what's yours?" She gave her a kind smile. Lullaby raised her eyebrows high at that. This girl Moldavia or something like that, she was like she had just drank 3 cups of grandmas fav coffee...lullaby loved it"hello, my name is lullaby. Do these fights happen often?" she looked over Moldavia's shoulder and looked at the others. "Not if I have anything to say with it." she said trying to keep a straight face. "Then again a few of them can't be helped." She shrugged unfazed. "It's nice to meet you Lullaby, I'm sure you're going to have loads of fun here. I know I do." She said with a grin. She always enjoyed living a carefree life, though when she knew she had to take things seriously she did. That didn't happen very often as she is a very optimistic person and looks at the bright side of practically everything. She looked over towards the others and smiled. She had just met a few of them yet already considered them friends. This year is going to be especially fun heeled, she beamed. Lullaby_done"you seem very...happy Moldavia. Glad to meet you." lullaby stood up and nodded to the other people "nice to meet you all too."lullaby was hoping to find some kind of reprise from everything that was going on in her life. The hunters demons even her parents. Sometimes they never understood.flashback:"lullaby...oh my god lullaby what are you doing!" her mother had walked in as she was levitating to reach something off the top shelf. Lullaby turned to face her mother so fast that she lost her concentration and fell to the ground. "Ow. Mom what do you want?""you can't do that any more lullaby." her mother knelt down next to her daughter and scooped her up in her arms. Beging only 6 years old lullaby couldn't understand why she couldn't use her powers."why mom? Why are you crying""Because i don't want to lose you too." her mom kept crying and hugging her. Lullaby smiled at the faces and waved, maybe this was her chance at a new being.---Wolf girl-taylor"Not if I have anything to say with it." she said trying to keep a straight face. "Then again a few of them can't be helped." She shrugged unfazed. "It's nice to meet you Lullaby, I'm sure you're going to have loads of fun here. I know I do." She said with a grin. She always enjoyed living a carefree life, though when she knew she had to take things seriously she did. That didn't happen very often as she is a very optimistic person and looks at the bright side of practically everything. She looked over towards the others and smiled. She had just met a few of them yet already considered them friends. This year is going to be especially fun heeled, she beamed. Luna looked at the newcomer then at the others, seeing the fight was over she walked around the building and changed back into her human form. She leaned against the wall and thought about what happened as tears fell once more down her face. She fell to the ground hugged her knees and kept crying. Furthermore, she was not one for violence especially after what happened a year ago. Furthermore, she put her hot forehead on her knees trying to be quite so not everyone would hear her crying. These people where her friends and she already cared for them deeply. She shut her eyes tightly sending tears falling fast down her cheeks." Holly! Holly! Wait up!" a 17-year-old called catching up to her befriend. "Hey let's go to our hideout......school was so hard today and I don't want to go home." Holly told her shifting her books in her arms. "Ok, let's go." The girls walked to their secret hideout which was just an empty house right on the edge of town. The girls loved this hideout because nobody they knew was aware it was here so they hangout there a lot, in Luna's old school she was an outcast, they people there could tell she was different and Luna was different she was a wolf in a human body, but Holly became her one and only friend however, Holly was unaware Luna was a wolf and Luna wanted to keep it that way. One night in there secret hideout they saw people approaching there town. Luna went out to get a closer look realizing there was a battle about to start she told Holly to be quite and still, but as hard-headed as Holly was she became she ran out to try to stop them, Luna ran out after her, but it was already to late she heard Holly scream and saw her fall to the ground, she looked around for the men that had done this but they were gone and Holly was dead. Luna took her body back to town and everyone blamed her for Holly's death saying Luna killed her she was shunned by everyone, and so she packed her things and left her town in search of a new town, a new life, a new school, and new friends. Luna lifted her head up resting her chin on her knee. "I'm sorry Holly, I'm sorry I couldn't help you." She said out loud. DontaLundavia scurried out the door after some noise was heard outside, leaving Matt and Mia to finish their cake. After eating what he thought was a slice of Heaven itself, his shyness had all been forgotten." So, want to go see what's going on out there?" Mia asked. Matt nodded and was dragged out by his hand, forgetting his wings were still visible. He stood on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, watching the events unfold before him. Inner demons. Not a great thing to have latched to your soul, but sometimes it can't be helped. Mia stood beside him as she watched the Elf dispatch the two, leaving Luna sort of traumatized." Maybe we should help." Mia said. Matt nodded and stepped forward in front of a new girl he didn't know, who seemed to be looking on without noticing him. Mia walked up to Luna to console her, while Matt walked up to Game who had taken a hit, and knelt beside her as she sat on the ground." Rough first day, eh?" he said with a smile, still not caring that his wings were visible. Holding out a hand, it began to glow with a warm yellow light, healing her of the injury she had received in the fight. It only took a moment, then he stood, holding out a hand to help her up, "I'm Matt." Mia knelt beside Luna as she cried, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder." There there, It's okay." Mia said softly..." I'm sorry Holly, I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Luna said. Mia was taken aback by this, but brushed it off, assuming that the other wolf was named Holly. Mia smiled and patted her shoulder." It's fine now! Matt just fixed Holly up. See she's as good as new!" Mia said.---Wolf girl-taylorMia knelt beside Luna as she cried, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder." There there, It's okay." Mia said softly..." I'm sorry Holly, I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Luna said. Mia was taken aback by this, but brushed it off, assuming that the other wolf was named Holly. Mia smiled and patted her shoulder." It's fine now! Matt just fixed Holly up. See she's as good as new!" Mia said. Luna looked at Mia eyes shinning with tears. "How.......how is that possible....." She said quietly. "Holly..... Holly's dead. She's never coming back." she said before she could stop herself. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes focusing her breathing, trying to get her emotions under control again." I'm sorry Mia, I'm not a fan for fighting I usually don't fight unless I'm protecting others even then I try to talk them down. Fighting for me has dark memories." I also usually don't change into my wolf form either..... I guess it's going to change." She sighed and looked at Mia again." Have you ever had someone that was like your other half?" Luna paused "Like...... you were meet to be friends?" she started knowing she sounded crazy, but wanted to know. She hasn't talked about Holly's death to anyone since she died, she kept all her emotions hidden inside. "But them you watched them die....."---chipmunkAyame took a deep breath and relaxed as she watched the two demons slumped to the ground, unconscious. She looked over at Luna, and watched her run off. She growled lightly and took off after her. Furthermore, she slowed as she saw Luna change into her human form, and slowly walked towards her, barking lightly at her. Then she heard footsteps coming towards her and turned quickly, growling at Matt. She sniffed lightly, and stopped growling, and changed back to her human form, laying on the ground, holding her side slightly. She watched him heal her side and let go, looking down at it, then back at him. "Thanks." she replied quietly, taking his hand and standing up. "Yeah, well, I've had worst first days." she sighed, then skilled lightly. "My name's Game, and the other form is Sister Wolf." She bit her lip lightly, wondering why she felt the need to tell this stranger her other self's name. She had never once told anyone. Game looked at his wings and smiled slightly. "Angel, huh?"---CardS As everything around her keeps happening Daimondeiny grabs Amandine and whispers very slowly "We did it. We got what we wanted Amandine" And flies away with the speed of lighting taking Amandine, as her eyes kept glowing orange... Suddenly they get to a safe place where the sun is rising and Tammy slowly turns back into her normal form...---Rods Amandine also turns back into John, John realizes that he can stay clearly on his sciences as every transformation has been. But this time feeling the total pain that Amandine received. "GOD HELP ME!!" He screams as his body rages in pain. He faints next to Tammy, and they stay unmovable apart from total society.---Wolf girl-taylorAyame took a deep breath and relaxed as she watched the two demons slumped to the ground, unconscious. She looked over at Luna, and watched her run off. She growled lightly and took off after her. Furthermore, she slowed as she saw Luna change into her human form, and slowly walked towards her, barking lightly at her Luna gets up slowly and walks over to Game tears stopping, but eyes still red and puffy. "Thanks for protecting me, I used to be the protector my old group until I couldn't protect my best friend. I left the town and have been on my own, so I know nobody I care about will die because of me. She told her. She gave her quick hug. 'Thank you again."---lullaby_donolullaby gave up on watching the people. It was obvious that they had a lot of drama in their lives, and she had plenty and didn't want and/or need more. If they wanted to talk about it great but she wasn't going to offer anything. She admired the deanery and the sky, she eventually just laid back using her backpack as a pillow and eventually fell asleep."mom? Where are you? You'll never believe what happened at school today..." as she entered my house I noticed something wasn't quite right. Nothing seemed out of place, but it seemed dark."mom?...are you home? Mom!" she went room to room before finally ending in the living room. There was a man in a dark jacket with the hood pulled over his head. He had her mom and was pulling her off the floor by her hair."oh my god! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY MOM! LET HER GO!" she screamed at the man who whipped around drawing her mom with him. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth." Lullaby run, run fast and don't come back!" the guy slapped her across the face"shut up you eye soar!" he shook her head making her scream." Leaving my MOTHER ALONE!" lullaby ran at the guy landing a punch to his jaw."you little brat!" he let go of her mother and tried to gap for her. But lullaby dodged him and ran into the kitchen and grabbed her flute." You had better leave this place or else." she threatened him"or else what? you're just a little girl." he took a step closer."I warned you..." she placed the flute to her lips and played. She had to reach deep into the men mind to control him but when she finally grabbed his conscious(SP?) and pulled him in she heard this death defying scream...lullaby woke up with a shock. Damn these dreams that continue to haunt me...---Wolf girl-taylorLuna looked over and saw a new girl she walked over pushing her emotions aside. "Hello, she said I'm Luna as you probably saw I am a wolf, I hope that doesn't stop us from being friends." she said with a forced smile, realizing the girl was not wanting to talk she stood back up and started up the stairs, Maybe this was a bad idea......maybe I won't be able to be friends with anyone, maybe that's why Holly died. She thought to herself, God do I hate myself for not being able to help her!! She said as her eyes flashed to her wolf's colors.---lullaby_donolullaby still breathing hard from the nightmare that pledged her dreams like an annoying parasite. The girls eye flashed different colors that priced through her soul like a razor blade through skin."no...I do hope we can be friends...you...*sigh* I am sorry you have to forgive me I am a little shaken..."lullaby took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself. The dream had rattled her harder than she thought. So she leapt to her feet and wrapped her arms around the wolf girl's neck and shuddered."thank you, I am sorry it has just been a long time since I had contact with another being that i just..." memories of her mother came flooding back to her. Breath lullaby... Breath...everything will be okay...breath.lullaby gathered her backpack and turned her back on the girl, no need to drag her into my problems if it seems, and it does, that she has her own problems to handle. Remember lullaby your here to hide not make friends.---Wolf girl-taylorThe fact that she hugged Luna kind of took her by surprise, but she hugged her back, "No need to apologize no harm done. She watched her walk away, and she turned the opposite way walking around the building she was a nice sunny part and sat in the middle she closed her eyes and looked up. "Holly..... Holly I know you can hear me.... Holly I apologize again for your death, I should have tried harder. I promise though I promise one day I'll see you again either you will be back here with me, or I will be up there with you, then Holly we can be best friends again until then this is how we will have to communicate." She said. A light breeze blew she swore she heard Holly's voice say "Luna it's ok, you don't need to blame yourself, we will be friends forever and always remember that....forever and always." the breeze stopped, and she smile "Your right forever and always." She said laying down thinking,---chipmunkWolfgirl-Taylor wrote:Luna gets up slowly and walks over to Game tears stopping, but eyes still red and puffy. "Thanks for protecting me, I used to be the protector my old group until I couldn't protect my best friend. I left the town and have been on my own, so I know nobody I care about will die because of me. She told her. She gave her quick hug. 'Thank you again." Ayame nodded and smiled lightly, hugging her back and grabbing her hand lightly. "Hey, I know I can be hard to deal with most the time, but I'm always here for you if you need me. Promise." she replied lightly. Game yawned and stretched, rubbing her face out of tiredness. ---Ronnawatt smiled as the two wolves got along. He walked up to Mia who seemed distracted by Luna." What's wrong?" Matt asked." No, nothing." she muttered. So far, Mia was the only Human they had seen, and it was making Matt a bit nervous." We should head inside and get our schedules." he said. Mia nodded and followed him inside, looking back at Luna with sadness in her eyes. After picking up their schedules, Matt and Mia found themselves at a crossroads in the hall. One way lead to the boys dorm and the other lead to the females..." Matt..." Mia said, directing her eyes to the floor." Yeah?"" Looks like we're in separate wings." she said." I expected they would separate males and females, yes."" But that means you won be around when I sleep, right?" she asked. Matt turned to look at her, tearing his eyes from his schedule." We'll be in opposite schedules too. I'm on nights, and you're on days." he said." So you won't be there?" she asked, her face flushing slightly. Matt paused for a moment." Oh, I didn't say that..." he said, smiling.---chipmunkAyame sighed and yawned, looking around as everyone split up to do their own things with their friends. She walked back to the tree she was originally sitting at, and picked up her stuff, walking to where she would be rooming at. She walked to the front desk, and got the key for her room, and walked to her room, walking in and setting her stuff down. Furthermore, she looked around the room and sighed. It was bare, no one was staying there, which meant she'd be alone in the room the entire year. She sighed, and began unpacking the on bag that she had. The bag wasn't very big, with only few sets of clothes, and her basic essentials. She sighed and pulled out the one book that she owned, and sat on the bed, looking at it. The book ad been through fire, water, snow, ice, rain, hail, dirt, and mud. She opened the first page, and looked at the worn picture that was inside. It was the last family picture that had been taken when her family was still alive. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as she stared at the picture. Game slowly put the picture on her nightstand, closed the book, and laid down on the bed, curling up on her side as she shivered, shook, and cried silently.---lullaby_donolullaby sat on a tree limb looking out over the school, people were either leaving arriving, crying sleeping or a bit of both. There almost seemed to be more drama here than out in the real world. She wondered bit about how this could be possible.it seems that when you get a bunch of emotionally unstable people in one space drama is going to explode like a bomb. Hmm....wonder who the fuse is going to be. She looked at Luna, the wolf girl, she could have been a good candidate, but as she looked out she saw game leaving to a room, probably the one she will be staying at. A few minutes passed, and she heard the distinct sound of tears.gee, the right thing to do would be to go and see if the poor girl is okay, but...fear of getting to close anyone kept lullaby rooted to the tree. Wolf girl-taylorLuna got up slowly and got the feeling someone was looking at her, not watching her just looking. She looked up at the building and saw nobody, she yawned and stretched and turn around to head into the building. Something caught her eyes, she turned to see a girl, Luna smiled and waved. She walked to the tree. "Hiya, I'm Luna what's your name? Are you new here, I am." She said still smiling. She jumped up and grabbed the lowest limb she could reach. Furthermore, she swung her self and in a matter of seconds she was on the branch next to the girl. "So your in the tree because why?" Ohhhh getting now will be fun!! I can turn into my wolf!! He-he! Luna thought looked at the ground then back at the girl.---lullaby_Donna got up slowly and got the feeling someone was looking at her, not watching her just looking. She looked up at the building and saw nobody, she yawned and stretched and turn around to head into the building. Something caught her eyes, she turned to see a girl, Luna smiled and waved. She walked to the tree. "Hiya, I'm Luna what's your name? Are you new here, I am." She said still smiling. She jumped up and grabbed the lowest limb she could reach. Furthermore, she swung her self and in a matter of seconds she was on the branch next to the girl. "So your in the tree because why?" Ohhhh getting now will be fun!! I can turn into my wolf!! He-he! Luna thought looked at the ground then back at the girl. Lullaby look at the girl in silence. Well at least she is not crying again"I am lullaby. Yes I am new here and I am in a tree because I am a fairy.""what is your excuse."---Wolf girl-taylorlullaby look at the girl in silence. Well at least she is not crying again"I am lullaby. Yes I am new here and I am in a tree because I am a fairy.""what is your excuse." Luna laughed, "Kinda felt like climbing a tree, how many times do you see a wolf in a tree." She said with a wink. She looked at the sky and sighed. "Well it's nice to meet you Lullaby and I hope we can become friends." She said with another smile, her eyes sparkled. "This is gonna be fun!!' Luna said she leaned toward slightly and pushed off the branch into the air, she changed to her wolf form and landed on the ground and turned and looked at Lullaby, then she turned to her human form laughing. "That was fun....shall we go explore the building together?" Luna asked not leaving without her.---lullaby_donolullaby for a moment looked astonished. The girl who acted close to a PXI just jumped out of the tree and morphed into some wolf animals thing ooh so she is a shape-shifter. I wonder what she did to get jar. Or what she is running away from."oh okay." she jumped out of the tree getting the feeling that Luna wasn't going to leave without her. Lullaby momentarily debated in her head weather or not it would be such a good idea to get close to someone. But she had another feeling that Luna could handle herself if those people came back to find her."let's go on an adventure." she landed next to the wolf with the grace that only a fairy could possess."so Luna I am dying to KNO how or why your at this academy." they began walking around as the dawn came up. What a morning.---Wolf girl-taylorLuna waited of Lullaby to get down out of the tree."oh okay." she jumped out of the tree getting the feeling that Luna wasn't going to leave without her. Lullaby momentarily debated in her head weather or not it would be such a good idea to get close to someone. But she had another feeling that Luna could handle herself if those people came back to find her."let's go on an adventure." she landed next to the wolf with the grace that only a fairy could possess. She started to walk toward the building with lullaby and looked at her and waged her tail. As they neared the door Lullaby asked her a question."so Luna I am dying to KNO how or why your at this academy." they began walking around as the dawn came up. What a morning. Luna changed into her human form and sighed. "Well Lullaby it's a long story, but here is the short version of it. I had a best friend Holly who was a normal human, she knew I was a wolf and accepted me for that, we were the best pf friends then when one day people came to our town looked for a wolf well nobody but Holly and my parents knew I was a wolf, so my parents helped me leave and Holly was going to come with me, but they killed my parents and as we were running away they found us and killed Holly, I didn't know what I was support to do, so I just ran and ran and ran and well I ended up here so.....here I am." Luna finished. As they walked into building. "So that's my story, if I may ask what's your story?" They walked up to the circular table with names attacked to the papers. Luna looked around at the papers and found one that said Luna L. "I guess this is mine." she looked at the paper "Room 116 nice." Luna said then looked at Lullaby, "What's your room?" She asked walking back over to her.---lullaby_donolullaby looked at the little piece of paper that was going to tell her where she was going to be staying for the next few years of her life."room 116. Looks like we are going to be roommates."she pocketed to little piece of paper and turned towards Luna. "You said you wanted to know my story. I warn you now it is a long and emotional tale. But if you are willing to listen I will be obliged to tell."she leads the shape-shifter out into the courtyard and down to the dorms. Lullaby retrieved their keys and headed for their room assuming the wolf was following her. She opened the doors to the room. Her first impression of the room was that it was light and airy. Perfect.lullaby took a quick peek into her room. The calling and walls were painted a light blue. And there as a deep green shag carpet on the floor that looked like grass. All the furniture in the room was either an oak or a mahogany. The four-poster bed that was nestled up against the east wall had a green foliage above it making it look like a grouping of trees. There was a set of French doors that opened out into a spacious forest. With white curtains fluttering in the breeze it was perfect for a fairy that didn't like to be cramped up into one place. On the wall opposite the French doors there was the most beautifully painted burial of a forest and an abundance of wild life that practically mirrored the real thing. There was only one word to describe this room. Perfect.lullaby sat Luna down on the couch before starting."I was born a seemingly normal child and had pretty decent upbringing. Since it was only me and my mom time were hard. I didn't always get what I wanted for Christmas, but I never complained because I knew mom was trying. We did do things together though. The zoo and nature center was a frequent thing. Now I understand why I enjoyed those places so much but before t was still a mystery. Right up until my 13th birthday I had a pretty normal life. But after my 13th birthday everything changed. I started to have these abilities, and it scared my mom tremendously. She never came right out and said it, but I could see it in her face every time I used them. I thought they wear cool. I didn't know THT they were going to be dangerous. As I got older mom tried to hide my gift and keep it a secret. She told me that there were people who would try to hurt me because of them. God, I wish I had listened to her. They came at first they were just trying to kidnap me, but soon they were coming on completely lethal. I would fight them off every time and either killed them or sent them running for their money. We never got hurt, but it would be close sometimes. I could see mom slowly start to lose it. She could handle much more of these attacks. She was breaking down. I can't bare to see the strongest woman I have ever known cry her self to sleep every night because of the stress of another attack. So about a month ago I packed my bags and left in the middle of the night. I left a note for her explaining why I left and that I loved her and as soon as these people leave I would come back. I promised that I would finish high school and become someone she could be proud of. So I left and came here to hopefully find some peace for my self and her. And well here I am."lullaby looked into a little kitchen and heard her stomach growl. "Hey can you cook at all?"---Wolf girl-taylorLuna listed to Lullaby's story, seemed like everyone was being attacked for being different. Why was it so bad for being different. That was one thing Luna didn't understand."hey can you cook at all?" Luna smiled, "Well not a lot of food, but let's see what they have. Luna got up and went into the kitchen and looked at the almost empty cab nits. She saw all kinds of women noodles. "Well, hope women noodles sound good because well there is nothing more in here." Luna laughed, "I didn't really bring anything, so I didn't bring any food either." Luna told Lullaby as she filled a pot with water and put it on a burner. She sighed and got a wooden spoon out and put in next to the pot. She watched as it started to get hot, she put the block of noodles in the water and started starring. Furthermore, she put the spoon back down and got out to big bowls and set them on the counter. Furthermore, she looked around the room and smiled. Few minutes later she poured the noodles into both bowls got two shiny silver spoons and gave one bowl to Lullaby and put hers on the little table, Luna wondered if she should tell Lullaby the rest of the story or not, she sighed and smiled at Lullaby.---lullaby_donolullaby looked hungrily at the noodles. It wasn't her navigate, but it would do. She smiled at Luna."I guess it is time for shopping trip huh." lullaby had guessed there was more to lunar story, but she wasn't going to press for information because she would her when she was ready. Lullaby slurped up the rest of the noodles and decided to touch up on a more pressing but lighter subject."so do you know when the classes start around here? And have you seen your room yet? Mines is really cool. OT looks like a forest which of coarse is so fitting I am curious to see if the school formed to you too."lullaby couldn't deny even to her self. She was happy to finally have someone to relate to. Some not normal. Someone who could understand whey she was going through. Although in the back of her mind that little fluttering angel was reminding her that people were out to kill her and that unless she was certain that other people could handle themselves. She had no right to be putting them in danger like this. But lullaby just pushed back into the recesses of her brain because just for a while she wanted to act like a normal 18-year-old and have a friend she could get close too. Oh, how could it possibly go wrong.---Wolf girl-taylor."I guess it is time for shopping trip huh." Luna nodded, taking a bit of her noodles, "Yeah I kinda left everything being except this, Luna tugged at an OLF silver chain, connected was a circle she open it and inside was a picture of a borough light sandy blade hair and bright blue eyes, "That's Holly. This is the only thing I took with me when I left." Luna said as Lullaby looked, the shut it and let hit hang from her neck. She smiled."so do you know when the classes start around here? And have you seen your room yet? Mines is really cool. OT looks like a forest which of coarse is so fitting I am curious to see if the school formed to you too."" Nope. I'm clueless about everything here, should be fun figuring out everything." She said with a smile getting up and washing the bowls then sitting back down. She was happy someone here was nice and talked to her, but she was worried the same thing would happen to Lullaby that happened to Holly, even though Holly was a normal human and Lullaby wasn't Luna couldn't shake that from her mind.---lullaby_donolullaby stood up suddenly and grabbed lunar hand"come on darling we are going shopping with credit card I hijacked of my mom." she reached into her purse and pulled out a platinum credit card."grandpa will cover it for us. So come on, come on. I saw the cutest little shop coming in from town we could try there. I need some new jeans too."lullaby panicked for just a moment. As long as she was in the school she was safe from the people who wanted her dead. But as soon as she took a step off the grounds she was a target and every one around her was in danger. She decided to warn Luna so she knew the risks of going out with her."now Luna there something I should warn you about. The moment I step off the grounds of the school I could be attacked and since you are my friend there is a perfect chance that you will be attacked too. I want you to be aware of this and to know that you may, I have to defend your self. Are you going to be okay with that?"lullaby picked up her bag and placed it in her room and pocketed her keys and her flute. You have to ready for anything right?---dakrajereA tall slender man wandered the halls speaking to himself, his face buried deep in his book. He wore long white robes that had a yellow trim on them. His long silvery hair seemed to sway a bit as he moved gracefully across the floor wearing two sandals which made no sound as his feet made contact with the floor. This grace was short-lived however as his voice echoed lightly in the halls." What are they thinking... Actually hiring me to teach? Seriously... They didn't even tell me what I was teaching..." He stated. He passed by some girls still speaking to himself, "How am I going to teach these kids anything?" he asked himself, still walking with his book covering up his face. Suddenly he pauses in the hallway, screaming out with a feminine voice, "OH GOD! What if I mess up!" He lowers his book revealing a face where tears were streaming down, "Or even worse... What if the students are mean to me!" he added. He seemed to dance in place at his thoughts.---Wolf girl-taylorLuna heard a voice coming from the hallway. "Hang on Lullaby. I hear someone." with that she ran up the stairs and into the hallway of the building. She turned left and almost ran into a new teacher. She skidded to a stop right in front of him. "Um, hello sir. I'm Luna." she said with a smile.---dakrajereWithout warning he screams out, drops to his knees, brings his hands together in what looks like a prayer and bows his head, "Oh God! It Already Started! They're Already Going To Eat Me Alive!" he cried out, his imagination obviously having led him into a strange belief that someone was going to hurt him, "Please don't kill me miss student..." he whimpers out with his prayer hands still held up, entire body shaking wildly.---Wolf girl-taylorLuna looked at him. " Um, I'm not gonna hurt you...." Luna told him helping him back up. 'Well that was odd...' Luna thought to herself. She looked at the man. "Are you ok?" she asked him. Her wolf caught his scent and was a little on edge but nothing to worry about, he seemed nice just a little worried.---dakrajere"Ah! Y-y-yes. I'm just a little um... Shaken and...um..." He looks around quickly, "Where am I?" he asked, "First I was trying to find my office...then I kinda got into reading a little...and...um..." he sighed, "I'm lost again..." he stated bluntly. Lullaby_donolullaby looked out into the hallway, little wary. She had learned to be cautious. But there was Luna just helping this man on his feet. He kinda looked like a pansy, or at least he acted like one. But lullaby noticed with a smile. He was actually scared of Luna. The girl who couldn't hurt a fly."you okay mister? You looked kinda...peckish?" lullaby came to stand by Luna and looked up at the man. He was significantly taller than her but then again every one was taller than I."you kinda remind me of a teacher. Are you one? What do you teach. We are new here, but maybe we could help you find your way there together?" she smiled kindly at the man. Scared of scaring him she raised her eyebrows at Luna before turning her body to let the man pass.---dakrajere"r-really...?" he asks, but before a reply could be given he bursts into tears crying out, "Oh! Thank you! I'm so happy you guys aren't mean!" quickly he wipes the tears off his face and gives a large smile and bows slightly." My name's Are, and I really have no clue why I'm here. One minute I was reading my book, the next someone tackled me into a wall, then I was dragged to some angry person, then that person told me that I have to be a teacher." he says recalling what happened. Then he begins tearing up a little, "But then they told me that the people here weren't normal...and that they could hurt me if they wanted to....and...and..." the man was on the verge of bawling out but quickly regained his composure, wiping his tears away again, "I'm so happy you two are nice!" he says with a smile. Moldavia decided, now alone walking through School hallways, that she would report herself to the school chairman. As she walked through the first door towards the office she took out a small card and pressed it against the far wall of the room. A rectangular shape appeared on the wall, and she placed her hand on top of it. It was actually a censor know only by a small amount of people. As the wall moved to the side she walked in and the wall quickly closed behind her with nothing more than a slight click. She walked through a long corridor and through a door into the chairman's special chamber behind his main office. She walked up to the desk and knelt to the ground on one knee. "I have met most of the new students at the academy but not all, just as you requested master." She said to man on behind the desk that had his back to her. As he turned around and sat on his chair it revealed a very young man that didn't look to be in more than his twenties. He smiled at Moldavia and waved her forward. "Very well done my dear. I've actually hired a new teacher for the Natch building not to long ago while you were out. His name is Are." She stood up and walked up closer to him the desk being the only thing between them. "Have you now master? Would you like me to greet the professor? She asked returning his smile. He stood up and walked around the desk towards Moldavia and put an arm around her body pulling her close to his and his free hand under her chin making her look at him. He leaned down, their faces only inch apart. "I would love it if you showed him to his office, he seems to have lost his way." She nodded, she had a soft pink to her cheeks growing darker as the second passed. He made the inches disappear as he planted his lips to hers. They locked lips for about a minute before he let her go and sat back down on his chair. Lundavia face flushed left the office and went in search for the new teacher. Her face went back to its normal color she walked through the school hallways. The hallways seemed to be deserted, but she knew that it would soon be filled with different types of creatures as the sun was already beginning to set. It never mattered that it was a day off, the Natch students liked to talk to their classmates in their homeroom almost every night. At least those who don't know about the hideout. Where the hell did that Are guy go? I've been through every hallway, classroom, office in this stupid building. She thought to herself already starting to get a little annoyed with the fact she couldn't find him. Just then she saw Luna with a man and another girl, she walked somewhat faster and stopped as she reached them." There you are professor, my name is Moldavia and I will be the one to escort you to your office, which is not too far from her by the way. I'm sorry I did not come to get you earlier I was only just informed of your arrival a moment ago by the chairman." She looked at Luna and the unknown girl. "Shouldn't you be in your dorms by now? It's still early to come into the school and socialize for the two of you. The sun hasn't even set yet. No matter, try not to get into any trouble, okay? Come now professor, let's take you to your office and maybe after that I can show you to your room." She put her hand on his back and gently pushed him forward and with her free hand she waved at the girls. Dakrajere"Ah! Y-yes but ERM..." he was slowly being pushed away. "Sorry girls, I think she wants to take over in the search for my room!" he said trying to turn his head to face them. "Please forgive me, I hope you'll be in my class, it was nice meeting both of you!" he yelled out as the distance increased. He suddenly increased the distance between himself and Moldavia then keeping a steady pace, "Hello, I'm Are. Truly sorry if you were looking for me. I was kinda lost and um... I ran into those two over there... They were really nice to me. So um...from how it sounded...they weren't supposed to be out of their rooms. Please don't be angry with them! They were only trying to help me and um....well...ERM..." He lost track of what he was saying, hand reaching up to rub his chin, "Well....ya....anyway...please don't be angry...with anyone." he said in an apologetic manner while trying to protect the nice girls.---lullaby_donolullaby looked at Luna with an eyebrow raised in complete astonishment."what was that?"she turned away from them and looked down the hallway that was going to let them out into the world of uncertainly."ready for that shopping trip Luna?---Wolf girl-taylorLuna shook her head..." It's a wolf thing." She looked down the hallway and sighed. She looked at Lullaby and smiled, 'I sure am!" She double-checked to make sure she had her room key. She smiled at her as they walked toward the doors and onto the campus grounds. Furthermore, she took a sigh lent deep breath as they stopped off the school grounds into the dang ours of the world...---lullaby_donolullaby stood at the door that was going to take them off the grounds of the school and quiet literally a war zone. It paralyzed her. She spent days-weeks trying to find the place she was in now. Why did she want to leave? It was something she could not fathom."Luna I am scared." scared of all the things in the unknown. Scared of beginning hurt and getting hurt. She didn't want anything to happen to Luna. How could she live with herself if something did happen.---Wolf girl-taylorLuna pulled Lullaby closer to her and smiled, "Don't worry. I won't anyone hurt you." She said with a smile. She started walking again and nothing bad happened so far. Furthermore, she really didn't care if something happened to her, she already lost Holly, her only friend in her old town so she really didn't care. It was a nice spring morning and Moldavia set out into the forest behind the school building with her favorite book. As she entered the underground hiding place she set down her book on one of the tables there. She decided to pick the place up a bit and took a broom and mop to clean. The hiding spot where both the Tag and the Yacht students meet out of the close supervision the teachers provided whenever they saw a Tag and Yacht student together easy to Identify as the Tag students where required to wear a special wristband that was not removable unless by the principal herself.seriously if it wanna™t for the fact that this place has no windows nobody would even notice Ital™s underground.a She said to herself as she set down the mop. She took a seat on her favorite chair with her book and began to read while she waited for her fellow friends and classmates to come, that is if they came. There were times when people were to busy to come and or got themselves in trouble with a teacher. Sometimes people would get into arguments and not come just to not face the person they got in the argument with. Either way it was an unexpected free day and no one had any real plans for coming today. Donna"Why did you want to attend a school like this again?" Matt asked as they strode through the forest, "You know that anyone or anything can attend here, right?"" That's exactly why, Matt. We can attend a school together, and you can go without hiding who and what you are!" Mia said with a wink. Matt sighed." But we're in separate classes. I go at night, and you go during the day." he said, "We're not really 'together'."" We're always together Matt. I know you'll be there during the day too. At least at night here you'll have something to do besides watch me sleep." Matt paused for a moment, stopping in the middle of the path, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie." You make me sound like a stalker or something." he said. Mia giggled and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward." Come on, you're not that bad." she said, "We're almost there." They arrived at the entrance to the underground common area. It was a way into the forest, so the teachers couldn't find it, but as they hesitated at the door, Matt put a hand on Mia's shoulder." You sure about this?" he asked, "There could be anything in there. There's a reason the Teachers split Humans from the rest."" I'm not worried, Matt." she said, "I, at least, have a guardian Angel watching over me." with a giggle, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, seeing a woman inside cleaning the place. Mia eyed her pointed ears but only hesitated for a moment before smiling and stepping up to help her, "Hi, I'm Mia!" Behind her, Matt closed the door as he stepped through and grinned. He lowered his hood and went to the kitchen, putting the coffee pot on as he was expecting several people to show up. The kitchen was rather small, so he had to be careful not to knock anything over with his invisible wings behind him. His movements were rather suspicious, but he tried his best to act normally. Moldavia turned around to the sound of a girl™s voice. €œOh hi IAS™m Moldavia, nice to meet you she looked over at the boy in the kitchen, please try and keep the kitchen clean I just finished organizing the place. I Diana™t think a human would be down here so quick, most of them are afraid to come thinking one of the Yacht is going to eat them.a She laughed. Lundavia set down the mop in the closet near her. €œI’m an Elf by the way; you guys could just make yourself at home. The place is pretty big even if it doesn™t look like it is, there are about two bedrooms, three bathrooms, a closet in every room including this one which is wear everyone comes together and sometimes throw a party or two.Ashe sat down on the large couch in the room and motioned for Mia to join her. €œSo how did the two of you find out about thins place? IAS™m going to warn both of you right now, I can be quite strait forward so if I come of kind of rude Dona™t hesitate on telling me. And while IAS™m on the topic, Mia why Dona™t you tell your friend not to be so shy and that he doesn™t have to be so careful around the kitchen. Ital™s not like we have anything valuable in there.a She laughed and gave them both a big happy grin. Ronnawatt turned a slight shade of pink as he poured the three coffees and cleaned up his mess. Taking the tray to the coffee table, he sat in the middle of the couch, opposite of the girls. Mia smiled and took her cup and sipped it slowly, her eyes closing at the taste." You make the best coffee as always, Matt." she said, "It tastes heavenly!" Matt's face turned a deeper shade of red as he stared down into his cup." Thanks."" Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Mia asked, "Lighten up! Relax! Stop using your magic for once and be proud of who you are!"" Mia, I don't know." he said." Come on, Matt. Moldavia just out right and told us she is an Elf. Why can't you say?" she said, "Come on, you'll feel better." Matt sighed and removed his magic, as his fluffy white wings faded into view behind him, showing the real reason he took the center cushion of the couch. He leaned back, snatching his mug from the table." There." Mia said, satisfied she won an argument, once again, "To answer your question though, Matt can hear really well, and we heard some people talking about it as we came in the front gate. During the day, he scouted around to see exactly where it was, and we came as soon as he picked up enough information." Mia said, then sipped her coffee, "I wouldn't worry about anyone else finding out the same way, though, unless they can go invisible for a really long time." you make the best coffee as always, Matt.a"Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Mia asked, "Lighten up! Relax! Stop using your magic for once and be proud of who you are!"thank you um, Attack Moldavia gives him a smile before picking up the cup and giving the coffee a taste. €œWow this is Goodall Wait did she just say magic? Why would he be using magic? I wonder why he seems so nervous. It canal™t be that¦Moldavia practically chocked at the sight of Matter™s snow-white wings. €œYou’real¦You™re an Angel right? You have such beautiful wings, IAS™ve never seem an Angel up close before. Now I get what Mia was talking about when she told you to stop using magic.a She set™s the cup of coffee down on the coffee table again.ayes this place has been here for a long time. I still remember the story of how someone found the place. Some Tag and Yacht students who have already graduated where walking around the forest and one of them fell down the entrance, They fixed the place up and told as many people they could without getting caught and Ital™s been here ever since.also what brought the two of you to this school anyway? You must have heard of it from someone.a She said as she picked her cup up again and started sipping. Wolf girl-taylorLuna walks around aimlessly lost in her own thoughts, "Yay new school new people new friends! I can't wait to meet someone new!" She thought to herself very excited. Hearing voices she follows them and walks up to them. HI! I'm Luna! Who is a arr you guy? She exlamed. HI! I'm Luna! Who is a arr you guy? She exclaimed. Lundavia looks up at the newcomer. €œHello and welcome Luna Ashe said looking towards her wrists noticing she Diana™t have a wristband, which meant she was a Yacht student. €œI’m Moldavia, you™re-new I presume? Why Dona™t you take a seat and join usage Wolf girl-taylor"Thank you! It's nice to meet you Moldavia. Yeah, I am new here, is there anything I need to know?" Luna asks eyes shinning very bright. "Well there isn't much. This is just a place we come to have fun and interact with new people and so on. Fights are intolerable, and we all have to pitch in on maintaining the hideout." She smiles at Luna kindly. "That's about it, this is a place where everyone can be themselves and be with people they normally wouldn't be able to be with. Oh..." Moldavia stands up and walks toward the biggest wall in the room that was covered in pictures." And everyone at some point takes a picture and puts it up on this wall. Everyone seems to enjoy it and newcomers get to see what some of the people here look like" she says with a wide grin on her face, clearly enjoying herself. Donna"Pictures?" Matt said, his face still a dark red from Moldavia's praise, "I don't know about that."" Matt, stop being so shy!" Mia scolded, setting her tea on the table, "We'll get one together!"" I don't know if I should..." he muttered. Mia giggled and smiled at the newcomer." Hi Luna! I'm Mia and the winged tomato there is my best friend Matt." she said, "I hope we get along well." Moldavia starts to laugh as she walks up to Matt and puts her hand on his shoulder, then looks him in the eyes. "No need to be shy, It's not like we're going to make you model for us half naked. All you have to do is sit pretty, smile and say cheese." she says with a grin." That's unless you say otherwise" Wolf girl-taylorLuna laughed, "I'm sure we will get along wonderfully." she responded smiling. Her smile vanished thinking about what Moldavia said about being yourself here. "I don't think I can ever be myself around anyone" Luna thought to herself, She closed her eyes and sighed looking at the ground. Moldavia saw Luna's frown and walked up to her and gave her a hug. "What's wrong Luna? I don't like seeing people sad. If you ever have a problem or feel all alone you can come to me anytime you need help or company." she said as she stroked Luna's hair." No then why don't you turn that frown upside down, and I'll give you some cake I made myself" She gave her an encouraging smile. Wolf girl-taylorLuna looked at her and half smiled. "Thanks, but it's not really a problem...well not to me at least." she explained as her eyes filled with tears. She blinks a few times and looks up again trying to think of a subject but couldn't. Moldavia wipes her tears dry before they spilled over a smile still on her face. "Well if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything I'm here, Kay? Now then how about that cake' She leads Luna to the couch where Mia was sitting and sits her down. Then she goes into the small kitchen, grabs four plates and takes out a chocolate cake from the fridge. " I hope you all like chocolate cake because it's my specialty" she cuts and serves four slices of cake and puts them on the table. "Enjoy, I know I will" she sits down, picks up her serving and takes a mouth full of cake. "Mmm chocolaty" Wolf girl-taylorLuna took the plate. "Thank you." she said taking a bite. "Very good." Luna told Moldavia taking another bite. Thinking that she may just found some friends she smiled and looked at everyone no as upset as she was. Ronnawatt had one vice. Chocolate. He eyed the cake intently before he realizes he was drooling. With quick hands he grabbed a plate and an instant later a forkful was already in his mouth."Oh, wow." he muttered, the fork still in his mouth, "Elves make good cake." Moldavia watched as Matt stared at the chocolate cake on the table thinking he might not like it, but as soon as he started drooling she knew that wanna™t the case. When he just shoved a mouthful of chocolate cake into his mouth she couldn™t help but to bust out in laughter. €œWell IAS™m glad you like it. It took me some time to learn how to bake one right; I would always end up burning the cake or screw up the icing.”“I learned how to bake in one of the classes here. Of course that™s what this school is all about, learning things just like humans do only the Yacht students have a few more classes that humans may or may not have. . Like archery is one of the classes humans also have but in the Yacht section are a little Moreau¦intense. Thereat™s also this class that teaches you how to exterminate demons and what not. Of course, it all depends on your race or if you want to take those classes. Personally I like classes like that, they add a little excitement into life.a Once she finished talking she took another mouthful with a happy expression on her face hoping it would make Luna feel a little better. chipmunkAyame walked onto the campus, slinging her only bag over one shoulder. She stopped at the edge of the school grounds and opened her mouth slightly, tasting the air, and sniffing out her new territory. Different scents hit her all at once: elf, demon, angel.....and wolf. She made a low, throaty growl at the smell of her own kind, then quickly shook her head, getting rid of any unappealing thoughts that lingered. Ayame took a deep breath and opened, her eyes, readjusting her bag, then began walking once again towards the main building to get her schedule and room. She had to make sure she stayed on her best behavior, for now anyway. RodZDaimondine got out of where ever he was and looks at Moldavia and says "As always. No manners from such a primitive form of life. Powerless against her will, and Feels besides thinking." As his eyes glow yellow and quickly fade out, he gives the table his back and says." If any of you thinks you would enjoy a good fight against me, then be alert for the moment your friend 'John' decides to release his rage again". Amandine Looks Down, Half Smiles. Whispers a giggle, and says "Pathetic". Opens his wings and flies away before he has to turn back into 'John'.-----Wolf girl-taylorAyame walked onto the campus, slinging her only bag over one shoulder. She stopped at the edge of the school grounds and opened her mouth slightly, tasting the air, and sniffing out her new territory. Different scents hit her all at once: elf, demon, angel.....and wolf. She made a low, throaty growl at the smell of her own kind, then quickly shook her head, getting rid of any unappealing thoughts that lingered. Ayame took a deep breath and opened, her eyes, readjusting her bag, then began walking once again towards the main building to get her schedule and room. She had to make sure she stayed on her best behavior, for now anyway. Luna ate the last bite of cake on her plate and caught the scent of another wolf nearby. She was excited, well kinda other wolves where not a fan of her, she would rather befriend other wolves and creatures then fight like most wolves do. She stood up "Thank you for the cake it was very good, but I should go find my schedule and such." She explained putting her empty plate putting it in the sink. Furthermore, she walked away then she stopped turned to them again "Oh, and thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it I hope we can be friends." She said smiling then turned and walked away. She followed the scent of the wolf, she spotted her, "Hi." She said carefully walked toward her. "I'm Luna, who are you?" She said smiling extending a hand out toward her.---RodZDaimondine comes back, but this time turned into 'John'(the true body) and looks at Luna. Then looks at Game. And with no confusion says "Wow you two are the same kind. You'll probably go along. Good luck!" And with a smile due to feeling good for others he retires and leaves them alone so they can know each other.-----CardSCammy walks around disorientated because she has never been there before. She heard that her friend John was in that place, and she was planning on searching for him. "Maybe those two wolves can help me" she whispers. As her shyness is taking over her, she goes to Luna and Game. "Excuse me. Do you know John?" She asks.---chipmunkAyame turned at the scent of the other wolf near her. Her face scrunched in a sneer as she tried to stifle a low growl. Shaking her head slightly, she took the other girl's hand in her own, gently. "Game." she replied as kindly as she could, mentally grimacing at the way her voice sounded cruel as she spoke her own name. "I'm new." she said, trying her hand at sounding gentler than she had before. Ayame's head snapped sideways towards the sound of the male's voice. She narrowed her eyes and said nothing, watching as the demon passed by the two. As she turned her attention back towards Luna, a familiar, yet unfamiliar scent washed over her, and she looked to the girl that walked towards them. She clenched her teeth, and took a small sniff in the air. Once again her eyes narrowed at the familiar smell of demon. "I'm guessing that's the other demon's name." she replied, more of a statement than a question. She sneered and pointed in the direction that he had left. "He went that way." she growled, low in her throat, keeping her eyes on the demon.---Wolf girl-taylorHer face scrunched in a sneer as she tried to stifle a low growl. Shaking her head slightly, she took the other girl's hand in her own, gently. "Game." she replied as kindly as she could, mentally grimacing at the way her voice sounded cruel as she spoke her own name. "I'm new." she said, trying her hand at sounding gentler than she had before. Luna noticed her growl and her eyes flashed to her wolf's colors, but she ignored it. "I’m new here also." She smiled again. Daimondine comes back, but this time turned into 'John'(the true body) and looks at Luna. Then looks at Game. And with no confusion says "Wow you two are the same kind. You'll probably go along. Good luck!" And with a smile due to feeling good for others he retires and leaves them alone so they can know each other. As she turned her attention back towards Luna, a familiar, yet unfamiliar scent washed over her, and she looked to the girl that walked towards them. She clenched her teeth, and took a small sniff in the air. Once again her eyes narrowed at the familiar smell of demon. "I'm guessing that's the other demon's name." she replied, more of a statement than a question. She sneered and pointed in the direction that he had left. "He went that way." she growled, low in her throat, keeping her eyes on the demon She looked at Amandine. "Yes I guess we are." She looked at Game and watched her expression as the demons came around. "Are you ok?" Luna looked a little scared. She wasn't one to growl at another..... this however was a very bad thing. It gets her into a lot of danger a lot of the time.

In der Dunkelheit Academy|rating:4.0

Superhero SexFighting Society (TheVariableX and Torterrable)

(looked down onto the stage from the control booth, and watched her friend get raped. The platinum haired young woman was getting plowed hard while her body was held aloft by her belt and ponytail, and held out for the audience's pleasure. Casey could see the woman had her legs wrapped around the rapists' waist, helping to support herself as he tamed cunt, right there in front of the crowd. Silver Tiara was being fucked right at the front of the stage, and the seated audience members in those choice seats could reach up and tweak her hard nipples, stroke her breasts of even slap her face, and they did so. Apart from the golden belt, all she had left were her high heel sparkly silver boots and a silver tiara, which was her namesake. The man fucking her was impressively large, more so in shoulder width then height. He was also red; not red skinned like an Indian or anything like that, his skin was painted an unnatural red, with extra veins and rage lines drawn on, even beneath his black leather X strapping. The male performer went by the handle Rage. It seemed overly simple, but Casey accepted that it worked. The pairs fucking was fierce and energetic as they approached the big finale, which of course always ended with a big load of cum on the woman's face, just like in real porn. Casey looked at the clock and was satisfied that the pair were managing their time well, though it wasn't her job to keep them on schedule. She'd been in charge of just about everything back when the Superhero Sex Fighting Society had started out, but now that it had grown beyond a few kinky couples and their fans, they'd hired real employees to fill out all the important assignments. Casey's eyes wandered from the performers. The stage looked like a parking garage, with easily moved walls forming the backdrop. A few of the destructible pillars had been punched out by Rage, which was always a nice visual effect. A VW Beetle was the only real car on stage, though a few more cardboard standups were places to add to the illusion. Illusion was a big part of the business, along with the fucking. Casey stroked her neck, feeling unusually warm. She could still see the red spots left on Silver Tiara from Rage's fists. It was more the paint coming off then real bruises, though she would have plenty of those too after the brawl they had. It had been a good one. Silver Tiara wasn't one of the biggest ass kickers among the female performers, but she could hold her own, obviously not against someone twice her size though. After the brawl, which Rage had won decisively, he'd hooked the defeated super heroine up to the battery of the VW and shocked the shit out of her. Casey hadn't been involved in rigging the stunt, but she knew it would have been far more practiced and intricate then it looked. The effect was excellent, and she still could visualize Silver Tiara's big, bronzed, sweaty breasts bouncing with the electric shocks. Watching her fuck the electrified dildo pole, and then lick it clean, had definitely gotten Casey moist. She hadn't felt so excited by the fighting in a long time, and she knew part of that was her fear of what would happen next." Round ends in five," a man announced to those few standing inside the control booth. "Casey you need to get changed. If you're going to pull out, I need to know right now."" No. I'm OK, Tim. I'm going." Casey knew she had to get changed, and she knew she'd been stalling, and now she had less time than she would like. She hurried downstairs, into the hall and then into the ladies change room. Another bruised woman sat naked, nursing her lip with an ice pack. She was all muscles and might, while managing to stay at least relatively feminine. Jenny fought as the Star Spangled Girl, and she'd won her fight tonight. She was a crowd favorite, not because she was the prettiest of the fighters, but because she could really throw the other ladies about like rag dolls, and even convincingly trounce the men. She was being guided towards the championship round this season.(looked up at the taller, far less muscled blonde. Furthermore, she smiles and said, "You should see the other guy."" I did," Casey agreed somberly, though in truth the other guy was actually another female fighter. After their time on stage, Countess Vile had been given a quick once over by the doctor before being placed in one of the fuck racks by the stage, right alongside Freedom Girl and The Black Cat. From up in the control booth Casey had been able to watch as each woman took on a near constant stream of men from the crowd, each happy to fuck the gagged and blindfolded babes before dumping their cum into their open holes." I guess you will be out there tonight, along with Stacy?"" Yep," Casey said, quite obviously nervous about it. She stripped out of her gray suit till she was naked. Stacy, aka Silver Tiara, had the body of a dancer, while Jenny looked every bit the semi-pro mixed martial arts fighter. Casey was ten years older than either of them, and not a match for either one in fitness. She was healthy and active, but she wished she could go spend three months in the gym before she had to get on stage. While her body might have been a little soft, her face was beautiful and her breasts were large and natural. Casey was careful to remove her earrings and her wedding band before grabbing her brand-new costume. She knew it would get torn to bits, but that was the idea. With an aside glance, Casey could see Jenny had a small box beside her with the important scraps of her costume in it. It would be easy enough to patch up, while some of the losers costumes were just easier to make from scratch. Casey made most of the women's' costumes, except for the few who preferred to work on their own. "I'll be last at least, so there is that." With the 'fights' lasting up to an hour, Freedom Girl would have been getting her holes turned out for four hours before Casey would join her, and after that there wouldn't be too long till closing." They usually put new meat up first. I guess you can be thankful for that, though I don't know if Freedom Girl is going to be as happy about it." Jenny pulled the ice pack away from her bruised lip and watched Casey dress in her own slutty costume. "Case, I'm sure you've thought about it a lot, or you would have just stayed back here making our costumes. Just... when it comes to it, just relax. Either you're going to enjoy it or you won't. If you don't like it, then you can bow out, or maybe just not play on train nights."("That's why you don't sign up for many loses?"" Yeah. I don't like cocks, and I don't like being tied up at all. Which kind of makes me the odd bird around here." Casey stood in front of the mirror and checked her costume. White knee-high boots with blunted stiletto heels. She wouldn't be dancing about on her feet, but she was signed up to lose anyway. Her costume consisted mostly of a white one piece Leo that pulled tight into her crotch. Casey tested that she could still pull the crotch aside, or up into her sex. The Leo was sleeveless, and she again made sure the two sides could be pulled in between her large breasts and pinned there. Along with that she wore a dainty white mask, and far sturdier looking white elbow length gloves, for punching and taking hits on. All in all it was far from her best work, but she'd only decided to volunteer yesterday after two of the fighters eloped out of the blue." How do I look?" Casey asked the veteran fighter." Like a dumb bimbo bitch who is about to get beaten and raped, but hot though."" Thanks, I was going for hot," Casey laughed. Casey walked carefully to the rear of the stage, and she could tell the fight had just finished. Most of the men and women who got on stage at Superhero Sex Fighting had backgrounds in porn or wrestling, while the 33-year-old mother of two had only an MBA and a sewing machine. She'd started the company with her husband, and it had come a long way in five years. This would be the first time she was suiting up and putting her ass on the line. Tonight, the CEO Casey Manning would become... Virtue Woman! (shows were getting crazier and crazier, it seemed. From a small and seemingly niche idea had come this absolutely amazing superhero villain sex show enterprise, complete with scripts, props, stages, and impressive-as-hell tech to go with it. Five years ago, Jack would have never imagined using electricity while fucking one of the others he got together with. Now, he had used it three times in the past, and had it used on him once. Not quite to his taste, but the crowd had loved it when Electra shoved her electrified dildo into Shade’s ass. He was old hat at this, but though he had been coming here biweekly for the last seven years, there was no shortage of new things to see. Granted, much of the time he could predict who won simply by seeing how they walked into the ring, but it was still arousing. He was in costume now, as Shade, the psionic evil mastermind. A black tank top stretched over his well-defined chest, and a trench coat covered that. It seemed ridiculous to him that he had to wear shoes, black dress shoes, no less, when he was wearing nothing else from the waist down, but he didn’t question it. The trench coat was buttoned only at the top, leaving the rest of the long garment open to reveal his stiff erection. He watched the match fondly. Rage, real name Kyle, was a good friend he had met here, a drinking buddy now, though after the match, Jack had no doubt he just wanted to wash off and sleep. Pink Tiara had only been here a few months, but had gone into the business with crazy passion, as evidenced by her willingness to do everything on stage. She had been the first one to raise her hand to be pissed on by Acrid, and had been the epitome of a crowd pleasure when she actually defeated the Juggernaut twins, forcing one busty woman to rim her ass while the other bore the brunt of a musky and copious squirt. Even when taken down and bound for the crowd to enjoy, Pink Tiara was a maelstrom of incredibly sexy passion. The actors were meant to enjoy the act, of course, but perhaps she liked it a little too much. Her nipples were always rock hard, and she seemed to punish herself on stage, brutally riding toys and taking more impact from the punches and kicks than she had to. She always loved to fuck close to the crowd, too, so they could see her eyes rolling as she gripped the side of the ring, her pussy visibly dripping a puddle onto the floor. Though her back had already been forced into an arch by Rage’s hands, Pink Tiara arched her back even more, her buttocks rippling against the force of the threats, her breasts bouncing up and down faster now. “C-c-c-cummmiiinnnnng!!!!” The drawn out word drove the crowd absolutely wild, even more so when they saw her arms spasm and fall off the ringside ropes. Despite Rage’s rigid cock plunging deep into her, the woman’s powerful orgasm sent a stream of clear fem cum pattering onto the ground, adding to the puddle that was already there. Rage pulled out before she was finished, letting the crowd see the torrent of precut spraying onto the ground before he let go off her belt and hair.(girl managed to land on her knees, swaying a little from her orgasm and faked nakedness. Her mouth was open in the perfect way for when Rage grabbed her head and thrust his cock deep inside. The gagging sounds she made echoed attractively around the arena, and it wasn’t long before he pulled out. The first cum shot had been in her mouth, and it leaked out from between her lips now as the second, third, and fourth marked Rage’s victory all over the girl’s face and large chest. Pink Tiara kept up her attractively fucked-brainless façade, her hands reaching up to smear the sperm over her body and face before she stared at her fingers as if wondering how she had just lost.(lasted a few moments more before the lights dimmed. Rage walked off the stage by himself, and a few of the cleaner crew helped Pink Tiara stand and go off to be hosed down before being a toy for the rest of the night. She was understandably reluctant; her body now mostly satisfied, she still had to keep nice and lubed for the crowd to run themselves senseless in all her holes. Still, it paid ridiculously well to be in this business.“Hey man!” Jack grinned as he stood. They might have hugged except that Rage’s powdery paint was beginning to flake off more. “You had fun?”“You’ve got to try Elisa sometime. She is crazy up there… I mean crazy!” The men shared a quiet laugh as the sound of cleaning went on in the arena above. “Hey, I heard you have a newbie? Not just any newbie…the boss herself?” Jack nodded. “Yeah…she’s a bit nervous. Guess that’s why they asked for me, huh?” Shade’s psionic powers gave him an excuse to avoid hitting his opponent if need be, so long as she went with the flow of the show. It was helpful to welcome newbies in and teach them the ropes of the serious improvisation that went on in the ring. It was also great when it made the Lioness, in one of her rare losses, fuck herself silly with the dildo in her costume’s tail before Shade even touched her with his cock. Kyle looked like he wanted to clap Jack on the back but couldn’t. “Good luck…don’t hold back too much. She may be the boss, but she’s been in the business a while… I’m guessing she’d fire you for being too gentle more than too rough.”“No chance of that. Go home and have a beer, get some rest. You deserve it.” With that, the two men parted, Kyle heading into the locker rooms to get washed and dressed while Jack made his way to the arena. The lights came on again. The arena’s scene changed from event to event, but it would be too much work to do it for each fight. The various strippers who had gotten up to dance on the poles set up on platforms around the stage quickly got off, a little richer. The announcer, an excitable young Asian man with a very loud voice, spoke into the microphone. “Pink Tiara is down in the Fuck Pits now, waiting for your seed!” The spotlights turned to focus on the woman standing with her arms and head in the stocks. She wiggled her butt enticingly, the closed entrance to her fuck pit already very crammed with men. The voice rang out again. “Next up we have Shade, an old favorite!” Jack grinned as he raised both his hands, waving at the crowd as he strode into the arena. “Up against our psionic powerhouse is… Virtue Woman! A newcomer, but don’t let her white costume fool you, for she fights dirty!” Kyle, now Shade, took on a menacing position, legs spread a little, hands half-clawed at his sides. His eyes rose from the ground up, taking in a glance at his stiff, leaking cock. Damn, Rage had been good at what he did…“Who will win? Our paragon of virtue, or our depraved psychic master? We’ll see…BEGIN!” Shade, as he usually did first thing into a game, strode forward swiftly and thrust one open-handed palm out at his opponent, conjuring up an imaginary psychic shove in her direction. It was a warm-up, a foreplay at most; he had to work himself into character and make sure he didn’t try to do anything that would compromise the scene, such as accidentally pushing directly at a prop. (Woman stood with her fists on her lovely hips, where the flesh was exposed by the race cut of the one piece white leotard, posing for the hooting and hollering crowd. She'd been up on stage plenty of times before, but that had almost always been as she made some important announcement, or to hand out awards after big matches or at the end of a season. Just twice before she'd actually participated in live events, both times as a bound damsel in distress. One she'd been tied to a chair, and the other time she had been secured to the wall on a big X. Neither time she'd gotten nude, but both times the super villain had taken the opportunity to grope her magnificent breasts. Shade's starting psychic salvo took Casey off guard, and Virtue Woman registered the impact a little later than she should have. The 'attack' hit her in the shoulder and spun her around. The Virtue Woman costume didn't have a cape, which is something Casey would have preferred given more time to make it. As Casey pretended to reel from the assault, she had to be really careful so as not to stumble on her slutty high heels and end up on her ass - too early. When she recovered from the slightly teetering spin, Virtue Woman broke into her first prepared dump." Shade! It's pretty ballsy of you to show your head around here," she shouted, with the appropriate awkward pause to glance down at his big dick. "I'm here to take you down for what you and your men did to Liberty Belle. There is no army of mind controlled Hitchcock here to save you this time. For all that is good I will see your ass in prison, for I am Virtue Woman!" With a great deal of nerves, Virtue Woman grabbed a rope that was incredulously running down to a peg on the back wall, as if the parking garage was some sort of pirate ship. As soon as she grabbed the rope, she could feel the tension on the other end, and then with two long steps and a jump, Casey hurled herself into the air on a long swing across the stage. She focused most of her efforts into holding on, but still she managed to deliver a reasonable double kick to the super villain's chest. The points of her heels were capped with plastic circles to make them less dangerous, but as the experienced performer, Shade would know to move into the blow to reduce his risk. The force of the kick was enough to send Casey back across the stage. When she let go of the rope she was closer to the center of the stage, which was as planned. She stumbled a little on landing, but it wasn't that bad. Virtue Woman adopted her fists on hips' superhero pose again, as she waited for the crowd to die down and for Shade to do his part. As she waited, the CEO glanced down at the fuck pits, and the terribly exposing Gino chair that sat there waiting for her. She was distracted by the sight of her friends and colleagues getting train fucked, but snapped back to task when Shade started talking. Her dialogue was impeccable and Jack had to try not to grin at it. She had really gotten into character well. Surprisingly enough, a lot of times, the action wasn't the issue, but the acting was. Sex, even rough, competitive, show sex came naturally. Pretending to be a superhero did not. Still, Casey was one of the minds who had thought this all up; if not her, then who? Despite her minimal previous stage time, Casey was simply rocking the part of Virtue Woman. New performers didn't usually try any of the prepared stunts on stage, despite repeated briefings. Though they were completely safe and a lot less daunting than they seemed, the fact that they had to be improvised was often too intimidating. Still, Casey had been in the business a while. The crowd loved stunts, and she knew exactly how to cater to the crowd. Jack saw her plan from a mile away, and braced himself accordingly. Perhaps a real fight might have gone differently, but people came here to see choreographed acting, not a real back and forth. When her feet came into contact with his chest, Jack braced so she could kick back, then launched himself backwards. It might have looked like Virtue Woman sent shade sprawling on his back, but in truth, it was mostly his own backwards kick that landed him on his ass. He made sure to lay completely flat for a few moments, and, as she landed, he stood up naturally, brushing himself off with a faked grimace. He caught her glance down at the fuck pits, watching her friends take cock after cock. From the very start of the show, the pits were never empty. Though they were expensive, the chance to fuck one of the girls from the stage was far too much for them to resist. Tickets to the show made up the brunt of the company's revenue; admittance to the fuck pits made up a lot of the rest. "You are a fool to face me here!" he shot back, taking slow steps towards her, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. "You think my Hitchcock did anything against Liberty Belle? I took that cunt down myself...she was begging to be fucked by any man near her by the time I was done. You will be the same, you idealistic bitch!" He thrust an open hand forward again. Most of the time by now, people were grappling and groping, ripping clothes and maybe even exchanging a little suck or thrust in the meantime. With Shade, it was easier to hold back and focus on keeping in character rather than being distracted by close quarters combat. There would have to be some contact soon, but this made it easier for her to fortify herself mentally. His palm was aimed at her waist area, and he made a twisting motion, his fingers curling inwards, while pulling towards him. "Do you feel it now, Virtue Woman?" he hissed. "Do you feel the pleasure your whore friend felt?" He stepped forward. If she chose to "resist" and stay where she was, this brought him close to engaging with her. If she chose to follow with his "psionic" attack and propelled herself forward, this made it so she didn't have to take an unrealistic amount of steps to press herself to his body. ("You think my Hitchcock did anything against Liberty Belle? I took that cunt down myself...she was begging to be fucked by any man near her by the time I was done. You will be the same, you idealistic bitch! Do you feel it now, Virtue Woman? Do you feel the pleasure your whore friend felt?" For a moment, more than a whole second, but not too much longer than that, Casabas Virtue Woman. She was this untested crusader for justice, facing off against a deviant sexual predator, and his words were getting her wet. Even when she returned, and was just Casey again, her pussy only got more damp at the thought of being tamed publicly. She knew some of the other girls enjoyed the beatings they took on stage, but Casey figured she would just have to get through it as best she could. What followed though, that she couldn't lie to herself and say she hadn't fantasized about. He would break her down, and expose her as a slutty bitch to the entire audience, really the entire world, or at least those who felt like seeing that sort of thing. When Shade performed his practiced gesture of summoning and arousal, Casey could almost fool herself into thinking she felt him inside her. She took a step forward, leading with her pelvis as if she was being pulled forward by a probing finger, or reeling in like the catch of the day. After another stiff, mechanical step, Virtue Woman paused. She stood there shaking, and both of her hands slid down to her crotch. She was turned three-quarters to face the bulk of the audience, so they and the cameras got a good look as she pulled the crotch of her tight Leo aside, exposing her freshly shaven cunt on stage for the first time. Furthermore, she started rubbing her clit, obviously and openly, and it hadn't even been her plan before she decided it was; it just felt right. After a few exaggerated rubs, and a loud moan, Virtue Woman shook her head as if to clear away Shade's influence." You won't find me so easily swayed by your petty tricks. I am not some bimbo on her first day out of the Super Academy, I am Virtue Woman, and if you think you can make me your whore then you are welcome to try!" Casey surprised herself with how easily she found the right words as she improvised along with the more experience performer. Her dare was more than just the appropriate bravado, it was like the subtle comment of a lover telling their sexual partner what was working for them. Virtue Woman leapt forward at Shade, and the melee began. The theatrics, stunts and sex were huge draws, but some people came just to watch hot women get beaten, or beat each other. If she didn't take a few punches, some pulled, some less so, then she would face pages of disappointment and hate mail come tomorrow. Casey knew it would be expected that she take the lead in the fight. Shade, the character, wasn't considered a premier brawler, and it would be easier for her to get her punches in before he started knocking her around. A professional like Jenny could take a few belly punches and backhands to the face and still hold it together long enough to lay a convincing beat down on their opponent. Casey and her partner had agreed that they shouldn't expect too much from her after she took her first big hit. Virtue Woman started with a series of high haymakers, both lefts and rights. They were tiring to deliver and trivial to block, but they looked like more of an assault than they really were. Casey wished she could pull off some better kicks, but it was just too risky without more practice. She could hurt either one of them, or just fall on her ass and risk ruining the momentum. Virtue Woman ducked under Shade's first reply, a slow high hit of his own, and she moved in close to do some furious quick pounding of his abs. At that point Casey wasn't even pulling her punches, she just trusted that with her slightly padded gloves, and her partners training, he would weather her attacks with little difficulty. All in all it wasn't much of an attack, and it might disappoint those fans who really enjoyed a bit of martial arts in their sex-theater, but it was a decent effort for a first timer. Casey paused in her attack and raised her arms. She could feel the adrenaline making her arms shake, and she could feel the cool air on her still exposed snatch. Virtue Woman kept her guard up, sliding about a little on her heels, waiting to take her beating. She drew the blood capsule from where it was tucked up against the side of her mouth, and got ready to bite into it. Maybe she should have said something, but she was breathing too hard and couldn't find line. The acting was stunningly convincing. Though he was an old hand at this, he found himself rising naturally to the challenge. It was often hard for many of the actors to get into their parts; though they knew what they were supposed to do, very few actually pushed themselves over the edge into becoming the sexualized superhero. These were professionals, putting on a show. To the outside world, they were superheroes, but in the arena, they made sure to keep everything carefully separate. Clearly, however, Casey was letting the scenario get to her. Jack envied that a little, stepping forward, his cock stiff between his legs. One hand still beckoned at her, behaving as if it were inside her, caressing her inner walls tenderly. His other slid to his exposed erection, wrapping around it and stroking it slowly so precut oozed out the tip. Her dialogue was a sign that the teasing foreplay was over. Perhaps he might be a little more physical, she seemed to suggest. Well, if she didn't want the ease that the faked psionic powers offered, so be it. Swiftly, Jack mentally prepared himself for the onslaught that was to come, but he still managed to look surprised, hands thrown up in front of him, when she attacked. The character shade was known more for keeping his enemies at arm's length and only engaging in the physical when they had been considerably weakened. The crowd gasped, tension driven by hungry lust as they saw the leotard-clad woman throw herself at the larger man. Though the fights were improvised and needed to look like they were real, in all cases, both sides knew to pull their punches. This wasn't MMA; the point was to put on a sexy show, not to actually lay the opponent out flat. The haymakers that Casey chose to throw were a bit hard, but it was to be expected. It was good that they were simple to block and dodge to the side, and he retaliated with a slow one-two punch that looked like he threw heavy weight into it. The first missed, and the second was interrupted as he hardened his abdomen against her sudden, uninhibited assault. Good gods, she didn't hold back! Fortunately, the gloves were padded, and he didn't have to bear with it very long. When she moved back, Shade's practiced mind knew that it was his turn to come in. The fight was mostly over. What physical altercations were left would all be sexual, unlike the spontaneous combat. He launched the left-handed punch he did not make the first time, his wrist twisting awkwardly as he used his non-dominant hand. As the first slammed into her stomach, his other hand snaked up her leg and stabbed two fingers into her cunt. His nails had been cut, and he was careful to spread her lips before plunging inside her. Though it might look rough to the people watching, there was no reason to be a real savage. He shifted his body back to avoid the fake blood he predicted would come spilling out of her mouth. It was an unspoken agreement to use it before the clothes came off; any later might ruin the mood by getting the red liquid all over their bodies. His fingers stroked surprisingly gently inside her even as his wrist tugged her towards him, a question in actions the audience could not see. Was she ready to lose, or did she need a bit more time to recover before the fucking began? That one punch, even thought it was pulled properly and delivered with an offhand, was enough to take the wind out of Virtue Woman. By contrast, she hadn't been pulling her punches at all, except perhaps for the up close and personal pummeling to Shade's stomach. Casey trusted her lack of upper body strength would be enough to keep her partner safe, and she had been aiming to hit nothing of consequence whenever possible. The blow to her stomach was real enough to paint her face with the perfect reaction. She was stopped in her tracks, robbed of breath, and best of all she had that moment of panic when her lungs demanded air and, if only for a moment, none would be forthcoming. The crowd certainly enjoyed the blow, and it was clear that the fight was slipping away from the debut heroine. Casey felt Shade jam his fingers up into her cunt. She'd lubed, ready for the upcoming fucking, but her own natural secretions were rolling down her thighs, so maybe it wouldn't have been necessary after all. Still reeling from the stomach punch (for some reason always a crowd favorite), Virtue Woman grabbed and held onto the villain's hand. She could feel him rubbing her inside, and the sensation made her shiver. Casey's reaction to the punch had been real, at least until she got her wind back. Once she did, she remembered to bite down hard on the blood capsule. It tasted very much like real blood, causing the newbie fighter to gag and spit up a big patch of blood over the white leotard pulled achingly tight over her large tits. Casey took more time to really pull herself together. She'd probably watched more of these fights then just about anyone, and even if this was her first time as a performer, she could read the crowd when she took the time. The crowd was unusually rapt, but they hadn't had enough yet. They craved her humiliating sexual torture and defilement, and while she was sure some would be happy to start that right away, she really felt like the fight had turned, but had not yet reached its big finish. With clenched teeth, Virtue Woman projected as loud as possible, "I can feel you.... inside me.... in my mind. Your thoughts are ... vulgar." Virtue Woman let out a moan, a loud one, which wasn't at all hard to fake with Shade still playing with her. "No!" she screamed. "You're lying. I will never be your whore, not so long as I have the power of Virtue within me." Virtue Woman's arms strained, and she rose up on her toes as she forced Shade's hand down and his fingers out of her body. The music rose up, though it had to be generic hero music as Virtue Woman didn't yet have a soundtrack of her own. The crowd waited with bated breath, wondering if the fight was going back her way. Was this a second wind? Would the hot blonde CEO cock tease them all and emerge victorious and untucked? Shade did his part, to make it look like he was under some sudden strain. Whatever powers Shade possessed, it seemed like Virtue Woman was beginning to overcome them, but even as she won the upper hand, all this time it had been her two arms against just one of his. Casey looked into his eyes for a moment and gave a quick nod. She was ready to be defeated. She couldn't straighten up with still battling Shade's hand, so instead she, raised her chin and turned her head slightly, leaving herself open for a punch, backhand, bitch slap or a choke. Though Shade was the more experienced one at this, it seemed that Casey had taken the lead for the moment, choosing where to guide the scene. He gladly gave it to her. One of the most important things was knowing when to yield control, after all, to make it seem more realistic. He could feel her sticky lubrication mixing in with the preparation; she was wetter than anyone he had fought before. She really was putting herself into this, and he found his cock rising more at the very thought. The blood splattered beautifully well down her leotard, though it rendered the clothing potentially unrecoverable. When she yelled her defiance, he began to withdraw his fingers from her expectantly. It made it easier for his fingers to actually begin to slide out of her, and allowed him to focus more on the intense face he made as Shade fought against Virtue Woman's sudden defiant attack. "You are weak!" he hissed loudly, his own voice echoing under that of Virtue Woman's still ringing in the audience's ears. "If this is all you can do, I think you need to go back to training...or just give up and be my whore!" The slight tilt of her head that exposed her throat accompanied by the preceding nod snapped Shade into action after his dialogue. His other hand shot up to her throat. He knew better than to go for a throat punch; no matter how lightly he did it, the illusion would be broken. Even if Casey mixed the role-playing with reality more than anyone else, something like that might really cause problems. A strike to the face seemed attractive, but Jack felt oddly reluctant to tug his fingers out of her. She was surprisingly tight and so much wetter than he had ever felt before. Instead, he went for the choke, his fingers clamping around either side of her neck and squeezing. He made sure not to actually choke her, or even give her the sensation, as it made it harder to fake the reaction well when one actually felt it. As his hand squeezed her neck, he shoved her backwards, his fingers slamming back into her against her hands. It was good that the ground was soft even though the setting suggested it wasn't. It made dropping Casey flat on her back less difficult, and helped him focus more on his next move. He choked her for a few more moments, letting the audience see her reaction, before his hand reached down to grip the tight cloth covering her breasts. His fingers bunched it together as he pulled the red-stained fabric outwards, hard, hoping it would break easily at the seams as so much of her clothing did. (Casey was forced down onto her back it was clear the fight was over. If she was acting anymore, then she was acting like a woman who was about to be raped, and not like a fighter or a superhero, not anymore. Shade's hand closed carefully about her neck, and Virtue Woman grabbed his strong forearm. She held tight, shaking her arms as if she were trying to fight him off as she gasped and kicked her feet. Her high-heeled boots came almost up to her knees, and she wouldn't have to worry about accidentally kicking one off. Without even needing to point the cutaway out, Shade found it and tore off the front of his bosses' leotard, leaving a distinct jagged hole for her big fat tits to hang free from. Casey knew when the male fighters were comparing the ladies assets, her breasts were universally acknowledged as the best in the game. She'd had a little work done on them, but they were, for all intents and purposes, the real deal. Virtue Woman couldn't emote much at the exposure of her breasts, not while pretending to be choked to death. She would go limp at the signal from Shade, which would be the signal for the stage lights to drop so she could be rigged for the next scene. Shade controlled the pacing, deciding if he wanted to move on to the sexual torture or work her over some more first. Much of the audience enjoyed the struggling of the loser, tastefully done. Shade kept his fingers around her throat longer than strictly necessary as he began to slap her breasts back and forth with his other hand, letting the crowd feast on the way her perfect, natural tits bounced back and forth. Finally, after she had been kicking for a good half minute, his fingers squeezed once, then twice more in erratic beat, the subtle signal for her struggles to slow then cease. As she surrendered her body to his will and control, he tugged the torn leotard down a bit further, to keep it out of the way. She would be like a rag doll now, as it was his time to guide the improvisation. Though the current setting offered all manner of devious devices, as the previous performers had demonstrated, Jack decided to take it easy for now. Frankly, Casey's strength shone through in her natural affinity for the acting and the fetish, and he didn't want to hide that with any variety of bondage toys. Swiftly, he stood and flipped her around. It took him less than a second to recall where the set designers had stashed the handcuffs, and Shade retrieved them with ease. They had been painted radioactive green to represent an element that the heroine, whoever she was, would be weak to; quickly, he snapped it over her wrists. Another trip, not too far away, to not disturb the mood, and he returned with a modified dog collar. The shock had been toned down quite a bit so that the actors on stage would be in no real danger, but it would still deal a nice zing depending on which button of the remote was pressed. Shade slid it around her neck and snapped it shut with a practiced hand. His hand trailed down her backbone and gave her a little prod that was invisible to the audience; it was time to end the unconscious intermission and begin the show again. Casey lay still as her partner slipped off to get things ready. She wasn't playing dead, so she could move a little if she felt the need, and she didn't have to try to stop her breasts from bouncing as she breathed. She could still feel the sting of Shade's slaps, which had to be quite hard to as to produce the proper fleshy sound. As she lay there, Casey remembered the thrilling breast beatings she has seen over the years. Taking a defeated super heroine and strapping her down tight to some device, with her breasts pushed out so that the paying customers might use belts and crops and hands on their vulnerable, exposed tit meat had been played around with in the past. Casey enjoyed watching it, but the crowd preferred more intercourse, and the girls complained bitterly about the bruising. Honestly two or three hours of that sort of treatment was overboard, but you didn't take your ass up on stage at the Superhero Sex Fighting Society unless you were willing to have your breasts worked over from time to time. Casey rolled her head limply and looked at her friends getting their cunts plowed just off-stage. The hard part of the event was over, in her opinion, and from here on Shade would be responsible for more of the performance, and she would become his prop. Casey felt the collar click into place, and then even with her eyes closed she felt the stage lights ride and heard the crowd give a short applause. Back to it. Virtue Woman sat up, doing a good job of looking groggy. She sat on her sit, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, and her tits hanging out of her ruined costume. "Where am I?" she said, in a bit of a cliché. She looked around, not seeing Shade standing downstage. She twisted about as if testing the 'unbreakable' handcuffs, and also giving the crowd a good look at her jiggling boobs. Shade was behind her now, his coat stripped off to reveal a smaller vest just barely covering his shoulders and upper arms. For no particular reason, that outfit seemed to be the most common in pornography and the most arousing to their small female viewer base. Though he was basically naked now, going completely naked was out of the question; it made the superhero-to-villain dynamic less obvious, less powerful, less relevant. Of course, there was always the acting... She woke up just in time, right after the applause ended. Jack watched from the shadows ominously, arms crossed over his chest. He slowly counted to thirty, giving Casey enough time to show off her body and her deliciously weak struggles, before he strode in purposefully. "You're with me, now," Shade hissed triumphantly, the most evil smile he could muster on his face. "Virtue Woman? Don't make me laugh. You should have stuck to small fry...but now you've gone too deep, and there's no way to escape!" A loud, bellowing laugh from the bottom of his lungs echoed through the arena as he turned the collar onto its lowest setting, letting her feel the small shocks running down her body. "What do you have to say for yourself, Virtue Woman?" (would have to turn around to look at Shade properly, and she knew anything that hid her pretty face and her big natural titties wasn't a good idea. Virtue Woman instead sat up straight and just half turned her head, making the conversation look like something out of a soap opera. Virtue Woman kept a still proud look on her face, even though she was naturally blushing now that most of her body was exposed. When the shock came, Casey wasn't prepared for it, even though she had tried it out years ago, back when one of the performers first suggested its use. As a responsible boss, Casey tried to see things from the perspective of her employees, within reason anyway. Virtue Woman screamed, more from the surprise than actual pain, not that it didn't wake her up. Any more shocks on that level wouldn't elicit the same (genuine) response from her, but Casey knew that first setting was mostly just a diagnostic one to test if the collar was working. The real setting would really get her toes curling, maybe even make her break down right on stage. The performers say you can amp up or dampen down pain, as needed for the scene, but you can't just conjure it out of nothing, and nothing looks more real than real screams and tears. Heroically, Virtue Woman got up to her feet. She was wobbly, and clumsy on the slutty high heels. Casey knew she needed to be standing to have one of the shocks send her back down onto her knees. Looking down, she saw her breasts hanging free, and the leotard pulled to one side exposing her crotch for the crowds pleasure. At the rear of the costume, the leotard ran right up between her full ass cheeks, becoming undetectable between her gorgeous cheeks." If you think you can use pain to help breach my undefeatable sense of virtue, you're wrong. I'm still more than a match for your juvenile brain, with its... sex, sex, sex..." Virtue Woman squeezed her thighs together tight, and it wasn't hard at all for Casey to pretend to be feeling some pretty strong arousal. Members of the crowd chanted, "Shock the cunt! Shock the cunt!" to let Shade know they wanted her properly put through her paces. Casey knew she would be getting shocked, but they did try to be more artful than to just have her writhe around the stage in agony for fifteen minutes. She knew the plan was that Shade would use a combination of the pain and his psychic powers to make her do humiliate things. "How dare you!" Shade's voice boomed through the arena again, cutting through the crowd's chants thanks to the microphones hanging subtly down from above. Her dialogue had been top-notch, as to be expected from a woman who had seen every last show the place had to offer, and the way she exposed her body to the crowd, driving them into a ridiculous, nearly frothing frenzy, was quite impressive. He knew it had been a good idea not to restrict her too much. He strode around her slowly, taking his time to allow everyone to savor the moment. "I think about sex all the time? Well, soon enough you'll be the same...come on, Virtue Woman..." As he stood in front of her, cock aimed directly at her huge tits, Shade's eyes met those of Virtue Woman. Before she could tear her gaze away, he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. His face pressed close to hers, and his elbow crushed her breasts into her body as he held her. "Look at me..." He hissed. "Look...you want my body, don't you? You want my cock...you can think of nothing else..." His hand rested on the next level up of the shock collar. The hypnosis wasn't supposed to work; it never did. He used it sparingly enough so that the crowd never realized that it always failed, but it was often the path to a more sexualized way of breaking down his opponent's defenses." Tell me how badly you want to fuck me," he growled, shoving her away from him but staying close in front of her, his impressive chest moving up and down in quick, hard pants. Virtue Woman stood breast to breast with Shade, and her eyes dulled. Her mouth fell open, and her breath came heavy for a moment. Casey was a fan of Shade's over the years, and though he might not be her absolute favorite fighter, she was a mindfuck fangirl. Being objectified and even embodied where turned ONS." I want you to go FUCK YOURSELF!" Virtue woman shouted, and she did her best to use her super-bust to push Shade away. It may not have been the best Virtue Woman line on paper, but it was a most emphatic rejection. "I swear by my virtue, you may torture me or kill me, but you will never turn my into a sex-crazed whore toy." Virtue Woman good a step forward towards the crowd, expecting a painful shock any moment now. Her whole body was tense, and she trembled, waiting to be brought low. The shock came, harder than last time. Shade made sure to stand clear of Virtue Woman as he turned the remote control to a higher power level than before, to not be hit by her thrashing and to allow the crowd to see her collapse. "Really?" he asked rhetorically as he watched her succumb to the electricity going through the collar. "I think at the end of this, you'll have a very different opinion..." He strode forwards as he turned the shock off, grinning down at her fallen form. He reached forward and gripped her hair, dragging her face to his cock. "Smell it, Virtue Woman...you can't deny that you want it so badly right now...stick out your tongue...give it a taste, you big-tit whore!" He reached down with his other hand and grabbed one nipple hard, using it to pull her up even closer to him. Casey didn't have to 'act' when the shock collar kicked in; at best she just had to try to control her descent. The pain was over quickly, but the memory remained. Casey found herself down on her knees and her head snapped back when her partner grabbed a handful of her hair. Normally she enjoyed a bit of hair pulling, and even some light face slapping, but the collar around her neck made it difficult to appreciate things on an erotic level. The show wouldn't be complete unless she got shocked a few more times, and she wasn't looking forward to that. Perhaps worst of all, there remained a widespread belief that the electroplate performed on stage was all bogus. While it was true the super villains would claim to be delivering lethal levels of electricity all the time, it wasn't a walk in the part. One of the reasons they did use real electricity was because you couldn't deliver poor overacting if you really were getting your tits shocked off. Virtue Woman found her face close to Shade's cock, and she played for time, happy to draw things out before her next shock. Her face brushed his toned stomach until his throwing cock ran under her nose. Virtue Woman slowly smelled the length of the cock, looking for a moment like she might suck it. If it had been up to Casey, she figured she would absolutely be sucking that cock rather than getting shocked again, but she knew the audience deserved her to put in a good show. Shaking her head, Virtue Woman pulled as far from Shade as she could while he still held her hair. "You pig! Your little mind games might be able to... make ... lesser women..." Virtue Woman trembled, and as she spoke her broken words, she leaned in to just lick at the side of Shade's cock head, as if she didn't even know she was doing it. "I, Virtue Woman, would never lower myself to oral pleasuring a criminal." Virtue Woman was licking her lips and panting now, clearly tonguing for some cock in her mouth. Having been in the business for quite some time, Jack never knew to simply go with the flow without paying attention to the partners. In the early days, when they had made him sub a few times before they realized that having male submissive episodes were not as well attended, he had experienced the full effects of both having a very receptive DOM and having one who was...less so. There was no competition to who he preferred. From feedback from the female performers, he knew that the electricity was one of their least favorite events. After all, in contrast to what most people wanted to believe, electricity was far from pleasant. Any pleasure derived from the pain and the muscle spasms had to be all mental, and frankly, the people on this stage had enough to think about. He was already going to use the shock collar sparingly, probably only while she misbehaved against his commands, and he could tell she would appreciate it. Shade watched his captured super heroine stare hungrily at the erection, then shout her defiance even as her tongue traced along his cock slit, getting a good taste of his salty musk leaking out there. He smirked so hard his face hurt as he began to guide her face back and forth, pulling her close as her tongue stuck out, then pushed her away when she withdrew it. As he did it, he spoke, to make it seem that this was happening unintentionally for her, due to his manipulation. "Hah...lesser women...your friends all fell for it as soon as they could. They begged to suck my cock, Virtue Woman. They wanted it, they loved it, the little whores..." His voice dropped to a soft, hypnotic tone. "...and so do you now, don't you?" He warned her of his actions with a little shake of her head, his fingers tightening in her hair. When she opened his mouth for him, he suddenly thrust his hips forward and pressed his cock into her mouth, slowly, the bulbous head spreading her lips and entering her supposedly unwilling mouth. "You love sucking cock... You have none of that virtue that you fight so hard for..." At first Virtue Woman fought against the oral rape, but in a helpless and blatantly ineffectual way, as one would expect given the circumstances. Her squirming and resistance slowly melted, until she was freely using her tongue and lips on her fellow performer's cock. Her cocksucking went on for just a minute or two. As the boss, Casey felt a strange obligation to do a good job pleasuring her employee's cock, after he'd done such a good job 'fighting' her. After giving the audience a show, and getting Shade's cock very erect, Virtue Woman suddenly pulled off his member and shook her head, as if coming to her senses all of a sudden. He still had her by her lustrous hair, so the bound and kneeling super heroine wasn't going anywhere. Virtue Woman spat on the stage and said, "You filthy beast. I won't let you sap my power by sullying my virtue." It was a bit of an old-fashioned shtick, but Casey was the oldest of the female performers by a noticeable margin, and some of the other 'super sluts' were younger than her daughter. The way Casey's nipples stuck out prominently on her large breasts really sold how horny the super heroine was, even when the audience couldn't hope to see or feel just how moist her cunt was. Being a sex actor, Jack had many blowjobs before. He tried his best not to judge women on their technique, but sometimes the work of the most famous super heroines was disappointing, to say the least. It was understandable; sucking a man's cock was not the most pleasant of things to do in the world. However, with Casey, he suddenly found nothing to complain about. Sometimes it wasn't about the technique but just about how both sides felt about the deed...and by the gods, it seemed like Casey was having strong feelings. It was a few moments in before Jack realized he had to actually resist cumming, which was a foreign feeling for him on-stage. He tried not to groan and instead tried to look the part of the stone-cold villain even as he pulled her slightly back to prevent her from pushing him over the edge. How did she use her tongue like that? He was almost relieved when dialogue broke the sucking. It took a few moments for him to recover, but that was a few moments more the crowd got to admire her nice rack and body. He spoke in response, the words coming naturally for such a common exchange. Common, yes, cliché, possibly...but it got the crowd. It always got the crowd. "Sully your virtue? I didn't need to do that...you're the one giving in." he growled as he stepped forwards. "Stand up, then, Virtue Woman. Try and stand against me...see if you can keep your hands from your cunt and your body from my cock!" Virtue Woman stood, but she kept her slutty heels close together to make the fighting pose she adopted seem feeble and barely there. Casey's breasts were large enough to keep the leotard trapped between her exposed tits, and she hadn't yet moved to pull the stretchy white material back over her bald cunt. Casey had prepared herself for the public exposure, and she had flirted with the kink a little in the past, but it turned out she didn't feel the way she expected. Casey had expected a powerful urge to cover herself up, but at the moment she was too at the moment. She had the taste of a cock on her lips, and she could still feel the heavy shock collar on her neck. Her heart was pumping, and the idea that she might need to hide her shame was far from her mind. Virtue Woman held her intentional poor pose, breathing heavily as she did. Slowly, her lovely bare thighs turned inwards and began to squeeze slowly together till her knees shook. She could hear audience members screaming out vulgarities like, "Rape the bitch!", and "Shock her again!" Casey's balled fists kept sinking down before rising up to a guard position. She looked like she was barely holding it together, which might have been acting, or not. After a long face off, giving the audience plenty of time to toggle her body and taunt her, Virtue Woman shivered and dropped to her knees. She didn't touch her cunt, as the villain suggested, rather she swiftly jammed two long fingers up inside herself, moaning as she did. Her left hand squeezed into her bountiful tit flesh, and she took a crawling step towards Jack on her knees." This is.... impossible..." It was impressive, to say the least, especially for the first timer. To expose one's body so easily, so openly to the massive crowd was difficult to get over, and it wasn't uncommon to see newcomers unconsciously covering themselves. It could usually be passed off as coyness. On the other hand, here Casey stood, her sexual features emphasized powerfully by her leotard, which was struggling to cover her now that it had been deformed by his hands. The crowd was going wild for the newcomer, and with good reason; she seemed to be going wild as well. Jack knew it would be rather difficult for him to be the one in charge of making sure nothing went too overboard...but maybe that was what she wanted. The face-off had that odd feeling of being both an eternity and an instant. There was obvious tension between Shade and Virtue Woman as they stared at each other. His eyes seemed to flare, and his body turned to face her more completely, as if he was forcing her to take on the full brunt of his energy. Their eyes met as he raped her in his mind, or at least appeared to be doing so. Shade stood as stiff as a statue, unyielding to any of Virtue Woman's pathetic attempts to resist his corrupting influence. The crowd's yells were almost deafening when Casey collapsed to the ground, and Shade took one slow step forward. The glistening tip of his circumcised cock slowly dripped a single glistening strand of sticky precut as he pushed it meaningfully at her face. "Then stop resisting." he commanded as he watched her crawl towards him. "Kiss it." His finger tightened on the control to her shock collar. There would be quite the surprise when she did as he asked... Casey let Shade come over to her, but she did have to shuffle ever so slightly on her knees, so both performers could be facing generally towards the crowd as they worked. With his more than front row seat, Shade would see his partners continued masturbation wasn't evacuated show rubbing to please the crowd; she was thrusting her fingers deep into herself and streaking her tight hole as her thumb ground around about her clit. The super heroine's eyes were dazed and lusty as she bent forward at the waist and raised her head to give the villain's cock a full lipped passionate kiss.

Superhero SexFighting Society (TheVariableX and Torterrable)|rating:2.0

The Doctor and the Vampire (Scaly Maiden and BehindYou)

With the industrial revolution came inconvenience. As more and more people moved to the cities, it became harder for vampires to pick people off in the night. Country roads were empty, but cities had gas lamps and witnesses, pub goers who went stumbling through the streets at all hours. As cities became more organized, people began to pay attention to murders and kidnappings. Bodies that were discovered could be investigated, instead of simply buried and prayed for. It made Darius's job particularly difficult. He was one of the oldest vampires in the clan, and he had brought many fledglings over from the mortal side. As the one who had turned them, it was his job to make sure they were fed, to provide for them when they could not hunt on their own, and help the less experienced members of his flock keep themselves safe. While they did sometimes take advantage of a man stumbling home drunk in the night, too tipsy to remember clearly what happened to him, too many bites on living people could lead to witch hunts and angry mobs tearing through the streets, looking for their nest. A living person might remember where the vampires were, and seek out revenge. Likewise, was too many deaths just as suspect, and could lead the police and the king's forces searching for the killer. Darius had to strike a careful balance between living targets and those who died, and it was a tightrope walk that often left him soured. When he was mortal, he had been a knight, a proud and upstanding man who had fought for the good of his king. He had not shied away from battle and killing, but neither had he reveled in it. As a fledgling, he had gone through a period of bloodlust, as young vampires often did. Now, Darius simply felt regret. He would rather be mortal again, he thought, and avoid the necessity of killing and the risk it brought to him and his family. He decided that killing a single person every few weeks would ultimately be less disastrous than many living targets wandering around, knowing the truth that he and the kin existed. There was a reason they were trying to fade from public consciousness, and fall into folklore. A potential solution to his problem was found when he read in the paper about a doctor from a few cities away was arrested for robbing graves in order to dissect the bodies. For study, the doctor had said when defended himself in court. And suddenly, Darius had a solution, a way to dispose of the bodies that would not bring the burden of investigation down onto him. So it was that one night, in the late hours of the morning, he dragged a body drained of all her blood to the doorstep of the local doctor. Grabbing the knocker, he pounded on the door loudly, before he ran away, leaving the body behind. Darius hid behind a horse cart, watching and waiting until he saw the door open, and the doctor emerge, collecting the body and bringing it inside. A few weeks later, he was back with another one. This time, he didn't bother to stick around to see if the doctor would collect it. He brought another a couple of weeks after that. The bodies were all adults, men and women both, and each one had been drained very efficiently of most of the blood they had. So much that after the doctor dissected them, there was scarcely any clean up that needed to be done. They also all featured a peculiar set of wounds. Multiple bit marks on their necks, many overlapping, so that in some cases the flesh was completely opened and there was no mystery what wound had caused the blood loss. That first night that he discovered the body on his doorstep, Asa didn't think much of it. Writing it off as an isolated incident. Though while taking notes on the state of the body, the puncture wounds on the side of the neck had him frowning in confusion, leaning in closer to get a better look. Bite marks? While strange, he didn't have a ready explanation for it but noted it down anyway. Regardless of relevance, every observation was to be noted. His uncle, who'd raised Asa and his sister until his untimely death, had been a doctor and had given Asa the foundations that lead him to his current vocation. Bite marks aside, it was the lack of blood in the body that gave him pause. A failed experiment in a new method of bloodletting? Or something of a darker nature? A ritualistic killing? With the continuous influx of people into the city, there was always bound to be a few mad ones in the bunch. But while the whole experience had been odd and raised some pressing questions, he noted down the oddities and moved on with the rest of his days. Until another cadaver was dumped at his feet. Same state of having hardly any blood left in the body, the bite marks even more apparent this time around. As the weeks passed and the bodies continued to appear almost like clockwork, it became apparent that there was an unspoken agreement between himself and his faceless benefactor: They would continue to provide him with bodies to study so long as he continued to get rid of the evidence of their crimes. The realization hit him suddenly one night as he was cutting into yet another bloodless corpse. The realization that he was an accomplice to murder. How was he any better than those among his peers who weren't above desecrating sacred ground in the name of science? It was a line Asa couldn't bring himself to cross. Call him superstitious, but no good could come from disturbing the bodies of those already lain to rest. After the third body he should have alerted the police, and the knowledge that he had no intention of doing so, resulted in many restless nights. It was only the hope that for every person that he helped dispose of, his studies would help to save countless more lives, that kept him from wallowing in the guilt. Though some days it was easier to accept than others. Another night, weeks later while dragging yet another body into the dissection room, Asa decided that he wanted to meet his mystery benefactor. And it wasn't all that difficult to narrow down the nights when the bodies were left at his door. Around the times that he expected a delivery, he'd pace restlessly around the parlor after having stared unseeing at what ever book he'd attempted to read to pass the time. Pace, pause thinking that he'd heard something, continue pacing, sit down–leg bouncing with restless energy– back to pacing. Rinse and repeat. His dark hair which would start out with some semblance of order always ended up tousled and disheveled from continuously running his fingers through it. His clothes faired no better and his blue-brown eyes had dark circles underneath from one too many sleepless nights. Until finally the night came when he heard it: The unmistakable sound of someone dragging something heavy across cobblestone. He made a halfhearted attempt to straighten himself up, more concerned on catching the mystery man than his appearance. Asa's plan went no further than wanting to put a face to the faceless one. Which may have added to his loss for words when he finally laid eyes on the man... Well, what now? His mismatched eyes drifted down to the body and finally the silence shattered, "Well, I hope you don't plan on running away and leaving me to deal with this deadweight on my own. As you seem to have the bad habit of doing." Crouching down he hefted up the upper half of the body and with an impulsiveness he thought he'd shed in his adolescence he invited the man inside, not yet wanting him to run off soon after. There was no telling if he'd come back after this. "You'll stay for tea, won't you?–of course you will, it'd be rude not to." Hardly giving the man a chance to answer as he went on, "I don't usually entertain at such an ungodly hour, but for you, I'll make an exception. And I'm sure have something stronger than tea if that's not to your tastes." Darius found the arrangement more than agreeable. He had taken to kidnapping travelers, and keeping them with his family, feeding from them until they eventually died. It was a bit more unpleasant that simply hunting fresh prey every night, but it led to less suspicion thrown around town. He could feed his family of hungry vampires with a few, and dispose of their bodies at the doctor's when they passed away. Of the bodies he left, there was no obvious pattern. Both men and women, seemingly random subjects picked up from the street. They lasted a few weeks while they fed the hungry vampires, so that Asa had a predictable schedule to expect new specimens. It set him nicely for the doctor to catch him in the act. He hadn't been expecting that Asa might want to meet him, and the thought that perhaps he should have been more careful crossed his mind when the front door opened late one Sunday night. Darius always dropped the bodies on nights when fewer people were wandering through the streets. It was easier to keep himself concealed that way. Carrying a body was an obvious thing, and not a simple task to disguise when he had to carry it through the streets on his own. His eyes ran over the doctor's, taking in his features. He looked like he'd been awake for a long time, and Darius guessed that he might have been waiting for this delivery. He was handsome, too, a fact that the vampire had no qualms about thinking. Darius's eyes were gray, the color of the fog that was clinging to the night air. He cut a handsome figure in the eerie lights from the streetlamps, with a square jaw and stubble carpeting it. He had peppery blonde hair, worn short in the current style, and stubble on his face. His clothing looked rather fancy, of high quality, and apart from the slight sweat on his pale skin from the effort of dragging the body, he looked put together. Darius didn't look like a mad ruffian, killing for sport. He wouldn't have stood out in the queen's court if he had the occasion to visit. Asa's question rolled over him without any understanding, until the surprise wore off, and he was able to catch up to what he had said. It seemed the man was inviting him in for a drink, and while it might have been a trap of some kind, Darius knew he could easily defend himself if it came to it. Besides, Asa himself had become an accomplice in these murders, so dutifully accepting the bodies once they didn't do Darius any good anymore. He picked up the legs of the body to help Asa carry it into his home. "Very well," he said. "I suppose a cup of tea, or whatever else you have, wouldn't hurt." He would still want to make a getaway before the sun rose. In part because he'd been delivering a corpse, but the larger factor was keeping himself out of the sun. It wasn't a risk to his life unless he was exposed for several minutes, but he didn't really feel like struggling to get home after sunrise. Asa openly studied the other man as they carried the body through the house. He wasn't at all what Asa had been expecting, nothing like the dark phantom or the crazed mad man that his mind had conjured up over the previous weeks. The man appeared more or less normal. Deceptively so, considering the corpse that they now carried between them...and he had to admit that he was almost disappointed. It'd have been much easier to accept that someone who actually looked the part of a mad man could commit such crimes, but when the man was...as attractive as Darius was– Asa couldn't bring himself to complete that thought. Reaching the end of the hall, Asa pushed against the heavy door that stood half cracked. A few sconces lining the stone walls revealed the dimly lit interior of the dissection room: A postmortem table stood in the center of the room, the shallow channels cut into the table-top led to a drain in the floor. A set of shelves set against the back wall held specimen jars, some empty, some holding various subjects. Standing next to the sink, a table held the scales used for weighing organs along with a carefully arranged set of direction tools. A coat rack holding aprons hung next to a heavy desk that was currently covered with papers and a heavy book that he used to record his observations. Lifting the body on the table, Asa stepped back, smiled at the man, "Asa, Asa Mackenzie." He held out his hand for the man to shake, before he leads the way out of back room, closing the door behind them with a heavy thud. Leading the man to the parlor, which while not brightly lit, had more visibility than the dissection room. The room had a feminine touch to it, with it's scattering of soft seating and floral patterns and more throw pillows than Asa knew what to do with. The marble fireplace which stood cold and empty this time of year, housed a collection of clocks and vases on the mantelpiece. A piano stood in the corner of the room, with a clear view out of one of the two large windows. A pile of books sat stacked haphazardly on one the many chairs and plants which took up any empty corners added some life to the room." I have to admit, you're not at all what I expected." Asa had questions, so many questions, but he gave voice to none of them, busying himself with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, "I suppose I should thank you for the test subjects, they've been very...enlightening." Things were silent between the two men as they grunted with the effort of carrying the corpse. The lack of blood in the body, at least, made it a little lighter than carrying a living person, but it was still a lot of weight. Between the two of them, they got the stiff into the dissection room, and onto the exam table. Some of the corpse's clothing, which was dirty from having been a prisoner for a few weeks, shifted, exposing the throat. Like every corpse before it, this one was carpeted in what look like bite marks and puncture wounds. Not a clean set from a single bit, but almost mangled from repeated abuse of some kind. Once the dead man was safely deposited, Darius took a moment to straighten out his fine clothing and recollect himself. "Darius," He introduced himself, shaking his hand. He didn't give a last name, in part because he didn't want his identity too tied to these killings. It was getting harder and harder as time went on for creatures like him to disguise what they were doing. He could face jail and execution for just fulfilling the basic need of his family to eat. He followed him into the parlor, having little trouble seeing in the dark. Vampires made his eyes much more sensitive to the light, and seeing in the dark was easier for him than it had been when he was mortal. He took in his gentle looking surroundings, and assumed the floral decor might have been the doing of a wife. "You have a lovely home," He said politely, sitting down in the parlor without even being invited. He'd been invited in, and now he would make himself at home. The comment that he wasn't what Asa had expected brought a knowing, tenor toned chuckle from between his lips. "I'm glad you've found a use for them," He added. "I'm happy to help further the scientific cause." That was mostly true, too. With science, he hoped to find a cure to his vampires, and the march of science made fewer and fewer people believe in the idea of monsters like him in the first place. It made it a safer place for him to be, at least in the sense that they were unlikely to encounter angry mobs or vampire hunters. Still, the risk of being discovered for murder kept going up, and Darius wondered if he was simply trading one kind of danger for another. Asa had to know that wasn't his motive for bringing him bodies, though, that was much was obvious. There may have been a shortage of subjects for study, but no one became a serial killer only for that reason. Bodies were not in such short supply that anything as ugly as this was necessary for science alone. Asa knew what would be there and while he may have had weeks to get over the initial shock and repulsion of the more gruesome wounds, it never failed to raise the fine hairs on the back of his neck and this time was no different. The bite marks and puncture wounds still baffled him, and it had come to a point where he was more concerned with the what and less with the why. He was almost afraid to admit that he was starting to believe that whatever had killed these people wasn't…human. Shaking the other man's hand, he briefly wondered exactly what it was that he'd just invited into his house. The thought was a troubling one that he didn't like to entertain but there it sat, dark and looming. He wanted to ask the man outright, but he'd taken enough risks for one night. "Thank you, but it's all my sisters doing." The man's laugh made him smile, but he didn't comment further, handing him a glass of whiskey before taking a seat across from the man. Now that he had the man here he suddenly didn't know what to do with him. So he sipped from the amber liquid in his glass, mismatched eyes watching the blonde man with something akin to subdued curiosity. Now what was a safe topic, something that didn't lead into the danger of Asa asking the man whether he was truly human, or if his current appearance was a mask of sorts, hiding the monster beneath. The suspicion had taken root a few weeks prior and the more he thought on it, the deeper it sank its hooks. But he had no proof, nothing more than a farfetched hunch, and no one he could discuss his findings with that didn't run the risk of incriminating himself. "Have you lived in the city long?" He accepted the whiskey took a small sip, wetting his lips with it and enjoying the flavor. Darius glanced up and met his eyes. He looked perfectly human on the outside, but if Asa awakened his hunger, that mask would fall away to show solid black eyes and long sharp fangs. The vampire was good at keeping himself concealed, however." Yes, and no," He said. "I recently returned with my family, but we used to live here before, a long time ago." Like many vampire clans, his had a rotation. Every few decades they would move somewhere else for a while. They would adopt new names and identities to avoid suspicion. Lately, they had to keep to more and more rural areas so that they could pick off those who lived alone, who would not be missed. But it was getting harder. He and his family were starting to mostly pick up the homeless now, who were less likely to attract the attention of police, but every year it got more difficult as people became more and more organized. It was a hard time to be a vampire. "We've been back in town for about a year now," He added as he sipped at his drink. He wondered what the doctor wanted with him. Light conversation for now, it seemed, but surely that wouldn't last. Maybe he was after specific specimens, or maybe he tired of their arrangement and wanted it to end. He weighed up the possibilities in his mind. It was a terrifying thought that if his suspicions were correct, then there was likely more than one vampire running loose in the city. And how long exactly was a long time? Was Darius the only one or was it his entire family? It was likely that there was more than just the one, if the multiple bite marks were anything to go by. The worst part was the fact that he couldn't exactly ask the man. There was still the possibility that he could be wrong." I imagine it's changed quite a bit since your last time here." he said. "I'd only been a gone a year or two, but it'd still been an interesting surprise." Asa then launched into a detailed explanation of his reason for leaving and returning. It'd never been a question of what he'd be when he grew up and after his uncle's death, he'd wanted to further his studies and with his sister married at the time, there was nothing keeping him here. While he did talk at length about recent studies and discoveries in the medical field he was careful to keep from mentioning his own work. Knowing that he tended to get excited and carried away when talking about his own studies, the last thing he wanted was to slip and reveal his suspicions on the nature of the man's victims. It was the brief glance at the clock over the mantle that told him that'd quite a bit of time had passed, and he hadn't really given the man a chance to get a word in edge wise, or really asked the man anything about himself other than how long he'd been in the city. "I apologize, I tend to get carried away sometimes if I'm not stopped." He had the tendency to rattle on when anxious, and so he focused on draining the contents of his glass to keep from starting up again. "Yes, the city grows quite fast," He said with a nod. He hadn't been here in nearly fourth years, and the difference was striking. Ever since the industrial revolution began, cities seemed to be changing at a galloping pace. He remembered centuries in the past, where things were hardly different decade to decade as they moved along their nomadic route. Now, they had little way to know what they would return to, when they left and came back again in another fifty or hundred years. Darius sat back in his chair with a comfortable posture, as confident as he would be if he owned the home himself as Asa spoke. He was happy to just listen to his (quite literal) partner in crime. It gave him a read of the man, let him see a glimpse of who he was. Someone willing to pour out his heart and soul to a stranger, and a known killer at that. Of course, vampires had a charming quality. He wasn't even sure himself if their charisma was supernatural and simply subtle, or learned over centuries of hunting, but either way he never struggled to charm a human. Even vampire hunters could be swayed by the right words and a pretty face, as he remembered vividly because of his own situation.... he'd been a foolish mortal, distracted from the danger of the bite by a pair of tits. Regret was what he felt when he thought of how he'd been duped out of his humanity. It wasn't always like that, there had been a time after he'd adjusted when he had reveled with his vampire brothers and sisters in their lives. He'd enjoyed the hunt, tormented humans, and loved the depravity of indulgence. He never had been able to entirely silence that part of himself that was an honorable young knight, though, and now, even with the mangled body on the dissection table laying just beyond the open door behind Asa, he found he wanted to be rid of it. As his host finished talking, he gave a patient smile. "I enjoyed listening to you," He said. He glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece and said "It's getting quite late. I really must be going." Sunrise was in 40 minutes, and suddenly he was in a flurry to go even though he'd been perfectly calm all through this meeting. He got to his feet, setting his empty glass aside." I suppose I'll see you in a few weeks?" He said, "Whenever the next one perishes." His words alluded to the prisoners in the basement of his home-not that Asa would know that. He was suddenly striding for the door, in an obvious hurry. "... Yes, a few weeks." Asa said, finding himself confused by the man's sudden hurry. He didn't think much of it other than Darius likely didn't want to be seen when the sun rose to avoid suspicion and someone questioning his reason for being here so late. It wasn't until after he'd seen the man off, his head thumping against the now closed door did he realize/that it registered. What if it was more than just being seen? What if he was afraid of being caught out in the sun? Returning to the dissection room, he studied the cadaver, the pale skin, the...bite marks. A cold chill slithered down his spine as he took in the state of the body for the second time that night, the man's parting words echoing in his head. Once again he found himself questioning his decision to let a killer run loose. What was he doing? Knowing that he couldn't bring himself that night to dissect the body, he headed for his study where he spent the rest of the morning researching before falling asleep at his desk, his head pillowed on a book titled 'Vampires and It's Signs'. The weeks leading up to Darius' nightly visits, Asa spent his mornings and afternoons seeing to his patients and his nights buried in books and any and all written reports he could find that even mentioned vampires. Everything from fiction to records of supposed real-life encounters. Most mentioned the need to consume blood to live though physical descriptions and ways to identify them varied. And while they all had somewhat varying methods for identifying a vampire most didn't vary much in how to kill one: Stake through the heart, decapitation, removing the heart and burning the body...except Asa wasn't looking to kill anyone. Instead, he focused on methods of identification, listing down the least bizarre and ridiculous experiments. He didn't bother with garlic, seeing as he knew someone who was allergic to the bulbous plant and so it wouldn't give him definite results. Though he did find himself buying wolfs-bane, wild rose, and other plants said to ward off the undead...or was it unliving? He dug around in the attic for the absurd amount of crosses of his late uncle that he'd packed away when he'd inherited the house. The most ridiculous thing he did was sprinkling mustard seeds on the roof of the house, and it just so happened that his sister stopped by unannounced that evening, and he'd made up some story about the birds. It was a terrible lie, but he couldn't think of anything else at the moment, short of telling her the truth. Her incredulous expression made it clear that she didn't believe a word of it, but she didn't pry, for which he was glad; the sudden compulsion to tell her his mad theory had been on the tip of his tongue and in no way would that have ended well. In the following weeks, Asa worked discreetly to discover whether his guest was something other than human. Burning wolfs bane, hanging various plants and artifacts around the house made no lick of difference in the other man's behavior. There were no apparent signs of lethargy or discomfort of any kind. No, the man seemed as at ease as the first time Asa had invited him in...which he only realized later the significance of him having given the man an open invitation. With each test failing just as miserably as the last, Asa grew disheartened, questioning his sanity and just how far he was willing to go to confirm his suspicions. If anything it was the continuous trickle of cadavers on his table that kept him from completely giving up on his hare-brained theory and accepting that maybe Darius was just mad and there really was no deeper reasoning behind his killings." We'll take tea in my study tonight, I have reports that need be finished." Asa said one night after they'd finished depositing another body bitten to hell on the dissection table. Stepping out of the room, he left Darius to close the door behind them, not as wary giving the man his back as he'd been in the beginning. He didn't know when it had happened, but he'd caught himself growing comfortable in the other's company, and he didn't know what to make of it, all things considered. Aside from having reports that did need to be written up before the morning, Asa had settled on the study for yet another experiment that he didn't have much hope for, and considering that he didn't have any crosses or crucifixes hung up in any parts of the house that Darius' had been in, he assumed it'd be strange if he suddenly had them everywhere. Darius didn't notice immediately when his new associate began to test him. Once, Asa had offered him tea and served the cream and sugar in silver pots. The vampire took the tea black and made no comment about it. Silver tea utensils were common enough that it didn't occur to that anything might be amiss. But then various herbs and plants began to crop up around the house whenever he was around. After a few visits, Darius caught onto the game. The idea that Asa suspected him was unnerving, but perhaps not unexpected. Doctors were not usually a superstitious sort, but he supposed after examining the bodies, there were few explanations available to him. He always made some excuse to leave, making sure to leave well before the sun came up even if they had been carried away talking. The monster had a charming and genteel atmosphere about him. He was quite bright and quick in a conversation, but beyond that, there was a kind of pull to him. The many manuals and books about vampires warned that they had an inherent charm, something that helped them when they were hunting. Most of the doctor's experiments netted him few results. Darius would occasionally avoid touching silver or going near some of the objects in the house, but he had a way of making it seem natural. He never let his unease show. It became a kind of game to him. He wondered how long he could keep the doctor guessing, and he rather hoped that Asa was pulling his hair out, trying to figure out the truth. On this night, he followed him to the study, finding that he had been looking forward to his visit. He came every 3 or 4 weeks, so regularly that Asa could have set his watch by it. When he announced they would be retiring to the study, Darius smiled pleasantly, "Very well," he said, following him. Of course, the doctor didn't need to have him around if he were busy, but the two of them sitting for tea or brandy together after Darius brought his package had become something of a ritual. He followed him down the hallway and into the study. It was a small, quaint little room, cozy enough, but what he noticed first was that entering the room immediately made his skin feel as if it were burning. It was a sensation he knew well. Vampires, as cursed creatures of the undead, were sensitive to holy power. The magic of belief was one that held true power over him, much more so than most of the other things in Asa' silly books. It didn't have to be Christian iconography that did it, but these days that was the most common kind around. He stopped in the doorway as if he had walked face-first into a brick wall, and forced a broad smile, trying to look at ease. Hie eyes glanced to the side, and he could see a cross hung on the wall, just next to the door. "On the other hand," he said, "If you have reports to finish, perhaps I shouldn't distract you. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome." “Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve just gotten here,” Asa couldn't say if Darius genuinely didn't want to get in the way or if he simply wanted to avoid the room because of the cross, "I could use the distraction," He smiled at the man, before turning his attention to the stack of papers on his desk, sat neatly among the chaos of books and notes. The cross incident did NT give the doctor enough conclusive evidence to confirm his suspicions. Nothing seemed to be having any obvious effect on the other man and Asa was close to accepting defeat. Accepting that his theory was as mad as it seemed, and he needed to put an end to the tests. It was pointless and thus far had proved to be nothing more than a waste of time. But there was still one thing that he hadn’t tried yet, and up until this point had avoided. The vial of holy water that sat untouched on the bookshelf. Asa been avoiding using it on the occasion that he was right, and it negatively affected the other man, but he was out of options, had exhausted his list of tests, and it was the only thing he hadn’t yet tried. Still he was hesitant. What if it worked? What if he caused irreparable damage? He agonized over his decision in the days between Darius’ scheduled visits. Weighed the pros and cons, the possible ramifications if his suspicions were proven correct. And yet it was the only solution that would prove once and for all if his companion was a member of the undead. The uncertainty left him restless which in turn made him irritable, and while he managed to conceal the worst of it when dealing with difficult patients, his sister had started to notice his mood. Asa knew himself well enough to know that if she kept pressing, he would eventually tell her. And that was not something that he could let happen. On the night of, he was even more restless than usual. Sitting still took a great amount of effort and he was uncharacteristically quiet. He tried not to stare too much, to not look overly interested in whether Darius actually touched his glass of brandy which was laced with holy water. Now that the moment was here, Asa didn’t know what to do. He held his untouched glass of brandy, finger tapping rhythmically against the side of the glass. “Would you consider us to be friends, Darius?” He asked suddenly. Apprehension clung to him heavy and oppressive, and he needed to distract himself from it. “It’s strange given…the nature of our association, but I find that I enjoy your company.” Darius didn't budge, didn't attempt to enter the room, the holy symbol creating a force that left him uncomfortable. He was practiced at hiding it, however, putting on a smile. He'd been alive for hundreds of years, and it wasn't the first time he'd had to be around holy artifacts. "No," He insisted, "no, I won't keep you from your work." That evening, he left, refusing to enter the room that was protected by the holy symbol. It was clear now that Asa was testing him, but he didn't imagine it would go as far as it eventually would. He stayed away for longer the next time, in part because the next victim was strong, and didn't perish for some time, and in part because he was putting off going back. Indeed, when he arrived with the corpse to Asa's door, the man had already been dead a day or two, whereas the other stiffs had been fresh. Dutch had preserved the body on ice-something which in and of itself demonstrated he had wealth and means. The man he hauled to the doctor's door was still in perfectly good condition and had not begun to decompose yet, but he was cold and hard, his eyes sunken and clouded. He was quieter than usual as he helped the doctor carry the body into the workroom, wondering if he would comment that Darius had waited this time. Not that it would matter-most doctors had to make due with bodies which had been dead for weeks or even months, a few days was still far fresher than most in the field ever got their specimens. Darius had been spoiling Asa somewhat with so many fresh corpses. They settled in the parlor after, as was usual for them, but there was a decided weight over the two of them. Darius wondered when his luck would run out." Hm?" He was pulled from his thoughts as Asa asked him if they were friends, and it made him put on a charming smile. "Oh, I suppose we are," he said. "You should be careful with me, though." He didn't elaborate on that warning, but there was little need. As far as his associate was concerned, he was a crazed murderer, and there was little in the way of Darius setting sights on him next except that he needed him to dispose of the evidence. But Asa wasn't the only doctor in town. He raised his glass of brandy and said, "To our friendship," before bringing the poisoned liquid to his lips. The touch was immediate-Darius, normally so composed, let out a yelp of pain and dropped the glass. The stout brandy glass cracked and broke, and the remaining drink spilled over the floorboards. He reached up and covered his mouth, feeling a holy burn etch into his skin, like he had taken in acid. His eyes flashed, and he looked up at Asa, and Darius suddenly looked anything but human. A billowing kind of cloud came up inside his eyes, until there was no difference between his pupils, irises and sclera. His eyes were just solid black orbs. When he lowered his hand, his mouth was open, long teeth that were razored sharp could be seen his mouth. Covering his lips where they had touched the drink were blisters from the burn. Darius wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket, trying desperately to wipe away the liquid, but the damage had already been done. Asa hadn’t been sure whether Darius had finally caught onto what he was doing and that was the reason that he'd not come sooner or whether there was something else. Either way, he didn't mention it when the man finally did come. He didn't comment on the man's prolonged absence or the state of the body. A part of him was just glad that Darius hadn't decided end their arrangement. Yet, there was no denying that it’d most likely have been better if the man had stayed away, indefinitely. His thinly veiled warning only reaffirming what Asa already knew. Watching Darius bring the glass to his lips, Asa bit down on the sudden compulsion to stop him. To warn him. But it was too late for that now. The man’s yelp of pain sending a shock of ice down his spine. The shattered glass and it’s spilled contents already forgotten. He didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this. This was…he didn’t have the words to explain, describe the visceral, soul deep fear that kept him frozen in his seat, fingers tightening around his own glass as he stared wide-eyed at the creature in front of him. Staring into demonic black of the man's eyes, he found he couldn't look away. Didn't dare to try, even as he fell untethered through a dark pit of a nothingness so bleak, so cold, so all-consuming that he feared he'd never reach the bottom. Looking away, he couldn't do. One did not just turn their back on a cornered beast. He’d been right. His theory finally proven. But, there was no sense of accomplishment, no satisfaction in finally uncovering the truth. Just a tightening in his gut that were equal parts fear and guilt. He'd been aware that were his suspicions correct, his test would most likely cause some level of discomfort, pain even. Seeing now the results of his curiosity: The damage, pain, he'd caused in his pursuit of answers left him shaken. He needed to fix it. Needed to make it right. But all he could see, think about, were those teeth, fangs. Perfect for ripping throats open, inflicting irreparable damage. He did not want to be on the end of them. Did not want to consider the pain they would bring. And yet he couldn't see an outcome where he came out of this alive, unscathed. Not only had he forced Darius to reveal his true self, he'd hurt the man in the process. It didn't matter how guilty, apologetic he may feel. He'd likely broken what little trust there was between the two of them. Something that should have been less important given the predicament he now found himself in. “I wasn’t…didn’t.the.this isn’t…” His voice came out a rough whisper as he tripped and stumbled over his words, trying and failing to put his thoughts into some sense of coherence. He should have called off these visits long ago, when he first suspected that Asa was testing him. Darius, however, had always enjoyed a certain amount of risk. It was what had drawn him into knighthood as a human, what had gotten him infected with Vampires, and what had kept him in Asa's orbit even when he knew the man was trying to expose him. It always came back to bite him, and it had now with the holy water that marred his skin. For a moment, he was too concerned with his blistered flesh to be a threat to the doctor in front of him. It would heal naturally over the course of a few days, but it would be painful first. The vain side of him was rankled-blisters were hardly attractive, and those around his mouth couldn't be disguised. He took a few deep, controlled breaths until the burning died down to a level that he could ignore. He heard the doctor sputtering, attempting to form some excuse that couldn't be made. His actions were deliberate, and nothing he could say would hide that fact. For a moment, Darius felt the sting of betrayal, but it didn't last long. He was used to humans being violent toward him, and he could hardly blame them. When he'd been mortal, he had been one of the worst of them all, zealous against the creatures he saw as demons. When his wits had returned, Darius took the only action he felt that he could, to attempt to control the potentially devastating damage this situation could do to his life and family. Without disguising his features as human, he got to his feet and crossed the small amount of floor between them. There was a crunch as he stepped on the glass from the shattered tumbler. He leaned over the human sitting in shock in the other chair, his arm shooting out to grab the back of it and cage him in. The vampire's blackened eyes stared deeply into Asa's, his imposing figure only highlighted by the blisters on his face. Normally he was so relaxed and non-threatening, but now his friend was seeing what so many others had seen just before meeting their unfortunate end." Doctor," he said, his tone strained but not angry, and his volume perfectly reasonable for the short distance between them, "If you turn on me, our arrangement will have to come to an end. Permanently. Do you understand?" He couldn't break away from Asa's company now, not when he had to keep an eye on the man, but he needed to make it clear that death was the only thing awaiting him, should he choose to betray him. He knew where Asa lived, knew his home intimately, and was good at getting in and out of it unseen. There was nothing to stop him from doing what he felt would be necessary to protect himself and his family. Darius straightened back up once the threat was made, so that his friend was no longer caged into his chair by the vampire's imposing presence. "I have many hungry mouths to feed, and my family's safety comes before any friendship." Everything Asa thought he knew had just been turned on its head. He didn't know. Didn’t know anything. Didn't know what to do with himself, and he could only lean back in his chair in a futile attempt to put space between himself and the man...monster standing over him. So this is what it was like. Staring into the eyes of death. The sharp reminder of his own mortality cold and merciless. It took him longer than he wanted for his mind to catch up with the man’s words he could only manage a wordless nod to indicate that he understood. Understood perfectly well what would no doubt happen to him if he ever dared to let slip what he now knew. As if he would even consider telling someone, anyone what it was he'd discovered. He'd never intended to...to make use of the information he now had. This was his secret to bare, to the grave no doubt. He'd brought this on himself, and he would have to live with the consequences. Come what may. A harsh breath rushed past Asa’s lips as soon as Darius stepped away and with a trembling hand, he turned up his glass of brandy still in his hand before placing the empty tumbler on the table with a heavy thunk. Feeling both and cold as he set his jaw in attempt to keep his teeth from chattering. Sliding out of his seat, he knelt down, mindless of the liquid seeping into the knees of his pants as he picked up the shattered pieces of glass. Taking his time, so as not to accidentally cut himself. He was extra mindful of this given what he now knew. Having gathered most of the larger pieces, he looked to Darius, hesitant, but speaking nonetheless, "I may have something for the blister…" he trailed off, eyebrows drawing down as a thought occurred to him, "I don't know how useful it will be, given the nature of..." he waved a hand in Darius’ direction. Darius stepped back, allowing him his personal space, and watched as that trembling hand drained the brandy from his glass. He could see the terror and shock still written on him, but it seemed that his message had gotten through. His eyes faded slowly back to normal, and his teeth seemed to fade and vanish too, until he looked like the well-dressed man that Asa had been entertaining- although the blisters on his face remained. Hunter's eyes watched as Asa knelt down to clean up the broken glass carefully and methodically. He chose to take a few steps forward, to the mirror that hung on the wall of the parlor, and inspect the damage done to his face. He was a frightening sight with those sores, and he pulled a displeased face as the vain side of himself picked at the new appearance. They would heal in time, but for now, he found that they marred him. Blisters were hardly attractive, and with them concentrated around his mouth, it made him look diseased. He heard the mumbled offer to fetch something to treat them, and Darius, nodded and without turning to look at him said, "It's worth a try. Some salve would be nice." If nothing else, it would ease the pain and discomfort that they caused. As far as helping him heal, well.... vampires healed quickly. There was little need to worry, these marks would clear up in a day or two, and he would be back to his handsome self. He wouldn't even scar. With a brief nod, Asa hurried to discard of the broken glass before going to his study to retrieve the salve. Still somewhat shaken, he took a moment to gather himself, pressing his head against the cool surface of the medicine cabinet and breathing in deeply, before letting it out on a shuddering exhale. When he held out his hand, and it didn't tremble with nerves, he proceeded to rifle through the shelves full of medicinal remedies. Glass vials and metal canisters holding all sorts of medicinal cocktails clinked against one another as he searched through them, reading the carefully inscribed labels. Finding the one he'd been looking for he returned to the front parlor where he perched on the arm of the couch, gesturing for Darius to take a seat. Once the man had taken his seat, Asa finally took in the extent of the damage the holy water had caused; before he'd been too distracted by the man's demon-like black eyes. And now, he swallowed heavily, unable to meet the other man's eyes as he worked the top off of the salve. He'd done this. All because of his insatiable need for answers. Dipping his fingers into the cold gel-like salve, Asa hesitated for only a second, his breathing shallow before he leaned forward, carefully applying the cream to the terrible gathering of blisters that surrounded the man's mouth. He worked quickly but diligently before he sat back. Finally meeting the other man's eyes as he said, "There, that should help, though I don't know how well given..." he trailed off, glanced down at the canister in his hand and picked up the lid, screwing it back on. He tapped the closed canister against his leg, rolling a question round in his head. Round and round before he finally just gave voice to it, "You've been like this a long time haven't you?"

The Doctor and the Vampire (Scaly Maiden and BehindYou)|rating:4.0

Ascension 2502 REBOOT (Factions, IC)

IOC:viewtopic.php?f=31&t=342282January 15th, 2502Aria T, loakOmega"The Milky Way...hasn't been the same ever since those terrorists opened up that damned triangle. We all treated the earth people like a joke, always to hide our jealousy of their power. That little blue marble wasn't treated any different, and you know what, when that triangle opened and the galaxy looked death in the face for the first time in years, we understood why they called it a hidden deathtrap. According to history books, the Tricksters used to rule this galaxy with an iron fist till a paranoid Elder God locked them in that triangle after settling on Earth or so the legend goes. Hell, it's a bloodbath on Earth right now. The GDF have been putting up one hell of a fight against the tricksters to try and stop them leaving Earth, but every day there seems to be more of them. Every day a new monstrosity walks freely out of the opened gates of the Bermuda Triangle. I've not even been able to walk outside Afterlife these past years after rumors started circulating about smugglers losing living cargo brought from the Bermuda Triangle in the station. I can't take it anymore. Furthermore, I can't stand one more wretched day in this fucking nightclub. Furthermore, I've decided that I'm leaving Omega. Whoever's hands it falls into after I leave is none of my business. It's better to live a life with no power than to sit on a throne fearing every day is going to be my last. I've not had a good nights sleep in years. Every night I lay there in my bed, listening to the station moving. A deep creaking and moaning that used to send me to sleep. Not anymore. The feeling of relaxation these sounds used to give are no more. Now they are replaced with a feeling of dread, fearing at any moment one of those...things...could burst out the vents and cut me into a thousand pieces. I'll be leaving this page out on my seat at Afterlife. To the one who finds this, just know that you have been great people. I've given you your final pay today. Thank you and goodbye." This note was found by one of Aria's guards who sighed and looked at his fellow guards "What's wrong?" One of them asked the guards as he looked at the note with a sad look on his face "Aria left. She paid our final checks and left Omega...fuck knows who's in charge now" The guard passed the note to the other guards who read in it in disbelief. EarthUnited States Miami, Florida Battle of Miami It's been a long war. Nothing surprised veterans of the Bermuda War. First losing a foot hold in the Bahamas and Cuba and then the Tricksters attacked Miami. The GDF was ready for this attack though, having drones and sentry towers all along the Miami Beach. There wasn't anything getting into the city with the amount of defense built up around here and with support from Battle Cruisers floating above the Bermuda Triangle, firing upon anything that came out of that region, the GDF ground forces had it surprisingly easy. Miami looked like a lost cause for the Tricksters as their robotic forces were gunned down by heavy weapons, gunships and shore defense cannons. They had yet to encounter anything of the Tricksters that was big and intimidating outside of marine based Destroyers and the super heavy tanks that usually come towards the shore line that have been named Drone Tanks by the troops for their behavior of driving straight towards the beach, never breaking its path even when under heavy fire. The atmosphere was filled with the sound of explosions and the crackling of small arms fire along with the synthetic moaning of Trickster robotic units as they returned fire or got hit by a missile or shell. Little did the GDF know that the Tricksters were planning something big. Huge. Sundas System, NIR, Tamil, Imperial City, Temple District South Wind's Prayer, 15th of Morning Star, 6E 192 South Wind's Prayer, a celebration throughout Tamil. This is a time for the people of Tamil to pray for a good planting season, and the afflicted flock to the temples to receive free healing from the clergy. Titus Strums, 53 years of age, a good age for an Imperial, the current High Chancellor of the United Peoples of NIR. This great republic was founded 2 eras ago, by the Last Dragon born, and it had grown to rule over all of Tamil, the island continent of Abandoned, the Northern continent of Armor, and areas throughout Agadir. The republic, at the beginning of the 6th era began to colonize and explore the galaxy. Titus was sitting in the Temple of the One, participating in the South Wind's Prayer celebrations. After the celebrations he made his way back to the White-Gold Tower, the great tower that stands in the middle of the Imperial City. The first floor of the tower was the Council room, Council chambers dominated all the other floors, up to the last floor, which was the High Chancellor's chambers. Titus made his way to his chambers, he had to get to work. He sat down at his desk, he had a large pile of paper work to do. A lot of it was tax reports, letters from other chancellors, and colony reports. It was pretty boring, but Titus pushed through, reading. He read the reports, everything was going fine in the republic. VOLOSCAPITAL OF THE COLONIAL IMPERIUM Grand Emperor Havoc Arun, also known as Havoc the Great One, sat in his throne room in the Royal Palace on Solos. He is being informed by his various underlings of problems the Imperium is having - such as the extreme tensions with the Council. And the LEG's borderline war-like situation. He sighed. Insolent non-Colossians - would they ever learn? No, of course not. They were too insignificant - too small. Too... imperfect." Silence! All of you, be quiet. I have made a decision you all may disagree with. I know we are stronger, faster, smarter... and better in general, compared to those insect species out there. But even I know insects are dangerous when they're in numbers. We can not afford to have too many insects against us. If there are too many insects against us, we will rot. However, if we can convince these insects to serve us... that is another story entirely. I can tell the LEG is not going to be willing to negotiate... but perhaps the Council will be. Send a message to them. Tell them we request to speak with the Council, and invite a representative of theirs to our home world. If they don't trust us, tell them I will send one of my top Generals to them in return. This way, it's mutually destructive if any hostilities occur - I lose a top General, and they lose a Councilor. But be friendly about it... as friendly as you can be when dealing with insects, anyway.", Havoc spoke simply and quickly, as if this plan was foolproof. Some of his generals and underlings didn't like this plan, but agreed it was worth a try. A message was sent by Euros Noun, Havoc's third-in-command, to the Council via long-distance communications. This may just work.TO: THE GALACTIC COUNCILOR: THE COLONIAL IMPERIAL GOVERNMENTENCRYPTION: MAXIMUM Greetings, Council Members. My master, Havoc the Great One, Grand Emperor of the Colonial Imperium, has decided that the tension has gone on for far too long. He is willing to have some form of diplomatic negotiations with a representative you send; however, he also promises that, to ensure mutual trust between our governments, he will send one of his top Generals, Car Japan, to you. This way, we can't harm any representatives you send without our General being at risk. This is not a trick. This is not a trap. It is merely a request on behalf of the Grand Emperor. If you agree to send representative(s) to our Empire, we will be pleased to meet on the Imperial Watchtower Station Five in Sector Heel of the Empire. Coordinates will be given upon response. On behalf of the Grand Emperor, General Euros NokrunAlthough, in honest it was not a trap, the Grand Emperor had in mind something that would force the Council to be more... tolerable. He wanted to make sure he could do as he pleased, without much intervention - although, he was sure that wouldn't be very agreeable to the Council. Oh, well. The Grand Emperor continued his plotting. Yes, this would work well for the Imperium. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceship system Near unidentified objective vessels slid through space towards the strange tuning fork like object, one vessel from four of the five nations including a twin-hulled Northern Water Tribe vessel, a long and sleek Southern Water Tribe vessel, a squarish yet elegant Earth Kingdom vessel and a large, intimidating Fire Nation vessel. Set squarely in the middle of this formation is a scientific vessel crewed by all five nations that, like the other vessels in the group, has been specially fitted with a strange power source found within ancient ruins to allow the vessels to reach the other end for mapping purposes. The central vessel moved forward in all its glory towards the device, the rings on the device began to rotate faster and faster before an ark of electricity shot out dragging the poor vessel forward at insane speeds leaving four panicking vessels behind. Unknown space (Council Space)Exploration Vessel XunBridgeChaos reigned, several crystals lighting the room had been badly damaged during transit, consoles were heavily damaged, the Fire Nation officers on the bridge had been ripped from their raised command platforms, screams and cries for help came from around the room and through the communication tubes. For Captain Terran of the Northern Water Tribe it was a situation on Captain wanted to be in, reports were flooding in from across the ship listing extensive damage and his senior officers had mostly been saved from death by their armor, but the impacts had killed fair number of his crew. "Send out a distress call, get a medical team up here immediately and open a Spirit gate for the other ships to come through" he ordered sincerely hoping that all his orders would be doable, then came the response he dreaded, the Spirit Drive was badly damaged and any attempts to use it could rip the ship apart, a radio message asking for help had however been sent, and medical teams were going through the ship contenting him that they weren't completely helpless. To any vessel in range, this is the Exploration Vessel Run of the United Bending Nations. We have suffered severe damage following transit through some form of tuning fork like device, please send assistance, repeat, please send assistance. Inner Galaxy, Sundas System, NIR, TamrielImperial City, Imperial Gardens, White-Gold Tower, Council Room16th of Morning Star, 6E 192 The Elder Council was in the middle of a debate. They were debating the need for foreign interaction, was it good, or bad. The Council was rather split." Foreigners bring with them disease, and wars. We can not risk an outbreak of an alien disease. We can not risk war, war, though we are powerful peoples, is not necessary. Furthermore, we must close our boarders." said Sweet-Tongue, a well known Armenian in the Elder Council. He was an advocate for Isolationism, he never trusted foreigners."BUT, foreigners bring with them money, trade is key. We must trade with foreigners if we wish to improve the quality of living among the people. Trade will also help us explore the galaxy." Eric Jordan, a notable Breton, born to a wealthy merchant family, responded. The Council erupted into chaos, arguments being thrown about so fast you could barely understand them. Titus sat there trying to focus, and think. He could not think with this chaos, so he screamed."ENOUGH." Everyone quieted down, "Thank you, I have made a decision. The risk of staying open to foreigners is out weighed by the benefits." Titus said." Before we do open trade, we need to find people to trade with." Mailman said. Mailman was a female Alter, she was a friend of Titus. "I would recommend we start exploration up again. I have heard rumors of a human group that seems to bend certain elements." The meeting went on for another couple hours. The Council did decide to send an exploration fleet to see if these rumors of people who bend elements were true. Outer Arm, Unknown Space, Unnamed System 4th Exploration Fleet20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 What a job, thought Captain Marie, the Cathay-rat Habit explorer extraordinaire, as he looked over the 4th Exploration Fleet. The fleet was made up of 2 Mun-Class Battleships and 1 Fahliilen-Class Destroyer, all equipped for mapping and exploration of star systems and planets. The fleet had entered this area in search for the truth to rumors of humans who could bend the elements. This was supposedly a known territory of theirs, and if the rumors where true, they would be meeting them any second." Mazaiq thinks that this fleet should open all communication channels." Marie said to his men.(IOC: In case you couldn't tell, Marie is in United Bending Nations Space) Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Inner Galaxy, Sundas System, NIR, TamrielImperial City, Imperial Gardens, White-Gold Tower, Council Room16th of Morning Star, 6E 192 The Elder Council was in the middle of a debate. They were debating the need for foreign interaction, was it good, or bad. The Council was rather split." Foreigners bring with them disease, and wars. We can not risk an outbreak of an alien disease. We can not risk war, war, though we are powerful peoples, is not necessary. Furthermore, we must close our boarders." said Sweet-Tongue, a well known Armenian in the Elder Council. He was an advocate for Isolationism, he never trusted foreigners."BUT, foreigners bring with them money, trade is key. We must trade with foreigners if we wish to improve the quality of living among the people. Trade will also help us explore the galaxy." Eric Jordan, a notable Breton, born to a wealthy merchant family, responded. The Council erupted into chaos, arguments being thrown about so fast you could barely understand them. Titus sat there trying to focus, and think. He could not think with this chaos, so he screamed."ENOUGH." Everyone quieted down, "Thank you, I have made a decision. The risk of staying open to foreigners is out weighed by the benefits." Titus said." Before we do open trade, we need to find people to trade with." Mailman said. Mailman was a female Alter, she was a friend of Titus. "I would recommend we start exploration up again. I have heard rumors of a human group that seems to bend certain elements." The meeting went on for another couple hours. The Council did decide to send an exploration fleet to see if these rumors of people who bend elements were true. Outer Arm, Unknown Space, Unnamed System 4th Exploration Fleet20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 What a job, thought Captain Marie, the Cathay-rat Habit explorer extraordinaire, as he looked over the 4th Exploration Fleet. The fleet was made up of 2 Mun-Class Battleships and 1 Fahliilen-Class Destroyer, all equipped for mapping and exploration of star systems and planets. The fleet had entered this area in search for the truth to rumors of humans who could bend the elements. This was supposedly a known territory of theirs, and if the rumors where true, they would be meeting them any second. "Marie thinks that this fleet should open all communication channels." Marie said to his men.(IOC: In case you couldn't tell, Marie is in United Bending Nations Space)United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System Heavy Cruiser XúnyángjiànBridgePatrol had been quiet so far, no pirates, no stranded ships, no problems, Captain Huge was silently praising whatever entity would listen until the sensors began pinging for three new vessels nearby. "Captain, three unidentified ships have just appeared in-system" reported the sensors officer "three super-dreadnought analogues" he finished, fear evident in his voice and visibly shaking at the implications. "We can only hope their friendly" said the Captain "just in case bring the ship to alert, ready all Spirit Energy Canons, raise the spirit energy shield and jump us to their position, once there ask what they want". With that the crew raced to follow their orders as the ship entered a bright pillar of light ahead of it. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System The Xúnyángjiàn came forth from a bright pillar of light not much larger than the ship itself, all weapons ready, shields up and pointing straight at the Iranian vessels. A message was issued by radio to the unknown vessels. Attention unknown vessels, you have entered Earth Kingdom territory. Identify yourselves immediately or face the consequences. The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System Heavy Cruiser XúnyángjiànBridgePatrol had been quiet so far, no pirates, no stranded ships, no problems, Captain Huge was silently praising whatever entity would listen until the sensors began pinging for three new vessels nearby. "Captain, three unidentified ships have just appeared in-system" reported the sensors officer "three super-dreadnought analogues" he finished, fear evident in his voice and visibly shaking at the implications. "We can only hope their friendly" said the Captain "just in case bring the ship to alert, ready all Spirit Energy Canons, raise the spirit energy shield and jump us to their position, once there ask what they want". With that the crew raced to follow their orders as the ship entered a bright pillar of light ahead of it. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System The Xúnyángjiàn came forth from a bright pillar of light not much larger than the ship itself, all weapons ready, shields up and pointing straight at the Iranian vessels. A message was issued by radio to the unknown vessels. Attention unknown vessels, you have entered Earth Kingdom territory. Identify yourselves immediately or face the consequences. Outer Arm, Unknown Space, Unnamed System 4th Exploration Fleet20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 The ships scanners went off. A single blip appeared on a holographic table, that laid out the entire system, as it's known. The blip was small and clear. Marie estimated that it was approximately 800 meters, a small ship. He watched as the ship emerged from a pillar of light. The technology seemed to match the reports. Marie smiled, he was going to get a raise when he returned with this information. The small ship requested the identification of the 4th Exploration Fleet. Though how they sent it was strange, they still used radio." Open communications to that ship. Marie desires to speak with them." Marie ordered. The communication channels were opened and Marie sent his message." This is Captain Marie of the 4th UPN Exploration Fleet. Marie's intentions were to follow up on rumors of element bending people, explore this area, and to make contact. Marie's ships weapons are deactivated, so please can you deactivate yours. Marie comes in peace. Marie invites you aboard Marie's ship, RSC Moon path, to talk. Thank you." Outer Rim-Imperial Territories High Truths Throne Room-Imperium Prime The Citadel of the Truth was encircled by the Swords of Truth. The Truths Honor Guard lined the halls as the newly crowned High Truth ascended the steps to the Throne of Imperium where the High Truth of Imperium still sat. He smiled at his young daughter as he met her half-way and the young ling asked the elder, "What is the news at Court?" he looked out at the crowd, "Only that I am descending the stairs for the last time. And you are rising for the first." he laid his golden beads on her head and kissed her forehead, "The Warriors of Venus and Ares bless you. For war is on the wind." the young one smiled, "And the Elders are speaking on it." the two smiled and the younger rose to the throne of her father and slowly sat down. The 12 High Lords looked up at their new High Tortuga. She rose from her throne holding her light sword, "Lords of the High Council. Assemble your loyal Lords. We are assembling for war!" she shouted and pointed her sword at the Imperium Prime model, "We will expand our realm beyond our great borders!" Fall Lot Hilda wrote:The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System Heavy Cruiser XúnyángjiànBridgePatrol had been quiet so far, no pirates, no stranded ships, no problems, Captain Huge was silently praising whatever entity would listen until the sensors began pinging for three new vessels nearby. "Captain, three unidentified ships have just appeared in-system" reported the sensors officer "three super-dreadnought analogues" he finished, fear evident in his voice and visibly shaking at the implications. "We can only hope their friendly" said the Captain "just in case bring the ship to alert, ready all Spirit Energy Canons, raise the spirit energy shield and jump us to their position, once there ask what they want". With that the crew raced to follow their orders as the ship entered a bright pillar of light ahead of it. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System The Xúnyángjiàn came forth from a bright pillar of light not much larger than the ship itself, all weapons ready, shields up and pointing straight at the Iranian vessels. A message was issued by radio to the unknown vessels. Attention unknown vessels, you have entered Earth Kingdom territory. Identify yourselves immediately or face the consequences. Outer Arm, Unknown Space, Unnamed System 4th Exploration Fleet20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 The ships scanners went off. A single blip appeared on a holographic table, that laid out the entire system, as it's known. The blip was small and clear. Marie estimated that it was approximately 800 meters, a small ship. He watched as the ship emerged from a pillar of light. The technology seemed to match the reports. Marie smiled, he was going to get a raise when he returned with this information. The small ship requested the identification of the 4th Exploration Fleet. Though how they sent it was strange, they still used radio." Open communications to that ship. Marie desires to speak with them." Marie ordered. The communication channels were opened and Marie sent his message. "This is Captain Marie of the 4th UPN Exploration Fleet. Marie's intentions were to follow up on rumors of element bending people, explore this area, and to make contact. Marie's ships weapons are deactivated, so please can you deactivate yours. Marie comes in peace. Marie invites you aboard Marie's ship, RSC Moon path, to talk. Thank you." United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System Heavy Cruiser XúnyángjiànBridge"Their weapons are disabled sir, there's not a bit if energy going to them and I, for one, don't think they were lying about their intentions" said the sensors officer looking up from his display. Huge nodded his head at that assessment "tell the benders to stand down, recharge the spirit vines but keep the capsules where they are" he ordered standing up "tell them I'm going over with eight guards, I want two metal benders, two lava benders and four Non-Benders with me when I go over" he finished as he walked out the door. Some of the bridge crew looked at where he had been like he'd grown a second head but nevertheless they moved to carry out his orders by sending the message, prepping a shuttle and getting the required troops ready. Captain Marie, Captain Huge shall depart the Xúnyángjiáng momentarily with eight guards to meet you. We must only hope that the rumors you have heard are positive, and we hope to see a bright future between our peoples. His shuttle departed moment after the message was sent heading straight for the RCS Moon path. New Holy Star System of Zeroes The Federation of Zeroes had transformed within years, from the early struggle until its late development into a stable nation. No matter how stable it is, however, while it has a strong economy its military is numerically superior and technologically superior. Although they are able to acquire several new technologies, whether it's imported, or developed, most military budget are spent to maintain the large numbers as quantity is priority number one to compensate for its lacking military technology as the research still nowhere the level of standard civilization, not at some aspects, at least. The Cabinets and President Shi wan Ming are in the meeting to decide which field they spend the most now, for the mining industrial capability, or for the more modern military facilities using their newly-developed blueprints of new military system. However, it looks like the nation will have to be settled with economic benefits for now, as for the long run it will provide more money for them to improve their military. The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System Heavy Cruiser XúnyángjiànBridge"Their weapons are disabled sir, there's not a bit if energy going to them and I, for one, don't think they were lying about their intentions" said the sensors officer looking up from his display. Huge nodded his head at that assessment "tell the benders to stand down, recharge the spirit vines but keep the capsules where they are" he ordered standing up "tell them I'm going over with eight guards, I want two metal benders, two lava benders and four Non-Benders with me when I go over" he finished as he walked out the door. Some of the bridge crew looked at where he had been like he'd grown a second head but nevertheless they moved to carry out his orders by sending the message, prepping a shuttle and getting the required troops ready. Captain Marie, Captain Huge shall depart the Xúnyángjiáng momentarily with eight guards to meet you. We must only hope that the rumors you have heard are positive, and we hope to see a bright future between our peoples. His shuttle departed moment after the message was sent heading straight for the RCS Moon path." Open all hangars, send some escorts, bring them in. Marie will go and meet this Captain Huge." Marie said. Mazaiq made his way to hangar, thanks to the special rail system throughout the ship, getting around was easy. Marie stood in the hangar bay as he watched the escort ships escort Captain Huge's ship in. He watched as Captain Huge walked out of his ship." Mazaiq welcomes you to the RSC Moon path, and, yes, Marie is a cat. Actually a Cathay-rat Habit, to be pressie." Marie said as he extended his paw in friendship. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:"Open all hangars, send some escorts, bring them in. Marie will go and meet this Captain Huge." Marie said. Mazaiq made his way to hangar, thanks to the special rail system throughout the ship, getting around was easy. Marie stood in the hangar bay as he watched the escort ships escort Captain Huge's ship in. He watched as Captain Huge walked out of his ship." Mazaiq welcomes you to the RSC Moon path, and, yes, Marie is a cat. Actually a Cathay-rat Habit, to be pressie." Marie said as he extended his paw in friendship. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathCaptain Huge stepped out of his shuttle with his guards flanking him "I'm Captain Huge, I greet you on behalf of the Earth Kingdom" he bowed politely to Marie before taking is hand to shake "I've actually seen stranger beings than you Captain, sentient plants and genocidal octopuses that worshiped an Elder God were the weirdest by far. If you wish we could see if one of this systems Ba Sing Se's would let you enter, so our people can meet in more appropriate settings before any diplomats get involved, though in any case it would probably be best if we talked in a meeting room for greater comfort". The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathCaptain Huge stepped out of his shuttle with his guards flanking him "I'm Captain Huge, I greet you on behalf of the Earth Kingdom" he bowed politely to Marie before taking is hand to shake "I've actually seen stranger beings than you Captain, sentient plants and genocidal octopuses that worshiped an Elder God were the weirdest by far. If you wish we could see if one of this systems Ba Sing Se's would let you enter, so our people can meet in more appropriate settings before any diplomats get involved, though in any case it would probably be best if we talked in a meeting room for greater comfort"." Mazaiq wouldn't want to bother your people. Marie thinks it would be better to just talk here on this ship. Come. Come." Marie said while motioning Captain Huge to follow. Mazaiq led the Captain and his entourage to a rather lavish room, a meeting room. Marie motioned for Huge to sit. Marie sat across from him." Mazaiq wants to know if you are thirsty or hunger, cause Marie can accommodate." Marie said with a smile. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:"Marie wouldn't want to bother your people. Marie thinks it would be better to just talk here on this ship. Come. Come." Marie said while motioning Captain Huge to follow. Marie led the Captain and his entourage to a rather lavish room, a meeting room. Marie motioned for Huge to sit. Marie sat across from him." Mazaiq wants to know if you are thirsty or hunger, cause Marie can accommodate." Marie said with a smile. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe followed Marie through the ship into the room, his dislike of such a lavish room aboard what is obviously a warship equalling the impressed feeling he gained from entering the room. Following the silent invite to sit he did so, his guards standing behind him "no, thank you Captain, I am fine for the moment" he replied "I would really like to know about your civilization and how you built Super-Dreadnoughts of such immense size". The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe followed Marie through the ship into the room, his dislike of such a lavish room aboard what is obviously a warship equalling the impressed feeling he gained from entering the room. Following the silent invite to sit he did so, his guards standing behind him "no, thank you Captain, I am fine for the moment" he replied "I would really like to know about your civilization and how you built Super-Dreadnoughts of such immense size". Mazaiq ordered a glass of Surplice Brothers Wine, and he took a sip." Mazaiq would be happy to share, but Marie expects that you do the same. Marie is an explorer under the United Peoples of NIR, or the UP. The UP runs a republic, consisting of 11 races. These 11 races are as follows; the Words, the Imperials, the Red guards, the Breton's, the Alter, the Boomer, the Dunner, the Former, the Primer, the Armenians and the Habit. Each race is classified under three larger classification; the Men, the MER, and the Beasts. The reason our ships are so big, is the fact that the UP rules over resource rich systems, therefore we have the resources to make these ships. Just to clarify, the UP does not support slavery. Now, Marie would like to know about your civilization." Marie finished as he took another sip of his wine. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Marie ordered a glass of Surplice Brothers Wine, and he took a sip. "Marie would be happy to share, but Marie expects that you do the same. Marie is an explorer under the United Peoples of NIR, or the UP. The UP runs a republic, consisting of 11 races. These 11 races are as follows; the Words, the Imperials, the Red guards, the Breton's, the Alter, the Boomer, the Dunner, the Former, the Primer, the Armenians and the Habit. Each race is classified under three larger classification; the Men, the MER, and the Beasts. The reason our ships are so big, is the fact that the UP rules over resource rich systems, therefore we have the resources to make these ships. Just to clarify, the UP does not support slavery. Now, Marie would like to know about your civilization." Marie finished as he took another sip of his wine. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe nodded to himself "well, the United Bending Nations or CBN comprises five human nations which are represented on a council by their leaders, for us, it is the Earth King, for the Fire Nation it is the Fire lord, both Water Tribes send their great chief and the Air Nomads send their own councils though they still only get one vote. The Avatar, master of all four elements, sits as moderator once they have mastered the elements whilst one of the sages from an Avatar Temple in the next nation in the cycle sits in until that point. Naturally we have named our nations using the element we bend which has shaped our societies, the Fire Nation were the first to industrialize but also wreaked a century long war upon our world, we built great cities which took great effort to capture and built ourselves the largest nation, the water tribes differed entirely for whilst the Southern Water Tribe only had a small village its sister tribe in the north held a large city protected on all sides and the Air Nomads built their temples away from the world but left to help others and collect money for charity" taking a pause to breath he continued "our people learned our arts from a number of sources, initially we were granted the ability to bend a certain element by the now extinct Lion Turtles which we built cities upon but had to give it back before we returned, when the Lion Turtles ceased to be our protectors we learned earth bending from the Badger Moles, fire bending came from Dragons, the Flying Bison taught the Air Nomads to airbed whilst the Water Tribes were taught their art by the moon itself". The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe nodded to himself "well, the United Bending Nations or CBN comprises five human nations which are represented on a council by their leaders, for us, it is the Earth King, for the Fire Nation it is the Fire lord, both Water Tribes send their great chief and the Air Nomads send their own councils though they still only get one vote. The Avatar, master of all four elements, sits as moderator once they have mastered the elements whilst one of the sages from an Avatar Temple in the next nation in the cycle sits in until that point. Naturally we have named our nations using the element we bend which has shaped our societies, the Fire Nation were the first to industrialize but also wreaked a century long war upon our world, we built great cities which took great effort to capture and built ourselves the largest nation, the water tribes differed entirely for whilst the Southern Water Tribe only had a small village its sister tribe in the north held a large city protected on all sides and the Air Nomads built their temples away from the world but left to help others and collect money for charity" taking a pause to breath he continued "our people learned our arts from a number of sources, initially we were granted the ability to bend a certain element by the now extinct Lion Turtles which we built cities upon but had to give it back before we returned, when the Lion Turtles ceased to be our protectors we learned earth bending from the Badger Moles, fire bending came from Dragons, the Flying Bison taught the Air Nomads to airbed whilst the Water Tribes were taught their art by the moon itself". Mazaiq perked his ears up, this persons' civilization seemed interesting. But what really got his attention was one word, Dragons." There are Dragons in Marie's world as well. But I doubt your Dragons are anything like ours." Marie said." Mazaiq has one last thing, Marie has been authorized to do anything to explore the Galaxy. So, Marie has a proposal for you. Marie offers a trade, if you are willing to share your people's star maps, Marie will share his people's star maps." Marie offered as he finished his wine. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Marie perked his ears up, this persons' civilization seemed interesting. But what really got his attention was one word, Dragons." There are Dragons in Marie's world as well. But I doubt your Dragons are anything like ours." Marie said. "Marie has one last thing, Marie has been authorized to do anything to explore the Galaxy. So, Marie has a proposal for you. Marie offers a trade, if you are willing to share your people's star maps, Marie will share his people's star maps." Marie offered as he finished his wine. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe was intrigued by the knowledge that there were Dragons elsewhere but decided that a discussion on the would be best left to diplomats or biologists "very interesting to know that you also have Dragons" he mused taking several scrolls from a pocket in his armor "well then, as a ships Captain I am expected to have a copy of these on me at all times, and we don't have any electric maps since they're too easy to steal and are unreadable during a power failure. These are the maps of known space, in those scrolls you'll find a map of all known space, maps of the territories belonging to the CBN, and you'll note that there is no map of Air Nomad space because they own no worlds, we let them have monasteries on ours instead" he finished handing over the scrolls. The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe was intrigued by the knowledge that there were Dragons elsewhere but decided that a discussion on the would be best left to diplomats or biologists "very interesting to know that you also have Dragons" he mused taking several scrolls from a pocket in his armor "well then, as a ships Captain I am expected to have a copy of these on me at all times, and we don't have any electric maps since they're too easy to steal and are unreadable during a power failure. These are the maps of known space, in those scrolls you'll find a map of all known space, maps of the territories belonging to the CBN, and you'll note that there is no map of Air Nomad space because they own no worlds, we let them have monasteries on ours instead" he finished handing over the scrolls.4th Exploration Fleet RSC Moonpath20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 Paper, even though it was technically obsolete, it was still used. Marie had thought that the UP were the only ones to still use paper backups. He was sort of right, but these people use paper as well. Marie got up and motioned for Captain Huge to follow, and bring the scrolls. He led the Captain to another room, the map room. The room's walls where covered in monitors connected to the ships mapping equipment. There was filing cabinets that were filled with paper map backups. In the middle of the room sat a table. Beside the table sat a console, in the console was a keyhole, but it was square. It looked to be designed, so a cubic object could be placed, with a corner facing down into the hole." Mazaiq wants to welcome you to the map room." Marie said as he pulled a metal cube from his pocket. The cube grew a bit till it was approximately 10 cm by 10 cm by 10cm. Marie saw Huge looking at the cube." Mazaiq sees you are interested in this. This is a Lexicon, it is based off of the design of the ancient Deemed Lexicons. These are designed to only activate for one being, and can hold almost unlimited amounts of information." Marie said as he placed it into the keyhole, activating the table. The table activated, projecting a 3D Holographic map of the known galaxy to the UP. Marie then started inputting the data from Huge paper map. When the data was imputed, Marie walked over to a filing cabinet, he pulled out a bunch of maps, and handed them to Huge." Mazaiq is a cat of his word. Take these maps, and tell your leaders that a group of UP diplomats will likely be making their way to meet with your leaders." Marie said to Huge. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:4th Exploration Fleet RSC Moonpath20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 Paper, even though it was technically obsolete, it was still used. Marie had thought that the UP were the only ones to still use paper backups. He was sort of right, but these people use paper as well. Marie got up and motioned for Captain Huge to follow, and bring the scrolls. He led the Captain to another room, the map room. The room's walls where covered in monitors connected to the ships mapping equipment. There was filing cabinets that were filled with paper map backups. In the middle of the room sat a table. Beside the table sat a console, in the console was a keyhole, but it was square. It looked to be designed, so a cubic object could be placed, with a corner facing down into the hole. "Marie wants to welcome you to the map room." Marie said as he pulled a metal cube from his pocket. The cube grew a bit till it was approximately 10 cm by 10 cm by 10cm. Marie saw Huge looking at the cube." Mazaiq sees you are interested in this. This is a Lexicon, it is based off of the design of the ancient Deemed Lexicons. These are designed to only activate for one being, and can hold almost unlimited amounts of information." Marie said as he placed it into the keyhole, activating the table. The table activated, projecting a 3D Holographic map of the known galaxy to the UP. Marie then started inputting the data from Huge paper map. When the data was imputed, Marie walked over to a filing cabinet, he pulled out a bunch of maps, and handed them to Huge." Mazaiq is a cat of his word. Take these maps, and tell your leaders that a group of UP diplomats will likely be making their way to meet with your leaders." Marie said to Huge. United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe had to admit he was impressed by the little cube, such information storage could revolutionize the CBN's methods of navigation and census recording, but this was not the time for such thoughts. Huge accepted the maps from Huge and pointed to roughly the center of CBN territory "any diplomats should head here, to Digit, our home world. I will let them know to expect you, it is likely that your diplomats would be meeting our leaders in their capitals over the course of one day before making deals the following day. I wish you safety and luck in your exploration" he finished before moving to return to the hangar with his guards. The Fire Nation Empire wrote:United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System RSC MoonpathHuhe had to admit he was impressed by the little cube, such information storage could revolutionize the CBN's methods of navigation and census recording, but this was not the time for such thoughts. Huge accepted the maps from Huge and pointed to roughly the center of CBN territory "any diplomats should head here, to Digit, our home world. I will let them know to expect you, it is likely that your diplomats would be meeting our leaders in their capitals over the course of one day before making deals the following day. I wish you safety and luck in your exploration" he finished before moving to return to the hangar with his guards.4th Exploration Fleet RSC Moonpath20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 Marie watched Huge leave from his ship. Huge was a good guy, Marie hoped that their peoples would be able to get along." Men, and women, we are heading home. Marie has to report this to the High Chancellor." He said as the crew began turning the fleet around. The 4th Exploration fleet turned around and then disappeared into the void. Funds SystemNirnLike a blazing comet, a falling star, Arrival fell to earth. Her form was wash in blazing light and flame, like a holy Armageddon, leaving the emptiness of space as the heat of atmospheric entry wrapped around her. Her Ark ship had been sent into the system Sun in the frantic battle on the far edge of the system. Arrival having ejected herself out on a course for the planet she was now rapidly accelerating towards. She fell rapidly, quickly reaching terminal velocity, breaking through the atmosphere a minute later. Entering the high stratosphere Arrival felt the now rapidly cooling air upon her form. As she breached the cloud layer Burial flared out her wings, made of pure energy, slowing her descent as the surrounding molecules manipulated themselves around her wings. Adjusting her angle of descent she tucked them around her and continued, plummeting to the ground and impacting near a mountain range. The impact was jarring to say the least, and she clipped a ridge. Smashing through stone Arrival left a trench of destruction as the physics at work slowed her down to a stop. There she laid still. Resting. Imperialism wrote:Funds SystemNirnLike a blazing comet, a falling star, Arrival fell to earth. Her form was wash in blazing light and flame, like a holy Armageddon, leaving the emptiness of space as the heat of atmospheric entry wrapped around her. Her Ark ship had been sent into the system Sun in the frantic battle on the far edge of the system. Arrival having ejected herself out on a course for the planet she was now rapidly accelerating towards. She fell rapidly, quickly reaching terminal velocity, breaking through the atmosphere a minute later. Entering the high stratosphere Arrival felt the now rapidly cooling air upon her form. As she breached the cloud layer Burial flared out her wings, made of pure energy, slowing her descent as the surrounding molecules manipulated themselves around her wings. Adjusting her angle of descent she tucked them around her and continued, plummeting to the ground and impacting near a mountain range. The impact was jarring to say the least, and she clipped a ridge. Smashing through stone Arrival left a trench of destruction as the physics at work slowed her down to a stop. There she laid still. Resting. Mundas System, NIR, Tamil, Delhi MountainsWindhelm Garrison Force20th of Morning Star, 6E 192 Commander KOR Cold-Bone, the commander of the guard for Wind helm had gathered a group of guards and was on his way to where they saw something crash. The guards speed along the Skyrim countryside on their Qobokaaz Speeders. It was winter in Skyrim, and a blizzard had just arrived out of nowhere, KOR worried that it was some sort of escape pod, and that the person inside would freeze to death. As they approached, the crash site, they saw the destruction caused by the crashing object. That's when KOR noticed a woman laying there. Skor approached her, with a blanket and yelled over the blizzard, unsure if the woman was awake, "Hello, mam, are you okay, we should take you out of this blizzard, or you will freeze to death." Sundas, NIR, Delhi MountainsAuriaal's eyes flicked awake, and she looked at KOR. She was beautiful, unnaturally so, and so she stood up. The woman didn't even seem the least bet uncomfortable with the surrounding blizzard. She did not shiver or cry out at the cold winds. But she did reach out to take the blanket, and smiled. She did not understand KOR's words, but she did understand his motive. This was good, the last thing she needed was a fight against the natives of this planet. Truth be told the cold was of no concern for a being like Arrival. Her form was merely to blend in with the natives. That was all. But for now she would at least try to get on their good side, maybe they had a ship she could purchase, or borrow. The borrowing aspect was a polite way for taking without asking. She did not take pleasure in that idea, but she would do what was required to survive. Imperialism wrote:Sundas, NIR, Delhi MountainsAuriaal's eyes flicked awake, and she looked at KOR. She was beautiful, unnaturally so, and so she stood up. The woman didn't even seem the least bet uncomfortable with the surrounding blizzard. She did not shiver or cry out at the cold winds. But she did reach out to take the blanket, and smiled. She did not understand KOR's words, but she did understand his motive. This was good, the last thing she needed was a fight against the natives of this planet. Truth be told the cold was of no concern for a being like Arrival. Her form was merely to blend in with the natives. That was all. But for now she would at least try to get on their good side, maybe they had a ship she could purchase, or borrow. The borrowing aspect was a polite way for taking without asking. She did not take pleasure in that idea, but she would do what was required to survive. Mundas System, NIR, Tamil, Delhi Mountains20th of Morning Star, 6E 192The lady obviously didn't understand KOR, something was strange with this woman. He could feel it in his gut, and a Nordic gut never lied. He assisted the lady onto a speeder and speed of to Wind helm. When they arrived, they brought her into a guard post, and had her sit down. When she was seated, KOR sat down across from her." Here, drink up, it will warm you up." He said as he passed some mead to the lady, "Can you understand me?" United Bending Nations space Earth Kingdom spaceMíngxīng System Heavy Cruiser XúnyángjiànBridgeCaptain Huge returned to the bridge handing the new maps to the navigator so that they could be added to the CBN repository when they returned from their patrol. "Comms, tell HQ what happened and send them this recording as well” said Huge handing over a tape recorder that had been hidden in his armor throughout the meeting "helm, get us underway once again". The crew moved to follow their Captains orders as he sat down, soon HQ would know of their encounter as would the CBN Council, and they would be ready for anything. Imperium Prime High Truth Ashoka sat on her throne looking at her entire Court. The High Councilors and the Warrior Generals all stood at attention. She rose from her throne and stood at the stops of the steps and looked for where her brother, the Commander of the Grand Army of the Truths and summoned him up to the throne. He rose to meet her, and they grasped each other arms, "Will you go to war with me brother?" she asked him. He pulled his sister close and shouted, "The Fleet of the Truths answers your call!" the Truths shouted. The other races of the Imperium Territories who were a part of the Imperiums Grand Army commander was her sister, Asha. Ashoka looked down on her sister, "Assemble the Army!" Asha smiled and raised her sword and she looked at her secretary, "Summon the Governors. They will raise their armies!" the Truths cheered. Their new Queen was leading a new campaign to expand the Imperium.--Naval Yards--Tanks floated by as they were boarding the Grand Fleet. Truths soldiers marched by. The Honor Guard of the High Truth was beside the High Truth with their white capes flying in the wind. Their swords on their hips. She nodded to the commanders and smiled at her warriors and gave kind words. Her flagship, the biggest warship in the entire fleet, had landed and was being resupplied along with troops boarding. New fighters were also joining the fleet. Command Ships docked beside their flagship. Some of the smaller vessels were heading back into orbit to their staging area to prepare for the bigger ones. The Imperium Territories entire assault fleet was assembling. The Home Fleet was docking for refueling and rearming to begin preparing for defense plans. The HT Flagship was loaded, and the HT sat in her command seat on the bridge and ordered her up. The HT smiled as her fathers' flagship rose from docking. Her engines roared to life as the assist engines dropped off, and the flagship rose above the clouds. Imperium Rogue-Beyond the Outer Rim"My Lord, the High Truths fleet has arrived. The Flagship of the High Truth has dropped Odets and 3 landing-craft. The High Truth herself is aboard an DST. She has demanded the presence of her Lord to meet her at her commands huddle." An AI voice reported to the High Lord of Imperium Rogue. He nodded, "I will meet her,"--DST Command Center--A mobile command center had been established and drop-ships along. Truths and other races were walking about carrying items. On the command center was the High Truth herself. She saw the High Lord and descended. He bowed before her along with his family. She stood in front of him and waved him up. He rose slowly and looked at the HT. She looked him over and then spoke loudly, "You've gotten fat." The High Lord looked down at the Hts belly and then back at the HT. The HT looked at him angry for a moment then laughed and hugged the High Lord, "I have missed you brother. Has the Darkness territories been so cruel to you?" the High Lord laughed, "I have been guarding the Keep of the Darkness for you."

Ascension 2502 REBOOT (Factions, IC)|rating:3.0

The blessing a curse and a curse a blessing -Palmoun and vampirekiss_lover of matt Rp-

Okay here is our Private, now no one may post here but us. Name: Alkaid On goldwingAge: ??? Lost count over the years but if you want earth years he is five hundred but looks to be about 21Race: angelAppearence:Bio: He was one of gods most trusted Angels and was like gods right hand. He helped everyone on earth and helped them fight off evil. But when he accidentally helped a murderer who had a said that he had done it for good. But god started to wonder if he had lost his touch. After a while Alkaid started to help other people who went astray and god continued to wonder soon he couldn't take it anymore. He made Allied a permanent angel on earth, and he is to stay there till he can stop helping the evil people of earth. That happened more than five hundred years ago and he is still here today, helping whoever he wants and not giving a crap about what god thinks. Extra: He can make his wings invisible so that he can blend into the crowd better and can do a few other things (find out later) ok Name: Sally Age: 19Race: Vampire Looks: Reddish long brown hair with green eyes/slim Bio: She was created agents her will and has been locked up for 3 months early feeding she wishes not to harm people she hates what she is and the man who made her and has been keeping her here locked in a small dark room. Allied knocked on a door to a dark and menacing house. He was being paid to clean this guys house top to bottom, and it was an easy job. He needed the money so he had said yes right away but now that he was here he was having second thoughts. The place looked evil and like count Dracula lived inside. But he wasn't here just for looking. He was here to get this place and then paid. When no one answered the door right away he called, "hey, you asked me to clean your house so open the hell up." he called and then looked down, he saw a window to the basement. But it was too dark to see inside, and he had a good feeling that the basement would be the hardest place to clean in this house of horror. It was late and someone was knocking on the door? huh, mus the masters friend or something... I didn't care.it was odd though for master to not open the door. I hope he was dead...but then again I would surly die in here...Hamm. I heard the knocking again.weird! Finally my master open up, and I heard him say "come in.and get started right away."get started on what? I heard someone up stares walking around...weird. Allied nodded and came in. He houses was a complete mess, but he usually started with the bottom and worked his way to the top. "Sure, I will get straight to work." he said and made his way to the basement. It wasn't' t any better, it was worse, and it seemed like things where growing on the wall. "Man, does this guy know how dirty it is down here." he said as he flipped on the light switch and started to get to work. He was in the other room, right next to mine.Nah, my room was locked.it took even the master a few minutes to open the door, he is not human. I can tell by his scent.but he does smell good.better than this room anyway... I hope whoever he was count smell how bad I smelt...ugh. Alkaid soon finished that room and then saw a locked door. He always loved being able to clean things since it gave him an excuse to go threw people houses and see what they did. Locked rooms usually meet something bad, and he loved seeing what they were. He went over to the door and unlocked it in a matter of seconds. He then open it slowly and almost ran out, it smelled horrible in here. But that was why he was in here for, to clean everything. But just when he was about to start cleaning he saw her. A girl in the corner of the room, shrouded in darkness. Worry, care and many other emotions came over his face when he saw her and only made him glow slightly with angelic power. Locked girls in a room was never good, and it was a first for him. Crap, he saw me. How did he open the door so fast? Even my master could never do it that fast. I was sacred.he glowed and that was weird of course me craving blood sent exactly normal either now is it. I curled up into the corner as far as my chain let me. He just stood there, looking disgusted. I know.it smells bad I though, now embarked. IN a matter of seconds Alkaid threw the cleaning supplies down and went to her. He didn't care for the smell and worry was all over his face. He kneeled down a few feet away from her and held out a hand to show her he meet no harm. Furthermore, he had no idea what that man had done to her since she had been down here but by the look of the chain he didn't like it. "Come here, I will get you out of here." he said softly, his voice held an inhuman kind of warm and care in it but yet it held no cruelty or hostility in it. He wanted to help me? Ohh master won't like this."he will know" is what I say revealing my baby vampire teeth, I trembled at the thought that my master knows everything it wasn't natural to me...this guy really seemed to care about me for a strange reason.wait he was working for my master? So why is he helping me if he is friends with the master? Alkaid laughed slightly, "sorry but I don't care if he knows. It is wrong to keep people down here and locked up. I don't like to see people like this." he said and moved slightly closer and brought his hand closer. "Now come on, Id ought he will be able to stop me from taking you." he said and smiled slightly. " I wouldn't doubt him" I say and look directly into his eyes, I will wait until I am out of here to tell him what I am .what HE made me into.a monster a freak... I let him take me into his arms I trust him I mean I have no choice in this matter It's either him or the master."your pretty" I say with a slight smile, if I had blood I would have blushed when I said that to him, yet I don't, and I haven't feed in months. I think. Alkaid chuckled and smiled, "you're not the first to say that, but it means a lot. Now come on, I need to get you out of here before he finds out." he said as he gently took her hand and pulled her too her feet. "But first this has to go." he said and grabbed the chain. It was old, and he wondered why she hadn't broken it before. He snapped it like a twig and smiled at her, making his face glow. "Now we can go." he said and took her hand, leading her to the door. I followed him out the door... Ohhh...he his is going to find out and be so mad "if he finds us.he will kill us and torture me." I say while trying to keep up with him. I was weak from not feeding my whole life--vampire life that is... I can here master coming our way."he knows" I whisper. And continue to follow this glowing man who has saved.or ruined my life. Alkaid smiled, "yeah and that is half the fun." he said and gently picked her up. She was moving to slowly, and he would be able to protect her easier if he was close to her. "Now just hang tight, you will be out of here in a few seconds." he said as he walked. When he saw the man he just looked at him. "I am taking her and if you try to take her you will find yourself dead." he said, his voice was cold and cruel, nothing like before. Then he continued towards the front door like nothing had happened. The master hissed at him and slashed him with his claws" You will not taker her away from me! I made her!" and he flew towards the glowing man.Oh, no... I scream when the man got hit by him" are you alright!?' I yell I cannot believe this is happening I mean I am not that important." It's all right you don't need to fight for me I'm nothing ok?" I say if I could cry I would be crying right now.no sobbing is more like it. Alkaid just laughed and got up. The man had gotten him on the cheek and blood rand down. "Nice hit, but you're not the first one to try to kill me." he said and the would already be started to heal. Angels always healed fast, and he smiled, "now let me try." he said and punched the man in the stomach, sending him crashing threw a wall. "You better stay down if you know what is good for you." " Leave the girl" he hissed" she is MINE I MADE HER!" but he stayed down he knew what HE was and what he could do. And he let him take her, he would find another girl before the night was over. I was surprised when his wounds healed instantly "wow" I say, I wonder what he is...he sent human nor is he a vampire. Huh.he left the old castle and went into the outside world. I freaked I haven't been outside before.well since I have been vampire that is. Alkaid laughed, "you may have made her, but that doesn't mean you own her." he said and walked outside with her. He chuckled slightly when she started to freak and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Calm down, little one, nothing is going to happen, not while I am here with you." he said with a smile and the glowing started to go down. "Sorry it's been.well all my life since I have been outside." I say and snuggle into his chest. I know it's going to be ok I am surprised my master.ex master let me go like that.this man MUST be powerful, to overrule HIM." I need to feed" I say. Furthermore, I knew with that remark he would know that he cannot keep me with him I'll bring danger to him. Alkaid chuckled and ruffled her hair gently. "Yeah I guessed that from how you look." he said, his voice still held the care in it from before. "And since it seems that we have no one nearby you can feed from me." he said and pointed to his neck. It would be risky, but she needed the blood badly. She looked as if she might die any second. "Just don't take too much of my blood, it can be very strong." he said as he looked at her. He.wants me to feed on him? "Well.um.ok..." I stood on my tippy-toes and put my teeth agents his neck NAD I bit down and fed."mammal" I moan he was wonderful, I don't think I can stop myself...."MMM mmm mmmmmmm mm" I keep moaning and drinking off his hod tasty blood, this was amazing... Alkaid laughed when he heard her moan and after about five minutes he gently pushed her away. "I think you have had enough, Angel blood can become addicting." he said as he looked at her. The bit mark on his neck was bleeding golden blood, and it slowly started to heal. He didn't want his new little vampire friend to crave his blood forever. "Sorry." I say "it was.amazing." I say and looked away embarrassed."why did you help me. I mean you know what I am ..." I say and look at the ground. I started walking forward.it was nice having some strength. Alkaid walked besides her and smiled a light and caring smile. "It was the right thing to do, and I can't stand to see people like that." he said as he walked next to her and smiled. She was nice, but she needed new clothing, a shower and more blood. "And it is an angles duty to help people, I might not go by that rule all the time, but I couldn't stand to see you down there." he said softly. I smile "thank you" and stopped and turned to him "I didn't choose this.so I'm not a monster." I say, and I get a wife of something horrible."oh my.is that ME?" and look at myself in disgust..." I am so sorry..." I look away with.horrified eyes. I smelt like rotten dead rat body...and you could imagine what It was like.downstairs.Louis. Alkaid laughed and ruffled her hair. "Yeah you are a mess, but I can change that." he said with a smile and put an arm around her shoulders. He started to stare her towards an inn that was in the distance and smiled. "What you need is a bath, some new clothing and more blood. Then you will be fine." he said as he looked at her. "a.bath?" I wasn't sure what that was... I thought real hard.and realized I knew what it was something I remembered from my human life." sounds wonderful" I say and follow him into the inn. "Wait. I don't have any money." I say almost to myself."I'm Sally by the way" I say with SMILE. Alkaid smiled and walked into the inn, "money isn't a problem." he said as he walked to the counter and got them a room. "And it is a pleasure to me, you Sally, I am Alkaid On Golding." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "Now let's go and get you cleaned up." he said as he made his way to there room. I liked his name, I followed him into the room and looked around "wow. This is way nicer than my old room" I say I hated that disgusting room I was in for months. I go into the bathroom and run the water" umm I don't have anything to change into after I wash up" I say he said we were going to get me some new clothes but we haven't yet so what am I supposed to wear after I wash? Alkaid smiled, "don't worry about that, I already have it planed out." he said as he looked at her. Part of him didn't get why he was caring for her so much after all these years of cheering on evil. He had helped in murders and other things but when he saw her there he instantly wanted to help her. Either something was happening to him or god was messing with him. "Now go and get washed up, there will be clothing waiting for you when you get out of the bath." I got into the tub, I had really pale skin.weird. The warm water felt awesome agent my dirtiness.after being in the tub for a while I came out to the room, in a pink towel"so where are these clothes?" I say with a smile. On the counter next to the skin where clothing. Their was a dress for her and also a pair of jeans and a white shirt. She could choose which one she wanted to wear. Alkaid laid on one of the beds in the room when he heard her, "check the counter, there should be a dress and some other clothing." he said looked up at the ceiling. "Ok" and I go to the counter, I choose the shirt and jeans. I go into the other room "taxa" I say with a sing-song like voice "how do I look and smell?" I say with a smirk. Furthermore, I hoped I had smelled way better than before. Alkaid smiled and got up. She looked beautiful in the jeans and shirt. He walked over to her and when he was less than a foot he took a deep sniff. "Nope, you smell like flowers, and you look wonderful." he said with a smile and looked into her eyes. I stared back "well.thanks." I say and laugh with a huge smile, I sniff him back"and you smell wonderful as well" I say licking my lip with a smirk. Alkaid laughed and ruffled her hair. "I will probably always smell wonderful to you. Angels blood is very good but is like school or like a drug to vampires. So never drink a lot from me, I don't want you craving my blood all the time." he said with a smile. "To late" I say and smile, "well darn.where else am I going to get food from?" I ask now pouting. Alkaid chuckled, she looked cute when she pouted. "You don't have to just drink blood all the time. You can eat human food, but you will still have to drink. " He said then ruffled her hair again. "And your right about that, so I will let you drink a little from me each day, but you can also drink animals blood if you want." "Ewwww" animals blood? I laugh "hmm human food...well since I was a human once I suppose I could try that"I looked at him and sniffed again." I think I'm addicted" and I smirk and head towards the bed to lay down. Alkaid laughed and jumped onto his bed. "Only after one feeding, wow I never heard of someone getting addicted so fast." he said as he laid on his bed and looked at her. She was beautiful, and he wondered what she was life before she was a vampire. "Really? Strange.you taste so good!" I laugh and roll onto my side, so I can face him. I was so glad he took me away from that.place." I am glad to have met you" Alkaid smiled at her, "yeah same here." he said apply. He knew that he had met her for a reason. "Now you better get some rest, I get you haven't had a decent night sleep in a long time." he said as he looked at her and smiled "ok night" I say and curl under the blanket and fell into a deep sleep, or should I say a dead sleep [[awesome pun!]] I the night went by fast, dreamless. It was like heaven. Alkaid smiled seeing her fall asleep. She looked peaceful and happy for once. BU the just laid there wide away for a little while. He was thinking about why he had taken such an interest in protecting this vampire. Either god had planed this or it was something else. After a while he soon fell asleep along with her and started to dream about her. When I awoke in the morning, he was right next to me. He was cute when he slept. I got a good whiff of him and started nibbling on him, he tasted SO good! I didn't bite afraid that I might wake him. Alkaid slowly started to wake up and chuckled when he felt her nibbling on him. He open done eye and looked at her. "If you need to drink that badly take only a little." he said and smiled at her. I said nothing ADN just bit softly and drank just enough to hold me for the day"MMM" I say and look up at him smiling, blood on my lips."good morning" I say and head into the bathroom to take a shower. Alkaid smiled and watched her go. "Morning." he said and smiled at he stood up and went over to the phone to order room service. He then looked over at her as she walked into the bathroom. "What would you like to eat for breakfast or is the blood going to hold you over?" he asked as he looked at her. "It should hold me for a while Bhutto, some Mexican food sounds dummy" and she turned and went into the bathroom and took a what seemed like a long hot shower. Alkaid nodded and ordered some Mexican food for her, and it soon came when she was still in the shower. He took some food and started to eat as she showered and turned the TV on. He had a feeling that for now on he would be with this vampire and be protecting her from everything. When she got out of the shower she put on a shirt and undies and went into the other room where there was some food waiting her "mmm smells great" and she picked up a plate and began eating "nothing beats Mexican food.except your blood of course" she said with a smirk. She had a feeling that he was supposed to save her...and stay with her. Alkaid chuckled and smiled at her. She looked great all cleaned up and in fresh clothing. "Yeah but you can't have my blood all the time." he said as he ate some of his Mexican food apply. He wondered what exactly would protect her would mean to him. What kind of people would come after her and if her old master would come after her. He just shrugged to himself and thought that he would just have to make sure that no one got there hands on her. "Awh why not?" I say with a shy smile and continue eating...the thought has crossed my mind.what if HE came after me? I mean I doubt it.but what IF HE did? Would allied protect me or just leave me? Alkaid chuckled and smiled at her, "two reasons, one if you drink too much in one sitting you could gain some of my powers and two if you drink too much I will get really weak and won't be able to protect you." he said as he looked at her. So he did want to protect me! "Well then that's settled" I say and keep eating, enjoying my meal very much, actually. Alkaid smiled at her and finished eating. "So what do you want to do after this since your free?" he asked her with a smile I really had no idea how to answer that." I don't know" I say honesty." I cannot remember what I was like when I was human...just a little bit. I think I went to a community college around town." I say trying to think hard."ah I want to go back to school, maybe someone will know me" Alkaid smiled at her, "sounds like a plan and on the way to school I can take you outs hoping if you like since you don't have a lot of clothing." he said s he looked at her. "Sounds awesome" I say and look at him, I finish my food and put the dishes away."when can go!?" I was excited! I might be able to get my life back.sorta.without the whole human thing.haha. Alkaid smiled and nodded, "yeah we can go." he said as he got up and walked towards the door. He was going to do everything in his power to make this, his, little vampire girl happy. "Yay!" I squeaked, I was SO excited! I would finally know who I was before everything... I hugged him, tight. Furthermore, I was so happy. Alkaid smiled and hugged her back. He then kissed her head and smiled, "I am glad that your happy." he said and started to lead her out of the door. I followed lived out the door, where we headed to his car," I didn't know you drove" I say smiling. I hopped in the car and buckled up. "So who are you to me? Like if they ask why your with me?" I ask curious as to what his answer may be. Alkaid smiled as he jumped into the driver seat and thought for a second. "Well I could be one of two things. One, I could pretend to be your brother or two, I could be your boyfriend. You pick." he SIAD as he started up the car and smiled at her. "Which would you prefer?" I say and smile at him. " I am fine with either" I say and wink at him, and then laugh. Alkaid smiled when he heard her laugh, it was like music to his ears. "I think I will go with the boyfriend one." he said as he drove and smiled at her. I smiled wide, I wonder why that is the one he picked? Heh. oh, well. I think we were almost there, it's been so long since I have seen other people....."OK the sweetie" I say and giggle. It was silly for me to laugh, but I couldn't help it. Alkaid smiled as he heard that, coming from her, it sounded nice. He soon drove past a school and smiled, "well that is the place." he said s he smiled at her. "Wow" Memories came back in a flash, I was in the main room, with a group of friends...they were telling me how they found my BF with another woman, I didn't believe them... I got upset, went to talk to him and caught him with my best friend Sam...and that same night I disappeared."WHOA" I say catching my breath... I was totally freaked out. Alkaid stepped on the breaks and looked at her worried. "are you okay?" he asked as he looked at her worried. I told him what I had just seen about everything that happened at school the day I disappeared. " I'm OK, I want to keep going" I wasn't OK.but I wasn't going to tell him that. Alkaid smirked, "if you think you can fool an angel your wrong." he said and reached over and gently tucked one of her hairs behind her ear. "Now please tell me if anything is wrong." "Well.its.that It was a bad memory is all..." I say when he parked, another one came."You're the bitch!" My boyfriend, Eric, said to me. I started to cry and asked why" I never loved you Sally...you wouldn't put out"he said with a smirk...and I ran.and ran. Alkaid saw her fall into another memory and was she started to cry he pulled her close. He didn't want to see her like this. He wondered what she was remembering that was making her act like this. I just cried into him..."Las go inside...you're going to be er act like my boyfriend." and they will pay. I thought to myself.they will all pay. Alkaid nodded and whipped away her tears, "okay, if you say so." he said and kissed her forehead. Then got out of the car and walked over to her side of the car and open it for her. "Thanks" and I got out of the car and headed for the school. I had a quick memory right before I entered "Please don't go!" on of her other friends said."he sent worth it!!" but I kept running."oh. I was going to marry him." I say out loud after my memory. Alkaid looked at her surprised but then wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I have no idea who you were going to marry but if he let this happen to you and let that man has you then he wasn't the right one." he whispered to her. He was right, but don't worry I'll figure something out to repay them" Yeah I know..." I walk inside where I see all of them eating lunch."that's them" I whisper...mmm did they smell good I thought to myself. Eric was still with Sam...ugh my stomach turned.now that I know who he is I remember almost everything... I think. A flash came..." Let her go, she's nobody..." he said to my friend."but what if something's happens to her?""nothing will besides.no one will miss her"I get angry and walk up to the table"Hi"I say smiling.[[can you play the others?]] ((yeah I can))Alkaid walked up besides her and stayed next to her. He was going to keep an eye on her and could feel the anger radiating off of her. They all turned and looked at her, surprise on some faces while others showed relief. Eric looked at her and smiled, "look who is finally back." but her one friend, Alice, smiled at her and quickly jumped up and hugged her, "where have you been?" "Just around" I say I could smell them all, and they smelled good. I look at Eric" This is my Boyfriend--er Fiancé I have been away with him, we are getting married this summer" I say and look at all of them in disgust."how have you all been? I am coming back to school for a while"I put my arm around Allied and kissed his cheek. Allied wrapped an arm around her and kissed her cheek. Then whispered into her ear, "calm down, I can hear the disgust in your voice." then kissed her ear to make it look like he was telling her loving words. Alices mouth nearly dropped and she instantly stood up and walked over to Alkaid to get a better look at him. Then turned to her, "you have to tell me everything, I mean where on earth did you find a guy like this." she asked. Eric glared at Alkaid then smiled at her, "that is great, we have missed you." " I'm fine" I whisper back and nibble on his ear. I could sense the anger and jealousy in Eric's voice, which I liked. I sat down next to Alice."sure, I'll tell everyone if they want to hear" I say and smile at my "fiancé" Alkaid sat down on the other side of Sally and smiled at her. He wondered how pretending to be her boyfriend had evolved into pretending to be her fiancé. He could feel Eric eyes digging into his head and wondered if he should say anything. Everyone at the table nodded and all the girls looked at Alkaid in amazement. He was like nothing they had ever seen, he looked other world. "Yes, we would all like to hear how you got to met up with him." Eric SIAD and Alice nodded apply. I hoped that he didn't mind pretending to marry me... What was I going to say to them..."well, after leaving school. I went to. England..." I began to say.ash shit. I had nothing!!! Arg. Ok well I'll turn what really happened into a lie he-he"and some crazy started talking to me and Allied came to my rescue, and we hit it off"I left out the specifics."so Eric...how are you and Sam" I look at them both with very intense eyes. Eric smiled, "things are going great." he said and put an arm around Sam, and she put her head on his shoulder. Alice looked at Sally, "I need details." she said sternly, she wanted to know everything. Alzeid smiled and knew that Sally had nothing so he would just have to talk. "Well you see in England she went to a bad town where any girl who is alone out at night usually disappeared. She didn't know that so she was out at night and was taken. I was out that night when I saw her get taken and went after them. I managed to get her away before they disappeared and while she still stayed there I watched over her. Furthermore, I didn't leave her side for a minute, and we gradually fell in love and I will now always be by her side." he said as he looked at everyone. Furthermore, I smiled at him, he was something else..." I am glad you too are doing good. I have been meaning to ask..." I say" How long were you two screwing behind my back before I caught you?" I knew this would be an awkward moment. Furthermore, I looked at Allied and whispered "It's alright I'm fine" I knew only he would hear me. Eric was surprised by the questions but right before he could answer Sam did, "well if you must know it would have to be a few weeks maybe a month." she said as she look that Sally. Alzied placed his hand on hers just in case she sang up and decided to bit anyone so he could pull her back. He did't want he rot attack anyone for if they found out about the vampire thing they would never want to be friends with her again. I hissed. And instead of continuing the conversation I stood up "I am starving, I'll be right back." and I got up and went to the bathroom to calm down.when I came out he was standing there waiting. "I am fine. Just getting thirsty is all"I say and grab his hand to go back to the table "I am glad you really just a slut Sam, and Eric... Hope she doesn't do the same to you, that you did to me, but on the bright side,I would have never met the love of my life" I say and kiss allied passionately and whisper" sorry" Alkaid was surprised but smiled, he had liked the kiss. "It is okay." he whispered back and kept his hand on hers. He didn't want anything to happen to her or her friends no matter how much they were annoying him with how they were acting with Sally back. Sam growled and stood up, "take that back, I am not the slut here you are. I am pretty sure that you just went OT England to be with hot men. How many did you sleep with while you where over there." she said with a smirk. Alzeid growled and shot a glare at Sam that made her back away. "If you talk to her like that again I will make it my personal job to make your life a living hell." he said as he looked at her. I was shocked and pissed all in one." Hey!' I growled almost showing teeth"you're the one who stole my boyfriend!! You worthless slut!" I hissed at Sam "besides you where hence WERE supposed to be my best friend!" I was so angry I could have killed her right then and there. Sam growled and got up, ready to fight, but Alice jumped in between them. "Calm down both of you." she said and Alkaid nodded, "yes I have to agree there." he said and put an arm around Sally. "Come on, let's get out of here. Your to thirsty to be around them now." he whispered to her and kissed her ear. He didn't want anyone to die today. "Fine" I pouted "see you all around" I say in a more of a threat. And I leave him, holding his hand if he let go someone would have died. When they got outside he looked at Sally and pulled his shirt away from his neck. "Drink, you need it now more than ever." he said as he looked at her and kept holding her hand. He didn't want anything OT happen to her if someone snuck up on them. Alice watched them go and followed them outside. But when she was Allied pull at his shirt and jumped behind a wall and looked around the corner. She wondered what was going on between them and why Alkaid was so protective of her and didn't let her out of his sight. "Ok" I say and bite down, his blood was better than ever, maybe that's because I am thirsty as hell.I drink from him for quite a while."mmm" I moan and keep drinking, I don't want to stop. I sense someone.but I am too thirsty to care.if its important he will surly sense it as well. And I'm sure when he feels like I have had enough he will stop me.I wish I had they will power...to stop. Alice stared at them and couldn't believe her eyes. Sally was drinking her fiancés blood and he had offered it to her. What exactly had happened when she was gone and did she have Alkaid under some kind of spell that made him want to give her his blood, to many questions spun in her head as she watched. Alzeid let her drink for a while since he knew for once and for all that there was no way she would be able to live without having a lot of blood in her. After a while he made her stop and smiled at her as the bit wound healed. "Feel better?" he asked as he whipped away some of his blood from her cheek. "Much" I say and wipe my mouth. I hugged him, and if I were human I would be crying..." Its.just I can't believe this...what.how could someone do this to me?" She whispered into his ear...nibbling on it. I liked doing that..." I'd like to ...go back...for schooling reasons..." Alkaid wrapped his arms around her and let her nibble his ear, he liked it. "Maybe they did this to you because they wanted to capture your beauty forever, and I will go where ever you want to go." he said as he looked at her. He would always be at her side no matter what. Alice just stood there, unable to look away. It was as if she couldn't look away and now they were talking as if this was normal. How long had this been going on? Was she planing on killing all of them or did she just enjoy being around them? She turned to leave but tripped over her own two feet and landed on the ground where they could see her. My head snapped when I heard something.it was Alice.she looked frightened I ran over to her"Alice are you ok?" I asked and helped her up...poor girl.she fell down pretty hard..."do you need anything?" She looked scared... I didn't know why... I hoped I could help her. I looked back at allied for answers. Alice was thankful for the help but quickly scrambled away from Sally and plastered herself to the wall. "Y-y-y-your a-a-a vampire." he managed to say as she looked at her. Fear covered her eyes and she clung to the wall desperately. Alzeid walked over and wrapped an arm around Sally's shoulders. "I think she saw." he whispered into her ear and then kissed it gently. "Uhh is this bad?" I look at him.with worried eyes." Alice.calm down...I'm not going to hurt you.if you come with me, I can tell you what really happened to me ok?" I reached out a hand to Alice. Alice reached out but then pulled back and looked at Alkaid, "your not spelled, are you? Like are you under her control and that is why you're letting her feed off of you?" he asked as she looked at Himachal shook his head, "no, I let her since she needs the blood, and it is easier this way." he said and smiled at her, "now come on, nothing is going to happen, Angels word." he said with a smile.Alice nodded and reached out taken Sally's hand, "okay let's go." I led her to allied car" I hope you know...well I want you to know I am not a monster." I looked away with sad eyes as we got to his car and got in..."do you want me to explain on the way.or when we get.to .where are you going?" I asked allied. Alkaid smiled at her and got in, "like I promise before, I am taking you outs hoping. You need new clothing." he said as he smiled at her. Alice nodded and got into the car, "okay so you're not a monster and could you start to explain now. I mean is your fiancé a vampire too or is he just a regular human like me or is he something else." she asked as she looked at Sally. I sighed, and started from the beginning "well, I don't remember much of that day at school... I caught Eric with Sam and ran off...the next thing I know I see my family being tortured.for 3 weeks then my master--the one who made me this way,feed off them in front of me and they made me what I am-- I started getting flashbacks about my human life and that led me here, he is an angel who found me, and he is not really my finance..." I say in a mouth full Alice could only stare at her and then at Alkaid for a while and sat back in her seat. "So that is why we didn't see you." she SIAD softly and then placed a hand on her shoulder, "I wish I could have stopped this from happening." she said softly but then looked at Allied, "and is he really an angel." Alzied smirked, "if the last time I checked I was, and I still have the wings to prove it." he said as he drove down the street. "Yeah but all of that is true, and I am the one who got her out of there and I have stayed with her to make sure that her life is better than before." he said with a smile Alice whispered into Sally sear, "but is he your boyfriend, because if he isn't then I will take him." "How could you have stopped it? I mean... Eric would have done it no matter what." I trail off gave Alice a soft friendly glare and whispered back,knowing he could hear what we are saying anyway "well.no...but..." is all I could say. Changing the subject."yes that is why I was gone for so long..." Alice nodded, "yes, he would have, but I think he is an idiot for doing it." she said and frowned when she heard how they were together and yet not together. "But I am glad that your back, I missed you and I tried looking for you." she said as she looked at her. Alzeid smirked when he heard then talk about him. "Yeah...so your still friends with him?" I ask."did anyone besides you.care?" I was getting upset.here I was tortured and missing for months and no one...NO ONE thought anything of it..." Alice...why did you follow me outside after I left"I wanted to know.it was her that I sensed...yet I ignored because she wasn't a threat. Alice sighed, "we all thought you had run away or something. But we all did care but the other gradually stopped thinking about you but not me since you're my best friend." she said as she looked at her. "But they others are glad that your back, they just are kind of surprised that you came back with a guy." she said as she looked at Allied and then looked at her, "I followed you because I wanted to make sure that you were okay and I also wanted to talk to you more and get all the details about your trip." "Ahh I see...do you know why Eric did this to me?""hey wait a minute! I am very capable of moving on! Jeeze what jerks!" I looked at Alice" I am glad To have you has best friend.""and look we get to go shopping together! Mmm Taco Bell sounds wonderful huh Alice?" I laugh looking at ailed, knowing he is going to have to pay for everything."Oh, and Alice...what was I like?" Alice smiled, "you were a nice girl and had great grades. You and Eric where basically the perfect couple till he decided to break up with you. You were very popular and all around nice person that made everyone smile." she said as she looked a Sally. Alzeid smiled as he listed he didn't mind that he had to pay, as long as it was for Sally. "Wow, that sounds nothing like me" I say and laugh" I mean... I am different in more than one way I suppose... I mean.look at me." I decided I wanted to go back to school, and continue to stay friends with Alice." Alice, I am coming back to school, and you have to keep this a secret, and I hope that you will hang with me, and remind me of those who I have forgotten" Alice smiled and hugged her with one arm as best as she could. "I would love that and why about you Alkaid, I mean you look as if your still supposes to be in high school so are you going to enroll?" she asked and Alkaid laughed. He laughed and laughed, "I may look young, but I am older then you two put together and everyone else in town. But I think I will go to school with you since I need to keep an eye on Sally." he said as he pulled into taco bell. "Great!" I say excited! This was going to be perfect!"allied...you're going to have to play pretend with me, I already announced that were supposed to get married. I'm.I'm sorry." I looked back at Alice and smiled at her."you smell good" Alice looked at her for a second, "in which way, Like does my blood smell good or do I smell good as in perfume." she asked as she looked at her. Alzied smiled, "it is okay, as long as I get to stay by you, I will be fine." he said as he smiled at Sally "MMM both" I say, and I smile at Allied, "OK" I say and kiss his cheek Alkaid smiled when she kissed his cheek and got out of the car, "now come on, I am hugely and could use a taco and I think you both could you some more clothing in my opinion." he said and smiled at them. Alice squeezed, she wished more men where liked Allied who would go and spend as much money on them as possible. She then jumped out of the car and smiled at Sally, "come on, I am starving." I laughed at Alice, she was so cute!"ok, ok ok sheesh I am coming!" I follow my 'boyfriend' into Taco Bell, and mmm something.wait someone smells almost as good as allied.and it's not the Taco Bell. I ignore it, I am not going to cause trouble for either of my friends."what will it be?" I say looking at Alice. Alice smiled, "I want a usual which is a taco with extra meat and cheese." she said as she smiled at her. Everything seemed to much better now that Sally was back and she had Alkaid. Alzeid got a feeling that made his feathers ruffle under his shirt. He was going to have to stay on his toes just in case anyone came. He knew that angels weren't allowed to let vampires drink form them, but he couldn't help it with Sally. Furthermore, he just wanted to help her any way he could. " I want four soft tacos, two burritos, and a large root beer" I say and smile. I could feel him.he was worried, and that smell got stronger...it almost hurt to breath. I smiled and waited next to Alice. Alkaid nodded, "okay so that makes five soft locos, five burritos and two large root beets and a taco with extra meat and cheese." he said to himself absently and was concentrated on the force that was coming close. He fished into his pocket a dpulled on four one hundred dollar bills and handed it to Alice, "here, pay for them. I have to go do something." he said and headed towards the other angel without saying another world. He didn't want them to get too involved if it ended in a fight. I looked an Alice" don't ask me... I have no idea what he’s doing"we paid for the food and waited for it, once it was done we grabbed it and sat down and again eating, I could hardly stand the smell... I needed to stay with Alice in case something bad went down"Alice if something anything happens stay with me, and stay close"I didn't like the smell so much anymore.it was suffocating...if the person with they blood came any closer.... Alice looked at her and nodded, "okay but what is happening? Did allied know something we don't?" she asked as she looked at Sally. Alzeid stood at the front of the door and wait for them. He knew they would come and he soon saw them. Angels. He then stood up straight and blocked their path. "What may I help you with?" he asked as he looked at them. I shrugged "I'm guessing so, but I smell others like him, but better and more desirable." Yes, they were here the ones with the blood....same as allied...I wonder what they want...I stood close to Alice as if protecting her "lets just eat and act normal" I say to her, eating my food. The smell was so strong, if the come in here....it won't be pretty Alice nodded and just ate like nothing was happening.The other angels looked at him and growled. "We got a report that a vampire was sighted here. You know that we must all tag Vampire so that we know where they are all at all times since they are immortal." he said as he looked at Alkaid. Alkaid nodded, "yes, I know that there is a vampire here and she is my responsibility. I am not going to tag her for she isn't going to do anything wrong. I am going to stay by her side for the rest of my life." he said, and they looked surprised. "But no angel wants to hang out around them." he said and Alkaid smirked, "all but me, I like to hang out around her, and she was just turned. If anything you should go and check out who changed her. I will keep an eye on her for now." he said, and the others looked at him and the one handed him a radio. "If anything happens call us." he SIAD, and they started to walk away. I ate all my food, it was an awkward silence between me and Alice..." So..." I said looking at her. The smell faded, and I felt like I could breathe again...it was such a nice feeling. Alice smiled and soon finished her food. "You have no idea how Boeing school had become without you there. It was like the fun was sucked out of everything and now you're back. SO maybe things will go back to normal now that your here." she said as she looked at her. Alzeid stayed outside to make sure that they didn't come back. He wasn't going OT let them tag her or hurt her. "Really? School SUCKED after I left?" wow that was kinda nice to hear..."well, I'll be back first thing in the morning, I'll just take the same classes as you, since. I have all the time in the world to figure out what I want to do with myself..." Alice laughed, "that is right, you do but what are you going to do after you finish school and everything?" he asked as he looked at her. Alkaid then came over and sat down next to Sally. "don't worry, they are gone." he whispered to her softly and kissed her ear. "don't know....is there something I wanted to be .before?" I had no Idea what to do with myself.... "well you always said that you wanted to go off and marry a T.V. star. But you also said you wanted to be a model. But that was before you know what happened, so I am not sure what you want to do now." she said as she looked at Sally. Alzeid sat down quietly and let them talk. He needed to figure out a way to keep Sally out of the hands of the other angels. "Well, I am ready to leave for the night..." I say "a model? HAHAHA don't make me laugh."and I giggle a bit.allied seemed distracted."is everything ok?" I looked at him worried.so I kissed his cheek. Alice smiled at the two, it was clear that they liked each other a lot. Alzied snapped out of it and smiled at Sally. "Yeah, everything should be fine." he said as he looked at her and smiled. She seemed to be able to drive everything from his mind with a simple kiss on the cheek. I waved my hand in front of his face" I said I am ready to go now"and I laugh at him.he was being so cute!"Alice do you need a ride home?" Alice nodded, "yeah I do." she SIAD as he got up and smiled at them. Alzeid slowly got up and smiled at Sally. "Sorry, I spaced out thinking about something." he said as he smiled at Sally. "And I have one more surprise for you after I drop of Alice and I hope you like it." he said as he smiled at her. "Surpise?" I asked.what could it be I wonder...maybe clothes.we never went shopping..."ok Alice, we'll take ya home, and Ill meet up with you in the morning?" Alice nodded as they got to the car and got in. They soon dropped her off and Alkaid started to head in a different direction then the inn they had stayed in. "I am sure that you will like this surprise." he said as he looked at her "where are we going?" I asked.this wasn't the way to the inn..... Alkaid smiled and then pulled up to a small little house. "We are home." he said with a smile. It was small but homey. "Since it seems that we are going to stay here for a while I decided that we might as well have a home." he said as he looked at her and smiled. I jumped into his arms"wow!!! This is amazing!!" I said and kissed him..." S--ss--sorry" I stammered and back away from him. I looked at the small house and sighed,,,it was so pretty. Alkaid just stood there for a minute then smiled. "It is okay, now that isn't all." he said and wrapped an arm around her waist and started to direct her into the house. Inside it was everything and anything someone wanted in the house.

The blessing a curse and a curse a blessing -Palmoun and vampirekiss_lover of matt Rp-|rating:3.0

When Trout and Raven Bicker (RobHumph & Luciferia)

When Trout and Raven Bicker Asia one on one by Lucifer and Rob Humph(( like to preface this with the admittance that this is thanks mostly to the Game of Thrones: Ascension game started by GnothiSeauton. Since this is just for myself and Lucifer, we have made every effort to differentiate it from that game in setup, since we wish to not interfere with it or use any characters we ourselves did not create or were created by GRRM. When Trout and Raven Bicker is set sixty-three years after the events of GRRM's A Song of Ice and Fire. The War of Five Kings ended in ice and fire, quite literally in fact. The ultimate victor of the conflict was her grace, Queen Daenerys Targaryen. First of Her Name. Queen of the Annals, the Royal and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. All others were cast down, the pretender Stands Marathon, the pretender Tom men Marathon and the Pretender Euro Grey joy. The War for the Dawn, the war with the Others, came next. And it, too, ended in fire, and in death. Much of the North was laid waste, the dead were beyond the count of grief. But in the fires of the dragons, the Others were pushed back, and the Wall rebuilt where it could be, and replaced with walls of stout stone where it could not be. The Night's Watch disbanded for their murder of Lord Commander Jon Snow, and reformed soon after for the eternal defense of the realm, as they once were. The golden age that followed was a thing of glory. Signed in marriage between two scions of Aeries II. Argon, son of Hangar, spirited away at the time of his supposed murder and raised in secret to be worthy of royalty, and Daenerys Storm born, the Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, and Peace bringer. Not since the days of Daenerys the Conciliator was there a time of such peace in Westeros, and nor was there a time of such change. In a single stroke, her grace decreed that all inheritance would be of the Cornish system, where the eldest child, regardless of their sex, will rule after their sire. Grumbles were heard, but such was the might of Dragon, Regal and Vision that none dared oppose her. Since then Westeros has known only peace, men have grown old and died without ever having to raise their arms for war. Chivalry, honor and other such wonderful things are the norm in this content land. And that... is where TTA Blackwood and Patryk Fully come in... (TTA Blackwood (#msg14739476)WEARING: Black Riding Gear (-- Black-and-Crimson Gown (| TIME: 349 AC | Supplication: Tavern on the Kings road (An Unexpected Guestbook MUSIC: Hum of the Streets -- FMA: Brotherhood OST (Patryk Fully (#msg14739485)(Blackwood arrived at the Dragons Head Inn precisely at midday, and though there was not a soul alive who would consider her a difficult or demanding traveler, by the time she and her cherry-haired escort SER Raoul (entered the inn, her brow was lowered in expectation of grime. There had been no shortage of shelter along the Kings road, and TTA had stayed under many roofs between here and Raven tree Hall – each one a cesspool of filth or moral decay. However, when her monstrous knight held the doors open for her, TTA stepped into an airy hall that smelled of fresh rushes and kidney pie. She exhaled in relief. This inn was farther brightest and cleanest of the entire journey. Hell, compared to some of the establishments she had dragged either of her brothers from, the Dragons Head Inn was a bloody oasis. After a short conversation and exchange of coins with the proprietor (a bald man with a hanging belly and squashed nose), TTA had acquired a private room complete with a bath that she wasmorethan ready to dip into. Once upstairs, she wasted no time sinking into the water until her head was completely submerged. Once soaked, she used a clean, raven-embroidered linen to swab over the smoothness of her cheeks and chin, assuring that her youthful face would not suffer any discoloration or blemishes from the ride. Fastidiously hygienic, TTA scrubbed dirt off of her pale skin with a bar of soap that vaguely smelled of lemons. While washing her body extra thoroughly, her pale eyes flickered to the window as she considered the purpose of her stay in Kings Landing. She had never appreciated the capital. In fact, mere mention of its name was enough to drudge up memories of rats, inequality, and the reek of shit and dead bodies that crept into her nostrils on her first visit to Kings Landing. Now, she was going to spend the next three months there, maybe even longer. Now that she was the age of maturity, there would be an entirely new set of duties thrust upon her in addition to being groomed to take her father’s seat: not only would she be expected to uphold a lord’s traditional duties, but those of a lady as well, and that meant matrimony. Tyta knew she wassupposedto be honored. After all, it was not every day that a young lady received a personal invitation to be hosted by the royal family, but TTA was too shrewd to foolishly assume her time with the Targaryen's was coincidental given she had turned 17 not three weeks ago. This was also to be her firstunsupervisedvisit – no father, brothers, or liege to oversee, only a small party of trusted retainers, and SER Raoul in entourage. She glared at the bar of soap as she used it on her hair until she could run her fingers through the white suds. If the new line of Dragons thought that they would find another ‘Missy’ Blackwood in TTA, they were sorely mistaken. She was worth more than the title of consort… Sighing, she rinsed her scalp with circular fingers as she tipped her head back. Whereas most 17-year-old ladies would be atwitter at the idea of being surrounded by the newest incarnations of the legendary Targaryen dynasty, forty, the summons left her feeling more like a prized ox at auction. Having dismissed her handmaiden in favor of some much-needed alone time, TTA dried off with a series of fresh linens and then pulled her long, pale tresses over one shoulder to begin brushing. Once through, her fingers quickly wove the locks into a thick braid that kept her hair out of the way while she dressed herself. Her outfits while on the road were less impressive than the ones she'd packed, but she had enough black-and-scarlet gowns (to select one suited to the Dragons Head Inn. By the time TTA emerged from her room, SER Raoul was downstairs, seated at the smallest table near the fire. It was a table that could only seat 6 comfortably if everyone were normally sized, but the ginger knight took up an entire half of the table himself. He grinned when he saw the Lady Blackwood descending the stairs, and poured her a glass of water from a pewter pitcher nearby.’M’lady!” he greeted in a booming voice, standing from the bench and then sitting after she had. In front of him were two large pewter plates of food that were both clearly for the massive redhead.“Good evening, SER Raoul,” she replied in kind, reaching for the goblet of boiled water and taking a satisfying drink. Ser Raoul’s beefy arm shot into the air to flag down the nearest server as she passed, who hurried over and bent over the table to give a view of her ample cleavage, and also to hear TTA’s request over the din.“Lamb’s pie and a glass of Cornish, please.” The girl nodded and then scurried to the kitchen, but only after pausing to let a handsome young lord who just entered cross the floor without her interference… (Patryk Fully (#msg14739485)WEARING: Noble Riding Attire (| TIME: 349 AC | Supplication: Tavern on the Kings road (And the evening was just starting to look up...MOOD MUSIC: Stronghold 2 OST - Minstrelsy (TTA Blackwood (#msg14739476)Patryk Fully was quite dreading his near future. Not for any sense of fear or apprehension, but more for simply not wishing to be doing this. Some may, somewhat accurately, call him petulant for having such an attitude towards his situation, but in his mind, it was a very much warranted sour mood. Summons from the Queen, something one could not just ignore. It did not on the surface appear to be anything even remotely serious, merely an invitation to spend some time at court and mingle with the royal house, but in a way that made it worse, he was being dragged from River run for what was essentially a prolonged social call rather than anything actually important."Oh, cheer up cousin." Patrek's cousin, Berwyn Fully, said perhaps sensing the bad mood from his own horse, or simply seeing the visible evidence. "It's a great honor for you and me. Will be good for you to see your future overlord. And might do you good to see if there are any eligible maidens, I tire of being your spare." A scowl was what Patryk gave to Berwyn, who simply chuckled in that way he always had whenever Branden had made some jape, or he made one himself. Despite it, the scowl faded quickly, he still loved his cousin dearly, even if he could be a right pain in the backside on occasion." How much further do you reckon?" Perwyn shrugged." A day's ride if we stop for the night. If not... we could be there for early morning, but we would need to ride throughout the night and I have no stomach for that." A low muttering from their three menservants and Berwyn's young squire, the son of Lord Darry and quite the little shit, suggested that Patryk's cousin was not alone in the reservations for stopping." There's an inn not too long up the road. Your brother and I stayed there on our own visit to the capital at your age."" Then we'll stay there,"Patryk said simply. At that, the menservants and Darry perked up, and they continued along the road in relatively high spirits. True enough, the inn was only a little further along the road. A pleasant enough place, homely and comfortable by the look of it. Above the door a sign carved into the likeness of the head of a dragon swung gently in the evening breeze and that, coupled with the amber sky above, made it all look like a place straight out of the tales of chivalry and adventure that so often sang in the halls of River run. This would be a good evening, Patryk thought. A warm fire, a comfortable bed and a hearty meal. Such had been the fare of much of the journey, save for the night before where they had been forced to camp due to Darry delaying them so much because the tom fool somehow managed to lose his horse. So a return to form was much welcomed. While Darry and the servants saw to the horses and baggage, Patryk and Berwyn both entered the Dragon's Head. Inside, it was a story similar to that of the outside, clean, pleasant and eminently liveable. The first call of business then, arrange for rooms. As heir to River run, such should be but as simple as asking for one. If that produced no results, then mishaps one of the other patrons would be willing to give up a room for a gold dragon. As such, Patryk walked towards the bar of the public house, noting an attractive blond who looked vaguely family- SHIT!" Perwyn!" Patrek whispered harshly to his cousin, grabbing his shoulder at the same time." What?" Perwyn replied in the same whisper. His answer only came in a gesture to the blonde woman. Tyta Blackwood. Gods Patryk did not need this. The evening had been looking up for the love of the Seven!" Don't say anything Berwyn, I'd rather not deal with her this day. Just stay quiet while I get us rooms." Patrek had hardly let go of his cousin to swiftly get the rooms before his hopes and dreams were dashed against the rocks." Lady TTA! Wonderful to see you!" Perwyn was greeting Blackwood warmly." Ser Raoul too! Patryk will be so glad to know you are here."... He would get Berwyn for this. That Patryk swore. (“Lady TTA! Wonderful to see you!” Immediately, SER Raoul turned on the bench to face the oncoming strangers, presenting a literal wall in front of the White Raven upon instinct. The young heir of Raven tree Hall was a lively hornet with words that often stung, so the landed knight was accustomed to putting his steel to the test in defense of her. Blinking at the unexpected use of her name, TTA’s dark eyes were curious as they shifted towards the voice, one that sounded awfully familiar... Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulder as she peered around SER Raoul’s imposing figure and spotted Berwyn Fully. She stood, immediately happy to see and receive him.“SER Berwyn! Well met...”“SER Raoul too! Patryk will be so glad to know you are here.” Tyta’s stomach twisted into a knot, and she felt her cheeks grow pink instantly upon seeing Lord Patryk Fully a few paces behind him. She had spent her entire life disagreeing with Patryk Fully. In fact, slapping him in the gods wood of River run was one of her first memories ever. She'd been but six-years-old (when Patryk had vexed her to such lengths that she gave him a well-deserved whack on the cheek. He learned right then and there not to belittle the lady's religion, and though Branden Fully (Patryk's elder brother, had sworn not to divulge TTA's misbehavior to their fathers, from that moment on the duo's pugnacious rows were all but a guarantee whenever they were in one another's company for more than just a few moments. Even now, TTA experienced visceral reactions to him in the form of a sunken hollowness in the depth of her stomach and an anger that manifested in pinkness on her skin. She swallowed and prepared herself for what was certain to be a less pleasant evening. Her lips pulled to the side for a moment as she fixed SER Berwyn was a displeased look.“SER Berwyn, I think we both know he will not be,” she replied, taking her seat. Ser Raoul however, was delighted at the happenstance reunion, and stood from the bench to clap a mighty hand onto SER Berwyn’s shoulder in an enthusiastic greeting. “SER Berwyn, you old dog! Have ya put up yer lance for long enough to have a bit o’pie?” Ser Raoul’s blue eyes were twinkling as he finally let go of Berwyn and addressed Lord Patryk once he noticed the young man.“Milord,” he said with a respectful inclination of his head.”If ya’d like TER to join us, we’d be honored.” Tyta could feel her jaw tighten at the unwanted invitation and glared at the back of the knight’s head. Why couldn’t Berwyn have been riding with Lady Beta and their adorable two-year-old son, Axel? Both his wife and child were a delight, andunlikehis insufferable cousin, Berwyn was a good-natured man with far more kinship with humor than most. However, his company often came with the risk of exposure to Patryk as well. She eyed the cousins as they approached, the hunger in her growling its disapproval just in time to receive her Cornish wine. She took a drink from the goblet and then placed it nearby. As much as she had wanted to relax this night, in the presence of Patryk there were likely to be disagreements and for that, she needed to be sharp.“SER Berwyn, Lord Patryk,” she greeted, setting her goblet down and locking eyes with the Brooding Trout. She licked her lips to speak.“To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?” (for his part seemed to be greatly amused by the pink glow that had begun to form on TTA's cheeks, and as he sat down he wore a look that might be affectionately called the smuggest smile to ever exist, even accounting for all the denizens of the seven tells. The smile only grew as TTA scolded him, and it was quite clear he found it quite adorable. "Oh come now. His grimness grows on you." He said while giving Patryk, who was glaring daggers at him, a wink. The Fully cousin did falter for a moment as the hand of one of the largest men in the River lands impacted on his shoulder. The wince that followed was swiftly replaced with a happy smile though, now devoid of the smugness since he could now converse merrily with Raoul and at the same time witness the wildfire he had lit with TTA and Patryk. "Easily long enough for some pie old friend." He laughed." Thank you, SER Raoul," Patryk said with terse words as he was invited to join them as well. Though he still made sure to get himself and Berwyn some rooms, as well as order something to eat, he made his way to TTA, however, reluctantly. She was stunning, as she always was, and it only irritated him more. Why couldn't she be homelier? To match that attitude of hers. But no, she just had to be the most beautiful woman he knew, she just had to inspire those bloody feelings in him. It only made everything that much worse. Oh well, he eventually forced himself to think, at least she'd be pleasant to look upon as they argued. As he sat he looked grimmer than usual, and all at the table could say with complete certainty. He seated himself on the other side of the table to TTA, whilst Berwyn was to the side of Raoul, leaving the heir of River run as the sole occupant of that side of the table. At TTA's question, Patryk's face adopted his usual annoyed expression, which for once wasn't directed towards TTA herself. "Not off to Storm's End, as I suspect you'd prefer, TTA. Royal invitation from the Queen herself. Were I not knighted already I suspect I'd be forced to squire for one of the silver-haired brats we have for princes." (White Raven and Brooding Trout had ever struggled to see matters from the other’s perspective. Their verbal rows were all but surefire when they were forced to cohabitate for more than a few moments, to the point where most thought (and hoped) that the pair would avoid each other whenever possible but alas, it did nothing to deter them from sharpening their tongues against each other’s whetstones at every given opportunity. As Patryk’s boots thudded closer, TTA’s body drew tight like a bowstring, and she sat up straighter at once, as if someone had suddenly yanked the laces of her dress. Her shoulders pulled back, neck elongated, and she instinctively licked her lips in preparation of what was sure to be a pleasant conversation’s involvement into spirited debate.“Oh come now. His grimness grows on you.” Tyta’s brows lowered over her dark eyes as Berwyn made merry of her, but she took it in stride, accustomed now to his brand of humor.“Like a choking vine,” she replied sharply, though she cracked a smirk at her own joke and allowed it to spread until she was smiling fully – an indication that her barb should not be taken seriously. Poking fun at Patryk Fully had become a favored pastime of TTA’s, one that she excelled at without much effort, so when the heir of River run joined the table with a noticeably sour expression, she indulged in a celebratory sip of wine. Ser Raoul sat onto the bench once again, this time leaving enough room for SER Berwyn to join while Lord Patryk took up a spot respectfullyawayfrom both knights and TTA. In an effort to avoid unpleasantness before it was altogether certain, SER Raoul took the helm.“Blimey, I can’t remember the last time I have seen ye both,” He mused, scratching his ginger beard and looking skyward.”Or if there was ever a time when it were just the four o’ us!” He laughed thunderously after a second and slapped his hand against the table with a loudWHACKwhile his face shone red with a bright smile.“No matter, it’s been too long, if ye ask me!” For a single moment, one that felt as if it could hang in the air between them for all eternity, TTA’s eyes locked onto Patryk’s and SER Raoul’s voice was lost. Ordinarily, when she looked at Patryk, she felt annoyed, but their renewed proximity reminded her of the warmth of his familiar brown gaze, and the dark stubble that now hung on his cheeks. Instantly, her cheeks blanched red, and her mouth went dry, forcing her to swallow while her stomach flipped over end as if she’d been hoisted into the air.“Not off to Storms End, as I suspect you’d prefer, TTA. Royal invitation from the Queen herself. Were I not knighted already I suspect I’d be forced to squire for one of the silver-haired brats we have for princes.” Tyta felt a hollow pit begin to open in her stomach and her pink face turned pale once more as she looked suddenly to Lord Patryk without a glint of mischief in her dark eyes.“You’ve received an invitation from Queen Daenerys?” she sounded somewhat panicked, or perhaps perturbed... (“Like a choking vine,”"Vines that often bear fruit, Lady TTA," Berwyn said with a small laugh as his jest was met with a barb. He had grown too used to their bickering to be phased by any of it, and in fact, enjoyed it immensely as a spectator sport. Patrek's response of a scowl aimed at his cousin was cut short by the loud musings of the equally loud Raoul. While both Fully men were similarly used to his bravado and good spirits, and both smiled to him (one more earnestly than the other, for Patryk's smile, was wafer thin), only Berwyn was not caught off guard by the sudden jolt the table experienced when the massive hand of Raoul came crashing down. In preparation, he had lifted pre-emptively lifted TTA's drink to avoid its spillage, deciding to leave Raoul's to the fate its master had in store for it. Patryk meanwhile, was clearly not expecting it and jumped slightly at it.“Blimey, I can’t remember the last time I have seen ye both, or if there was ever a time when it were just the four o’ us! No matter, it’s been too long, if ye ask me!” While Patryk tried to regain his composure, Berwyn set TTA's drink back down and nodded in agreement with Raoul. "It most certainly has, my good SER. Tell me, have you tested your lance recently? I hope to show the folk of the capital and the other kingdoms what we river men can do with lance and sword and mace!" He said, quite eager to get to talking about things he was comfortable with. As the two knights went about their own discussions, Patryk had his attention on TTA. He could see as clear as day that he had already annoyed her by the red of her cheeks. Gods, no matter what he did she always got like that, always finding something to be irritated by. Though... it did not make her look unattractive, quite the opposite. And that it did much vex him.“You’ve received an invitation from Queen Daenerys?” Her tone confirmed it. He had annoyed her. Oh well, might as well stoke the already lit fire. Wasn't exactly hard he simply had to be himself, apparently. "Yes. Invited to spend a number of months there, as a member of the royal court and other some such things. Father was delighted, thought it would do me well to get to know my future liege. I suppose the same goes for you?" (“Vines that often bear fruit, Lady TTA.” Instantly, TTA spluttered, her porcelain cheeks reddening until they were as dark as the scarlet of her house. It was clear that SER Berwyn meant only to imply that TTA and Patryk’s proximity often yielded success, which was true, but his colorful word choice sparked all manner of carnal ideas to take root in TTA’s fertile mind. The thought of Patryk Fully suddenly discarding his Stoic demeanor in favor of slaking his lust into her and leaving her womb full of seed made her whole body feel hot, as if she were stifled in her modest clothes. Curse you SER Berwyn for planting such thoughts in my mind. For once, TTA did not have a quip at the ready and was more than happy to let that part of conversation wither and die so as not to attract any further attention to herself. And curse this godforsaken pale skin for betraying my thoughts! Though momentarily cross at him, TTA was grateful that SER Berwyn lifted her drink from the table, or else SER Raoul’s mighty hand would likely have upended it, whereas his goblet jumped and lost some of its contents but remained upright. Unlike Patryk, after 17 years in the company of SER Raoul, TTA remained unperturbed by the knight’s unrestrained exuberance. After all, she’d been raised around men and boys and had stopped flinching when they raised their hands and voices ages ago, so when Berwyn placed the goblet back down, she reached for it to take a drink. Forget being sober, she could use the wine to explain the rouge on her cheeks. Her thoughts just then had beenmostimpure, and it had taken little prompting, a fact for which she felt sheepish. Not only was Patryk Fully a man who had been a thorn in her side since she’d slapped him in the gods wood thefirsttime, but he was to be her liege and as such, she couldn’t afford to entertain lecherous thoughts about his dark eyes or strong arms...“It most certainly has, my good SER. Tell me, have you tested your lance recently? I hope to show the folk of the capital and the other kingdoms what we river men can do with lance and sword and mace!” Ser Raoul laughed and picked up his goblet to take a hearty swig before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.“My lance is a bit rusty and the horse ain’t as fast as she used to be, but my sword and mace are more than ready to smash some helmets in!” Tyta returned her attention to Lord Patryk after the momentary disruption from the knights as they brought out the merriment in one another. She took a sobering breath and briefly touched her cool hand to her warm face to try and remove what remained of her shameful flush while she listened.“Yes. Invited to spend a number of months there, as a member of the royal court and other some such things. Father was delighted, thought it would do me well to get to know my future liege. I suppose the same goes for you?” She sighed.“Yes.” She confirmed with a small nod.“It is, of course, a great honor to be summoned, or at least it will be as soon as I stop feel like chattel at auction.” Her dark eyes flickered to his, and she offered a wry grin.“So, shall we at least pretend to be friendly with one another for the royal family?” (was at once confused and slightly amused by how much TTA reacted to his jest. He had expected something, a slight reddening or some clever quip sent in reply, but this was quite beyond his expectations. So after a short, while his confusion faded to be replaced by a look of smug satisfaction that his little ploy had worked and he laughed. He did not see the deeper meaning to her reaction, just that it had worked. And despite it all, he did still save her drink from SER Raoul, some things were just uncouth. Trading jests were one thing, but allowing a ladies drink to fall victim to the earth-shattering mirth of Raoul was quite another."“My lance is a bit rusty and the horse ain’t as fast as she used to be, but my sword and mace are more than ready to smash some helmets in!” The smile of the older Fully was once again drawn to Strong-arm. "Good, good! You shall have the melee and I shall have the lists. Between us, my good SER, we shall dominate these pampered city folk!" Patrek meanwhile, it was plain to see, had been trying to ignore the more rough and rowdy pair of their small party. As TTA spoke he took a nice long gulp of the local ale, or what little of it had survived Raoul. Trying to think of that rather than how the redness in her cheeks was rather adorable.“Yes. It is, of course, a great honor to be summoned, or at least it will be as soon as I stop feel like chattel at auction. So, shall we at least pretend to be friendly with one another for the royal family?” That bloody grin of hers. "Pretend?" Patryk said with the slight scowl that was his resting expression whenever he failed to hold a smug smile. "And here I thought we were such famous friends. Oh very well, though it wounds my oh so delicate feelings to think it is a mere fantasy, I shall be your friend in the capital." His smug smile returned slowly as he said this, only to drop right at the end before t became altogether more serious. "Joking aside, I will, TTA. We'll know no one there. I've never even been to King's Landing before now." (“Pretend? And here I thought we were such famous friends.” Tyta smiled in return, but her expression was too saccharine to be genuine, and accompanied by a sharp exhale through her nose to indicate she caught his sarcasm.“Certainly no one thinks I have such poor taste,” she interjected, her eyes sparkling. Despite the whiplike prong of her tongue, as she wielded it against her future liege, the redness in her cheeks subsided, and her body shifted to face Patryk, who was frowning again. It was a look she’d grown familiar with over the years and if truth be told, of his two key expressions (the other being a smug grin that made her want to slap him repeatedly), she thought she preferred him sullen.“Oh, very well, though it wounds my oh so delicate feelings to think it is a mere fantasy, I shall be your friend in the capital.” Folding her arms over her chest, she actively tuned out the booming bass voice her oversize knight, watching as Patryk’s superior grin spread across his stumbled face like fire over a dry meadow. She rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her wine.“You can imagine my great relief.” Her intonation was bored, dismissive even, and yet there was no mistaking the dark glint in her eyes whenever she had an opportunity to toss barbs at Patryk Fully.“Joking aside, I will, TTA.” Sobered by the sudden sincerity, TTA took a sip of wine to cleanse her tongue of the acid she had prepared for her next rebuttal.“We’ll know no one there. I’ve never even been to King’s Landing before now.” Glancing to see that the knights were still busily conversing with one another, she licked her lips, as if she were contemplating saying something. Her smile pulled one corner of her mouth up as she drummed up a memory.“Father took us once, long ago. The twins couldn’t have been much older than four and they cried day and night. Gods, I hated that trip. All I can remember is how badly the city stunk and how many poor people there were, lined up, starving on the streets.” TTA glanced up as the same serving girl from before returned with her supper of lamb’s pie. TTA nodded her gratitude and lay her linen napkins across her lap.“In a place like King’s Landing, we’ll need all the friends we can gather. I don’t see why we shouldn’t call a small truce…for the duration of our stay. There’s no reason prove to the royal court that we aim to be as quarrelsome as river lords are known to be.” (“Certainly no one thinks I have such poor taste,” As Berwyn and Raoul continued whatever boastful and merry argument they felt like, Patryk rolled his eyes at TTA's replies to what he thought was some rather nice wit, but then again everyone was a judge.“You can imagine my great relief.” Another eye roll, though this one was a tad more theatrical than the last. They were settled back into their usual routine of trading jabs and remarks and even Patryk had to admit he enjoyed it for the most part. It was not always the case, of course, in the beginning, he had truly despised it, but as they had grown, and more specifically ahead grown it had become something of a highlight. However, it would remain a highlight that could easily rouse him to irritation. He noted the small smile as TTA explained her previous visit to the capital, and for once he very earnestly listened, making no attempt to hide such.“Father took us once, long ago. The twins couldn’t have been much older than four and they cried day and night. Gods, I hated that trip. All I can remember is how badly the city stunk and how many poor people there were, lined up, starving on the streets.” The arrival of her food interrupted her, and Patryk made a mental note to order some for himself later.“In a place like King’s Landing, we’ll need all the friends we can gather. I don’t see why we shouldn’t call a small truce…for the duration of our stay. There’s no reason prove to the royal court that we aim to be as quarrelsome as river lords are known to be.”" A small truce." Patrek visibly mulled it over for a while, purely to draw it out, before he nodded." Very well. And yes, probably best we don't live up to that insulting term the Master's conjured for our suffering realm. I think even the Wester lands would be quarrelsome if they were insulted and belittled by the histories." He caught himself before he devolved into a full-blown rant, as was his custom." We shall be like brother and sister then." He smirked and held up his ale mug for TTA to hit her own against." A truce for the capital, may they quake at our coming." (“A small truce…” When he did not answer her straight away, TTA busied herself with the food on her plate, using a dull knife to cut through the rather tough crust to the lamb’s pie she’d ordered. Still, it was better to struggle with her cutlery than it was to show Patryk just how irksome she found his hesitation to agree. Couldn’t he make things easy, for once? Truly, she swore he did things like this with the sole purpose of eliciting a reaction out of her. She stabbed a piece of meat underneath the crust. It’s going to be like this all summer, isn’t it? Finally, he nodded.“Very well. And yes, probably best we don’t live up to that insulting term the Master’s conjured for our suffering realm. I think even the Wester lands would be quarrelsome if they were insulted and belittled by the histories.” Tyta exhaled in amusement at Patryk’s uncanny ability to turn even the tamest conversation into an opportunity to bemoan, well, everything. She set her fork and knife down and dabbed at the corner of her mouth before speaking.“You’re getting much better at quelling your tongue.” The compliment was backhanded, intentionally so, but her tone was light, and she did not linger on the topic.“The capital may survive you yet,” she teased, lifting her cup to take a sip, eyeing Patryk from over the rim while the wine reflected a glint to her eye.”Though I hope you find it within yourself to behave better than my own brothers.” Her arm gracefully extended, and she knocked the edge of her goblet against the side of his mug with a pleasanttock. If there was one subject on which the trout and raven could usually agree, it was that Byrne and Kristof were a pair of wild beasts. After another few introspective bites of pie, TTA posed another idea.“In fact, I think we will make a grander impression if we arrive at King’s Landing together. Whatever your schedule is, we can keep up.” She assured, glancing to SER Raoul, who was busily regaling SER Berwyn of a boar hunt that ended in a jabbing pantomime and a frighteningly realistic squeal. Her mouth set into a thin line, but she did not scold the knight for enjoying himself with an old friend. As TTA took another sip of wine, she felt the familiar warmth across the surface of her pale skin that any amount of wine resulted in. Though far from drunk, the Lady Blackwood did not partake in much wine, least of all in mixed company, and felt its effects more strongly than she expected. Clearing her throat, a thought crossed her mind, and before she could take it back, her lips had followed suit. “Imagine, when we return to our homeland, we may both be betrothed.” A split second hung in the air before she hastily added“to other people…!” (“You’re getting much better at quelling your tongue. The capital may survive you yet,” Her response to him catching himself was met with another roll of the eyes. Oh, Patryk knew he could waffle on till the small hours of the morning about various injustices and other similar things. He knew to that despite her teasing that she enjoyed it, for often she would return his arguments with her own, or mishaps it was just to spite him, could be either in all honesty. He was pleased, however, to see that his deliberate attempt to get a rise out of her with his mulling had succeeded, at least in part.“Though I hope you find it within yourself to behave better than my own brothers.” The words had barely left her lips before Patryk scoffed at them, doing his mightiest to look offended that she would even bring up the comparison." You wound me, TTA. You know full well I would have to actively try to be a vitriolic little git to be as bad as your kin." He brought his cup back from the clicking agreement, bringing it up soon after to drink from it." Besides, I did not being nearly enough black clothing with me."“In fact, I think we will make a grander impression if we arrive at King’s Landing together. Whatever your schedule is, we can keep up.” A slight distraction had arisen in the form of the large redheaded Raoul imitating the death throes of a boar, but Patryk still heard TTA and nodded along." I do not disagree. We shall head out from this place together come morn, or even the morning after if you need some more rest. We do not have any set time to be there, the weather being what it can be." TTA's next comment, however, took Patryk by quite the surprise. “Imagine, when we return to our homeland, we may both be betrothed.” Where once a smug smile had been growing on his face a new one of slight confusion and perhaps the smallest amount of redness in his cheeks, especially when it hung in the air. Her hurried correction only worsened it for a moment, before it faded and Patryk began to smile again in that way he always did." To other people, of course,"Patryk said with a chuckle, which event him a glare from Berwyn who had glanced over after TTA's not so quiet correction." After all, we are to be like brother and sister, are we not?" He was moderately sure this would earn him a slap at some point, and a deserved one at that. But he simply could not resist, and deep down within himself, he had to admit he was intrigued by her idea. Not that he allowed himself to show that. (Raoul side-eyed his fellow knight after the awkward moment between their charges. “So…” he began, and then began making idle small talk in efforts to draw attention away from the fact that the whole table had seen and heard what just happened. Tyta’s cheeks were filled with fire and shame, and she busied herself in her plate to avoid Patryk’s gaze. He already made sport of her by rolling his eyes and intentionally ruffling her feathers, she didn’t need the further torture of letting the git think she found him handsome. There were enough ladies in the River lands alone for the stubborn ass to choose from, and they were about to be surrounded by many more. Her eyes narrowed upon Patryk when he quipped about their acting like brother and sister, fingers itching to reach out and wipe the smugness off his face with a single stroke.“It seems the gods see fit to burden me with brothers who only bring me strife.” She sighed, and then figured she had better carry on with conversation to avoid that awkward exchange to be the last thing that hung in the air.“That’s the point of this whole thing, isn’t it? My father tried to act like it was a political errand, but it’s not political to laze about all day.” Against her better instincts, she took another sip of wine.“I know what is expected of me. I’m to find a husband who won’t mind taking my name and letting me rule.” Tyta said the words hollowly, knowing them to be true. Her cheeks were slowly returning to their normal color, though a certain rosiness from the wine remained. This was a reality that she had always dreaded, and when she looked in her future, she knew that a marriage for love would never be in it, and that knowledge would likely come to fruition this summer.“I can only imagine what my options are going to look like,” Tyta said, consciously steering her tone into one that was lighter than the dark undertone of her earlier statement.”Perhaps I’ll come home with a Grey joy just to make him angry,” she said, laughing and shaking her head before inhaling deeply and letting it out.

When Trout and Raven Bicker (RobHumph & Luciferia)|rating:3.0

Mother and Daughter (closed thread for Calyxxx and sharingfantasies)

IOC: Dave is meeting a blind date at a bar/restaurant. He is six feet tall, dark brown hair, blue eyes, mid 40s. I sat at the bar checking my watch for the seventh time. I was nervous. A friend of mine had set me up on a blind date for me and said I wouldn't regret it. I was wearing my business suit and wishing I had changed before coming here. She was to be wearing a red scarf and that would tell me that it was her. Ellen Barkley48 years old, widowed mother of 1 daughter5'7 brown hair, green eyes145lbs 38dd 29 39-________________________________________________________Ellen was nervous as she stood in front of the mirror, one hand on her stomach, looking at her daughter lying on the bed. "I don't know if I can do this blind date thing. I haven't been on a date since I was younger than you are now. Do I look all right?" Ellen turned slowly back and forth. She didn't have the figure she had 30 years ago, she had a little middle-aged spread here and there, but she went to the gym a couple of times a week and ate healthily. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't model thin either. Her blueprint dress fit well, cut on a bias hem that fell just past her knees. The red scarf worn around her neck was both an accent piece and her signal for her date. Her sheer stockings and blue heels seemed appropriate for a date, but she wasn't sure. "Are you sure I look all right?" she asked her daughter again. Her daughter laughed as she took Ellen by the shoulders and pushed her towards the door. Although she had her own apartment now, she had come by to lend Ellen her support for the first date Ellen had had since her husband died three years ago. Ellen picked up her purse, made sure her cell phone and keys were inside, then with a deep breath and a quavering smile, she kissed her daughter's cheek and left. Once she was on the road her nerves got worse. "What was I thinking when I agreed to meet Sue's cousin?" Sue was a co-worker who had painted a picture of her cousin as someone that was totally wonderful but lonely since his own marriage had ended. "I guess his loneliness struck a chord in me," Ellen admitted to herself. She pulled up to the restaurant and turned off the key. Then sat there a few moments. She thought about her husband and what a wonderful life they had had. She knew he would want her to move on, but it was hard. Furthermore, she missed him but had reached the point where the memories were good, and the pain had eased. Furthermore, she wasn't sure what she wanted, but she knew that being alone wasn't it. Adjusting the red scarf slightly, she got out of the car. With another deep breath, she braced herself and then made her feet move. "Right, left, right, left." Counting out the steps made her smile and she entered the restaurant door with the grin still showing. She paused near the entrance to the bar/restaurant and looked around. She knew nothing about him other than he had dark hair and was "lonely". Looking quickly over the other men at the bar, she decided the description fit at least half of them. She sighed softly, there was no way of knowing if he was there or hadn't arrived. She turned to walk over to a bench in the small waiting area. 24 year old daughter of Ellen long brown hair, brown eyes5'3", 115 lbs, 34C, 28, 36----------------------------------Laura again reassured her mother as she ushered her through the front door and handed her the car keys." Mom, it's just a date. You'll be fine, you look great, go have fun!" With that she closed the door behind her and ran back to her mothers room where she flopped onto the bed. It was nice when she came home for a while, sometimes she missed the familiar smells and sounds of living in the same house as her mother. Her own apartment was always cold and quiet. Tonight she would stay here, keep her mother company as she got ready for her blind date, and be there to talk with her when she got back. She climbed under the covers and flicked the TV on, settling on a crime drama. Dave Wallace saw my blind date arrive and look around. I realized there were several men here in business suits. She turned around and sat down in the waiting area. I got up and walked over to her. She was wearing a blue dress with matching stockings and shoes and the red scarf. I held out my hand and said 'You must be Ellen. I'm Dave Wallace, Sue's cousin." She smiled up at me and I suggested that we find a booth to get something to eat. We were shown to our table. We sat down, and the waiter brought out some ice water and the menus. I looked at my menu and a few moments later asked "Do you see anything you like?" I looked up and smiled at her, waiting for her answer. Ellen Ellen hadn't been sitting for more than a minute or two when she was approached by a very nice looking man. He introduced himself, and they went to one of the tables. After ordering, they talked about the usual things, his work, hers which was Dental Assistant. They talked about family, she told him about her daughter who was not only her daughter but now that they were both adults she had become a friend also. The waiter brought their food. Ellen was impressed with Dave's manners. He was very polite towards the waiter and that was a huge plus in her eyes. She truly dislikes people that were inconsiderate to others. She had been so nervous but Dave made her feel comfortable, and she relaxed. They compared work stories that made both of them laugh. By the time dessert had come, they were talking about favorite authors. Ellen was surprised at how fast the time went, how much she was enjoying herself. She smiled at Dave and said, "I am having a wonderful time. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I admit I had reservations about a blind date, but this has truly been a lot of fun." Ellen hoped that Dave had enjoyed the meal also. She really liked him and wanted to get to know him better. Dave Wallace The meal went by quickly, as we exchanged war stories from work. She was a Dental Assistant, and I was an Accountant. We talked and joked, and I really enjoyed meeting Ellen. We were talking about our favorite authors as desert arrived. I mentioned to her that I was just beginning the new novel by David McCullough and had gotten a new book about Dracula by a female author, whose name I couldn't remember. She said" I am having a wonderful time. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I admit I had reservations about a blind date, but this has truly been a lot of fun". I smiled back at her and said "Well, thanks for the complement. Blind dates can be very awkward. I would like you to know that I am having a terrific time. I would be glad to see you home, if I may, and I would like to see you again." Ellen Ellen was having a terrific time. They had talked about so many topics she felt she knew him well. She was a little concerned that she might be coming too attracted to him too soon, after all this was her first date. When he asked to see her home, she paused at first, some guys thought dinner meant sex. But she really hadn't gotten the feeling that he felt that way and, she remembered, Laura was there." I would enjoy getting to know you more. I am sure the restaurant would like to use their table for someone else," she grinned. "Would you like to follow me home? I could make some coffee if you wanted to talk a bit more. I would love to introduce you to my daughter, Laura, if she is stilt here." Dave She replied "I would enjoy getting to know you more. I am sure the restaurant would like to use their table for someone else. Would you like to follow me home? I could make some coffee if you wanted to talk a bit more. I would love to introduce you to my daughter, Laura, if she is still there." I said "That would be terrific. Furthermore, I would love to meet your daughter and talk more." I settled the bill and followed her to her car. Furthermore, I opened the door for her and showed her where my car was and told her to "lead the way". Furthermore, I got in my car and followed her out of the parking lot back to her home. She pulled into her driveway and I parked along the street. I got out and walked up her driveway to meet her at her car. Laura woke with a start and blinked her eyes. The TV still on, was showing infomercials, and the clock beside her was saying it was much too late. She stretched and stood, turning the TV off as she did.' Hmm. Mom will be home soon, AMD if her date went well, maybe he'll be with her! I should give them some privacy.' She thought to herself as she gathered her coat and keys. Her Mom didn't often date, and she didn't want to be a wet blanket if it happened to be going well. Finding a pad of paper and a pen, she left a note for her mother on the fridge:"Mom, Hope your night went well, call me tomorrow! I'm sure we have lots to talk about. Me." Throwing her coat around her shoulders, Laura left and went to her car to drive the 10 minutes home. Ellen Ellen drove carefully, keeping one eye on the mirror so that she didn't lose Dave. He seemed like a really nice man, and she was glad they had met. When she pulled into the driveway, Dave walked over to her car and opened her door for her. She smiled at him as she slid out of the seat. It had been a very long time since someone had opened her door for her. Unlocking the door, she led the way into the house. She glanced around to see if it was straightened up and to look for Laura. The lamp was on in the den, but the TV was off. "I guess Laura went home. Usually if she is here, she is parked in front of the TV."" Would you like to take off your coat and stay for coffee?" she asked as she shrugged out of her own coat. Moving closer to Dave to collect his coat if he decided to stay, she looked up at him. Dave She opened the front door and looked around. She said" I guess Laura went home. Usually if she is here, she is parked in front of the TV." She took off her coat and asked" Would you like to take off your coat and stay for coffee?" I peeled off my jacket and said" Coffee would be nice, and I'm sure I will meet Laura sooner or later." I handed her my coat and lessened my tie a bit. I looked down into her green eyes, as I handed my coat over and our hands touched. She took both coats and went to the closet. I watched her as she walked, admiring her ass as she made her way to hang up the coats. As she turned back towards me, I was looking around and admiring her living room. I said "Ellen, you have a very nice place." Ellen"Thank you. I am glad you like it." she replied. It felt so good to hear a male voice in the house again. She hadn't realized how much she missed that." I will be right back, I will put the coffee on." Going into the kitchen, Ellen started the coffee and then took out a tray, placing sugar, spoons, saucers and cups on it. Turning to open the door for the cream, she noticed the note. Smiling at her daughter's flowery writing, a style she had developed when she was thirteen, she read the message. She took out the cream and set it on the tray. While she waited for the coffee she smiled to herself, wondering just how much of her evening she would share with Laura. When the coffee was ready, Ellen carried the tray into the den and set it down. Pouring coffee into the two cups, she asked Dave, "Sugar, cream?" Dave She thanked me for the complement and went into the kitchen to prepare the coffee, stating that she would be right back. Ellen came out of the kitchen and brought saucers, sugar, cups and cream on a tray. She set the tray down and asked "Sugar, cream?" I smiled back at her and said "Yes" She lean forward and poured the coffee and as she did, her cleavage revealed more of her gorgeous breasts. I added "Both will do nicely" and I winked at her. She blushed and smiled back at me. Ellen Handing Dave his cup, Ellen poured her own coffee then leaned back in the chair to enjoy the scent before drinking. There was a comfortable silence for a short time as they drank, and shared laughter when they both started to speak that the same time, "Have you ever...?" Ellen waved her hand at Dave and he finished his sentence. Soon the two were in a deep discussion about the benefits of mulch vs manure for roses. Dave We both tried to talk at the same time and Ellen waved me to go first. We got into several different discussions, and before I knew it, it was 2am. I stifled a yawn and said "Sorry to keep you up so late. Ellen I have had a wonderful time and would like to see you again. I was wondering if you would like to go out Friday to get something to eat and see a movie? Nothing fancy, just be yourself." Ellen Ellen stood up and stretched. Amazed at how long they had been sitting there talking. She smiled at Dave, "I would love to go out with you again. Friday is perfect." She walked to the closet and got out his coat, holding it out for him. Then walked him to the door. Dave She said "I would love to go out with you. Friday is perfect." She walked over the closet and held out my jacket for me and then walked me to the door. I turned and smiled at her and said "Thank you for a lovely evening, Ellen. How about 7pm. Would you like me to pick you up here?" I placed my hand around hers and squeezed gently. Ellen smiled as they said goodbye at the door. Dave took her hand and held it, and the warmth and strength in it, reminded her of how good it felt to be held by a man. She had always felt awkward at the goodbyes, would he kiss her, wouldn't he part. So she squeezed his hand back lightly and smiled, "Seven on Friday, here, would be perfect. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I enjoyed every minute of it." Laura couldn't sleep. She was excited to hear about her mother's date. She wasn't sure whether it was over or not. Would her mom sleep with a man on the first date? No, she wasn't that kind of woman. It was a good bet that their date was long over, and Laura's mom was at home in bed. She hoped she was still awake. Pulling her coat on, Laura trudged out to her car in her pajamas and drove the distance back to her mom's house, eager to hear her story. She pulled up behind a car parked out front." Shit! He's still here?" She shook her head, but light coming from the house suddenly caught her eye. The door was opening, and a shadowed figure stepped from the house. "He's leaving! I have good timing." She grinned to herself and squinted through the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of the man. Too dark. "Damn! I wanted to see what he looks like!" Dave She responded by squeezing my hand back and smiled up at me and said "Seven on Friday, here, would be perfect. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I enjoyed every minute of it." I pulled her towards me and leaned forward to kiss her, seeing if she would recoil or if she would allow me a goodnight kiss. Ellen When Dave leaned down to kiss her, Ellen closed her eyes and kissed him back. It was a nice, sweet kiss. His lips soft and firm at the same time. He tasted of coffee and something that she recognized as his own taste. When they parted, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Nice," she whispered. Dave She kissed back, a soft sensual kiss, hinting of things to come. She opened her eyes and whispered 'nice'. I whispered back 'until Friday, then' and turned and left. I made my way to my car and noticed a car directly in back of it. There was a driver, but that was about all I could make out. I got in my car and started it. That was when I noticed the figure get out of the car behind me. It was a female, and she made her way to Ellen's house. I turned on my lights and drove down the street. I made a mental note that I had reserved a table for lunch tomorrow and needed to get home and get at least get a little sleep. Laura got to the door just before her mother locked it. She opened it slightly and peered through the crack at her mom." That was him? Was he nice? Where did you go? Why is he still here?" She was excited, and the questions tumbled out of her mouth as she pushed her way inside and shrugged off her coat. "Is he cute?" She giggled. Ellen She watched Dave pull away. As Ellen began to close the door she noticed someone getting out of their car. Who would be out at 2 am? Then she realized the figure was very familiar. Shaking her head as she watched her daughter scurrying up the driveway. She began to laugh, Laura never could wait for anything. Even as a child she would stay up half the night running up and down the stairs to watch for Santa." Come in but be quiet, you will wake the neighborhood," shushing her as she began to talk before getting in the door. Ellen closed the door, still chuckling and looked at her closely, "Are you in your pajamas? I was going to call you in the morning, you know. Come on, let's see if there is any of that cheesecake left." Following her into the kitchen, Ellen paused to pick up the tray from the den. Setting it on the counter, she poured two new cups of coffee and handed one to Laura. Then rummaging in the refrigerator, she pulled out the cheesecake and cut two large slices. Knowing Laura, they were going to be up the rest of the night dissecting every detail of Ellen's date. Laura sat at the table and sipped her coffee." So? Spill!" Her eyes were alive with curiosity, she could hardly keep still in her seat. Ellen Watching Laura dance in her seat, Ellen couldn't help but tease her." He was all right, I guess. We had dinner, came home, talked, he left, end of story." At Laura's wail, Ellen laughed." His name is Dave, he is about six feet tall. He has brown hair and blue eyes and a wonderful smile. We met at the restaurant, but you know that part. We had a nice dinner, both of us had pasta and salads. The food was delicious. He is an accountant, and was wearing a business suit. We talked about favorite books, movies, and he made me laugh. He has a sharp sense of humor and makes simple events seem funny. He was polite to the waiter and left a good tip. And you know how I feel about that." Pausing, Ellen took a bite of the cheesecake and sipped some coffee. Laura urging her to go on. "We were there about two hours and still felt as if we wanted to talk more, so I invited him here. Had you been here you could have met him for yourself."she smiled." We had coffee and talked about all sorts of topics, and yet I don't really remember exactly what." she confessed. "Eventually we realized it was very late and that we had been talking for hours. Dave is very easy to talk with and to. We decided that he better get going, and I walked him to the door. We said goodbye and he left."" Now let me see, I described his looks, his clothes, his manners, what he ate, what we talked about, and how I felt about him. That should cover everything." She then relaxed and took another bite, waiting for Laura's response. Laura shook her head."No, no, you missed something. Are you saying never once you touched him? He didn't hold your hand? No good night kiss? Come on, I need details!" Laura laughed and took a bite of her cake. Ellen"Well," drawing the word out for several heartbeats, while looking at the ceiling as if trying to remember anything else, Ellen paused." I suppose you could say he held my hand at the door while we said goodnight. And maybe, just maybe there might have been a small kiss just before he asked me out again for Friday," Ellen was smiling in a pleased way as she made that announcement to her daughter." Soooo if you are on very, very good behavior for the rest of the week, your mother might invite you over Friday night to meet him, maybe," Ellen winked as she grinned. Laura giggled and clapped her hands." Yay! I'm so happy for you mom! We should celebrate!" She scooped the last of her cheesecake into her mouth and chased it with a gulp of coffee. "Dinner tomorrow night?" Ellen Smiling at her daughter's exuberance, "Yes, dinner tomorrow. But first sleep. You are already in your pajamas," she laughed, "so you might was well crawl into your bed upstairs." Rinsing off the empty plates, Ellen put them in the dishwasher, and turned off the lights. Arm in arm, the two headed up the stairs, yawning as they went. Laura kissed her mother on her cheek. "G'night! I'll be up early tomorrow and out. I have lunch plans with a few friends." She closed the door to her bedroom and turned out the light. Ellen Ellen woke and stretched. She was glad she didn't have to go to work today. She wanted to just lay in bed and decide how she felt about last night, how she felt about Dave. Furthermore, she had heard Laura leave earlier, but had rolled back over and gone to sleep. It had been a long time since she had stayed up to the wee hours of the night. She laid there thinking about Jim, she had loved him very much. Despite the ups and downs of marriage, she had been very happy, and she liked to think that he had been also. When he died suddenly of a heart attack, she had been devastated. It had only been recently that she had come to terms with the fact that he wasn't coming back and that she had a lot of years ahead of her. She didn't want to be alone. Thank goodness they had had Laura. Together she and Laura had helped each other through the intense grieving process. Ellen knew she would never forget Jim or stop loving him, but she also knew that he wouldn't have wanted her to lock herself away from the possibility of loving and being loved again. Ellen didn't know if she would come to love Dave, but she was certain that she liked him very, very much. She was a little afraid that she might start to like him too much, and then he would decide to move on hurting her in the process. She hoped if/when they parted it would be as good friends. He was a nice guy, and she didn't want to hurt him any more than she wanted to be hurt. Deciding that she was rushing things just a bit, grinning at herself, Ellen threw off the bedclothes and got out of bed. Perhaps coffee would help her get her mind on the list of things she wanted to do today. Making a mental note not to forget dinner with Laura, Ellen put on her robe and headed downstairs. Laura left early, and drove in her pajamas back home. A quick shower later, she was dressed and back out the door, gym bag slung over her shoulder. A half hour workout session, another shower, and back into the car. She thought about getting her mom a small gift. It had been so long since she had been on a date, not since Dad. Laura knew it had to be hard, and this first step was probably one of the hardest. She had to do something! Stopping at a small store, she ran in and found just what she was looking for. It was gift wrapped, and Laura kept it in the glove box of her car until dinner that night. She picked up her cell phone and dialed her mother's house." Mom? Hey, would you rather stay in for dinner tonight, I can cook something. Or, we can go out, my treat. What would you prefer?" Ellen Ellen answered the phone to discover Laura calling about dinner. "In or out? I am good for either. But if you feel like cooking, what can I bring over?" "Just you're smiling self Mom! See you at eight!" She grinned and hung up the phone before driving towards the restaurant she was meeting friends at for lunch. Ellen Ellen smiled, despite her efforts, Laura had always ended conversations by hanging up rather than saying goodbye. She looked at the clock, almost lunchtime. It was amazing how fast the day went when she had a day off. Going back to her bills, she began to work again. Laura waved to her friends when she saw them sitting at their usual table, and walked over." Hey guys! I'll just be a minute. I need to hit the ladies room." Walking towards the bathroom she spied a cute, tall looking man, pounding on the men's room door." Uh. Everything ok?" She looked at him strangely. Dave had just finished my lunch meeting, which was just an excuse to go out and drink really. The guys I had been meeting had already left, when I felt the urge to use the bathroom. I got to the door and it was locked. I couldn't believe it, I was almost ready to piss in my pants. At that moment, a girl walked around the corner and asked me with a strange look "Uh...everything ok?". I never dreamed that I would be asking a female this, but I informed her "No, not really. I need to piss really, really, bad. Furthermore, I'm afraid someone has locked the men's restroom and left. Furthermore, I know this is going to sound kind of freaky, but could you check the women's restroom and see if the coast is clear? Then be kind of a lookout, so that no other female walks in and thinks I'm some kind of pervert or something? I would gladly buy you a drink, if you would help me out." I winced as my bladder began to send me signals that it was about to empty itself, whether I was ready or not. Furthermore, I tried to put my on best smile and said "Please hurry." Ellen Ellen sat in her backyard, watching some robins looking for worms. As she ate her sandwich, she wondered what Dave was doing at that moment. Laura giggled at the man, obviously he was desperate for a bathroom." Just let me go check if it's empty." She laughed again and peered into the woman's washroom. "Ok, the coast is clear. Have at 'er" He thanked her and disappeared behind the door. Dave She laughed at my situation and said" Just let me check if it's empty." She looked inside and told me "the coast is clear, have at 'er". I said "thanks" and dashed into the restroom. I made it inside the stall just in time. Furthermore, I dropped my pants and began to urinate. Furthermore, I exhaled relief at being able to empty my bladder. At that moment, the door opened. I realized that I hadn't been able to lock the door or the stall. I figured my lookout had spotted a female coming to use the bathroom and made a show of going inside to let her know that it was occupied. I started to wonder how in the hell was I going to get out. If my lookout was in the bathroom and there was a girl waiting outside, how could I explain myself being in the women's restroom with another woman, and on top of that, I still needed to finish urinating. Laura watched the woman approaching the bathroom and panicked." What do I do?" She smirked at the lady, and entered the washroom, leaning against the door as it closed." You'd better hurry up! We have company!" She spoke to the man using the washroom. "How do we get you out of here?" Dave She yelled at me "You better hurry up! We have company! How do we get out of here?" I thought frantically about why would a man and a woman go into the restroom at the same time. I could only come up with one idea. Sex. I was still pissing when I told her to come by the door. I had my back towards her, so I could not tell how much she was seeing. Furthermore, I whispered over my shoulder, so that the girl outside would net hear. 'I have an idea. It is not a very good one, but it is at least plausible. We will have to pretend to be lovers and that we snuck in here for sex. I know it sounds like a lame excuse. I can't think of anything else, unless you have a better idea.' I managed to finish urinating, while waiting for her answer. Laura laughed, surprised by the man's suggestion." Just how do you expect us to do that?" She kept her back to the stall door and shook her head. What a character! Dave turned around, and she was standing with her back to the stall door and said" Just how do you expect us to do that?" I whispered in her ear 'By really having sex. When we leave, she will have expected to hear moans, groans, walls being bumped into. You know, the usual sounds from two people having sex in the bathroom. Unless, you have a better idea.' Laura whipped around. "What? Really have sex?" She found herself grinning despite her shock. Who was this guy? Sure he was cute, but he was a bit older, and her friends were waiting..... Dave She turned around and said "What? Really have sex?" with a mischievous smile on her face. I guess I failed to mention that I hadn't pulled my pants back up. So there I was, standing with a beautiful girl, and my pants down around my ankles. I smiled back at her and said "Well, yes." I couldn't help but notice her looking at my crotch, checking me out. Furthermore, I reached out with my hand and grab hers and pulled her inside the stall. Ellen Ellen finished her lunch then went ran several errands. She wanted to have time to finish them before going to Laura's for dinner. Mostly her mind was on what she was doing but now and then thoughts of Dave popped up, wondering what he was doing, and wondering what to wear Friday night. Laura couldn't help but grin as she was hauled into the stall." Well, if you're not giving me a choice..." She smiled at the man before putting her hands on his hips and dropping to her knees. Dave She smiled at me and said "Well, if you're not giving me a choice ...."as she placed her hands on her hips and then dropped to her knees. I could feel her fingertips slip beneath the elastic band of my underwear and pull them down. Already my cock was lengthening and beginning to harden. 'What am I doing?' Laura thought to herself for a moment, her fingers grazing the top of the stranger's cock inside his underwear. She pushed the thoughts away, deciding there was nothing wrong with a bit of harmless fun. Besides, it had been a while since she'd been with a guy, she deserved this. She smiled and pulled the underwear down, his hard cock springing forth. Laura looked up at the man and grinned at him before sucking the tip into her mouth. Dave Her fingers slipped over the top of my hardening cock, as she pulled my underwear down. She smiled at me and slipped her mouth over the tip of my now hard cock. I couldn't believe this. I'm sure now of the guys from work would believe it either. The sensation of her warm moist mouth over my hard cock was heavenly. I closed my eyes and whispered 'Oh, yes.' Her tongue was wonderful, swirling around the tip. I tried to encourage her by pushing my hard cock further into her mouth. Laura could feel him try to urge himself deeper into her mouth. She slackened her jaw and slid herself further, allowing his shaft to slip inside. The head hit the back of her throat, and she stopped for a moment, adjusted her position and then pushed forward, swallowing against his cock as it slid into her throat. Soon her nose was buried in his abdomen, her tongue racing around the stiff object it found, and she pulled back, sliding his cock back out. Dave could feel her take more of my cock into her mouth. The head pressed against the back of her throat she paused for a moment. Then she adjusted her mouth and swallowed the rest of my hard cock, letting it slide down her throat. I couldn't believe it, she had taken all of it. I could feel her nose pressing against my abdomen. She swirled her tongue around the shaft and finally let it slip back out of her mouth. As the head slipped out, strings of saliva clung from the head to her mouth, growing longer as she pulled back. I groaned 'Oh dear god.' She quickly slurped up the saliva from my cock. I could already feel the sensation of an orgasm building inside me. I smiled down at her and whispered 'please, don't stop.' Laura smiled up at the man before again slipping along his cock until her nose was pressed against his abdomen, her tongue never stopping its search, playing along every bit of skin it could find. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pulling out just enough to get a firm grip, and began to pump. Her mouth and hand working in tandem, up and down and around the throbbing shaft, Laura grinned at each twitch she elected from the stranger in her mouth. Dave She smiled up at mend grabbed the base of my cock and began to pump it up and down, matching the rhythm with mouth. Her fingers were soft and cool, as she pulled up and pushed down on my hard cock. Her hot, moist mouth sliding up and down my cock drove me wild. I whispered 'Oh, God yes. I'm going to cum.' I could feel the tingle in my cock, as my pre-cum spurted out. Furthermore, I thrust forward as far as I could, pushing my hard cock into her hungry mouth. Laura felt him tightening up and knew he was close. He shoved deeper into her, and she slid the tip of his cock down her throat. Soon she felt him coming, the thick liquid sliding down her throat. She sucked it from him, milking him with her hand, eyes on his face, watching his reactions. Dave felt the tip of my hard cock slide down her throat again, just as I was cumming. I could feel her sucking my cock and pumping it with her hand. I was in heaven, my head back, eyes closed feeling the jerking of my cock spewing hot cum out and down her throat. Finally spent, I looked down at her and whispered 'your turn'. I lean downward and kissed her neck, running my hands over the cheeks of her ass. I ran my hands up her back, slipping under her shirt. Furthermore, I found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Furthermore, I pushed the shirt and bra up over her breasts and began licking her hard nipples. Furthermore, I flicked my tongue across each one, gently nipping at the tip with my teeth. Furthermore, I used my right hand to lift the soft flesh of her breast upward into my mouth. Furthermore, I sucked hard on the nipple, letting my tongue roll around it. Furthermore, I used my left hand to slide to her jeans and began to unsnap the button holding them up. Laura moaned as his lips hit her breasts, she felt a hand race down to the buttons on her jeans, and she slid them off her hips when they were undone. She let a hand rest on his head, fingers tangled in his hair, and she leaned back against the cool wall of the stall. Dave She let out a soft moan as my tongue danced across her nipples. She slid out of her jeans, after I had unbuttoned them. I could feel her fingertips running through my hair, as my tongue snaked its way down her to her stomach. I flicked my tongue across her belly-button piercing. She squealed as my tongue flicked up and down on the metal stud in her navel. I continued down to her pussy. Her panties were dripping, as I began to lick the soft fabric. The outline of her wetness was indicated by the growing dark spot spreading along the bottom of her underwear. I could feel the folds of her labia part, as my tongue slid up the wet fabric. I flicked my tongue up and down, her moans becoming louder. Furthermore, I peeled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of one leg and then the other, placing that leg over my shoulder. I began to flick my tongue across the wet folds of her labia, sucking in the droplets of her juices. I could feel her grabbing my hair with her hand. Laura's moans became louder, her hips thrusting forward into the stranger's face. The muscles in her legs tensed and relaxed over and over again, and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Dave Her moaning became louder, and she thrust her hips forward to meet my awaiting tongue. I could feel her legs muscles tightening and relaxing over and over. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her wet pussy, sliding it in as far as it would go. Furthermore, I slid my tongue in and out, fucking her pussy with it. Furthermore, I could feel her grabbing my hair with her fingers and pulling my face deeper between her legs. Furthermore, I reached around with my fingers and parted her dripping labia. Furthermore, I could see her clit, protruding from between them. Furthermore, I flicked my tongue across it. Up, down and all around my tongue went, tracing the edges of her now hard clit. Her breathing became ragged and breathless, her moaning getting louder with each pass of my tongue. I could feel her grinding her hips into my face. I pointed my tongue again and plunged back into her wet pussy. Furthermore, I used my fingers from both hands to pull her lips as far apart as they would go, driving my tongue in and out of her. She screamed, and I felt the spray of her juices against tongue and inside my mouth. She actually squirted when she came. Laura could feel the build up, could sense the approaching orgasm, but could not find her voice to warn the stranger. Some often thought the fact that when she came, she released liquid, almost like a man would, was gross. Others were turned on by it. She at least liked to give notice. Without a voice though, she could only tighten her grip on his head and hold on. She tried to stifle her scream as she came, and felt suddenly weak. Her leg like jelly, she lowered it from the man's shoulder and attempted to regain her composure. Dave She lifted her leg off my shoulder and caught herself as she lay against the wall of the bathroom stall. She was still breathing hard, as I stood up. I smiled at her when I heard someone banging on the door. It must have been the girl waiting outside. She was yelling "What the hell is going on in there?" Yikes, I thought, we can't get caught like this. I whispered to her 'We need to get out of here before the manager catches us. Meet me here for lunch on Friday. I will buy that drink for you, and perhaps we can have desert somewhere more private afterward.' She nodded. I lifted my underwear and stopped at the sink to clean up. I exited the ladies room. The girl beating on the door just stared at me, her mouth opens unable to say anything. I apologized to her and said "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I just had to use the restroom." I walked away smiling at her, as my lookout came out of the bathroom. Furthermore, I turned in the hallway and winked at her, as I made my way out to leave. Laura grinned as the man left the washroom. She cleaned herself up and exited, smiling and smoothing her hair as she passed the woman waiting. Back at her chair, she ignored her friends' stares and ate quickly, wanting to get to the grocery store to buy what she would need for dinner. On her way out to the car after lunch, she picked up her cell and dialed her mother." Hi, mom? What do you want for dinner? I'm heading to the grocery store now." Ellen Ellen had just finished putting the finishing touches on some iced brownies she planned to take to Laura's when the phone rang. It was Laura wanting to know what to make for dinner." Anything you want is fine, dear, but if you are struggling for an idea, how about that pasta salad that you make so well? How was your luncheon?" Laura nodded into the phone." Yeah, the pasta salad would be nice, its warm out today. I'll make some garlic toast to go with it as well." Her mother mentioned her lunch date, and she felt herself going red. "Uh. Lunch! Yes! Lunch was fine! Great! I have to go now, see you soon!" She hung up abruptly before she had a chance to stop herself. What had happened at lunchtime was highly out of character for Laura, and she wasn't exactly sure how her mother would react to such behavior? Instead, she threw her phone down onto the seat beside her and drove to the grocery store, eager to pick up the ingredients she would need for dinner. Ellen Ellen frowned at the phone in her hand. "Well that was odd." Shrugging she assumed that Laura had found a parking spot or seen someone she knew. She knew Laura would tell her about her lunch later at dinner. Setting the tray of brownies to the side, she began cleaning up. Groceries bought and sitting out on the counter to be used, Laura stood in front of a boiling pot of pasta, daydreaming. She was in awe over the events of the afternoon, and was having a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. A broken dish and a small burn later, the salad was prepared and chilling in the fridge, and garlic toast was ready to be popped into the oven. Laura set her table for two and wandered into the living room to flick through the TV channels before her mother arrived. Ellen tapped once on her daughter's door and then opened the screen door and let herself in carrying the plate of brownies. Calling out, "Hi there," as she carried the plate into the kitchen. Noticing the bread ready to be toasted she smiled. A flash of the first time she had taught Laura how to make garlic bread passed through her mind. Going back into the living room, she sat down in a comfortable chair and glanced at the television. Laura was laying across the couch the same way she had since she was a child. Ellen slipped off her sandal and tucked her leg under her body. "So, how was lunch? Did all your friends make it? What did you have to eat?" "Hi, Mom!" Laura sat up when her mom entered the room. She smiled when her mom mentioned lunch, and played with the idea of telling her what happened." Lunch was good, I had a soup and a salad. Yeah, we all made it, although I kind of had a little bit of difficulty with the bathroom...." her eyes swung to her mother's to watch the reaction. Calyx xx said: "Hi, Mom!" Laura sat up when her mom entered the room. She smiled when her mom mentioned lunch, and played with the idea of telling her what happened. "Lunch was good, I had a soup and a salad. Yeah, we all made it, although I kind of had a little bit of difficulty with the bathroom...." her eyes swung to her mother's to watch the reaction. Click to expand... "Oh? What was the problem? Line too long or was it out of order?" "Well, not exactly..." She crossed her legs and faced her mom. "If I tell you this does you think you can put a hold on "Mom Mode" for a bit?" She watched her mother's eyebrows arch, and she felt her cheeks going red. Calyx xx said: "Well, not exactly..." She crossed her legs and faced her mom. "If I tell you this does you think you can put a hold on "Mom Mode" for a bit?" She watched her mother's eyebrows arch, and she felt her cheeks going red. Click to expand... "Um. Okay. I will try. You are all right aren't you?" Ellen was concerned, Laura didn't usually ask for a hold on Mom Mode. She must really want to talk about something serious. "Everything's fine. I just kinda did something out of character today." She wrings her hands, hoping she wouldn't get a lecture out of telling her mom this." I kinda met someone. He was waiting to use the men's washroom, but it was locked or something, and he asked me to be his lookout while he used the women's." Her eyes flicked up to her mother's. "But a woman was coming towards the door, and he wasn't done. I stepped into the washroom and locked the door behind me. So then both of us were trapped in there. He was worried about how to get out without looking like some creep getting off on using the women washroom....so he suggested something..." Calyx xx said: "Everything's fine. I just kinda did something out of character today." She wrings her hands, hoping she wouldn't get a lecture out of telling her mom this. "I kinda met someone. He was waiting to use the men's washroom, but it was locked or something, and he asked me to be his lookout while he used the women's." Her eyes flicked up to her mother's. "But a woman was coming towards the door, and he wasn't done. I stepped into the washroom and locked the door behind me. So then both of us were trapped in there. He was worried about how to get out without looking like some creep getting off on using the women washroom....so he suggested something..." Click to expand... Hands folded tightly in her lap, Ellen listened to her daughter. Trying to read the non-verbal cues and seeing how uptight Laura was about what had happened." Okaayyyy... what did he suggest?" "He suggested we make the woman think we were in there having sex." She paused a moment before continuing. "I asked him how we were supposed to do that, and then.... he suggested we actually do have sex." Calyx xx said: "He suggested we make the woman think we were in there having sex." She paused a moment before continuing. "I asked him how we were supposed to do that, and then.... he suggested we actually do have sex." Click to expand... Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "A stranger, someone you have never met, wanted to have sex with you in the restaurant bathroom. I see. Go on." Laura looked down at her hands and quietly spoke." So.... I kinda....did." Calyx xx said: Laura looked down at her hands and quietly spoke. "So.... I kinda....did." Click to expand... Ellen sat quietly, trying to figure out what the best thing to say or do would be. Wondering what the psychologists would recommend, she said softly,"How do you feel about what happened?" Laura thought for a moment." I'm not sure. It wasn't like it was a bad experience, it was just new.....and different from what normally happens in my life. He wants to meet again on Friday for lunch. I haven't decided whether I should go or not." Calyx xx said: Laura thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. It wasn't like it was a bad experience, it was just new.....and different from what normally happens in my life. He wants to meet again on Friday for lunch. I haven't decided whether I should go or not." Click to expand... "Well, I suppose the questions are: is this something he is used to doing? Do you even know his name? Do you want to get involved with someone that would do that, how do you know that next time he is in a public place, that he won't convince another woman to do the same thing?" Ellen smiled somewhat sadly. "I am sure you know all the MOTHER things running through my head, that I am trying very hard not to let out. Ideas like health, safety, are you crazy.," she added with a slight grin. "You have to make your own decisions, right or wrong, I know that." Standing up, she moved over to the couch with Laura, hugging her. Putting her hand on her daughter's cheek she looked Laura in the eyes, "Just be careful, I love you very much and don't want you to get hurt emotionally or worse." Giving her one last hard hug, Ellen stood up. Taking a deep breath, grinning at her daughter though her eyes show her concern, she announced, "Okay, that is all the restraint I have for keeping my MOM part quiet. Let's eat, you can tell me about the girls. I assume you did have lunch with them?" Ellen raised an eyebrow as she asked that question. Laura smiled at her mother and nodded." Yes, of course I had lunch with them. It was quick tho. We'll probably go out again next week if not sooner." She stood and slipped the tray of garlic toast into the already preheated oven." What do you want to drink with dinner?" Calyx xx said: Laura smiled at her mother and nodded. "Yes, of course I had lunch with them. It was quick tho. We'll probably go out again next week if not sooner." She stood and slipped the tray of garlic toast into the already preheated oven. "What do you want to drink with dinner?" Click to expand... "Just water, dear. How is work going?" Laura shrugged and pulled a jug of ice water from the fridge, placing it on the table." Fine. Nothing too interesting happening right now. The editor liked my last article a lot, and he said he's considering giving me a weekly spot in the paper. I just have to show him a few more good articles." She grabbed the pasta salad from the fridge, removing the plastic wrap from the top and placing it on the table. Calyx xx said: Laura shrugged and pulled a jug of ice water from the fridge, placing it on the table. "Fine. Nothing too interesting happening right now. The editor liked my last article a lot, and he said he's considering giving me a weekly spot in the paper. I just have to show him a few more good articles." She grabbed the pasta salad from the fridge, removing the plastic wrap from the top and placing it on the table. Click to expand... "A weekly spot! That is wonderful. I know you will get it, all your articles are wonderful." Laura smiled at her mother and took the bread from the oven." There! Dinner's ready. Help yourself!" She dumped the toast into a bowl, placing it on the table and sticking a large serving spoon into the salad. Calyx xx said: Laura smiled at her mother and took the bread from the oven. "There! Dinner's ready. Help yourself!" She dumped the toast into a bowl, placing it on the table and sticking a large serving spoon into the salad. Click to expand... "Looks good." After tasting a bite, "and tastes even better. You are a good cook, you obviously had a good role model in the kitchen," she teased. Laura laughed and took a bite of the food herself." So, when are you seeing this guy again?" Calyx xx said: Laura laughed and took a bite of the food herself. "So, when are you seeing this guy again?" Click to expand... "Friday night," Ellen smiled. "I even bought a new dress to wear!" Ellen blushed and laughed at the same time." I really like him, but we have only been out once, so I am not going to rush to any conclusions but just enjoy the evening." Laura giggled happily for her mother." When do I get to meet him? And what does this new dress look like!?!?" "Well, you can meet him Friday, if you come by at 7. You can see the dress then also," she teased. Laura grinned at her mother and took a sip of her water." So you need to tell me what you think about this guy. I know you've only seen him once, but I want all the little thoughts from your head." Ellen paused to think, "You know I love your father, I always will. After he passed away, I was lost for a long time. But recently, I have been a little lonely." Seeing her daughter's face, she quickly exclaimed,"Oh sweetheart, you have been wonderful, it is just... I liked being married. I liked being held at night," her voiced drifted to a stop. Her face reflecting her memories of being held. Ellen shifted slightly on the chair, refocused on her daughter's face, "I guess I am a little afraid. Afraid that I want something that can't exist, afraid that I will push too hard, afraid that I will come off as the stereotypical middle-aged widow, needy." she sighed." I want to get to know him, but I am afraid at the same time and excited and mostly confused between the feelings, so," gently smiling Ellen changed her tone of voice and grinned," So I guess those are my little feelings." Standing up she began to clear the empty plates, needing the move to erase the mixed feelings she was having. Laura smiled at her mother, knowing she couldn't really understand exactly how she was feeling. Shaking her head, she stood up and helped to clear the dishes." Hey, you brought brownies didn't you?" Ellen smiled at her daughter. Then wiggled her eyes in Grouchy Marx style, "Sure did, GOT MILK?" Both of them laughing as they took the brownies into the living room." You know," looking around Ellen paused, "I know I have said this before, but I really like the way you decorated your apartment." Laura spoke through her mouthful of brownie." Thanks, Mom, but I really didn't do anything special... it just sorta happened. Anyway though, I can't wait until Friday! I want to meet this mystery man! Are you just going for dinner? Or are you seeing a movie? Or what?" Ellen wiped the chocolate from her finger and lips. Eyes twinkling she announced, "Both!" Then settling back, she continued,"Dave brought up both, but I don't know for sure what we will be doing. I will just go with the flow. So, skipping over Friday, what are your plans for the weekend?" "Nothing....yet." Laura shook her head at her mother." I have lunch on Friday with that guy from this afternoon, I haven't decided yet whether I should show up or not. But as for Saturday and Sunday, I don't have anything planned. I may just take the weekend to get this apartment clean. I have tons of laundry I could do." "Amazing how it builds up isn't it?" Leaning over putting her hand on Laura's arm, Ellen looked at her daughter intently. "Laura, if you do decide to go, call and let me or one of your friends know exactly where you will be. That is important." Standing up, Ellen stretched, "And now I must get home. I think I am more tired after a day off running errands than I am after a day of work. Thank you for dinner. Will I see you Friday before seven?" Laura nodded." I'm pretty sure I can make it. And I'll give you a call when I'm heading to see that guy again. Thanks for coming for dinner Mom." She stood and hugged her mother, leading her to the door. Leaning close, she hugged her daughter, whispering,"Be careful. I love you."" Don't eat all those brownies at once." Laughing, she waved and left. Dave Friday finally arrived, and I waited to see if the girl from the restroom would show up. I realized that we hadn't set a time. I ordered and tried to take my time eating. It was time for her lunch break at Ellen was concerned about Laura. When they had spoken last night, Laura still wasn't sure if she was going to meet the stranger from her luncheon the other day. Ellen just hoped Laura would be safe. Her concerns for Laura hadn't completely erased her thoughts of her own date that night. She was curious to see if the second impressions were as favorable as her first impressions of Dave had been. It was nice having something to look forward to for a change." I wonder if I should call Laura," she considered for the hundredth time that day.

Mother and Daughter (closed thread for Calyxxx and sharingfantasies)|rating:3.0

Justice Heroes - Gotham

Gotham City Open Sandbox: Day 1-3(of interest:Gotham City Bank Wayne Manor Wayne Tower The Docks Oracle's ClocktowerArkham Asylum Gotham City Police Station The Slums (Blue Streak - Jason Grant Location:The Slums - On patrol Tagging:Open Day/Time:Day 1–11:00pmJason was starting to figure out that Gotham was nothing like Metropolis. So far during his journey to become a JLA member he'd spent most of his crime fighting career in either minor cities, or the more orderly large ones. Gotham had always been something of a mystery to him. Though he heard the rumors about the city. Batman and Zoe's home, a place where the criminals were more insane, more vicious, and crime was usually dealt out from the shadows. Truth be told he felt out of place. He wasn't exactly 'flashy' with his powers, but the man literally streamed bolts of blue speed-force lighting in his wake. He'd come here out of a desire to expand his horizons. If he wanted to be a JLA member Jason would need to learn how to fight all manner of criminal, and what better place to start training. Over the last few hours since Jason's arrival he'd spent the time walking, exploring the slums of Gotham City. He didn't want to call too much attention to himself, especially on his first day here, so the man decided to wear a large jacket over his blue leotard. Since the darkness was almost stifling in the industrial city, and people kept to themselves, nobody seemed to look close enough to realize that the man passing by had a costume on beneath the knee-length jacket. His mask was likewise pulled down and tucked back inside the jacket. Saving people was easier, primarily because there were just more opportunities. Muggings, homeless beatings, purse snatches and hit-and-runs were rampant here nearly every minute. Jason did what he could to try and stop them, but there were just so many! It was no wonder the place had the highest crime rate in the world, and one of the most brooding heroes. Jason found himself standing on the rooftop of an apartment complex building. The open stairwell door behind him, looking out at the mass of lights and concrete in front of him. Not waiting for anything specific, just waiting. Perhaps for one of his teammates to arrive (he had informed them of where he planned to be that night), or even better, a villain! (Wayne "The Charmer"Location: The Slums Tagging: Jason, OPEN Day/Time: Day 1–11:00pmZoe was on the prowl. But not for reasons that she was comfortable confessing to people, especially her teammates. Every night for the past week she had been plagued with nightmares. Visions of people she knew dying in various and grotesque ways. In one of her dreams she saw Jason speeding to save a subway from falling off of the rails and right into the ocean, only to see him a second short of catching the subway on time. It's then exploding underwater with her friend nowhere to be found. Then there were dreams of her friend Bradley... and even Joe spending a normal day in the city. Only to be ambushed by a horde of villains hungry for change. Hungry to take over Gotham city. Zoe was unsure what had spawned all these new nightmares, but it didn't set easy in her stomach. Even while spending copious time in the vast and mostly isolated library at Wayne Manor, she couldn't find any research that pointed to why she was having dreams. Alfred said it was stress and that she should stop being so hard on herself. "It's never wise to burn the candle at both ends!" she mimicked while her fingers wrapped around the metal poles of the ladder. Climbing in her black heels as she scaled the side of the large apartment complex she needed a good vantage point. If she had learned anything from her father, it was that she needed to get better at dark, brooding and way less of goodie good. It didn't matter. Shopping was one of the few things that relaxed her, and shops were closed at night. The other thing that distracted her? Beating up bad guys, of course! But she had to find one first. She couldn't get away with just picking some random off the street and really laying it into him with a few extra punches. It wasn't until she was halfway up the ladder that she saw the blue feet of someone standing on the top of the apartment building. One step, and she saw the tight blue leggings hugging the toned, muscled body of Blue Streak. "Brown Streak?" she quickly called out. Quickly then vaulting herself off of the ladder and on to the top of the building. She was wearing her traditional black fishnets, white corset top with her black tail-coat covering her bare ass cheeks. She decided to leave the top hat at home, but she had a small little black satchel handing off of her white gloved wrists. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Having no idea that he sent out a small message for people to patrol. Something that she would have totally hopped on if given the chance. "Are you like serving on some naked chick walking around in the apartment across the street?" she said slipping her fingers to her hips. Walking toward him with a devious smirk on her face, but an obviously trying to stir a reaction out of him. (Joseph W. Kerr Location: Ritzy Part of Town Tagging: Bradly Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pmGotham was a cesspool of criminals, wage gaps and home to some of the worst people the earth had to offer. It was home to Joe, he loved every inch of the city. Where someone would see slums, decay, corruption and the dregs of society, he saw opportunity. Joseph W. Kerr was home! He vanished into the city, letting only one other person of his whereabouts. Joseph didn't put the word out he was back in town, there was no reason to. Everyone could continue thinking that Payday had been pinched and was currently doing time. It didn't take long for him to find some trouble and one hell of a nice car that was supposed to go to some rich asshole in the suburbs. Once he began to form a plan, he reached out to Brad back at base with a simple message. Get a nice suit from this place, pick you up for our date later. He sent directions to a small shop where Joe would swing by to pick him up later in the day. As promised, he rolled up to the small shop a few hours later when he was sure Brad would be done, if he bothered to go to the shop. (Blue Streak - Jason Grant Location:The Slums - On patrol Tagging:Zoe Day/Time:Day 1–11:00pmJason's head turned to the side with a start. Like Zoe's calling out his hated, adopted nickname yanked Jason from some deep thought. His first reaction to seeing her lithe form climb up over the side of the apartment building was to smile. Sadly it was instantly replaced by a thread as the phrase 'Brown Streak' echoed in his head." Blue Streak! It's Blue Streak! See the suit?!" He asked with an exaggerated tone. Opening the coat he was wearing to reveal more of his athletic form and the blue Flash-themed leotard. He let himself chuckle a bit, honestly never assuming the little joke would last as long as it had,"What brings you to my rooftop, The Piñata?". Jason's moved across the concrete space to stand next to Zoe by the rooftops edge, full removing the coat at this point and casting it over a set of old unused clothing lines." Perving up here? No, no no not anymore. Just don't look through those windows. I think a couple just got married"he teased a bit. Shifting his tone to something a bit more serious-casual to formally answer her question." This is my first time in Gotham. I thought I'd sort of get the lay of the land. This place is so... well, tall. I figured a rooftop would be the best place to start". What Jason did not admit was that part of the reason he'd chosen to climb all the way up here and look around was because it was what Batman would have done. Obviously The Dark Knight knew far more than he did." This is your hometown, right? Got any advice for a newcomer looking to lend a hand in the concrete jungle?" (- Jonathan Kent Location: The Slums Tagging: Jason, Zoe, OPEN Day/Time: Day 1–11:00pmJon's favorite form as a kid had always been the swift, more specifically the white-throated needle tail. Sure, the birds of prey were majestic and cool and stuff, but the young shape-shifter always found the swift to be the funnest to fly as. Taking to the sky, he soared and flew about, feeling the rush of adrenaline pumping through his tiny veins. It was no wonder that he took to flying so easily even outside his bird form. Though he was more than capable of flight without wings, he found quite a few... practical applications to disguising himself as a small and inconspicuous bird. White-throated needle tails, unfortunately, were probably not native to Gotham City. Heck, they weren't native to the continent. He doubted anyone other than an avid birdwatcher would take notice, though... still... he felt it only appropriate that since he was in Gotham City, he takes on the form of its most iconic flying animal. Taking on the form of the Mexican free-tailed bat, he flapped along and glided toward his destination. Bats have always been stereotyped as being blind, hence the expression "as blind as a bat". This couldn't be further from the truth. No bat is truly blind. Many species of bats have better vision than human beings, actually. Having the advantage of a... bat's eye view of the city, it didn't take long before he found the... Sapphire Speedster? Yeah, the Sapphire Speedster and the Charming Magician. Swooping low, he circled around Zoe for a bit before transforming back into his Superbly form. With a smile and a wave, he greeted his teammates,"Hey guys, what's up? I heard something about 'serving' on a newly married couple? He... didn't think you had it in ya." (Bradley Dawkins Location: Suit Shop Tagging: Joe Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pmOooo...goodie! A date! Bradley snickered to himself as he scanned the text from Joe, feigning a swoon, even though there was no one around to witness his theatrics. Hell, he amused himself, that was the important thing. Smirking, he tugged on a hoodie and headed out, catching a cab to the shop. He figured Joe would pick him up thereafter, or let him know where to meet up, and Bradley was without wheels. He missed his crotch-rocket, and was debating buying himself another one for ease of travel. The experience at the tailor was...interesting to say the least. He'd never owned a suit in his life, and certainly never had one hand-tailored by a tiny, old Italian man who had no compunctions putting his hands places that...well, frankly, no other man's hands had ever been. The effort seemed to be worth it, though, as Bradley eyed himself up in the full-length mirror and grinned. "Damn, I'm a sexy motherfucker." He winced as his comment provoked a flood of invectives from the tailor, and then rushed out of the shop to avoid being smacked...or possibly stabbed with scissors. Glancing back over his shoulder and tugging slightly on his tie, he nearly missed Joe's smooth arrival at the curb out front. He whistled as he peered over the sleek car and stepped closer to bend and peer in the window. "Bloody hell, mate... I hope whoever owns this beauty isn't bleeding out in the trunk. I'm all for a little innocent larceny and Grand Theft Auto between friends, but I draw the line at deadly force." He snickered as he opened the door to slide into the passenger seat, dropping the visor to peer at his own face. He licked his thumbs and smoothed his eyebrows with a sleazy rumble and a smirk. "So, where are you taking me on our date, Joe? It better not be anywhere cheap, I'm a high-class lady, dammit, and I deserve champagne and caviar." (Joseph W. Kerr Location: Ritzy Part of Town Tagging: Bradly Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pmJoe wasn't exactly on time as he hadn't made any promises on when he would show up. Knowing the old man, he could estimate around the time he would be kicking Brad out of his shop, either that or killing him, one way or another he would have to pick him up. "Somebody sure cleans up nice, you will do." Joe smiled as he motioned for him to hop into the car. His foot slammed down hard on the clutch, then gas as he peeled out into the traffic he cut off. The distant sounds of horns and screeching tires quickly forgotten. "Did you get Antonio to talk at all? I'm going to guess no." Joseph chuckled as his attention seemed to be on everything but the road in front of him. Despite the reckless manner of driving, he cut in front of other cars, shifted and took corners far to fast but still appeared composed as it was just another day the streets of Gotham. "That is the last known member of the Abating Family, that man has more influence in this city than the mayor and commissioner combined...and now he knows your inseam." He laughed as the two came to a halt in a parking lot." This is one of the vaults of some of the crime families in Gotham, we take this out, we take the proverbial bite out of crime. Patrolling the alleys like those other chumps is just a waste of time. Are you in?" He revealed partial truths. While some had opted to avoid Joe, him and Brad were friends which is why he was bringing him into this score. Brad could then choose the noble path of getting rid of his cut or keep it, it would be his to-do what he wished." Today you will pretend to be my boss and I will be your consultant, do not name names, if they ask for details you are allowed to ignore them. You can follow my lead but don't go rouge on me, cache?" Joe gave very little information on what exactly they were doing, but he could guess." Common, boss. Let's go in." (Wayne "The Charmer"Location: The Bank Tagging: OPEN. Watching Joe and Bradley walk in. Set-up for interaction with Iris. Day/Time: Day 3 - Afternoon Notes: Yes, I know they're actually Pikachu on the picture, but I'm using a bit of imagination!" Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you very much, Mr. Edwards," Zoe said with her most chipper of smiles, brightest of brown eyes, and perk in the way she flipped her raven and wavy locks over her shoulder. Laying down the charm, just like a Wayne would. She even fluttered her long eyelashes at the most opportune moment to hope that the bank associate would hurry his tight ass up, so she could get back to researching the weird occurrences happening in Gotham! But keeping face as the Wayne heir was also near the top of her priorities, and making sure she wore some of the family jewels to the upcoming gala was all part of the charade she had to pull. Zoe didn't come to the bank very often, mostly because she rather didn't enjoy the fact that her father liked to house the family heirlooms in a place that also allowed criminals to hide their stolen funds. Of course, they turned a blind eye, and of course the police and even Justice League didn't care enough to worry about these small fries storing their money away. Even now, the clean smell of the air fresheners they used plagued her nostrils, but she wouldn't allow her face to turn into a gloomy frown. No, she was going to be chipper--even if she happened to run into one of those disgusting criminal family members! She couldn't get in trouble before the event tonight. Daddy would be so upset with her. The young charmer appeared rather casual today. Giving up her superhero outfit for a simple black dress with golden patterns decorating the material from top to bottom. Her hair was down, but every single strand was directly where she wanted it to be, even now as it pooled to one side of her shoulder, brushing against the tip of her busty chest. She also wore a pair of shiny black heels, but her body lacked any form of jewelry. She didn't want to spoil her skin with lesser jewelry before getting her hands on the massive diamond necklaces or ruby earrings. Should I wear the red dress? Or maybe the blue... I think father would always appreciate black, but it's so boring, she filled her mind with such trivial things. 'Jason would probably pick the blue or brown one...' she smirked as she joked with herself inside of her head. Blinking her eyes as people walked by, doing their own thing, withdrawing money and applying for loans." Miss Wayne. We're ready for you," said the associate as he approached Zoe. Who only smiled and began to stand up from her seat, but she was suddenly distracted by the sounds of a very expensive car pulling up. Zoe perked her eyes out of the windows and saw Joe and Bradley walking out of a car (that Zoe was also convinced didn't belong to them), but Zoe suddenly turned away. Slipping her hand to the side of her face in an attempt to hide it, obviously not wanting to get involved in any type of shenanigans they were attempting to pull off. But curiosity would always allow her to peak, just to see what they were doing, but she couldn't help the feeling that another set of eyes were on her... but who? (Wayne "The Charmer"Location: The Slums Tagging: Jason, Johnathan, OPEN Day/Time: Day 1–11:00pmZoe may have picked on Jason, but she genuinely enjoyed her time around him. He was such an easy target to pick on, and he always fought back to only brush it off of his shoulder a second later. She swore she could have just bought him dinner at his favorite diner every night, and he'd forgive her for almost anything... almost. "I see what's on the outside of your pants, Brown Streak...." she bit her bottom lip and leaned in. Hitting him on the side of his well toned arm as her fired eyes sparked back up to his face. "But who knows what's on the inside," she winked! Always joking around with him, but then a more serious note came over her face, as she glanced around the rooftop and heard something fluttering above them." It's a dirty city, but it's home. Nothing like Metropolis," she motioned downward to the spirals and blue and red lights in the distance. The sound of sirens and the mixture of guns going off somewhere blocks and blocks away. So much crime that the police officers barely could handle it. "But it's a totally chaotic and fun mess for superheroes who love beating up bad guys!" she grinned and placed her hands on her hips. "Other than that... It's just a bunch of ritzy places that won't let you in," she added with a pompous look on her face. "Unless you let me give you that make-over like you pro--" she started to said before she heard the sounds of fluttering again. Moments later a bat appeared out of thin air (or so she thought) and fluttered above them for a minute. Suddenly Zoe screeched! Yelping and jumping behind Jason. "Yuck, I hear these things have fleas!" she warned from behind him, before practically pushing him into the small bat. Only to discover that moments later it was not a bat in front of the but Jonathan using his shape-shifting abilities! "Jumping rabbits! I did not expect to see you in bat form! How... how suiting for the night!" she added, smiling as she stepped out from behind Jason. Patting her thighs as she tried to pretend like she wasn't afraid of a bat." What do you mean I don't have it in me!" she said with a sudden burst in her confident bubble? Jonathan was a strong hero, no doubt, but Zoe felt that she could hold her on in many different circumstances. On and off the field. She took a step closer and puffed out her chest like a frazzled bird. "I wouldn't blush for a singular second if I saw someone going to town on some really nice lady," she added, but then realized how complicated that situation could be if she was asked to follow through. "But... But!!" she cleared her throat and offered a look to both Jason and Jonathan, "I was just coming up here to look for any lobbied crime we could turn in. You know, to help pass the time..." She turned to both of them. "Did you see anything suspicious on the way here?" she added. "I've heard about an odd string of explosions happening underground, but the police don't have any leads yet. Something tells me that these low-life in the slums may have some information," she fished at them. Prodding to see if they had any information about the explosions. (Hannover (Nine Tails)Location: The Bank Tagging: Zoe, noticing Joe and Bradley Day/Time: Day 3 - Afternoon Lesson one. Blend in. When targeting neighborhoods of the pearl and diamond wearing crowd in broad daylight, don't look like you're going to rob them. As much as people might try to argue against it and call it shallow or simple, there was an obvious and straightforward truth to the fact that being pretty got you far. Silky black hair flowing down your back, cascading off your shoulders as if to give the world a visual of how it would look on their pillow, olive skin with subtle blush that suggested all the dirty things a man could imagine if he let his mind wander, plump lips that promised the softest and warmest kisses just begging to be nipped at or claimed, dark eyes full of taunting fire only to be soothed by someone strong enough to tame it... And all that was just above neck. It was a fantasy, and Iris Hannover knew how to entertain it. The girl was perfectly aware of how attractive people found her, and if that were all it took to build a life on she'd be set. However, she'd learned long before she learned about the power of flirty smiles, that people are judged on so many more levels than they are ever appreciated on. For her, it meant, oh, just about everythingexcepther looks. Did she curl up in a corner and cry about it every Wednesday? Fuck no, but she had no illusions of superiority. Some might claim that a good thing. Who knew. That exact moment was a good example of when looks came in handy. Target one. Dark blue tailored suit, perfect hair, large gold ring, loose tie, on the phone. She slowed down, turned a little sideways and leaned forward just in time to be stormed into by the guy. Her shoulder bag dropped to the ground, she stumbled backwards until her butt hit a newspaper stand and then fumbled with fixing her shirt as she straightened up to face her accidental attacker. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry, I just..." She panted and left her lips parted in speechless embarrassment, blushed and batted her lashes as the guy turned to face her, the annoyance washing off his face and replaced by a hesitating look directly down her cleavage and then up at her face. And back to her cleavage. "Are you alright miss? Here, I'll get this, don't worry about it," he reassured her as he picked up her bag and handed it to her. Cigars, leather, cash, slight hint of well aged whiskey... Yeah, this one didn't just look like money, he smelled like it. Iris accepted the bag from his hand and the outstretched hand to support herself while she regained the balance she never truly lost to begin with. "Thank you, yes I'm alright, it was all my fault, I'm so sorry," she kept apologizing, ever sweetly and under her breath. Something about that one told her a helpless female would hold his attention just long enough, and she was right. A few minutes later when he realized his wallet was missing, he'd be thinking of the guy he bumped into on the way to his car, and never so much as roll up the possibility that little miss cleavage took it. Next up, a few quickies who never even noticed the touch of fingers slipping into pockets or bags. Then a woman in line for some coffee that Iris generously offered to pay for when her wallet was nowhere to be found. It was the woman's own money, but she sure was grateful. And by the time she'd rounded back to where she started, right in front of the bank, she had spotted a promising target, a distracted and fussing middle-aged lady in a big ass fur with a rat in her bag. Okay a small dog. It would be a piece of cake, candy from a kid, laughably easy. She smiled politely, moved nonchalantly towards the bank with a perfect plan in mind... And at just the right time she slipped up to the woman's side. The rat started barking, nothing new there since dogs generally didn't like Iris at all but conveniently distracting for owners a lot of the time. Iris pretended to be startled, the woman started to jerk the bagged dog away, and Iris had her fingers hovering so close to her target: the tiny clutch in the woman's coat pocket... When she noticed the other dogs in the area. Joe and Bradley, suited up and looking dapper, what the hell? What were those two clowns doing here? She hesitated long enough to lose her momentum and the fur clad woman swiveled around to get the dog away from the stranger, Iris' chance gone. But the woman glanced down as Iris pulled her hand back, and one eyebrow rose in hesitant suspicion. Iris watched the woman look across to the other side of the street where a policeman strolled calmly along, and then back at her. As by magic, pun absolutely intended, she spotted Zoe Wayne in the lobby of the bank and an escape plan shaped up in two seconds. "Have a lovely day, ma'am. Your puppy is adorable, what a playful little thing!" But she couldn't drop it... Ohhh she wanted that clutch... "My friend miss Wayne's waiting for me over there, but I simply must have another look... WWW look at the little sweetheart!" She leaned forward and cooed at the growling and barking dog, the owner's demeanor completely altered whether by the mention of that precious Wayne name or the compliments for the rat. And when Iris strolled happily into the lobby she could appreciate the benefit of a Wayne in the area, for once." Hi Zoe. What a coincidence, running into you here. What are you up to?" Iris chattered, smiling and playing the role of an interested friend for the eyes she had no doubt were scrutinizing her at that moment from outside, canine and owner. "Love the dress. Kind of miss the fishnets though. Mind if I tag along for a bit?" (Wayne "The Charmer"Location: The Bank Tagging: Iris, OPEN Day/Time: Day 3 - Afternoon Notes: Ohhh, awkwardness... That voice... she could recognize it anywhere. Already her body tensed up. Zoe's already straight posture turned into a flat wooden plank upright in her chair. How long had Iris been there? Probably watching her, stalking her like a cat, and suddenly Zoe felt nervous that she was about to be pranked. All the sensations of her high school years began to boil to the forefront of her mind. Anxiety making her fingers freeze against her own black clutch sitting in her lap, and the distant noise of the bank associate saying, "Ma'am? Ma'am? Miss Wayne?" The ice began to break away, and Zoe found her new-found confidence that had been restored after years and years of Iris' torment. Why was she here now? Slowly Zoe turned her neck to look at the woman. Awesome, she's only gotten prettier since we last spoke, she said rather reluctantly inside of her mind, but her brown eyes peered up at Iris--defeated. Why was she pretending like they were friends? Iris had never reached out to her after she graduated and at a bank? Well... it just seemed like oversuspicious time the girl known for having sticky paws to pay her any sort of attention. Maybe it would be best if she kept Iris close for now. It's what Daddy would have done. "Iris!" she said, straining to fake a smile. "How great to see you," she said through clenched teeth. Finding that the stiffness hadn't yet worked its way out of her body. Her full lips pursed, as if she had taken a bit of a humble sour lemon, and she then stood from her spot and smoothed out the back of her black and yellow dress. Pulling it down over the black stockings that she was currently wearing. It was an awkward exchange to say the least. The way she shuffled her heels over to Iris, stood and faced the slightly taller woman for just a moment. Looking for the devious intentions in her eyes, but seeing nothing of the sort. Iris had fooled her many times before, so she didn't take this as an opportunity to put her guard down. Instead, she awkwardly opened her arms for an attempted hug. Her brows scrunching together, as a worried tone entered her eyes. Fingers graced the back of her bare shoulder bladed, and with elbows sprawled out to the sides she leaned in. Awkwardly trying to decide if she wanted to place her head to the right or the left. Changing her stance a few times, and even letting an awkward, "Umm... Oh!" escape from her lips as she leaned in for only a second to hug her. Repelling away as if Iris was a hot pan, burning her skin the longer she touched her." Yes. Miss Hannover is here to help me pick-up some items from the Wayne Estate security box," Zoe said. Hating to lie, but not wanting to upset Iris or let the woman too far out of her sight. Who knew what she was up to? "We will follow you there!" she added to the banker associate. Waiting for him to take a few steps ahead until she felt like it was good enough distance to whisper. Then Zoe grabbed Iris' arm, pulled her in closer to her body, and hissed into her ear, "Iris! Why are you here?! Are you up to no good with Joe and Bradley?!" Her eyes seemed tense and worried, but then as she looked up at Iris. A small sparkle of intimidation appeared in her eyes. Almost fearing whatever words would come out of Iris' plush lips. (Bradley Dawkins Location: Bank Tagging: Joe Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pm"Does the angry shouting after I dared use the term motherfucker count as talking? 'Cause, then yes, though I am not certain how I feel about the fact that such an influential and powerful man just had his hand so near the twig and berries." He shifted slightly in his seat and threw a glance back over his shoulder in the direction of the shop, jerking down on his tie a bit with a slight grimace. When Joe continues, though, it pulled his attention back real quick, and he arched a brow as he slipped out of the car and took a moment to comb his fingers through his hair to make sure it had the perfect lived-in look that he liked. "Your boss? So, what you're wanting is for me to basically only talk to you and treat them as if they were too bloody low on the totem pole for me to even deign to acknowledge them directly? Shall I use my posh British accent? I find Americans tend to believe anyone with an educated English accent is rich as balls, and probably a duke." He smirked as his accent shifted to something far more classy, easily slipping into something more befitting Patrick Stewart. "Don't worry. I know how to play follow the leader. Shall we?" He tucked his tie into his jacket and buttoned the top button before following Joe toward the bank. A glance around brought a sly grin to his lips when he spotted Zoe, but he held his tongue and forced the grin away in favor of a slightly bored and mildly annoyed expression. (Blue Streak - Jason Grant Location:The Slums > Abandoned Subway Tagging:Zoe, Jonathan Day/Time:Day 1–11:01pmJason's head upturned at the sight of a bat swooping down to greet the two of them. While the speedster smiled in delight at the arrival of one of their new teammates, Superbly, Zoe actually jumped in fright and ran behind him. Obviously not recognizing the flying rodent for what it was, just the transformation of a half-Martian superhero. It occurred to Jason briefly that maybe Zoe didn't exactly know what a Martian was, or their power sets. It was not exactly like a lot of them were around, and the Martian's that Jason knew of all belonged to the Justice League." Nothing to be scared of, it's just Jonah- Superbly". He cursed mentally, needing to work himself out of the bad habit of referring to people by their secret identities. When Superbly transformed in to his humanoid self, Jason gave him a quick nod and reached out to shake his hand. He and Jonathan lived together, and had interacted dozens of times at this point. But somehow in full costume, here on a rooftop of Gotham, things just felt more formal." Well it's a good thing you aren't the daughter of Batman, Charmer"Jason said in a surprisingly convincing lie." Then it would be weird that you are scared of bats". For a few seconds the couple in the distance came in to question, Jason almost instantly rolling his eyes at Zoe's need to defend that she was, in fact, not a prude girl. Anyone with eyeballs in their head would have been able to guess that from the skin-tight fishnets running up the girl's thighs. Or the corset-like vest she wore to press her bust up." You're just in time, Superbly"Jason informed him with a wide grin." We were about to go on patrol. I got a hot tip that some of Bane's gang is operating out of the sewers below Gotham. Obviously they are up to something, and I say we go find out what it is". His head turned to Zoe, listening for a few seconds while she explained the reports of random fires happening around the city. A thing he was also aware of." Well, maybe we can ask one of the thugs we run in to? Nobody knows what's going on in Gotham better than the criminals. Common, we can get in through the old subway station." Jason motioned for them to follow, and lead the group (assuming they followed) back down to the base of the building. Several blocks down the road Jason would find himself standing at the run-down, dark staircase of an abandoned subway entrance. Just like in the classic horrors he so adored, a flickering light could be seen somewhere down there, in the distance. Of course, it would have been just as easy to enter through a non-abandoned tunnel, but where was the fun in that." Jonathan, you're the Boy of Steel. Want to go first?" (Joseph W. Kerr Location: Ritzy Part of Town Tagging: Bradly Noticing: Zoe and Iris, briefly Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pm"You are a natural sir." Joseph replied, his tone already changed to the one fitting the role of a liaison between Duke Bradley and their target, the bank. Once inside, Joe caught a glimpse of Zoe and Iris but opted to ignore them, they couldn't break the act or risk someone catching on. Everything had to go as planned or the stooges running the bank might start asking questions." Lowman." Joe greeted a person by a table near the entrance to the vaults. "I am your three o'clock, this is my client we are short on time so let's get going." He managed to instill a sense of urgency in the bank manager as he quickly scrambled up and nodded along nervously. Joe had no history with the guy but had managed to convince him over the course of a few calls who he was and when to expect him. If they wanted a new client they would need to impress Bradley once he came in to personally look at the vault. Little did the bank stooge know, Bradly was just a way for Joe to gather Intel that would have cost him a lot more to obtain." Show us the vaults." He commanded the man, Bowman quickly taking him to the ones close to Zoe and Iris. "Bowman if you are going to waste my time, I'll find someplace else for the Duke here. I doubt this bank has what we need in terms of security."" Yes sir, sorry sir...this way." The man apologized as they left the main vault area and vanished out of sight. Joe found this moment to learn a lot about the bank's security, specifically what sort of vaults and mechanisms he was going to be working against...soon. The side vaults were a floor down and under higher security then the stuff above. Joe was keeping the manager busy, off guard so he wouldn't catch on. The containers within were heavier, larger almost intimidating. Whatever was in there belonged to powerful people and unless Joe wanted to steal it. "What do you think sir?" Joe turned to Bradly, cluing him he needed them to wrap it up. Recon was almost done, just needed to get away. (Wayne "The Charmer"Location: The Bank Tagging: Iris, Jason (Text) OPEN Day/Time: Day 3 - Afternoon Notes: Continued from previous posit was too much. Watching Joe and Bradley enter. Iris wounds from the sharp clawed words were still fresh and stung. Quickly Zoe slipped her fingers into her small handbag. "One second, Iris! I need to send a quick text to my BUH-- to my friend," she corrected herself as she quickly dashed her fingers along the screen of her smartphone. Pulling up the contact Brown Streak with a goofy candid picture of Jason. TEXT MESSAGE: Hey Jason. Mind meeting me at the bank in the ritzy part of town? I have a funny feeling... Her eyes dashed to the people around her nervously. TEXT MESSAGE: ...and I think I may need your help. For real this time. It's not a spider. Zoe sent the message and clicked the top of her smartphone to shut it off. Slipping her smartphone back into her purse and quickly following the assistant and Iris. ((#msg12137693)Location:Gotham HQ > The Slums > Abandoned Subway Tagging:Bane's Goons In the vicinity of:The Charmer, Blue Streak, SuperboyDay/Time:Day 1–11:01pmNicole wasn't the type of girl anyone wanted to stay cooped up in a room for very long. She'd go crazy trying to sit still for any length of time. She could only train for so long before hitting a training dummy became monotonous enough that she wanted to tear her eyes out. As soon as it was announced that they were going to be in Gotham for a few days, Nicole jumped on a computer and started researching. She knew they'd have a mission, but they were getting there early, so she was going to need things to do. One of those things included a patrol. Another included a good jogging path that might include window shopping. She just needed to getoutof headquarters anddosomething. Her search turned up some pretty interesting things, and she made notes about what she'd like to do in Gotham. One of the things that she got was that Batman was out of town. That made sense. It was why they were all there, most likely. That was privileged information given only to the heroes. Another pretty interesting tidbit was the explosions going on under the city and the rumors of the Bane Gang (which was immediately dubbed the Gang Bang in Nicole's mind) was also, supposedly, hiding under the city. The cops were stretched thin and going into a hideout of a major gang was probably suicide for them anyway. Once the day was over, and she'd managed to have a bit of a workout and window-shop, she then poured herself into the skin-tight Urban suit. A lot of people in Star City believed that Urban was a super strong, superfast girl that wore a shiny gray catsuit. She was fine with that, and she hoped the rumors persisted into Gotham. The fewer people that knew she was in a super suit, the better. She didn't do so much of a patrol as a bee-line for the abandoned train-lines and the stairs that led into something of an under-city. She wasn't planning on getting super involved, but if she found a lone goon...maybe she could make him spill the beans. Low and behold, that's exactly what she found. One poor guard on duty. Easy-peasy. She rushed the guard, and he practically panicked at the super heroine closing in on him so fast. He tried to lift his gun, but she was on him in under a second. She ripped the gun away from his hand then grabbed his shoulders and tossed him into a wall. It dazed him, and she was quick to rush over and pin him against the wall." Tell me what I want to know and this goes easy for you." She demanded. "Tell me how many of you there are. What's with the explosions? Where's your boss?" She shot the questions at him rapid fire. His eyes drifted down from her face to her perky breasts, and just smiled goofy. Urban's eyes drifted down then her face grew red. "Hey! Eyes up here!" She pointed to her face before returning that hand to his shoulders. "My boobs aren't going to save you from the nut crunch you're going to get if you don't tell me what I want to know." He grinned again." Uh, right now, there's about twenty of us." He smirked and it made Urban furrow her brows. He looked over her shoulder and she looked back in time to catch a fist to her jaw. "UGH!" She stumbled off to one side. The next thing she knew she felt someone's hand on her ass, then on her thigh, then on her breast. She mule kicked behind her, sending one man flying across the room. She punched the one grabbing her boob (and that was pinned earlier) in the nuts." Hands off, creeps!" She spun into a back fist that made another guy crumple. She wasn't trained...at all, in martial arts. Her moves were from movies at best, and what came naturally at worst. She picked up one guy after he kicked her in the stomach and used him as a weapon against his buddies, knocking down another four of them, but they were picking themselves up by the time she moved on to the next guy and threw him. She aimed for the wall, but instead he flew through the open doorway and into the stairwell, where Charmer, Superbly, and Blue Streak could see. They could likely also hear Urban's struggle. There were about five men on the ground, out cold, but she was surrounded. By the time any of the other got into the room, they had Urban off the ground. A pair holding her legs, another arms and another head as he rubbed it lewdly against his crotch. "Ah! Gross! Let go of me!" Others were pounding on her midsection even as she kicked one of the guys off of her legs and threw him at the wall. "Get off! Let. Me. Go!" (Blue Streak - Jason Grant Location:Gotham Bank Tagging:Zoe, Iris Day/Time:Day 3 - Afternoon Jason had decided that this afternoon he was going to catch up on his Hulu and Netflix queue. Prepping a full 10 gallon bag of popcorn, several 12-packs of soda, and making sure that he had the projector room in The Cove reserved that afternoon. The only challenge now was figuring out exactly where he was going to start?" Well, there's always Lost... but I had no idea what the fuck was going on in that one"he seemed to be the only one,"or I could check out Breaking Bad!" Jason was one of 'those' people during shows. He talked, threw popcorn at the screen, screamed 'don't go in there' and made loud emotional noises during peak parts of the episode. Nobody wanted to watch with him for good reason. The experience was short-lived, however. His phone began to vibrate, and after a quick look he discovered Zoe's text message about something going down at the bank." Again?!" He burst up from the chair in a swirl of blue speed-force energy. Minutes later he was running down the highway, up the main road, and gliding to a halt at the front of the Gotham Bank. Still dressed in his civilian clothing, and thankfully fast enough that nobody had noticed him just sort of 'appear' there all of a sudden." Nothing seems to be wrong..."he muttered. None of the innocent bystanders were running for their lives. Changing to a leisurely walk Jason pulled out the birthday check his Grandmother had given him that he'd never deposited. Figuring that since he was here, he might as well get that done. Once inside the man immediately spotted Zoe standing next to Iris." Hey there guys. So, Zoe, what umm... what's going on here?" (- Jonathan Kent Location: The Slums Tagging: Jason, Zoe, OPEN Day/Time: Day 1–11:02pmJon raised an eyebrow when Jason almost used his civilian name. Being able to use dual identities almost came naturally to the half-Martian, since his favorite past-time was impersonating other people. It took some getting use to of the idea ofotherpeople having dual identities, but he got the hang of it pretty quickly. Crossing his arms, he continued floating there, up in the air as Jason started explaining about some of Bane's gang operating out of the sewers." Oh hey, you know what? Since we're in Gotham right now, I'm probably going to need to change my look. You know, to fit the whole dark and gritty environment?" Jon grinned as he suddenly shifted his appearance to include a leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. He ruffled his jacket and bit and asked,"So... what do you think? Neat, huh? It's because my clothes are made of a special material that morphs with me. Otherwise, I'd end up shredding my clothes every time I go a size too big."(soon as Grant started heading down toward the old subway station, Superbly immediately followed along. As they approached the subway entrance, he dropped back down onto the ground and tugged his gloves tightly, as though in preparation for a fight to break out. When Jason made that jab about being the "Boy of Steel", Jon couldn't help but scowl in response." Sure, I'll go first. I ain't afraid to-"Wham! That was when a goon flew through the doorway and into the stairwell, crumpled into a heap before the three superheroes' eyes. Superbly blinked, then immediately flew down the stairwell and through the now open doorway. He instantly recognized Urban as one of the members of Justice Heroes. It was hard to forget a suit as shiny as hers, after all. Springing into action, he took on the form of a gorilla and grabbed a hold of one of the thugs holding one of Urban's arms. With the advantage of having the strength of a gorilla, he lifted the thug high up over his head before tossing him right into one of the other thugs, knocking both out at the same time. (Wayne "The Charmer"Location: The Slums Tagging: Jason, Jonathan, Urban, OPEN Day/Time: Day 1–11:00pmJason's quirky comment about her being afraid of bats and related to Bruce Wayne beamed an ice-cold glare shot directly at Jason's face. The man would have been lucky that Zoe didn't have laser-beam eyes, because she seriously contemplated about blasting him off of the rooftop and into the company of the newlywed couple across the way. "At least I'm not scared of hot girls," she added and crossed her arms under her bust. Giving him a glare as she raised her head high, and moved her attention to Jonathan. Who was trying on a new outfit. Fashion always made Zoe's eyes dazzle, and she took a moment to examine Superbly changing his outfit with a piqued interest. "Fashionable and practical! Love it! Maybe you could give Brown Streak a few tips!" she tossed a cocky grin, while following the two to the underground. For a moment, Zoe thought about making a silly 'Ladies First' joke, but then she realized she was no longer thirteen. A chipper smile was on her face, and Zoe didn't anticipate anything that strange to happen in their little patrol. Honestly, that's how these things usually went. Sometimes they got a clue or two, but it always, always routine. WHAM! Zoe's eyes perked, and she jumped up a few inches into the air. The mangled body of a man knocked out was laying in the rubble beside her, and sudden Zoe felt fortunate that she was walking off to the side. "Quick! Let's get in!" she said as she heard the faint noises of a protesting woman in the background. It was familiar. A few flutters of her eyelashes and she realized that it was, Urban currently being held hostage by a handful of men. Some already beat and bruised, but the young heroine looked like she bit off a bit more than she could chew! Plus, it looked like they were about to take a bite out of her, as well. "URBAN!" Zoe called out. Hopefully loud enough to distract the men, if even for a moment. Then the young magician took a moment and her gloved white hands glimmered with a sparkled magic. Smoke began to flutter from her hands, and then she quickly yelled to the silver speedster, "Get out of the way!" A small flurry of fireworks with small explosions blasted the henchmen that were surrounding Urban. Forcing them backwards on the abandoned platform as they scooted and fell off of the platform. Protesting as swarms of rainbow-colored smoke that filled their lungs as they roared. The henchmen's fingers reached out of the smoke, as the men hurried and attempted to jump back on the platform. Zoe snapped her fingers as more small fireworks swarmed from her fingertips, including a rainbow collection of streamers. Firecrackers popping along the grounds that mimicked the sounds of gunshots. "Blue Streak! Superbly! Quick! Block them off!" she suggested to her teammates. Knowing that they would do their own thing. There were abandoned trains that could force them into the tunnels. There was cement above them that could cause a rubble blockage. Then... there was also their immense amount of strength. The options were endless for the two macho men. And in the meantime, with the tips of her fingers feeling like the burnt ends of matches, she rushed over to Urban and slipped her arm around the small of her back. "Are you alright, chica?" she asked. "But holy smokes! You totally gave that one guy out there a brutal ass kicking. Where did that come from?" she jokes trying to lighten the mood with Urban. Knowing that they had gotten there just in time! Zoe would spend her time checking on how Urban was, before she would aid and assist the two boys fighting. Always feeling the need to help out other women for the sake of 'girl power!' and also because she was always more worried about her teammates than finding the bad guy. One of Zoe's many flaws that she needed to overcome before being promoted to the League. (Bradley Dawkins Location: Bank Tagging: Joe Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pmBradley followed the banker at his own pace, managing to keep up without looking as if he was actually rushing, his eyes roamed over the walls and ceiling with a marked boredom. Absently, he checked that the cuffs of his shirt extendedjustthe right amount below the sleeves of his suit jacket, seemingly paying little to no attention to the banker and his 'personal assistant'. As they stepped into the vault, he exhaled quietly in a sigh and lifted his gaze from his sleeves to pass a cursory glance over the room, shrugging one shoulder." It seems perfectly fine, by American standards, I suppose. I hate to settle, though, so we should check out the others on our list before I decide." He feigned stifling a yawn and glanced pointedly at the door. "I think we've seen enough here for the time being, don't you?" (Joseph W. Kerr Location: Ritzy Part of Town Tagging: Bradly, The Joker (Briefly)Noticing: Zoe and Iris, briefly Day/Time: Day 1–3:00pm"Shit!" For a brief moment Joe lost his composure, his little act shattered. Little in the world could do that, was he actually scared? Joe stopped in his track before reaching for Bradley in an attempt to pull him back as the Manager failed to realize they weren't alone...("Don't let me interrupt...go on." The purple suited man insisted, waving his hand at the wide-eyed man. Joe caught what the Joker was wielding, his own hand subtly moving towards a hidden pocket, something, anything just in case. "Uhuh uh...TSK TSK TSK...what are you doing slick?" He caught Joe with ease as he closed the distance between the three of them. "I am not upset... I am not." The joker's turned to the manager before he stabbed the man in the gut fast, the swings so quick it ended in a few blinks. The man only gasped once, his shirt turning crimson before keeling over, dead." It is so hard to find good help these days...so, so hard...they always end up...stabbed, shot....arrested... Ohh where are my manners!" The clown giggled and looked over at Bradly. "Hi, nice suit... Joe lay it on a little thick did he?" He looked over at Joe with a mischievous little glint in his eyes. "Nice suit...let me guess, Abating Family?" The bloody knife was tucked into the purple coat before he came up to Brad and ran his fingers down the material of the suit. "Fancy....but maybe you should pull off the heist first...good luck teepee." He chuckled as he walked past the two, down towards the other vault. A few moments later he was passing the other vault, stopped then peeked in to catch the three others in the bank. "Ohhh what is it, bring your friends to work day? Ahh, there it is!" The Joker walked backward a few steps, approached Iris and picked the clutch out of her bags. "Bye bye!" He departed with a casual stroll out towards the main lobby of the bank, his purple suit sticking out like a sore thumb. The bank went silent as he moved towards the front door, the older lady frozen as the Joker returned her clutch and left without a word. Joe swallowed a lump in his throat, unable to find words for what he was feeling. He knew he was in Gotham again, so much more had been spoken in those few glances than a lifetime ever would, and he was suddenly feeling really nervous. ((#msg12137693)Location:Abandoned Subway Tagging:Bane's Goons, The Charmer, Blue Streak, SuperboyDay/Time:Day 1–11:01pmWhen Superbly entered the room one of those men on Urban's arms was occupying his other hand with one of her soft breasts. "Ugh, gross! Hands off creep!" Then there was a gorilla. She saw the flash of red and blue before he got there and knew exactly who it was that was saving her! She felt the guy, that was palming her breast, ripped away and then tossed into another man. It freed one of her arm and she twisted her body to punch another guy away. She felt like she needed about ten showers after those hands had been wandering all over her legs and arms...and that one guy...ugh, he grabbed her boob! Next there was Zoe, and Urban looked over to find Charmer pointing her hands at her. She turned her face away as those streams shot at the rest of the men that were holding her in midair. She was dropped, unceremoniously, to the ground as they coughed and gasped. They'd taken a half beat to ogle the very voluptuous and scantily clad heroine. Some were already obviously turned on by the leggy blonde that they'd captured, and the rest seemed enthralled by the brunette that showed up next. Zoe could feel the men peeling her out of her outfit with their eyes before she shot that attack. Once it was thrown at them, though, the men returned to their fighting spirits and starting coughing and trying to find their way through the smoke and light. They were forced from the platform, though immediately tried to crawl back up. Urban jumped when she felt a hand on her back and one under her shoulder. She dusted herself off. She appeared to be clad in a gray rubber outfit, although it wasn'ttexactlyrubber. It felt more like spandex as Charmer placed her hands on it, and she'd be able to tell it breathed well since Urban was sweating a bit after that exertion. The material only got more interesting from there as, upon closer inspection, there were no seams or zippers. It looked like, somehow, Urban built the surrounding suit." I'm good. I'm fine." she squeaked out and brushed herself off of the dust. "Huh? What do you mean?" She gestured to the men on the ground that she took out. "I can kick ass..." Just not twenty at a time. She wiggled her nose (a bit like a rabbit. She continued brushing off dust from her butt and legs, then off of her torso as the boys (presumably?) cleaned up the mess with the many goons on the tracks. There were still those unconscious that she'd knocked out before the others got there. A total of four on the ground in her immediate area and the one that she'd thrown into the hallway/stair area." I kick ass all the time." She curled her arms up to show off her biceps. She was pretty fit, although her biceps weren't exactly the source of her strength. Furthermore, she was coughing every now and again from the streamer attack. "I'm thinking a gas mask might be nice to have around you." She pursed her lips. She made a mental note of it to think about later on. Something to cover her face, maybe some kind of rebreather technology. She'd have to do some research, that was for sure! "Uh, so, what brings you guys...and girl, down here?" She asked, trying to act as nonchalant as possible about having just been manhandled.

Justice Heroes - Gotham|rating:3.0

The Advanced (Shia and CederPearl) [Location_ Burning, Nevada]

There is an idea floating around in scientific and philosophical circles that because of technology and the human drive to adapt its environment to maximize human survival that evolution is, in effect, dead in the species Homo Sapiens. But there is a group of people who have decided to do something about that. It's not like there aren't mutations in the genome, it's just that natural pressure doesn't favor these changes anymore. Something must be done to prevent stagnation. That something is now called The Advanced. A secret society dedicated to finding mutations in the human genome, determining which ones would be beneficial to mankind's survival, and ensuring that these genes are passed on to future generations. Very rarely do this mutation result in anything dramatic. Most in fact are so minor that a geneticists word has to be taken that it's even there. But the Advanced are always on the lookout for genes to ensure are moved forward. The following is a very special case in the case files of The Advanced. I like to believe the reason why my father entered the Red Skunk that day was me. But truth is when he first ordered coffee and some food there... he was far from my mother, far from us, 'far from his story', like the Canyon Chief told me. He was a lost soul and therefore winds could blow him wherever they wished to. Then a good wind came for him - and brought him to us. Though he knew nothing about that when he glanced at my mother for the very first time... I can imagine her... working as a waitress all day and day after day... She smiles a lot. Dressed in jeans and those long shirts Grandmother weave, colorful and nice just like her soul. Her long dark brown hair in two braids, like she was wearing her hair since she left the big city behind... When I think about my mother she's never ill, she's always cheerful and in love with my father..." Hurry up, Mary or they will shred us for caffeine!" - came an orotund voice from the counter, breaking the relative serenity of the kitchen where she hid, clearing her bleeding left palm over the sink then quickly searching for something to cover her weakness. Her fingers were still trembling a bit...' No waitress is worse than an injured waitress...'- the young woman sighed, and a soft smile melted on her creamy face, native shaped eyes looking at her spontaneous work.' This will do...' A few moments later her fragile figure was moving and turning, almost dancing from table to table again, listening to a secret choreography. It was around noon, everybody in the modest pub was hungry and therefore a bit angry, but as she reached single guests and old companies one after the other - smiles signed her way, like she was the first sunshine of spring caressing the heads of flowers... even if faces there, drivers and dusty workers were far from 'flower heads'. The bartender, plump and kind, an older white man, had a worried look at Mary's bandaged hand... but he got the same reassuring expression in return. Time passes and people die. So make it better. North ran a hand through his hair as he walked in to the pub, his sharp blue eyes scanning the waitresses as he slipped smoothly in the booth. A hand moved for the menu, sighing when he realized there was nothing on it, he liked. He just hoped his target came to take his order, and not another waitress, otherwise ordering would just be a waste of money. Deciding on some steak and chips along with a seven up, North looked up, his eyes falling on to the woman with a bandage around her hand, a smile playing on his lips. Mary was slowly approaching towards his public ambush, maybe a bit too slowly for a waiting person, but it was not only her task but her kind habit to chit-chat a little while serving food and drinks. Many of the guests were old friends of her family or herself, and the fact she returned so suddenly quitting her medical studies shocked everybody. Though they were polite enough not to ask much and keep the smile, after all... well, it was just nice to have her with them again, whether it was because of her failure as a scholar university student or because of some misfortune relationship that ended in an unexpected pregnancy, the usual story... Born as the daughter of a native woman and a white man, turning into a smart and beautiful creature of God somehow Mary 'Star stone' Beckett symbolized Burning's most precious treasure: peaceful atmosphere. Since the army base closed and those experiments didn't send any "UFO" into the skies anymore the small community finally could return to the blessed rhythm of everyday life and focus on encouraging traditional healers and craftsmen to make a benefit here and not somewhere else, their community center was living its second golden age." Welcome to the Red Skunk." - her shining voice caressed his ear as she settled at the side of his table, lifting the old kettle a little. "Some coffee?"' I decided to write down for you as many details as I can about our first meeting with your father. I think this will be important for you one day - you are a woman too, even if you don't know about this yet. Furthermore, I watch you in your cradle, my uncle made it for you... you're blinking back at me... Yes, I can imagine you as a teenage girl, curious and hoping... The image is almost crystal clear... So I try to gather every little piece for you. You can put them together one day, if you want so, Fair... But please, don't be angry with me because of what I'm going to tell you know. It wasn't love at the first sight. Sorry if it makes you disappointed, I know you wished to hear something... 'extraordinary' or at least definitely romantic... Truth is your Dad was just one of the guests of that day, I haven't even paid attention to him more than I did with any other stranger that wind blew to our beloved Burning. Though he had very impressing blue eyes. That's the most I can tell, my little one. But this should not break your excitement to hear more, to hear the rest of our story. You know, things are not what they seem, not at all. I'm sure your Grandmother and Uncle Rattle tell you this often. They did the same to me. Listen to them carefully. And listen to what I'm telling you know.' North smiled kindly as she approached." Hey. Yes please, thanks - I could use some caffeine," he chuckled, eyes sparkling. "I've been driving all day. Have some business to attend to." Suddenly realizing he may have said too much, he changed the subject. "So, what's your name?" North asked, leaning back with a smile playing on his lips. Looking around the busy pub absently, his mind was racing. The information from the file had left his head - probably a good thing, as knowing someone's name immediately would seem suspicious. North looked back at the waitress, studying her subtly." What happened to your hand?" he said suddenly. Mary blushed a little -it only made her kind face more expressive, more enchanting- and quickly tried to make a dot at the end of this topic." Just my morning clumsiness. A cup. Unfortunately missing from my tray - landing on the floor. Happens sometimes." Still she forgot to tell her name - was it because of the second question, was it because of her shyness?..." You chose from the menu?" Her eyes were a warm hazel and her words casual, yet so clear. "Ah, sorry to hear that," North said, glancing at her hand again. He then looked to the menu, trying to remember what it was."Oh, yes. Hm... can I have the steak and chips please? I think that will be enough for the moment." He dashed her a smile as he handed her the menu again, swiping a piece of hair out of his eyes." Ma'am, I am intrigued to your name. Please, enlighten me." "Mary. Maria, actually." - the half-native woman nodded kindly. "But nobody calls me Maria... This is your first time in Burning, eh?" The insecurity that slightly wrapped him around she could only explain as the newcomers' excitement. Quickly her fingers stuck his order to the paper block. "Nice to meet you Mary. Yeah... kind of new to the surroundings. Everyone around here seems pleasant though." North least back, slightly more relaxed now as he dissolved in to the talk. "My name is North, by the way. North Wayne." "North Wayne" Mary repeated his earthly title with such fine emphasis like only pure, native people can do. Like she was tasting it, trying to grope the strings of his faith straining behind the letters..." Welcome then, I hope you're going to have a nice time here. Take a visit at the Community Center if you have the time. It's worth, I think. North..." A soft smile, both on her lips and in her eyes, another nod, a turn, and she was on her way back to the kitchen. But then..." Iorath. What sort of name it is?" Curiousity took her over, the child in her was always eager to find answers. North, North. North Wayne... A giant, living amongst the rocks maybe... Or a martial young god from above the skies, throwing arrows of lightning...? "What sort of name?" he laughed, adding in a slightly softer voice, "I believe it means Lord and Worth - and it is Welsh. Nothing exciting, really... my parents never were." North then let his eyes study her, twinkling slightly." Be careful in the kitchen, alright? Don't want any more accidents." He then picked up his coffee and took a sip, grateful for the caffeine sliding down his throat. 'When we first danced I was wearing a blue dress. That's the color of the sky. That's the color of your father's eyes - and yours too. Do you know that for months I was thinking on calling you 'Blue' if you're going to be a girl? Funny, isn't it? Or your mom is simply silly. But then we threw this idea away, not to make your life blue in any way. I hope you're going to like your name when you'll have to introduce yourself... So, it was a dance party at the Community Center, not a rare occasion in the summer, when they decorate the large wooden stage in the courtyard and bands come from nearby cities to make Burning worthy to its name. Mostly country, but native groups as well. Go and visit one if you can. Looking over this kind gathering, all the tables moaning under the weight of homemade sweets and liqueurs, roasts and wine and so on, meeting hundreds of widely smiling faces I felt completely reassured. 'Cause what more a hospital could give me? What's more than this? When we're so close to Life like this we have a tendency to forget about the fact of our mortality. And at that July night even me did the same. If you'd like to know I tell you that I was guarding the stand for donations, together with the eldest son of your Aunt Susanne.' North entered the Centre, intrigue written all over his face. Out of force of habit he scanned the room, smiling slightly when his eyes settled on Mary." Ah, Maria. What are you doing here standing by a stall instead of dancing?" North chuckled, approaching. His voice was soft, but clear even over the music. He swept in to a bow, grinning. "I would be so pleased if I could have the honor." He straightened again, eyes twinkling as once again his hair hung in them. He offered Mary his hand, glancing towards the floor where other couples were dancing. If he was prepared for any form of rejection then he was very wrong. Mary, just like other habitants of Burning had that willing openness that was the feature of people of hidden lands. Maybe it was because of the small number of souls born here, maybe it was because of their innocent goodwill, but kindness was their reality. Like they were a single smiling rainbow camp - left behind in the desert." Well. You can have it. Good evening." - she gave him a soft little smile, changing a look with the blonde boy on her side, a short silent conversation, then with a shy movement she slid her soft palm into his hand. "Just 'Mary' please." Only two days passed, the bandage was still on her hand. So did secrets in her soul. But for now she was just a small town girl, fond of fine music and dance, nothing more. Her long loose hair, still wavy from heavy braids just a few hours ago framed a face of strange harmony. "Mary then." North said with a smile, grasping her hand as he leads her to the floor. "How is that hand of yours doing?" he asked, trying to strike a conversation as they started their first dance. The young man was a natural mover, the music seeming to pass through him as he swayed in time. He twirled her and brought her close, putting one hand on her hip. North smiled slightly wider as he looked down in to her eyes. "It's nothing." - she settled her palms on his shoulder and his arm when another, more slow favorite began, making all the elderly ones around sing together with the lady on the tribune, her make-up a bit much, even in the insecure light of colorful lampoons." Dancing heals." - Mary winked at North with a playful smile, letting him guide them and moving perfectly natural, like a hand on her hip was a usual event in her life." And how do you like Burning? Do you plan to stay long?" "Hopefully, as long as I can pay the hotel - I'm loving it. Burning is quite something." North looked at the woman on the slightly raised stage, and chuckled. He then looked back down at Mary. "I agree fully - therapy for the soul." Twirling Mary, his swaying took up a faster beat as the music built. As the song slowed to largo once more, North put a hand on her cheek. 'Truth was by then my heart was racing like a fool, I felt like my escape, my whole sad return to Burning found its meaning in that man, standing in front of me...' Suddenly Mary pulled away, one hand let him go... but the other was still squeezing his fingers, face pale, lips trembling in awe." I. I don't even know you, it's. It's crazy!" - she laughed a little nervously but could not change facts.- That touch on her cheek felt like a peek behind the doors of Heaven. Wow. She touched its place herself - felt hot, pulsating, aching for more." And. What is your work North?.. Where did you come from?.. Why??..." Like questions could make what happened between them more innocent, more 'polite', more nothing. North shook his head, silent as he least down and tenderly kissed her. His hand returned to her cheek, cradling her head as he kissed her in the middle of the floor." My work... you really don't want to know," he murmured, almost bitterly. "I certainly don't. And I came from Charlottesville, Virginia." "Charlottesville. Virginia..." - she whispered but could hardly speak as she felt her lips stuck to North's at least for a lifetime. Forgetting all the other people around, the loud fun, the rhythm and spinning, date and location... For a few long, crystal clear moments there was only the duo of them existing and meaning the world from genesis to apocalypse, from the first myths of creation till the last ones... North slowly, reluctantly pulled his lips from hers, his eyes twinkling with a new light. Gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ears, he smiled." I shall have to take you there one day - it's beautiful. You can watch the sun rise over the Blue Ridge Mountains from my house." His eyes became wistful as he began swaying to the music again. Hoping it remained unnoticed she lost her balance for a few seconds but then the same satisfied smile shone up on her kind face as she nestled into North's embrace." And. When will be that day?" Mary teased him, but her question was a very honest one, actually. Sand in her hour-glass was moving much faster than the one in his... "Whenever you're ready, Mary," North said softly, tenderness creeping in to his tone. He wrapped his arms protectively around her, resting his head on the top of hers. "Whenever you're ready, I will be." He didn't let go - he wanted to stay like this forever, swaying to the music with Mary in his arms. Half an hour later, surprising or not, they were in the middle of passionate kisses a bit farther, behind a large carved statue, shaping one of the totems, Father Hawk and His transformation from bird to human, each stage representing a level of consciousness, the huge column-like figure standing in the dark as a ladder between earth and sky..." I think. We should. Maybe.leave?..." Mary was gasping for air in pleasure, fingers squeezing the skin of his head through North's strong hair, her dress was already wrinkled here and there, thighs trembling in joyous expectations, only..." I hope you have. At least one condom with you..." - her lustful chuckle caressed his ear and a soft mouth touched his neck again. North was already panting softly, his heart thudding with excitement as the hand on Mary's back trembled, his other hand strangely still on her cheek. He winced at the mention of a condom, but it was not visible in the dark. Lying to her was hard, but he knew the punishment from the organization would be worse." I have a condom, don't worry," he said softly, taking a step back and grasping her hand, giving her a final kiss before leading her from the shadows. "I suppose we should go to my hotel.?" North asked, his voice quivering slightly - barely noticeable, but it was there. He cursed his consciousness and heart repeatedly in his mind; why must he fall so hard for her? After all, he had been sent here on a mission... A mission he was sure he would complete soon, but feel sick afterward. If there was a mission left in this life for Mary 'Star stone' Beckett then it was to feel fine, to count and enjoy every second worthy and share it with others. The ones spent with this mysterious man definitely went under this category, and she didn't feel a bit of guilt when they retreated to the modest room he called his home these days. Nor her family limited her, a quiet little note to her mother speaking about the stranger she met at the Red Skunk and the name of the hotel was enough for them to know she was up to do nothing silly. With the smooth sound of a radio in the background and in the halo of a cheap candle-shaped night light she was getting rid of her clothes with such enthusiasm that any men could think she was an easy-going local butterfly. But she didn't even pay attention to this, after all he was just a come-and-go here, as they called those who were to leave soon and who else would be better for a little fun than an North Wayne, Charlottesville, Virginia, not speaking about his job, nor his reason to target Burning?... Night was long and for her: eternity. North fled Burning the next morning. By the time Mary was awake he would be long gone, driving down the highways as he tried to escape the guilt. That guilt only intensified as he listened to the radio - as he switched it on, Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion was playing. Clenching his jaw, North listened to it, the pain crashing on to him over and over again like waves, as intense as physical torture. Knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, North was fighting an internal battle. It was a mission! Nothing more. You knew the girl only a few days. You did your job, and that is the end of it. But North had read the whole file. He knew about the girls' illness. It made him feel sick at the thought of breaking her when she was just recovering from the news. In some cases agents had to be very patient and try more times, spending weeks at the same location if needed, playing their roles long, sometimes almost until becoming one with it. The most extreme case happened a few years ago when a man on duty had to marry his target-female, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make her pregnant. Unfortunately some male relatives of the happy bride were well awake and when he tried to escape through the window during the honeymoon he got a shot in the head. But baby was born safe and healthy. Mission accomplished... Here, with Mary everything went according to the Perfect Script, if there was one like that existing. By the morning North's special quick test already signed the fact of conception, only from a few drops of drivel. Of course, condoms in his bag were the same, 'special' to say so. A well known brand on the box - a well permeable material inside... But what they didn't know at all was the cathartic joy of their tool when the local doctor verified the fact of pregnancy a month later, immediately sending the young mother -and all the pinkish butterflies around her head- to the nearest big city for special examinations, just to be sure her disease that slowly ruined her life wasn't a reason to abort her joy. Everything started during the first year of the University. Like many other students who came from a modest background Mary could only effort the cheapest of rooms to rent. Little she knew about the still toxic crust on the walls of the former industrial building and by the time they discovered what could lay behind her symptoms of constant headaches and slight tremors - it was too late, her neural cells already began to atrophy, the wisest decision she could make was returning to her family and enjoy their closeness and care until it's possible. Yet know she felt like the happiest soul on Earth and maybe in the whole Universe of stars. Her deepest wish seemed to embody itself amongst the most impossible circumstances and soon the whole little town of Burning was excited and willing to help whatever the Beckett's needed. Nausea and dizziness, sometimes so strong that she was unable to rise from the bed didn't break her - only made her energies to keep the seed more intense. If Heavens close a door then they open a window. It was hers. The last masterpiece of her life, and North, the father lived as the angel of hope in her memories whenever she caressed her still flat belly... As the months passed, Oaths tension and guilt simply grew. What was happening with Mary? She was certainly pregnant, as North had received a letter not long after returning to his home with the title 'Mission Fulfilled'. He never opened it. The letter lay in a locked drawer in his desk. Iorath was driving through the town one day when his hands clenched on the wheel. Frowning, he took the next turn, a purposeful wrong turn... towards the highway, to return to Mary. It was a few hours, but finally he stumbled in to Burning again. Parking his car outside the bar, he ran in and went straight to the counter." Do you know where Mary Beckett is?" he said desperately. The woman cleaning the countertop told him, though suspiciously, and he said a quick thanks before bolting towards the location, knocking desperately on the door. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Then March came, bringing all her cheerfulness and pleasant moods with Her, after a long and desperate winter She was a relief, making the sleeping small town literally burning again, at least the noisy-cozy home of the Beckett's was definitely a buzzing one recently." Hello. What can I do for you?" An elderly native lady wrapped up the door with a smile framed by soft wrinkles, a boy around five clinging on her leg, pulling her long, handmade skirt restlessly'Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!'. The small, almost symbolic fence and the old rose bushes surrounded a home of love and friendliness, it was obvious, right at the doorstep. North was almost like a dog straining at the leash." Please, please tell me Mary Beckett is here. I am desperate... desperate to see her. I need to apologize, and tell her everything." North explained quickly to the woman, his eyes meeting hers and conveying all his anxiousness. It was obvious he needed Mary to be at rest. Isolde picked up the young ling just to make him quiet with this soft gesture - it seemed to work, as now her grandson was busy with groping her long braids put into a crown around her head." Why do I have the feeling that somehow... you are connected to my daughter's pregnancy..." - the woman added with a bittersweet smile, touching this lost soul's shoulder kindly." Iorath, is it?..." North winced, but forced a nervous smile on his lips." Er, yes. North Wayne. I... I really need to talk to her, ma'am. You're right, I had to do with her pregnancy, and I need to explain some things." His words came out in a rush as he looked over the women shoulder, hoping to glimpse Mary. The great mother of the family nodded, "My name is Isolde", and her expression turned into a more serious one now." Come on in, North. We need to talk a little first, I think..." Once they settled in the rather small kitchen decorated with kids' drawings and maybe hundreds of photos, both of native and white people, she poured a little tea for him that was smelling with fine and strong scent of herbs." Don't worry. They are all right. Mary and your child. However... her disease progressed quite a lot recently as. She decided to miss some of her medication in order to protect the baby from side effects. She seizure a lot yesterday, the doctor sent her to rest." Isolda was turning her own cup for a while, silent, in her thoughts..." Look, I won't ask you embarrassing questions. Neither I'm going to eat your head, I just. Want the best for her. We all want. So. My only question is. Will you stay this time?" She lifted her eyes at him again - the same sweet hazel tone. North's face became stony as she mentioned Mary's seizures." I made a mistake, Isolde. A large one. It has haunted me for the past eight months, and would continue to if I left. And I think I love her. So no, I will not leave. I will stay by her side through what remains of it." He met her eyes, though he was obviously trembling, whether it be through passion, anger, or fear. "I want the best for her as you do, Isolde. I cannot change what I did... I know it was wrong." A soft palm settled on his face, easing his pain and fears. Isolde leaned closer and planted a maternal kiss on his forehead, just like generations of women before her when they wished to heal." Oh, no! You did nothing wrong, North. From Charlottesville, Virginia" - she smiled softly, even a bit playfully. "You've made my daughter the happiest soul on Earth when she figured out she's pregnant plus she could keep the baby. And it continued. She's still unbreakable happy, no matter what. We should be like that too, so." Isolda patted his shoulder and raised from the old wooden table to lead him upstairs." Her room is downstairs but for today we carried her into mine. It's much peaceful. Quiet... You can stay there too if you'd like to." The movement how she pointed at the door was her permission. Here acts talked, not words. "Thank you, Isolde," North said softly, moving from the room and steadily climbing the stairs, stepping quietly in to the bedroom. "Hey Maria Beckett," he said, smiling at her as he entered the room. "I heard you haven't been taking your pills." He went over to sit at the end of the bed, looking down at the floor. "I... I am sorry for leaving you Mary. I should not have impregnated you then left. Furthermore, I really, truly am sorry." "Can you hear it?" - she patted her large belly through the blanket with a soft move, her hand trembling as she tried to lift it, weak her whole being been but still it radiated safety and courage." It's your father!" Mary was speaking to the baby quietly but was looking Achim, staring, like she was eying him for the first time - supported by a bunch of embroidered pillows she looked like a flower herself. A haggard but enchanting jewel, as her cheeks became more full and her smile enriched with a new sort of gentleness. Blinds were half lowered. The window opened just a little, but enough to let in a soft touch of spring, maybe the most bearable season here, in the middle of beautiful nowhere." It's good you've returned..." Mary whispered, then her voice trailed off, she closed her eyes and tried to relax... Even a short episode like this made her tired today, but her heart already relieved, and they shared the same joy with the cute habitant wrapped in the warmth of her body. Family. North teared up at the sight of her so weak, and all because of him - if he hadn't fulfilled his mission she might still be taking her pills, without the seizures. He slowly moved to lie beside her trying to not rock the bed." Sleep, Mary. I'll be here when you wake up." Knowing he would not leave her side ever again, he put a hand gently on her swollen stomach, smiling tenderly. "She's such a good child North!..." - she whispered on, tearing herself, her neck twitching a bit as she tried to turn her face more towards him. "I can feel it, it's going to be a She!..." With awkward movements she made their hands caress her belly together." Can you feel it?..."- A kick. Right into the man's palm. Just like:'Hey Daddy! I'm here!'" It's not your fault, before you say that, my love." Her throat already dried out, her voice became somewhat Cary, but she was too weak to drink by herself. "I was ill already when we met. Only time was too short to tell you then. They said I have one year left. My neural system shuts down. It was me who dropped the cup that day. The bandage, you know... They say it's a two. Or three percent chance to get pregnant using a condom... I'm so unbelievably happy we made it North!" - she giggled but then had to stop: pain cut into her thoughts again." Please give us some water. It's here, on the chest of drawers..." She pressed her closed eyes and lips, like focusing could help to chase stress in her cells away. She moaned a little, almost unbearable, squeezing his hand a bit more. North smiled, but instantly scrambled for her water when she asked for it. Gently opening her mouth he drizzled some of the cold water over her lips and down her throat. As he helped her drink, North thought about that kick. She must be so close to giving birth now, and she was so weak... what if she didn't make it through?" Mary, sleep. I'll be here when you wake... I'll always be here." He gently stroked her face, a watery smile on his lips. She slowly turned her face and pressed a kiss against his palm, nestling to it after with a satisfied smile, their entwined hands still resting on her belly-hill - which was visibly moving now, small waves of skin raising then settling... It was a mysterious sight." Then why did you leave?.. I don't understand..." She licked her lips - water did good, yes, definitely, but his closeness even more, her own tears drying in the warmth of his body. North wrapped his arms gently, protectively over her." I will tell you the full story afterward, my love. But for the moment, know this. I was ashamed. I was ashamed that I had only known you a few days, but fallen for you so deeply - I was afraid I would hurt you." He kissed the top of her head, massaging her stomach as softly as he could - wanting to soothe her. "Mmm. This feels so good..." - she yawned, relaxing fully, dropping her hands to the side as she let the proud father pamper their child for the first time. That little angel inside must have been enjoying his careful approach because She became still as a lake's surface after the storm." Maybe you could also give a massage to my feet...? Oh, sometimes they're heavy like hell by now! It's my shame that I've put up more than six kilograms." Mary giggled and tilted her head to see his gentle, loving moves better - and the expression on his face... North nodded, moving so he kneeled at the end of the bed, giving her a genuine smile as he began to massage her feet - he would do anything at this point to make her feel better." Mary... did they give you a date?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on her belly now; he didn't think he had felt this guilty and proud in his life. It was wonderful. Moving on to the neck foot, his eyes twinkled, that familiar twinkle that made his eyes look like the Pacific Ocean. ... But when he looked up at her again... she was asleep, with the smile of a fairy on her face, still like the slumbering mountains, sweet like Spring itself... Death froze, his hands stilling on his feet as he gazed at her soft features. It was a while before he rose from his cramped position, only to seat himself on the chair beside her bed. Soon he was asleep too, his mind flowing with thoughts on her and their child. In the morning a soft voice and the cozy smell of good coffee woke him gently... A pair of caressing hands... The warmth of sweeping breasts under Mary's long and baggy dress, as she leaned forward, her lips touching his..." Hey there, groundhog. I've brought you some breakfast." And indeed, she carried up a wooden tray, placed it on the small table close to the bed and then stretched her spine a little. Her condition was moving between extremities. One day she was only agonizing in bed, and on the other she was walking around cheerful and stronger, only with slight random tremors. Today was a better day after almost a week's hell. Iorath's closeness made a miracle. Slowly she was putting her long dark hair into a braid in the fresh light of Sun filtering in, then she caressed her belly through the pinkish material, placing a kiss at the top of it." Grow in health..." - the young mother whispered to the child and repeated it three times. "You are safe. And we love you so much!..." North smiled as he awoke, blinking dreamily. What a wonderful awakening. He placed on hand on her stomach while the other one held his coffee mug." Are you alright, Mary? Shouldn't you be lying down?" He was extremely proud of his unborn child, and it shone through in his voice. North, while drinking his coffee, realized she looked more happy and radiant than she had when he first met her. He realized he needn't be sorry... this, though killing her on some days, was giving her something to look forward to. "Mary... can't you take your pills? Surely the doctor would give you something else to help...?" Stretching like a satisfied cat she cuddled up close to him, placing her ankles on a few pillows and her palms around the baby, gentle and protective, rubbing and caressing." Those pills would block some hormones the baby needs to grow, so... I'll have to wait with that until he or she's born. But it's worth North, oh, it's worth! Just think about this: two or three percents - and it conceived! What else this could be than. The will of Heavens?" It was obvious how strong she was in this belief or hers and that it was part, if not the base of their happiness. Her happiness and the whole family's joy. For her this seed was literally a messiah, sent by above. Wincing at the mention of the percentage, North started to talk." That is the thing, my love... it wasn't a proper condom. It looked like it, but... it let sperm through. So you had all the chance of getting pregnant with that condom as you had with getting pregnant with unprotected sex." North pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. "God, Mary, I love you. I hate the fact I lied to you." Gently she slid one hand on his cheek - and the other above the Baby in a protective way." How. What. What are you then?? I mean. What did you want from me exactly that night??..." She simply felt tricked, used - but not upset. Not in a bit. Because this sweet stranger inside of her body was her whole future, the meaning of her slowly shrinking life - her everything. But as its mother she wanted to know truth. All the details. Her hand that was caressing her belly began to twitch and tremble from stress, but she only inhaled and exhaled long, strengthening herself and kept on focusing on North. Her love... "I used to work for a company that thought evolution was dead in the human race. There were dormant genes in a few of the humans, and the company matched a man from their team and a woman with a matching gene that could help continue the race." North started, his eyes on the ground. He leaned in to her hand slightly as he continued. "I was given a file name Maria Beckett. I knew everything about you before I even met you. My mission, as was everyone else, was to impregnate you. But after that night... God, did I feel horrible. I knew you were dying. Guilt chased me for eight months, gnawing at my heart." There North stopped, not wanting to go on. Gasping in awe she pulled him onto her chest, above their Baby and was stroking his hair gently, like North was a missing child himself, whispering soothing 'All right. It's all right, my love...'-s to him, resting her kind face atop of his head... Even if she had questions -and she had many-now it was the time of his confession and Mary, as the member of the tribe learned well how to listen to others, especially if their words were about pain and guilt. It was something very fragile and also a miracle in a certain way.- He had the strength finally to come back and stay by her side. It was something to be respected. This was unbelievable. He had lied to her. He had run away. And she still loved him? Still, North liked it, taking a deep breath, desperate for her scent." I will never leave you again." North whispered, laying a gentle kiss on the top of her round stomach. Gently he started massaging it again, humming. His deep, but soft voice, made his humming smooth and almost kind. A small smile played on his lips as he sat beside Mary. "Just tell me now" Mary adjusted her grown weight carefully to expose her belly more to the proud father and also to make herself sit more comfortable. "What is so special in our baby? I mean. What does she have that others not??" Yes, She was special for her all the time, since she has known about her existence. The most special soul on Earth and maybe even beyond. But it was hard to comprehend this child was also important for another group of people as well, others than their own family. And human genes in trouble? Hey, what was this whole nonsense about? And: now that he quit - there will be sanctions waiting for the traitor, her love, right...?! She still hoped it was only a bad, bad joke... "I am not sure about that one, Mary," North said quietly, kissing the top of her swollen stomach. "You had some dormant gene that matched one of mine..." He straightened and looked at her. "I'm sorry, Mary. I am, really. I... Furthermore, I can't believe what I did to you." North's eyes pleaded for her forgiveness, the one thing he craved at this moment more than anything. Iorath had not forgotten the conversation between himself and the employer. But that was for another time... when Mary was less unstable. But soon his long flow or words asking for forgiveness was quit by a few tender fingers pressed against his lips as Mary smiled at him, father of her child, softly and without a single spark of anger. Leaning closer she gave him a light kiss, pulling him closer totem." What you did to me, Reith... it was the best thing that could happen to me since the diagnosis... You gave Life back to me. Literally!" Mary chuckled and wrapped her arms around him, leaning his head against her belly, stroking his hair, that was still filled with the dust of this long journey here." Feel it?.. This is our baby. And you are her Daddy. Isn't it great? Just great, no matter why and how it happened. Now she's here and soon will be with us more... That's all that counts. And that. I still so would like to fall in love with you." - her sweet voice teased him, fingertips pleasing the skin of his head, making all his stress and worry rush somewhere else...

The Advanced (Shia and CederPearl) [Location_ Burning, Nevada]|rating:4.0

WONDERful Wishes

Introduction You're late! You're late! For a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye! You're late, you're late, YOU'RE LATE!!! Darn right you're late! And the Hatter does not appreciate such, even if his watch is two days slow! Take a look here to see the IOC forum of this role-play, and if you have any suggestions after reading this, please post so there. I'm not certain as to an exact setting of this role-play, but I imagined a city perhaps, or a suburban area at the very least. I don't know whether the characters would be in school or if they'd just be living their lives. The choice is up to you guys and how you play it out! Story Everyone has a wish.... And it would be truly wonderful if all wishes could be brought into fruition.... But alas, many people have worked hard to achieve nothing, and many people more have achieved that something and lost everything in turn... And yet, despite the futility of it, people always keep a wish in their hearts. Perhaps that's why the shop just one day appeared-perhaps it was just the mystery surrounding wishes given a tangible form. Because not everyone can see it- only those with a desperate wish in their hearts can-those willing to risk it all for the sake of their wish. The owner doesn't have a name, he's simply known as the Mad Hatter- because you'd have to be quite mad indeed to barter with him at all..... "But..." He'll flash a devilish smirk at you, "I can make your wish come true.... For a price, that is...." You see, for him to help you with your wish, you must give up something of equal value to him; in return, he will give you a pocket watch. Now that might sound silly, but that pocket watch does amazing things... It allows the user to transform into something entirely new with incredible powers.... Those powers different for every person, because the watch only gives you the means to obtain your wish, for the Hatter knows if you don't obtain the wish on your own, you don't ever truly obtain it at all. Thus, the pocket watch could make you fly, it could let you turn invisible... The possibilities are limitless...... But there are some rules that come with the game- and the hatter will tell you not to break them.... "Though I certainly won't complain if you do..." 1. You cannot tell anyone about the pocket watch and the unique abilities it gives you. 2. The pocket watch does not tell time, rather it tells how long- specifically how long you have to complete your wish. You must complete your wish within this time, or you'll lose your chance. 3. Corresponding with rule number 1, do NOT use your powers for any means other than completing your wish. The more you do so- even if for good reason-the more time you lose to complete your wish. 4. Should you complete your wish in the scheduled time, you must return the watch to the shop and give up your powers-in return, you will receive what it was that you gave up for the watch in the first place. 5. "I have a 'no return' policy... Once you start the game, you have to play until you win.... or lose.... Heh, heh...." If you fail to follow any one of these rules, you will not only lose your 'watch' abilities, but the Hatter gets to keep your payment. In other words, you'll lose forever whatever treasure you gave up for the sake of your wish. So what is your wish? To find love? To kill someone? Perhaps something deeper? Would you risk everything to get it? Do you have what it takes to obtain your wish? The Wishes If you have any ideas of your own that would fit in, please say them, as I'm always open to ideas. ^^ You have to keep in mind that none of the characters can tell the others who they are, and so they don't know that another person has a wish power..... Alice's wish is to make her love her back.... I. E the Cheshire Cat. The Cheshire Cat The Cheshire Cat's wish is to never fall in love again, for personal reasons of his own. The White Rabbit The Rabbit has a crush on Alice, and seeks to make her love him in return. The Queen of Hearts The queen wishes to kill the Cheshire Cat... Perhaps over an affair of the heart that went wrong.... The Mouse is dying from a terrible sickness, but he has accepted his fate for personal reasons. Yet people keep giving him treatments and trying to save him. His wish is to push everyone away so he can die in peace. The Caterpillar has a loved one-the Mouse-who's very sick; he (or she) is dying. His wish is to save this person no matter what the cost. The Duchess is angry at The King for personal reasons. She seeks to ruin him, destroying his wish by making him fall in love with her so that she can crush him. The King of Hearts The King lost a loved one, and never was quite able to live it down. His wish is to seal off his emotions permanently, so that he will no longer feel the pain. The Knave of Hearts The Knave had to watch his closest friend-the King-bottle himself up over his loss; his wish is to force his friend to feel his pain and grieve, so that he can recover and move on with his life. Tweedledee And Tweedledum Tweedledee's wish is to be recognized as a separate identity from his twin, but Tweedledum's wish is to be with his twin forever.... However, they share the same watch... Perhaps their wishes are not so different.... {Thanks oxtail} The Red Queen The Red Queen has been the White Queen's friend for a long while, but since the 'traumatic incident' her friend just hasn't been the same. She wants the White Queen to remember who she is, along with remembering their friendship. The White Queen The White Queen went through some trauma, and no longer remembers a great deal of her life-save the past couple of years. However, for fear of the pain the memories will bring, she does not want to remember at all. The Gryphon has led a hard life that's left him cold and cruel. His wish is simply that no one else's wish will come true, he wants to destroy the worlds of those who destroyed his. The March Hare The March Hare's simple wish is to make all others come true. He has lived with everything he could desire all his life, but giving others what they desire is something he has never yet achieved. The Hatter Since this character is kinda important to the plot, I'd insist on playing him myself..... Even he has a wish. And to get that wish, his payment was that he had to give other people the chance to earn their wishes too. I imagine I could add more characters.... But I'm not sure how many people will join, nor am I a hundred percent sure on everyone's wishes. ^^; So 15 seems plenty... I may even have to decrease that number o-o The Rules Ya gotta have 'em for the sake of madness (for although madness is dominant in Wonderland, a mad RP would not be good!) So here they are! 1. Stick With The Story I understand that there's a lot of potential for a lot of different things to happen in this RP, however, please use that lump three feet above your booty and consider the basic plot of the RP before doing anything drastic. If you're not sure whether something's allowed, PM me and ask me first! But please for pity's sake stick with the dang plot! 2. No Man's Land Corresponding with rule 1. If you have your character run off to the middle of nowhere without thinking of consequences, don't come crying to me when you run out of stuff to role-play and don't have anything to do. It's not my obligation to make sure that you and your characters remain a part of the RP. As long as you stay on topic and obey rule 1, you shouldn't have to worry about rule 2. 3. No God Actors Yes, I understand that all our characters have special powers and such, and I don't deny that every character deserves a chance to kick some ass every once in a while. However, if you can obliterate an army of the Queen's Cards with a toothbrush and a box of Crayolas, well, you're probably a bit too powerful. Try to keep things balanced, 'Kay? 4. No Damsels in Distress Corresponding with rule 3. Don't have your character get into trouble every two dang seconds. Yes, a little drama here and there is nice, it adds thickness to the plot, but if your character goes into a coma because she broke a nail, you need to consider the possibility that you're overdoing it. Balance is key. 5. Literacy IOC chat is one thing, but otherwise use that nice big vocabulary that you have and stay away from chat speak! Perfect grammar isn't necessary, but we have to be able to understand it. 6. PG 13 Nothing more! Keep it appropriate guys! 'Enough said! 7. Don't Ask to Join and Never Add It's happened before. I understand being busy IRL and not being able to post, but try and tell me if something comes up so we're not waiting for you to post if you can't. 8. () [ ] and {} Your Best Friends! Use for IOC chat in this forum! 9. HAVE A WONDERFUL TIME!! Most important rule! If you have a problem with the rules PM me. However, don't disobey them, I am master around here and what I say goes. I reserve the right to change rules as I see fit. Obey the thread moderators as well. The Profile Skeleton Send this to me in a PM! Username: (Your Username) Character name: (Your Character's name) Transformation: (Who your Character can transform into: i.e. Alice, the Cheshire Cat etc. Only one per character obviously) Age: (Your Character's age) Gender: (Male or Female) Magic/Abilities: (Your character's abilities when they transform-describe them!) Personality: (A basic outline of your character's personality) Bio: (A basic little background plot for your character, so we know a little about them) Appearance: (pics; anime preferred; or description) Code: Username: Character name: Transformation: Age: Gender: Magic/Abilities: Personality: Bio: Appearance: Accepted Characters Please click the link to get further information on the characters listed! Character Profiles Alice: flamethrower1391 The Hatter: xXastraXx The Cheshire Cat: Woofie267 The White Rabbit: Rebel Fey The Gryphon: flamethrower1391 The Mouse: Remark {I'm going to get this thing started because I don't want to make people wait more! Hopefully more people will join soon!} It had been a quiet day so far. It wasn't raining, but the clouds in the sky must have been keeping people inside, for the only sound that could be heard in the shop was the ticking of the Hatter's pocket watch. He plopped down on a plush chair and glanced at it; it didn't have the accurate time, but somehow he was rather amused at what he saw when he looked at it. "Has it really been that long...?" It was almost hard to believe that so long had passed.... But it wouldn't be much longer now before he got his wish-before his time could move forward again. His gaze shifted away from the watch around the shop, taking in all the beautiful artifacts and shining jewels, the jars filled with strange glowing lights.... Those "wares" were meaningless to him as he had very little use with riches or money... and things like the emotions or memories of others were nothing more than mere trophies. They were simply the merits he gained when the wishes of those who came into his shop went bad... But they served as eye candy to those who dared enter, enticing them further into taking the risk.... The tinkling of someone coming through the door made the Hatter look up. Perhaps there was another wish to be fulfilled... Akira didn't know how things were going to pan out. She had written a letter to Thomas. Would he read it, or would he just glance at it before throwing it in the garbage? And if he did read it, what would he say to her? Would he even say anything at all? I should really be home hitting the books. She had a huge test coming up at the end of the week. On her way home, she noticed a little shop that hadn't been where it was now. It couldn't have been. She was sworn that the shops on either side were right next to each other with very little room in between. How could a building all of a sudden exist between them? Intrigued, she turned toward it and walked through the front door with a slight giggle of the bells. She looked around the shop at all the contents. What is an odd place? She was unsure what kind of shop it was. Was it something like a pawn shop? Then she noticed a man sitting in a plush chair. The Hatter took in the appearance of the girl who'd entered his shop critically; she looked like the sort who studied hard and worried about their future... Yet she had a hunger in his eyes that he clearly recognized. Even someone as gifted as her had a wish.... He took a moment to decipher what that was.... "Ah, love." He refrained a laugh, "How very naive." Seeing the rather hesitant look on her face, he approached her with his most charming smile. "I'm terribly sorry to have not met you at the door." He said, bowing politely, "It is not often that I get customers interested in the game that I sell." They went further into the shop, until they finally reached a small room with a rather long table surrounded by plush chairs similar to the one he'd been sitting on earlier. Despite having admitted he'd not planned on any customers, there was hot tea that awaited on the table as the Hatter pulled out a chair and offered the girl a seat. "You may call me The Hatter." He said, taking a seat himself across the table, "Now, I already know what you desire, but tell me, does the bearer of this lovely wish have a name?" Akira was surprised that the man bowed to her. She had never met anyone who bowed these days. "It's okay." With that, she followed the man further into the shop. She wasn't sure were they were going until they stopped in a room with a long table and numerous plush chairs. She noticed the tea and thought, Not waiting for customers? Furthermore, she sat down in the seat the man had pulled out for her. Once again, something you don't see in this day and age. When the man told her what to call him, she thought it was odd. The Hatter? Was this by some chance a hat shop? And what was this about her desire? She usually didn't wear any hats. "It's Akira." "Akira..." The hatter repeated the name slowly, to get a feel for it, then he smiled and placed his hands on the table, eying her over them with interest-now was the moment of truth. Bargaining time. "Well, Akira, I am by no means attempting to be rude-" Indeed, his voice was perfectly cordial as he poured a cup of tea and offered it to her, "-But I shall get right to the point and skip the idle chatter for the sake of saving us both some boredom." He then stood up and walked over to an ancient looking cabinet, opening it up carefully and pulling out a shiny pocket watch much like his own; he then placed it on the table in between them before resuming his seat. "Now, placing the matter of what's possible, and what is still possible, but you believe it not to be aside.... what would you say if I were to tell you that I could grant your wish? His eyes narrowed slyly, knowing he'd have to throw her a bone to get her attention, "Even your wish for someone's love can be granted by my wares... If you accept my offer that is." Akira was shocked that he knew of her wish. How could anyone know something like that? It was like the man could read her mind. The thought of it made her uneasy. If he could read her mind, what else could he do? She looked down at the table where the Hatter had placed the pocket watch. Was that his offer? A pocket watch? Looking up at the man, she asked, "I believe most wishes can not be granted without some miracle, but what is this offer you speak of?" She wasn't exactly sure what this guy was after, but she'd thought she plays on. Maybe he could grant her wish after all. There was only one way to find out. "Indeed your words are true." The hatter conceded, the smile never leaving his face and his cordial demeanor remaining deceivingly sly. "Should you accept this offer, you will simply gain abilities-" To emphasize the idea that the abilities he spoke of were surreal, he made another pot of tea appear as if from nowhere and poured her another cup. He'd lured her in already at this point, she would not run away at the sight of magical tea. "-The abilities differ depending on the wish-" He continued, "-I cannot tell you what yours will be, but they will make your wish that much more within reach. Using those abilities as a means to an end, you will achieve your own wish-for if you don't achieve the wish through your own endeavors, have you truly achieved it at all?" He laughed casually at this paradox, fingering the pocket watch as he did so. "Now there are a couple of rules to the game- I can't simply go giving out my wares without some restrictions!" These he proceeded to explain, his manner remaining charmingly polite despite the harshness of them. (They're in the post of the story ^^; I don't want to list them all again....) "Now in the rules a payment is mentioned." The hatter concluded, crossing his arms, "That is where your decision becomes crucial... Your wish for love is your greatest desire.... And so what you give up must be of equal value.... And this could be anything. A physical possession... Perhaps even your soul...." He smirked rather slyly, "It is not a decision you should make lightly... But if your wish is important enough...." He picked up the watch and let the light hit it to emphasize his point.... Akira jumped back when the pot of tea came out of nowhere. She wasn't one to believe in magic, so automatically she thought of it as some illusion, but something was eating away at her. If it were an illusion, she'd be able to easily figure out how it was done. She listened intently to the rules and thought about what she could give up in return. What was the probability she would achieve her goal? If it wasn't that high, could she give up her soul? "I'm not sure, sir. Given up a soul is not an easy task for anyone." "Hamm.... Might I make a different suggestion then?" The Hatter looked thoughtful. He could tell that the girl was intrigued, and he didn't want to lose a sale- a chance at his own wish. "Perhaps the payment can be your ability to love at all." He pulled out a strange looking jar-similar to the others on the shelves in his store that were filled with strange glowing things. "It will go in this jar, but you will still remain connected to the emotion... Only if you don't complete your wish will you truly lose it." He smiled that winning smile again. "That's rather a good deal if I do say so myself, it's almost like you're not really giving up anything-" She'd still be able to love after all, only if she failed to complete the wish would she really have to pay; the Hatter was really sticking his neck out for her. "- and with the powers of the watch, and your feelings as deep as they are, fulfilling your wish shouldn't be a problem." He fingered the watch again, tempting the girl with it, knowing she was considering his offer. "A shake of the hand is all it takes to complete the deal.... And the ability to grant your wish will be at your fingertips." This new proposal was a tempting one. If she couldn't have to man of her dreams, then she never wanted to love another soul. She could do this, and the man said all it took was the shake of a hand. Whether the man was pulling her finger or not, she'd find out soon enough. She held out her hand and said, "I accept." It felt like a great burden was lifted off her chest. Even though she'd still have to do some work to get the guy, she felt better about her chances. Even if it was all a hoax, the watch would be like a placebo. The moment that their hands touched, a glow surrounded the two of them; around their wrists appeared a magical chain, sealing the deal that had been created. Following this a glowing pink mist appeared, surrounding Akira heavily, but it was sucked as if by a vacuum into the jar the hatter had pointed out before. All this happened in a matter of seconds, too quickly for the girl to have a chance to take back her acceptance, or perhaps even fully understand the weight of what had happened... But the Hatter knew.... A new game had begun. The deadly game of wishes had been set into play again.... And no matter what, he would never lose. He picked up the pocket watch and placed it into Akira's hands, and just like that, it began to tick away the time. "And so the contract is made." He said with a mysterious smile, "Your game has begun." Then with a snap of his fingers the scene before the girl began to distort and lose shape, and in the blink of an eye she was back on the street. The shop was no longer where it had just been.... But the pocket watch was still in her possession. {I love the mysterious hatter~} Thomas was on his way home from work at abut that time, and happened to pass right by where the shop had been. He saw Akira in the street, staring at where the shop had been, and shook his head. He recognized her, but he couldn't really recall her name. Furthermore, he wasn't that close to her or anything, but he did recognize her. Shaking his head a little, he decided to leave her alone. He had to get home and do things anyway. He had a book to finish, cleaning to do, and a friend's pet to take care of. It was going to be a long weekend for him. And he didn't even know about some new things that had come along, in the form of the shop and Akira... Even though it was only a few seconds, it seemed to drag on. The chain, the glowing light within the jar, everything made Akira rethink what she had done, but she didn't have time to speak up. She looked down at the pocket watch before everything around her disappeared and was replaced with the street outside. Everything seemed like a dream. The buildings on either side of the shop were side by side again. It wasn't until she noticed the watch still in her hand that she realized it wasn't a dream. How could any of it be real, and what was this gift she was given to fulfill her wish? Akira froze when she saw Thomas. Had he read her letter yet? She was unsure of what do, so she simply said hi. Then a thought came to her. Whatever her power was, she'd give it a try. The only problem was she didn't know how to use it. Thinking about it for a while, she could feel the atmosphere lighten up a bit. She felt warm and happy. Thomas was rather surprised when Akira said hi to him. "Hi," he said quietly. "Are you okay?" She still looked a little out of it, and he didn't want her to collapse on him or anything. Then he started to relax, and he even smiled a little. Um. Wait a second. Hadn't he just been thinking serious thoughts? But it seemed unimportant now as he looked at Akira. Akira could have jumped with joy when Thomas replied. She always wants to talk to him, and here he was asking her if she was okay. Quickly she replied, "Um, yeah. I'm fine. Just a little out of it. How are you?" She smiled up at Thomas. It looked as if whatever this power of hers was working. She was surprised. Something like this couldn't be possible. Maybe if humans used all of their brain capacity. "Fine." Thomas smiled a little at her again, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced at his watch and paused. He really should be going soon, because he still had work and things to do. But he didn't quite want to leave. Not just yet. "That's good." Akira looked around the place. She still couldn't find the shop that she was in earlier. She notices him look at his watch. "You must be busy. I'll talk to you later." The girl became sad and so did the surrounding air. She looked around confused on how it happened, and if she was the one doing it. The Hatter's shop had moved to another location-he generally he liked to change location after a customer had left so they couldn't come back and complain... Or demand how to work their powers. It wasn't his job to give them instructions, he gave out the watches-the rest was up to the customer- and the powers were random, so he couldn't know how to control someone else's. So the shop had simply appeared in another unlikely area, waiting for another unlikely customer with a wish in their heart.... But the Hatter wasn't about to let someone leave his shop without seeing how they were doing; using a nearby mirror, he watched the situation between Akira and Thomas playing out with great amusement... At the same time he tried to analyze her abilities. It could come in handy to know them later... The boy was a curiosity as well- it was clear in his eyes that he had a wish too.... but because they were not face to face, the Hatter could not determine what that was... Still, if he had a wish it was perfectly plausible that he might end up in the shop later... So he decided not to fret too much over the boy. "Yeah, I'll see you later." Thomas nodded to her, though he suddenly felt sad. He turned and left though, since he knew he needed to get going. And he wasn't going to keep her hanging around in the middle of the street either. He was on his way home when he noticed an odd-looking shop he'd never seen before. He hesitated before he shook his head. No. Work first. Then, if he had time, he could come back and take a look. Not that he needed to, but he was rather curious. After he was done working, he promised himself he'd come back and take a look. His heart beating, Back ran down the street. The letter he had stolen practically burned a hole in the pocket he had stuffed it in. It was a letter from Akira, not to him (he wished!) to Thomas. The thing was Back liked Akira, and it pained him to see her pine for someone who obviously didn't want anything to do with anyone. Stealing the letter had been a rash decision. It really wasn't for selfish reasons, though it looked that way, but because he couldn't stand seeing the girl he loved dearly getting hurt. That's why he stole Akira's love letter to Thomas. Looking ahead, Back saw none other than Thomas, the devil, walking towards home. There wasn't much of a chance Thomas would acknowledge Back (heck, nobody did) but he was feeling really paranoid, so he dove into the first shop he could get into. A tinkling of bells and a smiling face greeted him. A guy in this really fancy looking chair was the one smiling. Back looked around warily. There was a bunch of random stuff around. What kind of store is this? He thought. Then the man stood. The Hatter looked up, rather surprised when someone came dashing into his store in a hurry; it was cloudy, sure, but it wasn't raining yet, so what was the rush? He glanced out the window, seeing the boy Akira had been talking to walking by... Had this kid been running away from him? "My goodness, I seem to be rather popular today!" He stood up and walked over to the boy, bowing to him politely and smiling invitingly as he led him to a seat at the table- it wouldn't do to simply leave a customer in the doorway. Then, pouring him a cup of tea, the Hatter took him in. He was rather tall and scrawny looking, but there was an elegance in the paleness of his skin, and his gray eyes were piercing.... The Hatter recognized the desire that burned within them-another powerful wish..... And yet.... "Interesting..." This boy's wish was to find love, but he sought the heart of someone who had just left his shop with the intent of winning someone else' affections.... "If I give this boy a watch.... Someone will lose...." He had to refrain a smirk at that. What did he care if someone lost? No matter what, he would always win. That was what made the game so fun. "Regulars here call me the Hatter." He said, offering the cup he had poured earlier, "And of course I appreciate knowing the names of those I deal with, so tell me good sir... What is your name?" His mannerisms were very cordial and polite, but there was a deepness in his eyes that said he knew things.... His gaze was riveting. "Back Carter" answered Back. This whole situation was so weird. Who bows anymore? Maybe it's a prank, but...this guy would have to be a perfect actor. Still...what kind of shop serves tea? "Hamm, an interesting name..." The Hatter took a seat across the table from the boy, eying him carefully as he continued, "Now, as much as I enjoy small talk, the look on your face seems to tell me you do not feel the same in this situation, so I shall cut to the chase." His gaze narrowed just a little bit, but his tone remained as cordial as ever. "You have a wish. And I can give you the means of making that wish come true. Are you interested?" He knew that the boy wouldn't believe him right off the bat, but he was interested at least; the Hatter was taking a different angle with this one, being very straightforward rather than leading the customer into it like he'd done earlier. The reason why was simple: he had leverage. "Y'know... A girl just your age left my shop earlier...." He said nonchalantly after a pause, as if making conversation. Because of the rules of the watch, he couldn't directly mention Akira's name, but he hoped this boy would put one and one together. "She was talking to a rather handsome boy outside for a while after...." He looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, "With her new abilities, she should be able to win that boy's heart no problem...." Back's heart beat a little faster. The odds were about a hundred to one that the Hatter was talking about Akira, but this strange person had something about him...in his eyes. Those enticing eyes held secrets. Back could tell he knew things, and his heart told him that the Hatter was referring to his darling Akira. Then an arrow went through his heart. She had been talking to Thomas. The whole "wishes" thing sounded crazy, but he'd try anything to win Akira's heart, even if it did turn out to be a sham. And if it was true, she had received the same help for making her wish come true. With a sickening lurch of his stomach, Back winced away from the thought of what her wish was. With a new desperation, Back looked determinedly at the Hatter, "I'm interested. So what's this all about?" {I've already explained the rules of the watch in the last couple of posts... So I'm just gonna summarize... Pleeeaaaase don't make me explain it again. O-o It'll get crazy repetitive.} When the boy showed interest, the Hatter proceeded to pull out a pocket watch, like he had done with Akira, and explain the rules of the game. He made sure to emphasize the payment had to be of equal importance to the wish, and that it could be anything-from something as ethereal as his soul to something tangible like a personal belonging; he also carefully emphasized that if any of the rules were broken the watch would stop working, and he'd keep the payment. It was important that the customer understand the rules of the game, so that they could not complain should they lose. He made another pot of tea appear while he let the words sink in and register, pouring them both another cup; he sipped his nonchalantly for a couple of moments, but eventually broke the silence. "As you can see dear boy, the game is not an easy one and the payment to join in will not be light." He finally said, "And yet... I see in your eyes that you know... It's the only chance you have of winning her heart... So..." He smirked a bit, fingering the watch like the treasure he knew it was, "What will your payment be?" Back gulped. He didn't like how the Hatter looked at that last part, like he was a piece of meat. He had no idea what kind of payment he could give the guy. Furthermore, he did have his limits, though...he was keeping his soul. "Uh what do you want?"asked Back uneasily. {Hmm.... I don't really know what to do for his payment.... What do you think? Maybe his memories of Akira? Like, if he doesn't win her heart, then he'll lose any recognition of who he was in love with-the feelings will still be there... but he won't know where they're coming from?} "Hamm...." The Hatter looked thoughtful for a moment, "Well... What is something that is just as important to you as your desire to win her heart?" He acted as if he knew exactly who Back's wish was about... And of course he did... But he decided not to directly mention it. "Memories perhaps...." Another thoughtful pause. "What if..." an idea began to form, "Your payment be one you only have to make should you fail.... If you fail to achieve your wish... you will lose all memories of the girl you love... the emotions will still be there... But you'll never remember who they're for." It seemed like a very equivalent exchange to him... But of course it was the boy's decision. Sgt;Sgt;after this one I'm done for the night:Dolt;Lt; Thoughts rushed through Back's head like an avalanche. Never remember Akira again? Could he take that chance? Heck, yes. Back couldn't fail in winning his love's heart. He was willing to risk everything if it meant he could be with her forever. "Deal" Back answered firmly. He took the pocket watch from the satisfied Hatter. Only when he was outside the store did he remember to ask how to use his powers, or even what they were. However, when he turned back, the strange little store was gone. A shiver crept down his spine. Tucking the watch into his pocket, Back started down the street. Sgt;Sgt;I will post more later, but I need sleep. Goodnight:) Back suddenly was knocked to the ground. The change he had been holding scattered everywhere. Blond hair covered the face of the person who had rammed into him." Watch where you're going!" Back cried annoyed. When Blondie didn't respond, he added,"Could you at least have the decency to help me pick up my change?""okay" the girl agreed readily and started to frantically gather the scattered change. When bey k got a glimpse of her face, he got the shock of his life. It was Jan Caren, a girl who would have normally put her nose up at a request as such. Back got an odd feeling... Akira had returned home quite quickly. Upon seeing her brother home, she blurted out everything that had just happened. Sensuous knew something was up with the girl, but he didn't know what. She never spoke of anything to him, and he was rarely ever home to listen if she did. Working two jobs was time-consuming. He couldn't believe what the girl was going in about. This magical shop showing up out of nowhere and some guy who promised to help grant wishes wasn't real, and he was surprised his sister believed any of it. At first, the girl said it had to be a real, but then she showed him the pocket watch as if it proved that everything that happened was true. On his way to the restaurant in which he worked at, he passed a shop with the same description his sister had given but not in the location she had said. So this is the place. Guess I'll have to check out quickly before work. With that, he entered the shop, unsure of what he'd find. [{Oh! If you guys have any ideas for plot twists post it in the IOC forum-there's a link in the first post! That way we can keep things real interestin' too!} The Hatter looked up in surprise when yet another person stumbled into his shop; he had never been this popular before-there were never many people in the world who were willing to risk it all for their wish. It must have been the fates working in his favor... because the more sales he made, the closer he got to achieving his own wish. With so many people out in the world using their abilities, it'd only be a matter of time before he had enough karma to make his own wish come true.... And then no one else's wish would matter. "Welcome, good sir." He bowed politely to the newcomer, leading him deeper into the shop so he wouldn't be left standing in the doorway, "I have not had so many visitors in one day in a very long time, so please forgive the messiness of the shop-" He made some tea appear; it was reflexive at this point, and the Hatter could tell at a glance that magic tea wouldn't be enough to send this man running. "-Please, call me the Hatter." He poured a cup and offered it to his customer, "Care to share your name, sir?" His tone was polite, but his demeanor was cool and analyzing. The guest looked a lot like the girl who had come into the shop earlier... Akira... Yet her wish had been so naive and innocent... One look into the dark abyss of this man's eyes showed a much darker desire. The Hatter smirked inwardly. This was a man who he could relate to- an entire world destroyed, and wanting nothing but to destroy the worlds of others in turn-his wish was, in a sense, similar to his own. The Hatter greatly looked forward to the game this boy would play. Sensuous's interest was piqued. Everything within the shop was quite interesting. "The name's Sensuous. So Hatter, how does this thing work? Do we just tell you our wish, and you give us one of those pocketwatchs?" And if so, what would he wish for? A better life for his sister and him, more money, or something else they really needed that would benefit their futures? There were many things running through his head, but he felt that it was all wrong. Things should only be achieved through handwork and dedication. If you couldn't achieve it on your own, have you really achieved it at all? With the pocketwatchs and these so-called powers his sister spoke of, the people who have asked this man before him for their wishes to be granted weren't really achieving their wishes on their own. Those who have been given these pocketwatchs and those who later will receive one shouldn't have their wishes fulfilled until they achieve it by their own means. "Goodness no!" The Hatter laughed, not seeming at all surprised that the boy knew what he was talking about; he must have been Akira's brother, it made sense that way.... But Akira had cut it close-telling about the shop was fine, but if she had told any specifics about her pocket watch and the abilities it gave her she'd have lost the game before it began. "The game is much more complicated than that." He let those words sink in for a moment, the smile never leaving his face, but his eyes remaining piercing as ever. "I already know what your wish is, so it would be redundant to tell me." He continued. Then he placed his hands calculatingly on the table and proceeded to explain the rules of the watch- emphasizing the price should any of those rules be broken. "Should any of the mentioned parameters be broken, I get to keep your payment." He concluded nonchalantly, "And the payment must be something that is of equal value to you as the wish you're giving up- I do not have any restrictions on what that payment is, so long as it covers the cost." He finished his explanation as nonchalantly as he had started it, as if this was the sort of thing that happened every day.

WONDERful Wishes|rating:3.0

Wizard 13 vs. Fighter 20, fight three.

Doc Roc, Wizard vs. Gonna, Fighter Map:Spoiler Hide You meet in the parking lot. You are outdoors. The pink cars are 4' tall, the blue ones are 7' tall vans. The white markings are just for show. For Gonna:Spoiler Hide You start at T3 to U4, standing on the ground. Spaces Q16:S18 are occupied by a gigantic robot. A great, tall, figure with wings occupies spaces U16:V17. For Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide You start at T16, standing on the ground. As soon as initiative is rolled, your familiar expands to titanic proportions, occupying spaces Q16:S18. You are riding it. Your Simulacrum stands at U16:V17. If there are questions for me still pending, you can start by saying so. And in this match, please explain your action sin detail(spoilered for me if necessary). These characters are complicated, and I doubt that your actions will be less so. You may roll initiative. Unit:(1d20+20)[27]Includes the casting of nerve skitter, which triggers a number of my contingencies. I have a set of questions unanswered. OK, I am watching the PMBOK like a hawk. InitSpoiler Hide Dude I'm Tripping balls [/roll]1d20+19[/roll]Unit Roll [/roll]1d20+19[/roll] Reroll (IF the rolled result of my first roll is less than 10) from lucky start [/roll]1d20+19[/roll] Danger sense reroll I chose the better of my two rolls The rolled result wasn't less than 10 so its 39 or 37 I take the 39 bugger InitSpoiler Hide Dude I'm Tripping balls (1d20+19)[5](24)Unit Roll (1d20+19)[5](24) Reroll (IF the rolled result of my first roll is less than 10) from lucky start (1d20+19)[10](29) Danger sense reroll I chose the better of my two rolls I take the 29 Gonna, you're up. What about my PM? Originally Posted by Gonna what about my PM? The descriptions I have given you so far are accurate, as far as I can tell. Spoiler Hide I activate my dust of disappearance [roll]2d6[/roll] and move to I4 edit: I'm getting screwed by the dice roller lately.edit2: I'll just pm you Interesting. Godna:Spoiler Hide Roll a spot check for me, please. And I have been withholding information by accident. You see that the giant robot is, in fact, just a familiar that has been mutated by some spell. Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide If you want to use your giant robot to hide, please roll a hide check. Also, roll a spot check. You do not see your opponent at this point. Doc Roc is up. My hide:(1d20+22)[28]Spot/listen for my be-winged ally:(1d20+16)[30](1d20+16)[22] Spoiler Hide (1d20+11)[12] I saw Spot run(I hope) edit: what kind of familiar? My hawks spread out, keeping no more than sixty feet from me. I activate my contingencies with small free action motions. Spoiler Hide True seeing switches on. Need more info before continuing my turn.@go: It _Was_ a raven. Now it is an enormous construct of some sort. You're not supposed to read my spoilers you know. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Spot/listen for my be-winged ally Spoiler Hide "I detect the presence of something invisible.," it says. And yup, I know there is True Seeing going on. Doc Roc, you're still up. Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I saw Spot run(I hope) Spoiler Hide Nothing to see here. Originally Posted by Gonna Your not supposed to read my spoilers you know. And yeah, that too. Planetary -Sgt; Miracle -Sgt; Discern Location, obviating the usual casting time. I know his name, so... Swift action to discharge surge of fortune, auto-passing the CL of his ND effect with a caster level check of 38. I know his exact location now. My planetary will pass this on to me in moron. Can't, as I didn't get a chance to steal an object of his, as originally planned. He just said he couldn't do it.edit: Wow that post disappeared fast.edit2: after this is over I'd like to know what thwarted your theft attempt. Originally Posted by Gonna He just said he couldn't do it. Edit: Wow that post disappeared fast. It was there for like 10 seconds. Impressive reaction time. 0_Ono, wait, it must have been there for the whole minute it took me to read the spell description... Planetary casts helping hand, and offers the name of our shared foe, his class, level, and the fact that he is invisible. Helping hand will go hover over him and point him towards the very visible planetary. This is not divination, and has no failure mode, so within a round or so, it will find him. The enormous construct will lift off, moving upward to the best of its maneuverability, and never moving more than 60 feet from the circling hawks. Helping Hand requires a physical description. Spoiler Hide It says that this cannot include class and level, as well as actual profession. I guess it just fails to find him. Awesome. Actually, I know his race is human, though that may be meta-gaming. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Spoiler Hide It says that this cannot include class and level, as well as actual profession. I guess it just fails to find him. Awesome. Actually, I know his race is human, though that may be meta-gaming. Spoiler Hide Yeah, that would be meta-gaming. And quite useless, as the nearest human is you. Spoiler Hide Nope, I'm a grid now. Polymorph! And Sara is female. Well, I'll guess. "Nearest heavily armored humanoid." Excludes the planetary, me, and the titan. End of my go. Okay so what happened? Yup, Gonna, you're up. The construct moved upward (mostly upward) about 30 feet, and the planetary kept pace, holding 45 feet away. Originally Posted by Gonna Okay so what happened? The winged creature did some funny hand gestures you do not recognize, and the giant robot started flying upwards. So the bird is flipping me the bird? Do I spot anything different? I. E My Victim? Spoiler Hide (1d20+11)[30] For Gonna:Spoiler Hide No, you do not spot anything new. But that 30 beats the 28 he had from earlier. Unless he Reid. Originally Posted by Gonna But that 30 beats the 28 he had from earlier. Unless he Reid. You are completely right. That 28 he had was a 38 in my head. You catch a glimpse of one of these the robot's shoulder. For Gonna:Spoiler Hide You see that this bug is in fact a polymorphed human female. I should mention that it is half past 3 AM here, my memory is likely to become increasingly erratic from now on. Spoiler Hide Did you catch that I opted to take a guess, with my Helping Hand? More questions Spoiler Hide What square is that shoulder in? How high is that shoulder? Originally Posted by Doc Roc Spoiler Hide Did you catch that I opted to take a guess, with my Helping Hand? Spoiler Hide Yup. The hand is happily circling the arena. Randomly rolling the hover direction, I have determined your familiar to be hovering 20' above R16:T16. Objection to that? Originally Posted by Gonna More questions Spoiler Hide What square is that shoulder in? How high is that shoulder? Spoiler Hide The robot is hovering 20' above R16:T16, with the shoulder being about 10' above that. *Small reservation regarding the exact square, but that is about it. Originally Posted by Ernie Spoiler Hide Yup. The hand is happily circling the arena. Randomly rolling the hover direction, I have determined your familiar to be hovering 20' above R16:T16. Objection to that? None, I guess. Spoiler Hide I apply more dust of disappearance (2d6)[8] and move to r7 10' up This activates my trap card(I activate boots of Temporal Acceleration) The small creature murmurs:"It's just business, nothing personal." huh whey?! What was that?edit: HEY WAIT A MINUTE WHERE DID THE FLAG POLE GO! ((Was that response in character?)) No I'm just curious of two things what small creature? You? The Hawk? The prick that gave me the finger? Or the giant Robot?and where the Flagpole is Grid, actually. So the Grid spoke? What square are you in any way? Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I apply more dust of disappearance [roll0] and move to r7 10' up This activates my trap card(I activate boots of Temporal Acceleration) Spoiler Hide Okay, then what? Originally Posted by Gonna huh whey?! What was that? Edit: HEY WAIT A MINUTE WHERE DID THE FLAG POLE GO! It is still there, of course. But you were not surprised to see it this time. Yep. In common, no less. Spoiler Hide I move to a square 5' away from the Grid This activates my Dimensional Lock contingency. As a standard action I activate my Gauntlet of Groups to force him to make a DC 14 fort save or go blind I throw a bead of force at the Solar or what ever that prick that flipped me the bird was, and I move 15 feet away from the grid edit: If at all possible describe it like the icy hand of death or something thematic appropriate. Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I move to a square 5' away from the Grid This activates my Dimensional Lock contingency. As a standard action I activate my Gauntlet of Groups to force him to make a DC 14 fort save or go blind I throw a bead of force at the Solar or what ever that prick that flipped me the bird was, and I move 15 feet away from the grid Spoiler Hide You can't use the Gauntlet on the Grid while in the temporal acceleration, it is most definitely interacting with the creature in an instantaneous manner. Spoiler Hide I didn't see the word area effect on my first read through I suppose instead I can ready an action to activate my belt of battle for full charges the moment the time stop ends Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I didn't see the word area effect on my first read through I suppose instead I can ready an action to activate my belt of battle for full charges the moment the time stop ends Spoiler Hide If so, describe your actions gotten through your Belt of Battle. Spoiler Hide I charge Him Power attack full and Shock troop it to AC activating my Lion's Charge contingency (1d20+43)[4](47) Charge attack 1 (1d20+36)[6](42) Charge attack 2 (1d20+31)[8](39) Charge attack 3 (1d20+26)[1](27) Charge attack 4 (1d20+43)[12](55)Haste (2d6+54)[62] Charge attack 1 (5d6)[12]weapon bonuses (2d6+54)[64] Charge attack 2 (5d6)[14]weapon bonuses (2d6+54)[58] Charge attack 3 (5d6)[21]weapon bonuses (2d6+54)[64] Charge attack 4 (5d6)[14]weapon bonuses (2d6+54)[64] Haste (5d6)[21]weapon bonuses edit: Those are some of the worst possible attack rolls I could have rolled. Outside observer note:Spoiler Hide You can't ready a swift action, which is required to activate the belt. Don't forget miss chance for greater blink. What miss chance? I have Pierce Magical Concealment! Also quit reading my spoilers. I didn't read your spoilers. Then how did you know I didn't account for the miss chance from blink? Because you shouldn't know I have greater blink? But how would you know I made an attack roll? You're a fighter. You know where I am. I wonder what you are going to do to me? Possibly...... attack me? Blink affects most incoming spells as well, so it seemed reasonable to mention it. To be fair I was going to blind you. But fair enough truth be told it doesn't really matter.edit: Are there any contingencies that I might have failed to take into account? E, a question you have to answer, not me. The Grid still has concealment (it is actually hiding behind a metal robot), which it is using to hide. There is a 20% miss chance due to that. You have to roll for that. Originally Posted by 9mm Outside observer note: Spoiler Hide You can't ready a swift action, which is required to activate the belt. Rules Compendium 110 says you can. Humm. You might be right that this rule isn't in the allowed sources, though. Odd. By the way, Good fight! At first, I thought I was tripping balls when I saw the giant robot and Bird man gave me the finger.edit: To be fair at the time ready action was probably written the only actions possible were standard, move, or free'll roll the dice in my next post. (5d100)[11][82][61][53][49](256)Low is bad. They all hit except for the first one. And we can get into contingencies when we know whether any of those attacks hit. Yes, much longer than I expected it to be. I've made my rolls. Damage taken? And I found an applicable contingency. *Sigh*We did not need all those attack rolls. As soon as you pop back into the time stream, fully intent on smacking that little bug to bits, it transforms into lightning before your eyes. Doc Roc, Lightning Leap triggers. Where do you go? I think it totals out to around 320 damage. Can you tell me more about lightning leap? Through whatever just popped in. L-Leap was maximized when cast for the contingency, via sudden maximize. This was, of course, days ago. So...84 damage to the face. If need be, I take the 320 damage, and continue ticking with no noticeable sign of impediment. L-Leap is transmutation, not teleportation. Checking errata now. No errata. Roll against spell resistance Originally Posted by Doc Roc If need be, I take the 320 damage, and continue ticking with no noticeable sign of impediment. You do not take any damage, the contingency prevented that. But. I don't think you saw anything happen, all you should know is that your contingency triggered, and there you are. Somewhere around M11. No he would still take the damage because action was to charge him. His contingency occurred, and then I charged him. Against SR:(1d20+14)[23]Doesn't matter, I take the damage to save you guys arguing. I'm perfectly fine. So you charged me, then whacked me? After this is over you have got to tell me how you took 320 damage and survived. Yes I charged and then whacked you. So what does that tell me about his position, GM? That is actually right... although you had to have guessed the triggering condition. You appear, contingency goes off. Lightning bolt through your face. Then you charge. But now that you are charging at someone who is that far away, there may be Amos involved. What is your reach, Gonna? Not much :)edit: My reach is Spoiler Hide I have a reach of 20 feet Originally Posted by Doc Roc, So what does that tell me about his position, GM? This tells you that he is on the line between M11 and R16, or so. (Precise squares are getting lost in the "close enough", but this is about it.) Originally Posted by Gonna Not much :) edit: My reach is Spoiler Hide I have a reach of 20 feet You do not provoke an AOO for charging. So you charge, there is some damage which has no effect, and Doc Roc is up. At this point, though, I really need to be a killjoy and demand a recess. I need to catch 2 hours of sleep before tomorrow's 8AM lectures.EDIT: I guess I'll be back in 3 and a half hours. Alright but just confirming who got damaged? Where is he bacteria... Originally Posted by Gonna Alright but just confirming who got damaged? Where is he bacteria... No one seems to be hurt (unless your SR is less than 23, can't remember, in that case there is lightning damage involved), and the robot is centered around M11. Still hovering 20' in the air. The robot will move along the line until it bumps into something, then flail at that spot a bit. I won't bother to roll attacks, because this isn't about my familiar. This is about my wizard. Originally Posted by Ernie You do not provoke an AOO for charging. So you charge, there is some damage which has no effect, and Doc Roc is up. So that refers to the lightning damage? Spoiler Hide There for my contingency hasn't gone off yet right? Originally Posted by Gonna So that refers to the lightning damage? Spoiler Hide There for my contingency hasn't gone off yet right? If your SR is less than 23, you took damage. You are entitled to a reflex save. And yes, the Grid took damage. The visual effect is rather as if it suddenly hit an invisible lawn mower, yet still... it somehow keeps on moving. And Doc Roc, the robot hits something when it tries to move into Q15. The impact is soft, and makes no sound. You may roll a Spell craft check. Godna:Spoiler Hide You get an AOO on the robot. The only contingencies that have gone off, as far as I can tell, are the dimensional lock and the first lion's charge. The damage that "didn't matter" is the damage you dealt to the Grid this round. You hit, but it clearly did not stop it. And didn't we entirely forget to account for the Bead of Force? It doesn't deal damage due to the temporal effect, but it does have the potential to trap the angel. Or did you decide not to throw it? Spoiler Hide I threw the bead. And I take the attack on the Robot (1d20+43)[12](55) (2d6+54)[61](5d6)[1][1][3][3][6](14)weapon bonuses edit: By the way how many contingencies does he have? Because if I recall right you can only have as many as you have hit dice. SP check(1d20+24)[43] Doc Roc, out of the blue, your robot is smacked in the face for 61 damage at AC 55. Does this have an effect? Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide Because if I recall right you can only have as many as you have hit dice. Spoiler Hide That is correct. Spoiler Hide Do I need to roll hide? (1d20+42)[52] Hide if they can see +20 if they can't pierce my invisibility Originally Posted by Ernie Doc Roc, out of the blue, your robot is smacked in the face for 61 damage at AC 55. Does this have an effect? Hahaha, nope. So what's the condition of my simulacrum? Do I get anything out of my spell craft check? Your spell craft reveals that the reason the impact made no noise is that you have entered a zone of magical silence.(As you would find out anyway the next time you try to say something, but yes.) Your Simulacrum should be rolling a reflex save. Was it a lucky guess that something was up on that front? Well you did tell him to make a spell craft check so I don't see what you mean. It was the only thing I hadn't heard about. I will make a free action gesture*, and attempt to activate benign transposition with one of my circling hawks, in such a way as to maintain line of sight on Q15. My simulacrum will blow surge of fortune to auto-save.*(In fact the word tiddlywinks in draw hand sign) Please tell me if benign transposition fails. BRB 30minsgot to drive home soon. The Simulacrum auto-dodges a sphere of force that pops up and tries to trap it. There is no discernible origin. (This actually happened on his turn, my bad.)*Rolls d100 to see whether that particular contingency was a phrase or a gesture, since I can't see either specified*High is a gesture.(1d100)[33]You speak your command word for that one, and no sound comes out. You do not transposition. Draw hand sign is sign language. Spell-craft:(1d20+24)[36] You are under a Dimensional Lock. You actually see the barriers. They are visible, which I entirely forgot. My planetary will ready an action to cast an area dispel at N12, as close to along the line of my teleportation as possible, to catch the squares obstructing my robot within the radius. Trigger is "Grid is out of the AOE." AOE will be laid down to not hit my robot. I move toward the A1 corner of the map, humming as I go. I move 40 feet. Do I, at any point, start to hear my own humming? Dispel checks:Spoiler Hide (1d20+21)[32] (1d20+21)[38] (1d20+21)[30] (1d20+21)[37] (1d20+21)[36] (1d20+21)[22] (1d20+21)[40] (1d20+21)[22] (1d20+21)[29] (1d20+21)[30] (1d20+21)[29] (1d20+21)[35] (1d20+21)[34] (1d20+21)[39] (1d20+21)[39] (1d20+21)[25] (1d20+21)[36] (1d20+21)[32] (1d20+21)[34] (1d20+21)[24] (1d20+21)[24] (1d20+21)[41] (1d20+21)[34] (1d20+21)[22] (1d20+21)[38] (1d20+21)[37] (1d20+21)[22] (1d20+21)[31] (1d20+21)[38] That should be enough. My Simulacrum uses its dispelling cord, and is at +2 CL, for a total effective CL of 21, as D-cord allows you to snuggle past the 20 CL limit on GDM. Shouldn't its caster level be reduced by half as a simulacrum? Nope, it's not HD dependent. Originally Posted by Gonna shouldn't its caster level be reduced by half as a simulacrum? I should interject by saying that I asked that my SLAs have half caster level for decency’s sake. Insofar as I can tell, I used an "illegal" build in that regard, but one that I believe better upholds the intent of the arena. That shouldn't be that way. Anyway where exactly is the simulacrum?edit: If that's the way the rules work than I have a feeling this is going to be fighter level 20 versus wizard 13 and simulacrum Solar 45 feet from my initial on-robot position. Can I get an exact square please? OK... The Grid flies off the robot, towards J7. Once it is around M11, you start hearing it humming. It needs to keep moving, as suddenly the Planetary fires off a dispel magic close on its heels. The Dimensional Lock disappears.(I also made a major farming goof this round, which I will bring up after the match.) Godna:Spoiler Hide His movement provokes an AOO. Originally Posted by Gonna shouldn't its caster level be reduced by half as a simulacrum? That was... something Fujitsu and I agreed was fair. Nothing in the angels' descriptions indicates that it actually is HD-dependent. Imagine the horror. Yukitsu also spent his Wish on hair gel. 25K in hair gel! Soon, I shall rule the world of beauty products with an iron fist! Mwahahahahaha! *perform evil laugh*(d20+9)[19]For future reference, you may want to make it a rule. Alright better than after this is over I'm going to rework my character a bit. If we are going that far into RAW. Grid:"We have full sanction here. Power to 25%." "Full sanction here" triggers a contingent true strike. Casting:Empowered Sudden Maximized Admixture Orb of Acid. Acid and cold damage. Spending immediate to auto-20 via surge of fortune.(10d8+224)[263]AB: 20 +36 Ignores miss chance from concealment. I fire it at the square that is obstructing my robot. Confirming possible CRT:(1d20+36)[48] Well if we are breaking into RAW. By RAW what Special abilities does a Solar or Planetary have When their hit dice are either 11 or 7? What caster level do they have? Tell me where in the rules as written you can find these values? What Saving throws does it have? Please link to where I can find these values as posted in RAW Suggests that....the answer is _all of them_ I'm afraid not. That is where you find the abilities of a full hit dice Angel of what ever type. I asked specific for you to locate one with the appropriate hit dice. The rules for advancement or reduction of hit dice use the base monster always. And the thing that is obstructing the robot would be you, Gonna. Do you offer a protection against an orb of doom of this kind? And Gonna, please don't worry about the Simulacrum right now. Doc Roc is right about it, and it is pretty damn far from being the problem at hand. If it pleases you, I will rebuild so that my planetary is not a simulacrum. It would be cheaper and easier than getting a simulacrum. Originally Posted by Doc Roc The rules for advancement or reduction of hit dice use the base monster always. Those are the rules for advancing the hit dice no where that I see on their does it state how to reduce the base hit dice. Originally Posted by Gonna Those are the rules for advancing the hit dice no where that I see on their does it state how to reduce the base hit dice. Please answer the question about the orb. Alright Not that it has a chance in hell of working but immediate action dispel(1d20+11)[25]Although i don't see why he gets to hide behind RAW when I can point out the flaw in it.I'm still waiting on an answer on the where onLinkdoes it mention rules for weakening monsters. : sighs :: I have updated my sheet, that is now a real planetary. I had to ditch the fancy coffin I bought for you to afford the pittance it cost. Gonna:Spoiler Hide Where did the immediate action counterspell come from? I can't remember which of your items does that. Originally Posted by Doc Roc :: sighs :: I have updated my sheet, that is now a real planetary. I had to ditch the fancy coffin I bought for you to afford the pittance it cost. Shush, that will take effect next match. No on-the fly planar allying/binding. The third eye Repudiate edit: I forgot about the AOO from earlier. Spoiler Hide If I can than [roll]1d20+43[/roll] Touch [roll]1d20+10[/roll]opposed STR Trip doesn't say anything about sending him straight to the ground (as suggested in your PM) if he's flying or anything at all about flying targets. Assuming I can't trip him [roll]1d20+43[/roll] [roll]2d6+54[/roll] That shouldn't have any effect, as the Orb is instantaneous duration. I forgot about the AOO from earlier and the edit feature thingy. Spoiler Hide If I can than (1d20+43)[54] Touch (1d20+10)[27]opposed STR Trip doesn't say anything about sending him straight to the ground (as suggested in your PM) if he's flying or anything at all about flying targets. Assuming I can't trip him (1d20+43)[50] (2d6+54)[60] Ernie tells me I'm tripped, so to save argument, I guess I get tripped. I lack natural flight. Apparently I fall to the ground. This puts me out of to dispel's AOE, so the dim lock goes down. I take a free action to transposition with a hawk. Then I orb at you. Then in response to your incoming dispel magic, auto-detected by my ring of spell battle...(1d20+24)[35]And identified.... Hey all, I have really enjoyed reading each of the wiz 13 vs Fighter 20 Threads (Great Job Honda, and everyone else)But it really seems like it turns into Fighter 20 Vs. Solar/Planetary and his Wizard Cohort. Within the rules yes, but really not what this was billed as. Just my 2 coppers. Actually you can't use a ranged weapon (which orbs count as) while prone Originally Posted by thefurmonger Hey all, I have really enjoyed reading each of the wiz 13 vs Fighter 20 Threads (Great Job Honda, and everyone else) But it really seems like it turns into Fighter 20 Vs. Solar/Planetary and his Wizard Cohort. Within the rules yes, but really not what this was billed as. Just my 2 coppers. My planetary cast all of one spell. OK, after some rule mongering:Gonna, why is your CL from the Third Eye at +11, not +10? This is important. Originally Posted by thefurmonger Hey all, I have really enjoyed reading each of the wiz 13 vs Fighter 20 Threads (Great Job Honda, and everyone else) But it really seems like it turns into Fighter 20 Vs. Solar/Planetary and his Wizard Cohort. Within the rules yes, but really not what this was billed as. Just my 2 coppers. The puppets haven't done anything but one Dispel and being a really fancy mount. Oh, that was a mistake on my part edit: Actually they have greatly restricted what I can and can't do, They served to locate me, and They serve to supplement his abilities as he can dispel at will. Hey Wait he couldn't have used surge of fortune on his "orb of doom" because the spell is a personal area and is a cleric spell. Originally Posted by Gonna Oh that was a mistake on my part edit: Actually they have greatly restricted what I can and can't do, They served to locate me, and They serve to supplement his abilities as he can dispel at will. If you felt restricted by three communes, and were located by a robot bumping into you, you were unlikely to win this fight anyway. Originally Posted by Gonna Hey Wait he couldn't have used surge of fortune on his "orb of doom" because the spell is a personal area and is a cleric spell. Cast it myself, from a ring of theory. OK. What happens this round is the following. The Grid leaves the protection of the giant robot. This provokes an AOO from Gonna. Gonna uses the opportunity to successfully trip the Grid. While prone, the Grid waves his hands in a way Gonna does not understand, and suddenly disappears, leaving a hawk in its place. The Grid is transported far into the air. (What is it, 60' up?) The Grid gathers his energies, and shoots a huge orb of freezing acid. Godna counterspells, which fails. BARELY. Godna, do you have an applicable contingency? How did the spell get in there in the first place? Isn't it a move action to get the spell out? How come he is able to make use of a ranged weapon? Got it out during buff rounds, during which it was also cast. Planetary put it in there, but I would have just bought a scroll and UMD'd it. Originally Posted by Gonna How come he is able to make use of a ranged weapon? It is not a ranged weapon, it is a spell that functions as a weapon for the purpose of applying feats and things like extra damage dice. It still has to go through my ring of blink regardless, but I still call bull on his ability to put a divine spell into the ring of Theory as there is no way he could put it there. (1d100)[92]High means it misses.edit: Oh and it also has to go through my Mirror images unless he has true sight. Despite the prescience of the word edit in my post that one is yet unedited so I didn't change anything. This means the fight is still on. Originally Posted by Gonna It still has to go through my ring of blink regardless, but I still call bull on his ability to put a divine spell into the ring of Theory as there is no way he could put it there. He can. Believe me, I stood staring at how broadly the item is worded for like half an hour before accepting it. And Blink does not help in this case. Neither do Mirror Images. How does blink not help I am ethereal Originally Posted by Gonna How does blink not help I am ethereal That... is a good point. Hold on, there are rules to be read. So is the fight on? Sorry, but Blink does not apply. He is not targeting you. He is targeting the area you are in, and letting True Strike get rid of the miss chance due to that. This changes it away from being an individually targeted spell, which means the miss chance does not apply. So. Blink does not apply. Do you have other effects? That is not the way it works ethereal would be in effect regardless off whether he is aiming at me or if he's aiming at the guy behind meets a mischance is due to me being Ethereal is not Concealed I'm fine missing. But your mirror images do nothing because I can't see them. If I could, they would also do nothing because I have true-sight up. I have 6 more shots like that one, and almost twenty other attacks that will work. Do you have any means of dispelling me? Obviously, you don't have to answer this. But if the answer is no, and your primary offense is HP damage, I recommend conceding. OK. After a private conversation with Doc Roc, we have come to a conclusion. Blink is poorly worded. It is extremely difficult to find out what is supposed to happen here. Doc Roc has agreed that it is in the spirit of the spell to make you simply "not be there". So, the orb flies straight through you, Gonna. So what is going on so far where is everything on the board right now? Gonna:Spoiler Hide You are around Q16 or so. The Grid is hovering about 50' above M7 or so. Where is the planetary, the birds, and Giant MC robot too please edit: Wait didn't the contingency for his benign teleport thingy go off earlier when he used it to check if he could do it? Originally Posted by Gonna Where is the planetary, the birds, and Giant MC robot too please The robot is standing next to you, around M11. The birds are flying around, maintaining 60' from the robot (about 50' in the air). The Grid took the place of one of them (which means there is one rather confused hawk lying there). The Planetary is somewhere around T17:U19. Also, how high up am I again? Crap. I forgot about that. Shift every single coordinate I mentioned up by 20'. How do I not know where the planetary is? Originally Posted by Gonna How do I not know where the planetary is? You know where it is. It Isiah am I losing track. Consider it to be positioned at T17:U19. No longer relevant, but retained for convienceSpoiler Hide Red:Here be Angels ??' feet up Green: Robot Giant? ??' feet up Black: Greg the Grid 70' feet up This accurate yes? Gas, shift the giant Robot down to O14. I somehow managed to forget that it came on a rampage towards you. The rest is fine. The angel and robot are both 20' in the air. How big is the robot and how high am I? The robot is huge. 15' space. Godna:Spoiler Hide You are 20' in the air, as far as I can tell. What spaces is he occupying? N13:P15. Text. Hopefully you have all the information you need, I have to grab something to eat and put a baby to sleep. Odd, the angel is taking up 6 spaces Originally Posted by Gonna Odd, the angel is taking up 6 spaces I suck. Pick either 2x2 space, if it matters. I'd rather our non-partial do so. The top one, out of the two, then. Map. Okay now to plan out what to do. I think we have managed to get it about right this time. Spoiler Hide I Move to 95' above m7 (that is 25' above grid) and ready a swift action to activate the item in my throat slot upon it becoming relevant Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I Move to 95' above m7 (that is 25' above grid) and ready a swift action to activate the item in my throat slot upon it becoming relevant Spoiler Hide This accounts for all your actions this round, right? If so, is it OK for Doc Roc to act now? I believe so. Doc Roc, you're up. Spot check for you again. Planetary spot\listen:(1d20+16)[18](1d20+16)[31] Your opposition seems to have vanished. Oh, and the helping hand is still circling. Unfortunately, this will take me a moment. I think it took me longer. Planetary casts a spell.60ft blindsight, does it see anything? Spot/listen for me(1d20+0)[11](1d20+0)[17] Planetary begins moving towards the grid. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Planetary casts a spell. 60ft blindsight, does it see anything? It sees nothing. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Spot/listen for me, You see nothing. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Planetary begins moving towards the grid. Spoiler Hide When he comes within 30' of you, he shouts "it is 25' above you!" in... that language of yours. Moron? Gonna:Spoiler Hide The planetary flies towards the grid, and shouts something in a language you do not understand. Where can I find blindsight? Yes, moron. Move action to move 20 feet downward, avoiding the earlier location of silence. Standard action to cast MDJ from a scroll at the indicated location. I will be gone for the night, but this does not end my turn. I imagine resolving it will take the rest of the evening....(1d20+15)[33]CL check, passed if I'm not mistaken. You are affected by MDJ, Well first things first where can I find the blindsight spell?because if it's the version in the spell compendium it should be based on sound. Spell Compendium, page 32. In his case, he used greater blindsight for the 60' radius. And it's not specifically based on sound. It grants blindsight. Blindsight is not any specific sense. It says it may be one or more. From the SRD: Some creatures have blindsight, the extraordinary ability to use a nonvisual sense (or a combination of such senses) to operate effectively without vision. Such sense may include sensitivity to vibrations, acute scent, keen hearing, or echolocation. This ability makes invisibility and concealment (even magical darkness) irrelevant to the creature (though it still can’t see ethereal creatures and must have line of effect to a creature or object to discern that creature or object). This ability operates out to a range specified in the creature description. I figured that... Wait a tic, How many of you guys are out there lurking watching this fight? Originally Posted by Gonna Well first things first where can I find the blindsight spell? Because if it's the version in the spell compendium it should be based on sound. It is the one in the SPC. And it is not necessarily based on sound. It is not specified how exactly it comes to be, only a number of possible explanations are listed, and then goes on to describe the effects. MM 306. So, there is a big nasty spell headed your way. Godna:Spoiler Hide This puts you in the position to use your readied action. Better than I use it. Originally Posted by Gonna I figured that... Wait a tic, How many of you guys are out there lurking watching this fight? Judging by the number of PMs I am getting, lots. No reason to get stage fright, though. Yay!AMULET OF SECOND CHANCES ACTIVATED. You all find yourselves in the exact same positions you were when Gonna started the round. You do possess all the knowledge you received during the turn that "did not happen". Godna, you're up. Spoiler Hide I move to the spot i indict acted And that means it's Doc Roc's turn, right? Unless you let me get the attack of opportunity that I should have had much earlier. That would mess up an already messed up fight even more. I think it's lost. Actually if I had got that attack I think I could have felled it this turn. It's too late, sorry. I wasn't even aware of the option and I did ask at the time So I could know, and I never got an answer. Originally Posted by Gonna I wasn't even aware of the option and I did ask at the time So I could know, and I never got an answer. Sorry. My bad. Going to take a shower, see you in a bit. Actually Come to think of it. If the planetary is as durable as the wizard than it's a moot point. Good night. Upon review, Doc Roc, I think the first thing you should do when you get back is to have both you and the Planetary roll spots. (1d20+7)[23]Familiar's spot(1d20+16)[20]Planetary's listen(1d20+16)[36]Planetary's spot(1d20)[15]Mine listen/spot(1d20)[9] I need a description of what I saw with blind sight, which my planetary will convey to me in moron. I also need to know if we are considering Amulet of Second Chances to have a resource consumption clause? Because if not, my options for winning this are severely circumscribed. Spot/listen checks for my hawks:1(1d20+16)[29](1d20+4)[5]2(1d20+16)[36](1d20+4)[19]3(1d20+16)[20](1d20+4)[21]4(1d20+16)[23](1d20+4)[7]5(1d20+16)[26](1d20+4)[8] Originally Posted by Doc Roc I also need to know if we are considering Amulet of Second Chances to have a resource consumption clause? Because if not, my options for winning this are severely circumscribed. Note: When Amulet of Second Chances resets the turn, it resets to before it was used. It is an infinite use item, really. Actually as RAW it doesn't reset consumed resources. Probably because of that same infinite loop. Originally Posted by Gonna Actually as RAW it doesn't reset consumed resources. Because of that same infinite loop. I know what words you are saying, but not what they are supposed to mean.EDIT: So you're saying "RAW it doesn't reset resources because of our house rules?" Originally Posted by Gonna Actually as RAW it doesn't reset consumed resources. Probably because of that same infinite loop. Originally Posted by MIC When you activate the amulet, you undo all the events of your current turn and begin the turn again. Actually as RAW it doesn't do anything if you use it when it's not your turn. Originally Posted by MIC Activation: Swift (command) Originally Posted by SRD Readying an Action You can ready a standard action, a move action, or a free action. Also RAW, you can't ready a Swift action, can you? Except the part where it also says Originally Posted by SRD You can take a swift action any time you would normally be allowed to take a free action. YAY, RULES! Actually it does what it says on the tin. First, it undoes all the events of my turn, and then it begins the turn again. I come first in the initiative so at the start of the turn I go. So then it's my turn.edit: Wow the audience is coming out of the wood works suddenly did someone turn out the lights? Originally Posted by Gonna Actually it does what it says on the tin. First, it undoes all the events of my turn, and then it begins the turn again. I come first in the initiative so at the start of the turn I go. So then it's my turn. Edit: Wow the audience is coming out of the wood works suddenly did someone turn out the lights? No, we just like to see the rules done right. From where I stand, It seems that if anything endangers the chances the wizards victory people cry out. Yet when things are forgotten that effect the fighter's chance I don't see much said.Then again, I am perhaps biased because of my personal involvement. Originally Posted by Gonna From where I stand, It seems that if anything endangers the chances the wizards victory people cry out. Yet when things are forgotten that effect the fighter's chance I don't see much said. Then again, I am perhaps biased because of my personal involvement. Well, the wizard hasn't actually broken any rules yet. That's a good bit in his favor. I do not mind the effects of the amulet, as long as it doesn't get looped. I've seen you. You're mine now.:: glows with lambent energy::Just need confirmation from Ernie. Originally Posted by Doc Roc [roll0] Familiar's spot [roll1] Planetary's listen [roll2] Planetary's spot [roll3] Mine listen/spot [roll4] Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide Again, the Planetary knows something invisible is lurking about, but it does not know where. Originally Posted by Doc Roc I need a description of what I saw with blind sight, which my planetary will convey to me in moron. Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide He saw a Large (size Large), but otherwise human-looking young male, wielding a spiked chain. He is unarmored, but a shield floats nearby. This is what it saw in the turn that didn't happen, of course. Gonna:Spoiler Hide The Planetary shouts a long string of words in a language you do not understand. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Spot/listen checks for my hawks: Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide Do they have the ability to communicate with you? If so, how? Originally Posted by sofa wall Note: When Amulet of Second Chances resets the turn, it resets to before it was used. It is an infinite use item, really. I think the item is inadequately worded. Myguessis that the intent is that resources are reset. "In all other ways "resetting" events." and "the now-nonexistent round" would suggest so. However, since allowing all resources to be reset allows for the possibility of an infinite loop, which is something I specifically asked not to see... All spent resources are restored, with the specific exception of the amulet itself. If anyone thinks this is unreasonable or unfair, please speak. Originally Posted by Ernie If anyone thinks this is unreasonable or unfair, please speak. I think this is both fair and the intent of the item. I agree that its fair and matches the intent, but than again I'm the one who believe that a simulacrum shouldn't have all the same spell casting abilities as the full creature. I believe that ruling on the matter of the amulet is fair though and I agree with the ruling don't think the intent of a simulacrum is to for it to have the same spell casting capability of a full creature.edit: actually I'm just going to go ahead and say screw this. Furthermore, I FORTIETH'm no longer interested in completing this battle and I don't believe I have a chance at this point anyway. If it pleases you guys I'll go through the motions of the fight anyway, but my hearts no longer in it. We've mixed RAW and RAI so much in this fight that I'm certain nothing makes sense anymore. We've made mistakes as well. Such as the contingency for benign teleport not going off in a silence spell and as far as the map shows the orb of acid was cast out of range and possibly would have had to pass through the robot. I counted it as expired, actually. I had 5 or 6 prepared. Are you really forfeiting? I think that's somewhat unfair to me. Actually I'm just going to go ahead and say screw this. I FORGET Are you sure this is what you want to do? I am fine with the ruling on the amulet, and couldn't care less. Furthermore, I think it's weird, but then it's banned in ToS for a variety of reasons, one of which is that it's not well-written. yeah, as I said my hearts no longer in it, but I will go ahead and play it through if you guys like. I'm fairly sure he is going to finish me off this round Anyway. I will continue, as doc roc feels it is unfair to him that I forfeit, and I agree he won has won this fight and deserves a victory proper. I do still plan on fight Fujitsu once more also. Once this is over mind if you explain a couple of things? For example (how you survived my initial charge?) I'd also like to see your character sheet afterward also. Originally Posted by Gonna I will continue, as doc roc feels it is unfair to him that I forfeit, and I agree he won has won this fight and deserves a victory proper. I will take that as your forfeit being withdrawn. So. I believe it is Doc Roc's turn? Originally Posted by Gonna I do still plan on fight Fujitsu once more also. Once this is over mind if you explain a couple of things? For example (how you survived my initial charge?) I'd also like to see your character sheet afterward also. I guess you have to take most of that, like seeing his sheet, up with him. Furthermore, I am not sure how public exactly he wants his tricks to be. I will be here to back up (or say oops) over the decisions I have had to make, of course. Alright. So now we wait for Doc Rock do have a little aside. I can guarantee that if I survive this round I will survive until my next. Regardless of what happens on the turn between. Planetary casts miracle into discern location, using its sight of you. Only fails in case of a mind blank. If it doesn't fail, I need your exact location. In that case the spell fails to locate me.edit: A small aside what you could have done if used discern location on my weapon instead because it can't be under mind blank and I have already hit you once. That is assuming that it did touch you. (Actually come to think of it if your planetary is casting it he could have done it on my weapon because I think I hit it once.) (1d20+24)[34]Spell craft for mind blank.(1d20+24)[26]Spell craft for invisibility effect.(1d20+24)[41]Spell craft for silence effect. What are those for? I've interacted with your invisibility now, and have thus made a check. It should have passed, since it's DC 20+ spell level, and items use the spell level they are based on. Likewise, I've interacted with your mind-blank or mind-blank like. How have you interacted with my invisibility? Seen it, seen you, been stabbed by you, shot you, know blindsight goes through it, know true sight doesn't, that leaves in actual fact virtually no effects. There are three, that I know of, one from outside the allowed books, one that is a 9th level spell, and one that is an item. ooh, can you tell me what they are? I'm interested in learning more. I'll go ahead and tell you what it is after you tell me the list. Insidious Magic, which is tied closely with the Shadow Weave, Superior INVS, and Dust of Disappearance. Originally Posted by Gonna How have you interacted with my invisibility? He has done so extensively. And I am pretty sure those checks require you to tell him about every one of the effects in question. Alright I got no problems with that. The item is dust of disappearance. The silence effect is none other than silence. And Mind blank is Mind blank.edit: thanks for the list, but it couldn't have been superior invisibility because true seeing through it. I try humming. Do I hear anything? No, you hear humming I used row sign to pass instructions along to all my comrades to make noise. You know I wouldn't be able to hear anything you say or do right? Yep, I know, don't worry. He would still see mouths opening and closing, even if he doesn't see what is being said or what language is in use. If he is watching, I doubt he will miss that something is going on. Anyways, Doc Roc, your allies are making noise. So now they're gossiping about me. Okay, I have my planetary spend a move action to make a spot check.(1d20+16)[20]Please factor in distance penalties. Does this mean I have to roll hide?Also, I just realized something pointless, but amusing to me.You're still prone unless you took a move action to fix that. Doesn't really affect you really, but It's still amusing to me. Originally Posted by Gonna does this mean I have to roll hide? Spoiler Hide No. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Okay, I have my planetary spend a move action to make a spot check. Spoiler Hide It detects nothing. that's the advantage of having several bonuses to hide sometimes the enemy doesn't know what's right there. I have a hide mod of +22. I haven't had a chance to use it but once. And to answer the oddest request I have received so far: of Doc Roc's team, including the birds. With 15' circles around them. This better be good. And if I am not mistaken, the Planetary and Robot are 20' in the air. The Hawks (numbered) are about 70' in the air, and so is the Grid. The hawk's exact positions will have to be recorded from now on. Skipping it has brought more trouble than the bookkeeping savings have been worth. What do the 15' circles represent? And I assume the green is to show it belongs the birds and the blue belongs to the planetary/grid/and Vol tron? Originally Posted by Gonna What do the 15' circles represent? And I assume the green is to show it belongs the birds and the blue belongs to the planetary/grid/and Vol tron? This is a map of the team with 15' circles around them. I don't think I can tell you why. =/The assumption is correct. Is it an effect I can see?Do I too assume that concludes his turn? The construct will drop five feet, and while making continuous noise, move to O6. Does the noise stop at any point? Mecca familiar or Planetary?which one are you referring to? Only the familiar is a construct. Originally Posted by Gonna Is it an effect I can see? Do I too assume that concludes his turn? Your character see no circles. And since there seems to be a confusion, I don't think I am at all out of bounds to say that this is a tactical assistance tool Doc Roc requested. WHY he wants it, I can't say. Originally Posted by Doc Roc The construct will drop five feet, and while making continuous noise, move to O6. Does the noise stop at any point? It makes woo-hoo noises all the way. Since he occupies like 9 spaces could you show the new location of Thomas the train? He went in a straight line, and is centered (right?) at O6. Only 15' in the air now. Do you want a map to show this change? =/ Don't, yet. Thomas murmurs a word in moron and switches with Hawk 1. Then falls, as he dismisses his fly spell, screaming all the way. He falls slowly down for 60 feet. I thought so. I cordially suggest that Thomas is by far the most pitiable 30 tonne much you have ever seen. Thomas actually switches with hawk 3. Doh. The robot screams the whole way down. Godna:Spoiler Hide Nothing to see here, but if he somehow manages to get that robot into your space, it would look awfully suspicious if I had never posted anything to you before. He screams:"I AM THE SADDEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT TANNNNNNNNKKKKKKKK ENGIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN----" --- "CRUNCH" I guess he was the little tank engine who couldn't Thomas switches with bird 5 now. Turns out that dismissing fly also kills the feather fall effect. Poor Thomas. Screams the same thing on his miserable descent. This has a similar effect. (1d20+16)[18](1d20+16)[29](1d20+16)[17](1d20+16)[24]Planetary listens over and over for variations in the sounds and echoes that would key to a difference that a huge zone of silence might produce. One for each "sounding" attack so far. okay Spoiler Hide Alright than that means I have an amusing show to watch edit: I don't think you can do that. Originally Posted by Doc Roc [roll0] [roll1] [roll2] [roll3] Planetary listens over and over for variations in the sounds and echoes that would key to a difference that a huge zone of silence might produce. One for each "sounding" attack so far. The sound appears to be ordinary so far. However, I would like to point out that you are outdoors, in a wide open space. Echos are limited no matter what. Got to run for a bit, take the next... uh... 30–40 minutes to plan your next move. Ah, the pitfalls of having a DM that is wanted by the Feds. Bird 3 is now at O 4, drops five feet by falling a bit, and flies screeching to J 4, then to J7. Bird 5 is at k19 on the ground, and flies up so that its circle touches the bottom of bird 4's circle, which it cannot quite make. Bird four will dive to I 10, since it moves at double speed, cawing. And after that, to decide the rest, I will need GM input. Don't suppose you'd care to answer them, Gonna? Possibly it depends on what they are. There are three birds flying about like mad, cawing all the time. (1d20+16)[30](1d20+16)[24](1d20+16)[31](1d20+16)[19](1d20+16)[31]Spot for each hawk as it moves about. Isn't making spot checks a move action? The text for quick reconnoiter seems to imply that. QUICK RECONNOITER You can learn a lot of information from just a quick scan of an area or object. Prerequisite: Listen 5 ranks, Spot 5 ranks. Benefit: You can make one Spot check and one Listen check each round as a free action. You also gain a +2 bonuses on initiative checks. Normal: Using Spot or Listen in a reactive fashion is a free action, but actively trying to make a Spot check or Listen check requires a move action. Reactive spot check are normally free. The rolls are there if I need them, as I may decide to try spotting and doing some triangulation that way. I'm just asking, but wouldn't reactivate mean I need to provoke the spot check? Originally Posted by Doc Roc Reactive spot check are normally free. The rolls are there if I need them, as I may decide to try spotting and doing some triangulation that way. Spoiler Hide Huh? I thought these were actually burning a move action to spot. Anyway, I am posting to tell you that I need to know the exact height and position of each bird if you want an accurate result from each of them. Let me move the other two... 1 to M12, dropping 30 feet in the process2 to P16, dropping 30 feet.2 to P8.1 to M8, dropping 20 feet. Spots as move actions from 3/4/5(1d20+16)[34](1d20+16)[27](1d20+16)[18] wow you bird folk are sure throwing a party. By the way how much falling damage if any did "Big O" take? It's irrelevant. Let's say 20d6 for kicks.(20d6)[56] Its immune to physical damage, isn't it? Nope, not in the slightest. Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide Hawk #3 reports an invisible on the radar. 5 is at I 14, 40 feet up.4 is at I10, at 0 feet3 is at O4, at 15 feet Can I get an update on the map because I'm kinda lost. The grid:Swift action into belt of battle into Limited wish into helping hand, using his actual description this time. Standard to... Spoiler Hide Ready an action to fire off MDJ at whatever the hand hovers over if it is within range of MDJ's burst: 100 feet. Your go, unless you have Amos. Drawing map. Out of curiosity how does helping hand find its target? I mean if it needs a physical description, Does it grope through the air or what? Also, I don't recall seeing the planetary speak. So how did it relay my description to you? It just finds it, no matter what. It relayed it to me in moron, which your character doesn't understand in all likelihood. Here. First letter of each "entry" marks the square the one in question is actually in. In the case of the robot and the planetary, the first letter in the word marks their center. Spoiler Hide I move 60' up and ready a standard action to activate the Time Buttress effect of my shield should any hostile spells be targeted upon me, I'd like it if everything had a shape or color because that is kind of confusing. Remember, since you spoiler everything, I won't know when it's my go. Alright Let me do some trig real quick and your turn. Originally Posted by Gonna I'd like it if everything had a shape or color because that is kind of confusing. I'm too tired right now. Sorry, but that's going to have to do for tonight. Originally Posted by Gonna Alright Let me do some trig real quick and your turn. Just let me know. Alright yeah it's your turn. Enir only Spoiler Hide Unless gonna pmed you a different move location after the second chance, he is within 100 feet of the helping hand being cast at the casting and after his new move. Depending on how you determine the round finding time, Jake's prepared should go off before gonna's turn, or right now. Also unless gonna has any way of identifying spells; his readied action CAN NOT ACTIVATE, as he has no way of determining a hostile spell from a non-hostile one. Ugh, CL check:(1d20+15)[17]Good thing I bought that from a Sub Chord. : malign grin :: what was that for? 9mm, thank you for bringing up the issues, but things are working out. Your helping hand keeps flying about. It has clearly not found its target. Originally Posted by Gonna what was that for? You don't know. Planetary moves to Thomas, and casts heal. Don't tell me the bird bumped into the prismatic sphere from way back. Because that would be embarrassing Originally Posted by Gonna don't tell me the bird bumped into the prismatic sphere from way back. Spoiler Hide Prismatic Sphere?! What? Originally Posted by Doc Roc Planetary moves to Thomas, and casts heal. We need to determine how much damage he took. He fell 60' twice, right? And wasn't there an attack earlier? Also, exact squares of the Planetary? Spoiler Hide The one from the bead of force I chucked at when it was time stopped Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide The one from the bead of force I chucked at when it was time stopped Spoiler Hide That is an Failure’s Resilient Sphere, not a Prismatic Sphere. There is no Prismatic Sphere, Doc Roc. Ah, My bad. : utterly blasé :: Solid fog, J7, 70 feet up, your go. Can I get an update as to what has just gone on? Where everything is now? The only thing that has moved is the Planetary, right? But. At this very exciting standstill, I have to say goodbye for the night. I am falling asleep. Good night. Not tonight. All that's happened is that the planetary is directly above the robot, and has cast heal. Grid cast solid fog at J7. I'd like to know the exact area that is covered by the solid fog. 20-ft. radius, 20 ft. high, just like fog cloud as the description suggests. Centered on J7 at 70 feet off the ground. At the start of your turn, wizard appears to continue casting, making the familiar mumbled gestures of spells. There's a wizard here? I thought the thing here was the spell casting cockroach. ErnirSpoiler Hide Gonna readied an action to activate his amulet of second chances "when it becomes relevant." On DMG page 25, it states: Originally Posted by DMG, pg.25 The ready action is particularly open-ended, and requires that you make the players using it be as specific as possible about what their characters are doing. If a character readies a spell so that it will be cast when a foe comes at her, the player needs to specify the exact spell--and you're justified in making the player identify a specific foe... When it becomes relevant is not NEARLY specific enough. Also, how would he know that it became relevant if he did not make a spell craft check to determine that a spell was being cast? Originally Posted by OLO Demons bane Ernie Spoiler Hide Gonna readied an action to activate his amulet of second chances "when it becomes relevant." Spoiler Hide There was more to that readying he did not share with the public, as I recall. And one doesn't need to roll Spell craft to determine that "a spell" is being cast, only if you want to identify it. Originally Posted by Doc Roc At the start of your turn, wizard appears to continue casting, making the familiar mumbled gestures of spells. Spoiler Hide Are you doing anything here, or are you just trying to see if he has ranks in Spell craft? Also, is it Gonna's turn? Yes. It has been for almost 16 hours. Spoiler Hide Nothing more than that. If he doesn't, it should screw him up pretty badly. I am waiting for a pm to be answered before I make any decisions, but I can ask a question here for him to. Where is the first helping hand, and where is the one he cast more recently? Courtesy note: Ernie is having issues logging in at the moment. Thank you Sign. Originally Posted by Gonna Where is the first helping hand, and where is the one he cast more recently? They are both rapidly zooming about the battlefield, maintaining a good (100'+) distance from their respective places of casting. Spoiler Hide I move to Q9 and ready the same standard action as last time Edit: His turn. My hawks all spiral upward to the grid's elevation. By double moving they should be all able to get there. They caw continuously. Obv, I need to know if they find anything before I keep going. They neither see nor encounter anything out of the ordinary. End turn is too short, so... Grig moves down 30 feet. I'd like an updated copy of the map please. Map, complete with colors: spots: The hawks. They are 70' in the air. I scattered those that would end up in the fog about randomly, since you did not specify. Dark blue: The grid, 40' in the air now. Light green: The robot, partially covered by the Planetary and one of the hawks. 15' in the air, right? Dark green: The planetary, straight on top of the robot. Radius of the fog is in gray. Godna:Spoiler Hide Note that your line of sight to the grid is blocked by the fog. Observers/Gonna only:Spoiler Hide The part about him not having Los is not true. Can I get some height checks on the planetary and Metal gear?edit:...METAL GEARErnirSpoiler Hide why didn't you just edit the previous note? Originally Posted by Gonna can I get some height checks on the planetary and Metal gear? Edit:...METAL GEAR Doc Roc, do you have any corrections to the heights I posted? Originally Posted by Gonna Ernie Spoiler Hide why didn't you just edit the previous note? Spoiler Hide So people would notice. I'm kinda in the mood to get this over soon. Spoiler Hide I charge the Grid upon getting within 20 feet of him it activates my second Lion's charge contingency and power attacking for full and putting penalty into AC seeking to do nonlethal damage (-4) to attack (+2 charge, +2 invisibility, +1haste,+2 mage bane)[I've been forgetting those] {table]Attack Roll | Damage | Misc Damage | Total (1d20+41)[43]1st attack |(2d6+56)[62]1st attack Damage | (5d6)[4][4][6][3][1](18) |80 (1d20+41)[61]2nd attack |(2d6+56)[60]2nd attack Damage |(5d6)[1][2][6][1][5](15) | 75 (1d20+41)[50]3rd attack |(2d6+56)[62]3rd attack Damage |(5d6)[3][6][2][3][4](18) | 80 (1d20+41)[44]4th attack | (2d6+56)[66]4th attack Damage |(5d6)[5][1][5][3][2](16) |82 (1d20+41)[58]Haste |(2d6+56)[61]Haste Damage |(5d6)[2][3][2][3][1](11) |72 Total| 389 |311 Nonlethal |78 Lethal [/table] The second hit threatens a CRT. -5 on the second -10on the third -15 on the fourth. The Misc damage are (in order) shock, flaming,frost, and Mage bane Doc Roc, you are being subjected to physical violence by an unseen attacker. Do you have a contingency, a readied action I have forgotten about, or an immediate-action Get out of Jail Free card that you wish to apply? Godna:Spoiler Hide Aside from the Haste-attack, why aren't you reducing the attack bonuses on your iterative attacks? Spoiler Hide I Knew I forgot something bugger I will fix the new totals are 56/40/29 for the 2nd third and 4fourth I'll roll for CRT if they manage to land I am not subject to any form of damage currently, so I'll just take it to the face. In the future, spoiling attack rolls while acceptable is probably unnecessary. Is there some compelling reason you aren't using the excellent Dispelling properties on your weapon? The grid stands proudly, and takes 78 points of damage. Godna, is this the end of your turn? The fact I wasn't aware of the dispelling property. Anyway Out of blatant curiosity how is it your immune to both lethal and non-lethal damage? Yes turn over. You can check my sheet or ask Ernie. After your repeated failure to disclose the slightest thing, I think it is best if I hold the rest of my cards to my chest. For the record, I won't tell. Doc, I believe it is your turn? No problem. I'll get my chance to see soon enough I'm sure because I don't think I can win this at the moment considering your immune to the only thing I can really do. Grid hums. Am I silenced? Originally Posted by Doc Roc Grid hums. Am I silenced? No sound comes out. And you also get the feeling you will have trouble casting defensively. I use hawks to probe the area around where I am floating. Will specify in next post. Planetar moves to R7, 10 feet up, and readies an action for AOE dispel at grid's location when grid is out of AOE. After that, I move my grid to M1. All cawing.'5 dives to the grid's height at K8 (moves double speed while diving).'4 dives to I7 at the grid's height, avoiding the solid fog. Then closes its wings and falls any remaining movement it has.'3 to N4. Closes its wings and falls.'2 to O8, closes its wings and falls. Gonna:Spoiler Hide It looks to me like you are 60' above N7:O8. Also, you get an AOO at hawk 2, hawk 3, or the grid as they start moving out of your threatened spaces. Planetary moves to R7, 10 feet up, and readies an action for AOE dispel at grid's location when grid is out of AOE. After that, I move my grid to M1. Doc, give me a few dispel checks. Let's say... 10. The hawks:2 makes no sound until it has fallen about 30'.3 releases a short caw, falls silent, and starts cawing again when it has fallen about 25'.4 and 5 caw all the way. Spoiler Hide Actually wouldn't the Planetary be within range also? From where I charged I thought I would come into within range of both. Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide Actually wouldn't the Planetary be within range also? From where I charged I thought I would come into within range of both. Spoiler Hide The Planetary is at a much lower altitude. You are 60' up, he is only at 25' now, as far as I can tell. (1d20+21)[38](1d20+21)[27](1d20+21)[27](1d20+21)[34](1d20+21)[33](1d20+21)[37](1d20+21)[32](1d20+21)[39](1d20+21)[33](1d20+21)[40]Dispel Checks Spoiler Hide actually the Planetary is standing on the huge robot who is 15' off the ground 15'+15'(size of Megaman)+10'(the size of planetary)=40' the same height as the grid edit: You know that dispel has a max CL bonus to dispel checks of +10 right? Unless your planetary has one very pimped out dispel bonus Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide actually the Planetary is standing on the huge robot who is 15' off the ground 15'+15'(size of Megaman)+10'(the size of planetary)=40' the same height as the grid Huh. Looks like you're right. Originally Posted by Gonna edit: You know that dispel has a max CL bonus to dispel checks of +10 right? Unless your planetary has one very pimped out dispel bonus Yeah... Doc Roc, that is agreaterDispel Magic, right? In any case, before that is resolved, Gonna:Spoiler Hide Are you taking an AOO? Spoiler Hide Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure you know that I could also reach the Planetary, but I'll take the attack of opportunity on the Grid but first I want to know if I trip it (shouldn't he still be prone?) will it stop his movement? (not taking into account contingencies.) Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure you know that I could also reach the Planetary, but I'll take the attack of opportunity on the Grid but first I want to know if I trip it (shouldn't he still be prone?) will it stop his movement? (not taking into account contingencies.) Uh, right. Godna:Spoiler Hide Since it last came up, it has been pointed out to me that you can only trip a creature with a natural fly speed. But. I let it slide last time, and I believe the agreement between the two of you was that it is possible to be "prone" in midair. But he has not taken the action to "stand up", which means he is still "prone". So you can not trip him again. Spoiler Hide I can't seem to find the rules for moving while prone. They have rules for crawling, but I can't find anything else. I don't think it would have an effect for anyone with perfect maneuverability, because they have like no restrictions on how they move in flight, but again I can't find any rules on it. Originally Posted by Ernie Huh. Looks like you're right. Yeah... Doc Roc, that is a greater Dispel Magic, right? In any case, before that is resolved, Gonna:Spoiler Hide Are you taking an AOO? Planetary only has GDM prepared. I see where the confusion came up. Planetary have dispelled magic as an at will ability, and greater dispel magic can be prepared by them. So. Gonna. Spoiler Hide AOO? Enir:Spoiler Hide By my count, Gonna's dust of disappearance has run out, as 8 rounds has pasted since he used it. Rounds spent in temp-Accela count on these types of items. Originally Posted by 9mm emir: Spoiler Hide By my count, Gonna's dust of disappearance has run out, as 8 rounds has pasted since he used it. Rounds spent in temp-Accela count on these types of items. Observers only (and actually, I encourage observers to read this):Spoiler Hide I only count 7. Did you include the round that was rerolled due to the Amulet? But it is entirely possible that I have miscounted (twice). Other observers, if you have been keeping track as well, and believe I have made a mistake in counting the rounds, please PM me about it. Otherwise, I'm going to keep on having Gonna invisible until the start of his next turn. Besides, I have a feeling he is about to get Disjunctioned (and thus completely screwed) this round anyway. =/ So, resolution of those dispel checks? Originally Posted by Ernie Observers only (and actually, I encourage observers to read this):Spoiler Hide I only count 7. Did you include the round that was rerolled due to the Amulet? But it is entirely possible that I have miscounted (twice). Other observers, if you have been keeping track as well, and believe I have made a mistake in counting the rounds, please PM me about it. Otherwise, I'm going to keep on having Gonna invisible until the start of his next turn. Besides, I have a feeling he is about to get Disjunctioned (and thus completely screwed) this round anyway. =/ Spoiler Hide he attempted to use it his first turn, but forgot to re-roll the time, I counted that turn into the roll. 7 is fine. And you're right... MDJ=hilarity I need Gonna to do/tell me one tiny little thing before those checks are resolved. Spoiler Hide (1d20+41)[51] on the solar for casting within my reach because I proved he is within range (2d6+56)[63](5d6)[6][2][4][2][2](16) Gonna:Spoiler Hide That was for the thing moving out of your reach, not for casting within it. Doc Roc, as your Simulacrum moves into dispelling position, it is whacked out of the blue and takes 61 points of damage. Does this destroy it? Spoiler Hide How did it manage to avoid taking the 16 damage from the enchantments? Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide How did it manage to avoid taking the 16 damage from the enchantments? Spoiler Hide You do not have any ranks in Knowledge: The Planes, so you do not know that. Spoiler Hide I was asking about mage bane, but I just remembered that planetary are probably casting divine I think sim is alive. It's go ~70 HP. Dispel Magic checks have been run. Doc Roc, you notice:Spoiler Hide No difference. Gonna, you notice:Spoiler Hide You are no longer Blurry. Observers:Spoiler Hide There were only two relevant magics here that I see, one being the Fighter's buffs, and the other being the Silence spell. The first dispelled a Blur spell the Fighter had on him, the second failed to dispel the field of Silence. Spoiler Hide I'M SOMBER AGAIN WOOOO no hangover it never did me much good anyway. Grid reaches M1, and MDJs the place where it was originally, and where it got attacked.40ft radius burst. Good night.**** that, this is exciting. How did you cast it twice? Or did I disinterest your post?and how did you get Disjunction? If you had a scroll in hand I should have been told as I have been able to see you, and had I known I'd have sundered it.edit: I agree Ernie, but that because this one if finally coming to an end. Doc, I believe this catches the robot within the AOE? And yes, at what point did the scroll enter your hand, anyway? Why would you get to know I had a scroll in hand? Did you make a knowledge arcane roll to recognize it? Can you hear me casting? MDJ has only a verbal component. Why did I get to cast it again? Because the last one triggered your amulet, and thus "never happened." Been holding it. Only need one hand to cast, so... :: shrugs :: It will likely catch the robot, yes. I'm so glad you think this whole thing was obviously a fluke.:: incredibly bitter :: Originally Posted by Doc Roc Why did I get to cast it again? Because the last one triggered your amulet, and thus "never happened. I believe he meant that he read "the place where it was originally, and where it got attacked" as two separate locations. Anyways, descriptions of what the hell is going on, coming up... No I'd know because I could see you and thus would have been able to see if you were holding something, and the first thing I tend to do is destroy any object I can see the opponent is holding (shields withstanding)I don't believe this is a fluke by the way. You have had this won ever since I've discovered your immunity to both Lethal and nonlethal damage. I'm still interested in how you did that by the way.edit: I might have had more of a chance if I had known about the dispelling weapon enchantment. 60' above N7:O8, a man is suddenly seen hovering. The spell clearly worked. Godna, you do not have buffs anymore. Neither does the robot, who suddenly pops back to being a much smaller raven. Doc:Spoiler Hide This also kills it instantly, right? Gonna, we are going to need Will saves for each one of your magic items. Gonna:Spoiler Hide Just use your own modifier, I don't think any of your stuff could possibly have a higher modifier than that. First tell me why I've never been told that the grid was holding something. Spoiler Hide (1d20+18)[30] (1d20+18)[25] (1d20+18)[32] (1d20+18)[28] (1d20+18)[38] (1d20+18)[30] (1d20+18)[30] (1d20+18)[21] (1d20+18)[38] (1d20+18)[37] (1d20+18)[30] (1d20+18)[34] (1d20+18)[19] (1d20+18)[30] (1d20+18)[21] (1d20+18)[26] (1d20+18)[29] (1d20+18)[32] To lazy to assign edit: Wait how the hell am I taking up 4 squares if I'm not buffed anymore? So, CL of the MDJ is 11, and the casting attain of the scroll maker was 19. I doubt any of his gear fails it. I'm not sure, remember, the raven did get hit with a Head for 170. Furthermore, I'm running delay death + beast land ferocity + favor of the martyr. It works, trust me. Unfortunately. Wouldn't the planetary be caught in range also if the giant RANK HAWK was?edit: Holy hell... I wish I had known that earlier do you know how useful this would have been? Dude this is why I love threads like these. Favor of the martyr is awesome.edit2: unfortunately Now that I know the effect of the spell I can't use the strategy I was planning on using on sign because now I know it would work here. Sims are instantaneous duration, and it has virtually no buffs up. It's caught but fine. Originally Posted by Doc Roc I'm running delay death + beast land ferocity + favor of the martyr. It works, trust me. Unfortunately. It's my trick...trust me, it works. Originally Posted by Gonna First tell me why I've never been told that the grid was holding something. I did not think it mattered, and I do not remember you asking. Hell, Ionly asked him now. Originally Posted by Gonna edit: Wait how the hell am I taking up 4 squares if I'm not buffed anymore? Opus. You don't. You *sloop* into square N7, the top one. Godna:Spoiler Hide All your stuff seems to have survived. Something of note thought You are way into the negative now correct? The spells only keep you conscious at -1 to -9edit: and the wording of beast land could be used to kill you if reduced to -10 hp by RAW, but I don't think you hit exactly -10 so that's irrelevant. Originally Posted by Gonna Something of note thought You are way into the negative now correct? The spells only keep you conscious at -1 to -9 Beast land Ferocity: "The subject becomes such a tenacious combatant that it continues to fight without penalty even while disabled or dying. "It goes on to list that it gains bonus strength while between -1 and -9, but that does not affect its ability to act while dying. I'm not worried about it the benefit of knowledge learned far outweighs the cost of battle. Anywho, I was hoping I could drive this match home tonight, but I think that was being a bit too optimistic. Have to get up in about 2 hours, good night for real this time. Oh, You can and probably will.Depending on or not if that was the end of his turn. Originally Posted by Gonna First tell me why I've never been told that the grid was holding something. I'll answer this one. YOU WERE TOLD, you literary watched Doc Roc draw it. He's had it out for ages now; in game terms he's been doing nothing for over a minute besides launch one of the most impressive animal shows ever and drawing the scroll. I thought that was done on the turn that never happened. It doesn't matter at this point. It wouldn't matter because none the effects I had on me would matter at this point, but a question presents its self. Why didn't either of the two helping hands do jack? I mean one I could understand, but the other should have had an effect I'm sure. Originally Posted by Gonna Why didn't either of the two helping hands do jack? I mean one I could understand, but the other should have had an effect I'm sure. Both hands are still out there, I remind you. Well since speak is a free action at 25 words or fewer and Draw sign language is effectively a language. I'm saying something in common sign language'm finally visible I can do something I've been waiting to do since page 1 I return the one finger salute back to the flying hand, :) If they can't find me they need a new line of work. Did I ever actually get to use my belt of battle? I think that was in the round that got erased. Confirmation? If I still have it, current range to the unhappy man? You have used it. Here. Do you then... not want to know the distance? In any case, I believe you have all the information you need regarding his location... That I did. Distance isn't that valuable to me right now. Tell me, how is he flying if all his buffs are down? You mean flying with perfect maneuverability. Since you told me your secret I'll tell you mine. Phoenix cloaks from the MACIF I had it my way it would be red, and my torso thingy would be blue and my amulet of second chances would be a giant S shield thingy. Okay, end turn. Can we get a map update? You can in the morning. In the meantime, I would like to remind you that all participants you have seen in this battle are now visible and have posted their locations publicly. Sorry about how long this took... Blue: Grid. 40' up. Red: Hawks. #1 is 70' up, #2 and #3 on the ground, #4 and #5 40' up. Light green: Raven, 15' up. Dark green: Planetary, 10' up. Dark red: Fighter, 65' up. Hey sweet does this mean I'm no longer Large? Well since it's my turn I assume. I Charge the Planetary Full attack full and put penalty into AC and as a swift action I activate my bracers(1d20+38)[39](2d4+54)[60]and as a free action I sing the first 25 words of princes of the universe by queen to absolutely no effect at all The Fighter charges, reaching for the Planetary from an unnatural range. And misses horribly. Is it my turn? Yes It is now your turn Spoiler Hide Just An FYI I activated my bracers after charging. In case it wasn't clear Planetary triggers remaining T-hawk with a free action. Should be Hawk 1. More soon. And that goes off without a hitch. Okay, Grid moves to the closest viable square to pull a shot with an orb. Crack a true-strike contingency. Casts Admixture Orb of Acid and Cold, Empowered.(1d20+36)[54] Damage, Half Acid, Half Cold(42d6)[155] Wouldn't that be a 10th level slot?4 (Orb of acid)+4 (energy admix)+2 (empower)? Nope, it would not be. Is this the end of your turn, Doc? Godna, I believe you survive this? Well since he didn't guess that I have the secret weakness to elemental candy guess so. A couple questions before the action Spoiler Hide Two questions is letting go of my chain with one hand a free action? And two am I to assume that because the bead of force doesn't list an activation time that its activation would be a free action if one were to use it without throwing it? Second, Can I full attack with beads of force? Treating them like thrown weapons? Edit: actually going by the logic that it doesn't mention its use being an action I could argue that I could chuck however many I have at once. Originally Posted by Gonna well since he didn't guess that I have the secret weakness to elemental candy I guess so. A couple questions before the action Spoiler Hide Two questions is letting go of my chain with one hand a free action? And two am I to assume that because the bead of force doesn't list an activation time that its activation would be a free action if one were to use it without throwing it? Second, Can I full attack with beads of force? Treating them like thrown weapons? Edit: actually going by the logic that it doesn't mention its use being an action I could argue that I could chuck however many I have at once. Gonna:Spoiler Hide "Unless stated otherwise, activating a use-activated magic item is either a standard action or not an action at all" and "If the item’s activation is subsumed in its use and takes no extra time (such as swinging a magic sword that has a built-in enhancement bonus), use activation is not an action at all." are the clauses that apply, I believe. DMG 213. Looks to me like using one of these is just part of throwing it, making it a nonaction. Which would mean that since you have Quick Draw, you could make iterative attacks with them. Odd. Spoiler Hide So would hitting myself with one be an action? Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide So would hitting myself with one be an action? Spoiler Hide It would be an attack action. Doc, I think we might be seeing an action soon... I'm not done yet. Planetary moves up ten feat, and then to N1. Does his chain appear to be metal? Rather than wait for the DM I'll just go ahead and say it. Apart from the fact it seems to be frozen/on fire/electrified it does appear to be metal Originally Posted by Doc Roc I'm not done yet. Right. Oops. Spoiler Hide Time stop from timmmmmmeeeee domain from my planetary. (1d4+1)[5] Spoiler Hide Planetary lays out 4x blade barrier walls such that two intersect on the square gonna is in, at the minimum angle permitted, then two such that when he evades the first one, he is placed inside one or the other of the remaining walls. Planetary then uses the remaining turn to full withdraw straight upward. Spoiler Hide That is all. Crap deleted wrong postMy previous post I get an attack of opportunity for it leaving my threaten square before anything else. All I saw was it moved up ten feet and then moved again and that's still within my range. It transpositioned out. Didn't move while in range. When did this happen? I apologize I am in like two fight at once here, and I am DMing two threads. So if I missed something please point it out. Bing. Here. Ah, see I didn't know that it teleported and before when you (the grid) did it you mentioned immediately that you had teleported.edit: I am fairly interested in finding out how you got a contingency that let you or your planetary teleport like that. Some _very_ precise wording, and a bunch of conveniently awesome hawks. Wow, you got lucky It took some weaseling for me to get him to accept contingencies such as Upon coming with 20 feet of the target of my first charge Upon coming with 20 feet of the target of my second charge "Activate on and transpose with "Is unarguably precise and simple. True, but with wording like that it would imply that the bird has to make the gesture.edit: but I get the concept transpose with who ever does (as an example) The headband.edit2: Doesn't your planetary have spell resistance?never mind not relevant Am done, by the way. Gonna, you are struck by a vile, freezing orb of goo. Roll a Fort save. You also suddenly find yourself encased in nasty walls of spinning force-blades. Roll two Reflex saves. You should look at posts #433 and #434. (1d20+20)[29]fort(1d20+22)[37]Ref(1d20+22)[31]Reedit: updated map please. You need to pick which side of the initial intersection you end up on, which will place you inside another blade barrier, requiring a third reflex save. Yeah, I suppose that's going to be needed. As far as I can tell, the other movements that have happened since the last mapping are that the Planetary and H1 switched places, and the Planetary has moved 100' up since then. Also, the Grid moved "into range". Care to pick an exact square, Doc? I believe I only need to move one square closer. Could be wrong. Blue: Grid. 40' up. Red: Hawks. #1 is 10' up, #2 and #3 on the ground, #4 and #5 40' up. Light green: Raven, 15' up. Dark green: Planetary, 170' up. Dark red: Fighter, 65' up. Drawing on the walls would require a bit more detailed description. =/ Do them however you find convenient. Doesn't matter to me. For the sake of convenience, let's say the angle was 90°. That would place the Fighter at L7, N5 or O8. Sorry about how long this took, busy weekend again.(By the way, Blade Barriers are boohooing.) What is what? The yellow is blade barriers. This is all that has changed from the previous map to the current one. The fog is still present, but I don't think it's tactically very relevant. It might be should I decided to hide in it. Well, you could probably just go back, check, and add it yourself. How high up is everything? Uh, shouldn't the fog have been disjointed? It was solidly within the radius of the MDJ. Originally Posted by Gonna How high up is everything? Originally Posted by Ernie Dark Blue: Grid. 40' up. Red: Hawks. #1 is 10' up, #2 and #3 on the ground, #4 and #5 40' up. Light green: Raven, 15' up. Dark green: Planetary, 170' up. Dark red: Fighter, 65' up. Let's say that the bottom of the Blade Barriers starts at 60' elevation. They are 20' high. I move to J5Spoiler Hide ready an action to activate my shield at the first sign of trouble Originally Posted by Gonna I move to J5 Spoiler Hide ready an action to activate my shield at the first sign of trouble Gonna:Spoiler Hide I don't think that's a very specific activation. If a bird poops on your head, is that trouble? What about someone poking you with a point-ed stick? What is/n't trouble? Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide ready an action to activate my shield at the first sign of trouble Gonna:Spoiler Hide Yeah, I really need something more specific than that. I am not playing lawyer this time, I seriously have no idea what kind of situation you have in mind. A bird pooping on your head obviously isn't, but what does it take? Is, for example, the grid saying a word enough? Or only if you see an orb of death headed your way? So yeah, a bit more detail, please. Spoiler Hide Trouble is anything that would have an effect upon me. He casts a force cage around me-It has an effect (not one my shield helps with, but irrelevant) He chucks a shoe at me. Boom trouble PM me when it's my turn :S Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide Trouble is anything that would have an effect upon me. He casts a force cage around me-It has an effect (not one my shield helps with, but irrelevant) He chucks a shoe at me. Boom trouble Spoiler Hide So basically, when the grid aims a something in your general direction. Waiting to see whether something has an effect is... not something you want, I am guessing. Originally Posted by Doc Roc PM me when it's my turn :S Speaking of that, is it his turn, Gonna? Spoiler Hide well that's basically if I will make any spell craft checks needed to make sure it's an actual spell and no voodoo though because I just noticed I have 2 ranks in spell craft because of mage slayer. Turn over. Planetary lays down obscuring mist on the grid. Spoiler Hide Residual Magic ⇓ Admixture ⇓ Twinned Empowered Orb of Acid and Cold ⇓ Admixture Twinned Empowered Orb of Acid and Cold ⇓ Crack two Contingent True strikes. ⇓ Aim at the square I know to contain the fighter. ⇓ Ignore all concealment, including obscuring mist. He'll need a DC21 spell craft check to figure out what I'm casting. I am whispering to cast, so he'll need a DC 15 +1/10ft (21) listen check to know I'm talking. This rises to 26 if he's distracted, so I instruct my hawks to dive bomb him. Spoiler Hide (1d20+36)[50] (1d20+36)[39] Gonna, the birds are... attacking. Not dealing damage, but all those wings flapping around you have got to be annoying. And we need a Listen check and a Spell craft check. Holy crap I get to make listen checks bricks shat(1d20+10)[18]listen(1d20+2)[20]despoiler Hide Do birds count as a shoe? They are having an effect I assume. So my readied action takes effect. Damn it seems I wasted it. Armand Gimp says I can post again. \o/Gonna, you hear nothing but the sound of angry birds. Godna:Spoiler Hide I believe you accepted my version of the readied action trigger? If so, it hasn't activated, because you have not seen the grid aim anything in your general direction. Doc Roc:Spoiler Hide Apparently, Obscuring Mist is centered on the caster. Does this mean the Planetary moved up to the Grid and cast the spell there? Also, I don't see damage rolls. Spoiler Hide I believe the way I worded it was intended that if anything effected me. I mean I even mentioned if chucked a shoe it would set it off. I don't know if bird count as an effect or not, but considering they are attacking me I think that counts. Hence, my belief that I wasted it. From the fact this is coming up I assume that this is important. The birds aren't attacking or posing a threat, just pestering you by cawing for attention and potentially provoking Amos. Spoiler Hide Admixture added before empower, making it 28d6+14d6 per orb. Yes, the planetary moved. (42d6)[136] (42d6)[164] Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I believe the way I worded it was intended that if anything effected me. I mean I even mentioned if chucked a shoe it would set it off. I don't know if bird count as an effect or not, but considering they are attacking me I think that counts. Hence, my belief that I wasted it. From the fact this is coming up I assume that this is important. Gonna and observers:Spoiler Hide Again, you accepted my wording of the readied action trigger of "when the grid aims a something in your general direction"*, because "has an effect" can mean just about anything by the examples you provided. As is, I say the triggering condition has not been met. The Planetary has moved up to the Grid, and created fog around them. The birds have flown into the squares surrounding you, and started cawing again. Using my version of the trigger, it has not been met because you have not seen the grid do anything, especially not aiming anything at you. I can't be sure whether birds flapping wings and cawing in your vicinity counts as an "effect" under your original intention, but my guess is no. If you want to rescind your acceptance of my revision, do so now, and please provide a pretty damn bulletproof definition of what you want the trigger to be. Note, if you want the triggering condition to be something having "an effect" on you, I say we have to resolve the action that causes "the effect" before resolving your readied action. Otherwise, no way to know whether said action would have "an effect", and I would prefer not violating causality in this match. *To clarify what I meant, "general direction" being "you" or, in the case of a recognized spell effect, a spell that includes you or your square in the target area. Doc Roc: We're working on it... Originally Posted by Doc Roc The birds aren't attacking or posing a threat, just pestering you by cawing for attention and potentially provoking Amos. Quit reading my spoilers.Ernie I will PM you with the necessary details. Originally Posted by Ernie Doc Roc: We're working on it... Whatever. Just make a nice expedient and convenient decision. I have three more shots like that. To be honest at this point I don't have a chance to win, and my only goal is to kill your planetary because I'm a prick. Originally Posted by Gonna To be honest at this point I don't have a chance to win, and my only goal is to kill your planetary because I'm a prick. You are correct. Still have not seen that PM. My bad I was playing Fire emblem for the first time in a while. I PM'd The Fighter gives a look of intense concentration and his shield a prod as the events of the round begin to unfurl. Orbs of death fly out of the fog, straight at the Fighter. They crash into him, but the Fighter seems to weather them with no apparent ill effect. Doc Roc, is your turn-over? Godna:Spoiler Hide Yes, your shield activated. Observers only:Spoiler Hide Apparently, the original intent behind "the first sign of trouble" was "whenever the opposition starts taking actions". Whatever. I'm using that trigger, now that I finally have one that actually means something. Gonna also seemed to be under the impression that he was "wasting" it buy having it fire this round, since until this post, he saw no danger. He wasn't trying to post-event cheat the shield into activating. Yep, it's finished. Don't suppose you could pick up the pace a bit, Gonna? Sure, but this is a tentative action because I'm waiting on a PM from the DM. I quickly draw 4 beads of force throwing them each in turn. The 1st three at the Planetary at a -2 due being one range increment out of range.(already taken into account of course)(1d20+29)[36]1st(1d20+24)[34]2nd(1d20+19)[26]3rd(5d6)[21]1st(5d6)[13]2nd(5d6)[21]3rdand the last bead I hit myself with, and willing fail my reflex save, so I am inside the sphere.(5d6)[19]4thAlso I only take half damage from that because I'm blinking and it's an area effect.edit: no entirely sure if I'm finished yet. You actually can't see the planetary, thanks to obscuring mist. Do you have a way of ignoring 50% concealment? Third shot misses outright, Planetary AC is 32. Low 50 misses:(1d100)[13](1d100)[57] Reflex save:(1d20+8)[9]Nat 1 on the Reflex, planetary is alive but ensnared. Last I checked your 40' in the air. And the Planetary is 170' or so.obscuring mist has a radius of 20' and unless I'm missing something 170'>20' and that's just the height.Also, these would actually be touch attacks since I'm not aiming to get through armor just to hit him.edit: I forgot the +2 to the attack roll from blinking Which reminds me we didn't roll for that orb on page 14 near the end. I'll let Ernie winkle this out. But they aren't touch attacks, and the beads have a max range of 60 feet. Orbs actually aren't targeted spells. Planetar used a move action to get down to Obs Mist, by the way, since flying down is done at double speed and it has perfect maneuverability. So I believe it's technically below the grid. In fact, j2-k4, 15 feet up should be okay to catch them both in the obs mist, and should still be within the move range of the planetary (edit: it is). Actually it says a range of up 60 feet with no range penalties. I'm sorry I didn't know the planetary moved. I didn't see it perhaps it was spoilered?also how did it double move and cast a spell? I'm not saying the action isn't possible thought because if I recall right you move twice as fast while descending. Furthermore, I don't mind you hitting, and yes, it had moved. You do go down twice as fast as up. Wouldn't I have seen the planetary move though come to think of it? I can't see anywhere in the text I can see that says he moved. Eh, spoilered it rather sort of by accident. You know now, and it changed nothing. Just checked, and if your shield is what I think it is, you can't affect yourself with resilient sphere. What do you think my shield was enchanted with?edit: I'll go ahead and tell you, but I want to know your theory first. There is no range increment on the beads, it seems. Just a range of 60'. And now that it has been mentioned, there is indeed nothing saying using them is a touch attack. I forgot the +2 to the attack roll from blinking We made a specific ruling about that effect being dispensable. Which would mean it got MDJ-ed along with the rest. Godna:Spoiler Hide You can't use the bead on you right now, you are invulnerable to its effects until the end of your turn. "Immune to spells" and" functions like an Failure’s resilient sphere spell". Gonna, is your turn-over? Then why does it include the words ranged penalties? Secondly if they break on impact would it matter where it hit? ThirdSpoiler Hide I guess made the mistake of thinking that the spell made the force effect and the reflex was to get out of the bubble. Fourth Because my first attack put the planetary in a bubble I believe I'm allowed to change the target of the rest of my full attack because with a full attack you [QUOTE]You do not need to specify the targets of your attacks ahead of time. You can see how the earlier attacks turn out before assigning the later ones. [/QUOTE] and when I was posting I was not expecting to get a solar in a bottle. Errr... planetary in a bubble. Not quite turn over yet.edit: Wow little rally 1 hour after your post.edit2: As much as it seems like I'm drawing this out I do want to get this fight over with because I have some many changes to make with this guy that I'm practically going to have to build him. Especially for a fight against that other guy that totally trashed me. You too because next time I won't forget about those nifty dispel enchantments. Originally Posted by Gonna Than why does it include the words ranged penalties? To make it clear that there aren't any. The bead is clearly not supposed to follow the range incremental rules. Originally Posted by Gonna Secondly if they break on impact would it matter where it hit? Uh... I guess that if everyone involved were standing on or adjacent to a solid surface, you could aim for the square instead. As is, everyone is flying. Not hitting rather unambiguously sends the thing into thin air. Fourth Fine, you can change the targets. I assume you did them all at once because you wanted to save time. Next time, though, I suggest you make it clear ahead of time that you have a goal and want to stop when it is accomplished. Actually, he has no way of telling when it works. Obscuring mist blocks sight. Originally Posted by Doc Roc Actually, he has no way of telling when it works. Obscuring mist blocks sight. Ah. Right you are. Actually from earlier I was able to see through the solid fog you had surrounded yourself with and considering the solid fog is basically obscuring mist + extra... And just how precisely did you do that? Originally Posted by Gonna actually from earlier I was able to see through the solid fog you had surrounded yourself with and considering the solid fog is basically obscuring mist + extra... Can you point that instance out? I don't remember it, or any ability you have that allows you to see through the fog.(Possibly because it may have been a month ago, but...) I seem to have lost my original copy of the PM, but I do have a backup copy of it on my hard drive, but the post it became relevant is here and the post after it here Right. I managed to forget about that particular use. Again. Sorry, Gonna. Your course of action? Observers/Gonna:Spoiler Hide The thing in question is the Pierce Magical Concealment feat. In particular, it is the "disregard... spells when used to create concealment effects" clause. Spoiler Hide I throw 3 beads of force at the Grid, and I'll stop if he gets stuck in a sphere (1d20+26)[37]2nd (1d20+21)[34]3rd (1d20+16)[28]4th (5d6)[19]2nd (5d6)[22]3rd (5d6)[14]4th I know the damage is irrelevant but here nonetheless. Originally Posted by Gonna Spoiler Hide I throw 3 beads of force at the Grid, and I'll stop if he gets stuck in a sphere Is there any reason that's spoiler'ed? Anyway, Doc Roc, we require 3 reflex saves from you. (1d20+11)[22](1d20+11)[18](1d20+11)[17]Eh... :(All saves passed. A lot of nasty balls of force spring up around you, but none of them catch you. Godna, is your turn-over? Well now I expect that to finally be game. I'm kinda curious what the map looks like now lol. Is your turn-over? yup Minimum characters of text The grid moves up a couple of squares out of the mist, regaining full sight. What does she see? You see no change. Ummmmmm as in my opponent is still where he was? Or as in my vision is still clouded? Or...? Sorry. Your opponent is where he was, he looks the same, your vision is not clouded, and you see nothing that you did not already know was there. Twinned&&Empowered Orb of Acid, cracking two true-strike contingencies.(1d20+36)[56](1d20+36)[38] Hi there CRT threat!(1d20+36)[48] Damage a, b(42d6)[156](21d6)[73] and that after 18 pages is finally game. I pretty much never had a chance to win because of god mode., but I'm fairly sure my rebuilt fighter won't have that issue. If I had known that we were going allow things like that trick I'd have done the tower shield invisibility trick. And I'd have MDJ'd you, then sundered your tower shield. *Splat*The Fighter dies. Victor: Doc Roc. And now, I guess it is Q&A time.(Oh, and Gonna, I can't remember. Did you call off the Monk?) Nope I never did call off the monk. Anyway Roc you mind if I check out a copy of your character sheet? Mine can be found here. Did I manage to put up more of a fight than expected? Would you later like a match with my new fighter when I finish him? I'm astounded that that combat took so much longer than mine, considering how many more dirty tricks doc roc used compared to me. Well you must remember each fight I learn something new. And as the headshots lets play taught me well. Killing it only makes it stronger. Considering that I got out with more than half of my spells, no serious consumables spent, and half of my seventh level spells? Only you can be the judge of how you felt you performed. Certainly if things had been measurably different in a few ways you might have taken me down. On the other hand, I'm a little dubious. I don't think anyone in their right mind can see this fight and suggest that wizard and fighter are even playing the same game. Consider that you should have been able to kill four teams of eight of me, by encounter rules. Well to be fair the Spell compendium is a much larger boost for wizards than the magic item compendium is for fighters. I'd also like to say I agree wizards and fighters are nowhere near equal, but give wizards a slight break on the CR thing. I don't think they were expecting one to use that combination of spells. You might want to take into account the Planetary and good prep time into your CR. But as I said in the thread. This isn't wizard vs fighter. So much as Full BAD + level 20 wealth. VS Wizard. The orb spells are actually also in Complete Arcane, along with many of the other components of my build, but a huge chunk of what I did relied on core material. I was referring to overall actually, but you immunity to lethal/non-lethal did rely on off the compendium edit: Also I did provide you a link to my character sheet. May I see yours? You certainly keep a better organized sheet than I do, but where are your contingencies listed?wow. 27 wish chain nice. What did you use them on? I assume the Hawks were the host of the contingent benign teleport? Where did you put the spell levels of the effects cast on you?edit: I just lol'd when reading back through the thread on page 3 when emir said the fight was much longer than he expected think your delay death might have worn off at some point. I'm not sure. The rounds are kinda confusing when they started and ended. It didn't, I was down-ticking it each round, pretty much. Basically, what you see pretty accurately represents my ending state, though a couple of orbs should be checked off that aren't. My contingencies are listed as items, mostly, though some of them I deleted as they triggered, hence my large portion of unspent wealth. Ah, I didn't update my sheet as I went along, and I paid the price because I could have used my dust of disappearance and prolonged the fight :) Yuk. Thanks for not prolonging it. I might have won had I just done so until his delay ran out, but as I had said earlier I wished to end this. I had two revives and another delay. Furthermore, I had at least 30 minutes of uptime. You never had a chance with that build. I literally could have just sat there and waited while you beat on me endlessly, killing you with just cries from my backup dagger. Regardless, I've got to ask would you be up for a rematch? As either the fighter or the wizard? Sure I guess.

Wizard 13 vs. Fighter 20, fight three.|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-OhITP PbP Exhibition - Allan A. Aokage versus Blue Ghost

Trees surround the dusty crater; a monument to the damage caused by a meteorite striking the planet, which failed to destroy it. Of course, such things happen to planets all the time; constantly, you could say. Everything happens somewhere; as one human drinks a cup of coffee, a planet could be destroyed by a comet that would have repercussions throughout the entire solar system that planet lives in. But that's okay, because these sorts of things only happen in outer space. But returning to this point in space and time; this crater. A figure in black robes appears from the trees; he clambers down into the crater, before finding a convenient spot to stand. He stands for a moment, checks his watch absently, before activating a duel disk." I am Argus, an envoy of the Dark World; I've also been appointed one of the Royal Triumvirate, or so I've been told. I do believe that the honorable Overlord requested a duel between our good selves, as a test of strength?"((My apologies for the first paragraph; if it's too obstructive, feel free to ignore it, the second is a bit more important.)) (1d20)[13](1d40)[36](1d39)[8](1d38)[37](1d37)[15](1d36)[10]{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points8000Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 5 Spoiler Hide - Face down Spoiler Hide - Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Knight Watch ~ 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Raven 2. Fabled Raven 3. Fabled Raven 4. Sagan 5. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 6. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 7. Snipe Hunter 8. Chaos Sorcerer 9. Chaos Sorcerer 10. Fabled Lorrie 11. Fabled Lorrie 12. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 13. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 14. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 15. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 16. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 17. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 18. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 19. Plague spreader Zombie 20. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 21. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 22. Card Destruction 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Giant Trade 26. Monster Reborn 27. Dark World Dealings 28. Dark World Dealings 29. Dark Hole 30. Into the Void 31. Dark World Lightning 32. Dark World Lightning 33. Book of Moon 34. Book of Moon 35. Book of Moon 36. Gateway to Dark World 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Royal Decree 40. Mirror Force Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Leviathan 2. Fabled Leviathan 3. Fabled Reign 4. Fabled Valkyrie 5. Fabled Valkyrie 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Chaos King Archfiend 9. Stygian Sergeants 10. Stardust Dragon 11. Red Dragon Archfiend 12. Goya Guardian 13. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm In a bright flash of azure flame, Blue Ghost appears in the crater before Argus. Good day, Argus. I do not know of the Royal Triumvirate or your Overlord, but I have been brought here as an envoy of the light, so to speak. Therefore, let us duel to determine which of us is the stronger.(d20)[2](d40)[7](d39)[27](d38)[31](d37)[19](d36)[30] "Oho, is that so? I shall have to inform Him myself; regardless, I wish you the utmost luck in our coming game."(1d35)[23]"Ah. Perhaps I was a little hasty wishing you luck when I could have done with some myself. Regardless, I shall set one monster face-down and a back row also. Your turn, Lightened Envoy."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points8000Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 4 Spoiler Hide -Gateway to Dark World -Chaos Sorcerer -Arrow, Huntsman of Dark World -Monster Reborn Face down Spoiler Hide (M3) - Fabled Lorrie (M4) - Royal Decree Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Knight Watch ~ 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Raven 2. Fabled Raven 3. Fabled Raven 4. Sagan 5. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 6. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 7. Snipe Hunter 8. Chaos Sorcerer 9. Fabled Lorrie 10. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 11. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 12. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 13. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 14. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16. Plague spreader Zombie 17. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 18. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 19. Card Destruction 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Giant Trade 23. Dark World Dealings 24. Dark World Dealings 25. Dark Hole 26. Into the Void 27. Dark World Lightning 28. Dark World Lightning 29. Book of Moon 30. Book of Moon 31. Book of Moon 32. Royal Decree 33. Royal Decree 34. Mirror Force Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Leviathan 2. Fabled Leviathan 3. Fabled Reign 4. Fabled Valkyrie 5. Fabled Valkyrie 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Chaos King Archfiend 9. Stygian Sergeants 10. Stardust Dragon 11. Red Dragon Archfiend 12. Goya Guardian 13. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Dark days fall upon us all. It is up to us how we make use of them.(d35)[18]I use Foolish Burial to send Wolf, Light sworn Beast to the Graveyard, upon which he is summoned to the field. Joining Wolf in battle will be the courageous paladin Jain! Jain shall attack your face down monster, and Wolf attacks directly. Then I activate the Gold Sarcophagus, which prepares for the arrival of Judgment Dragon in two turns' time. I end my turn, and Jain sends two cards from my deck to the Graveyard. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|W|J|--|-|-|-|-[/table]W:Wolf, Light sworn Beast (2100/300)J:Jain, Light sworn Paladin (1800/1200)Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Nero Garden Dark Hole Rico, Light sworn Hunter Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Judgment Dragon 2. Arch lord Kristy 3. Arch lord Kristy 4. Honest 5. Honest 6. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 7. Shire, Light sworn Spirit 8. Shire, Light sworn Spirit 9. Aureus, Light sworn Druid 10. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 11. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 12. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 13. Wolf, Light sworn Beast 14. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 15. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 16. Efren, Light sworn Monk 17. Solar Recharge 18. Solar Recharge 19. Solar Recharge 20. Gold Sarcophagus 21. Giant Trade 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Monster Reincarnation 25. Monster Reborn 26. Beckoning Light 27. Solemn Judgment 28. Royal Decree 29. Royal Decree 30. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Celestial, Light sworn Angel Foolish Burial Gold Sarcophagus Charge of the Light Brigade Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Judgment Dragon (2 turns) Jain mills:(d32)[7](d31)[17](Celestial, Charge of the Light Brigade) "Ah. A most commendable opening; I can only hope I can match it. Jain destroyed my Fabled Lorrie."(1d34)[32]"My hand is forced. I shall activate my Monster Reborn to resurrect Celestial, Light sworn Angel and place it under my command. I'll also set a monster face-down and have Celestial strike down Jain, dealing five hundred life points of damage. Furthermore, I'll set another back row and bring my turn to a close."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|C|F|--|-|F|F|-[/table]Celestial, Light sworn Angel -2300/200Life Points5900Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 2 Spoiler Hide -Chaos Sorcerer -Royal Decree Face down Spoiler Hide (M4) - Arrow, Huntsman of Dark World (S/T3) - Royal Decree (S/T4) - Gateway to Dark World Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Fabled Lorrie Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Knight Watch ~ 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Raven 2. Fabled Raven 3. Fabled Raven 4. Sagan 5. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 6. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 7. Snipe Hunter 8. Chaos Sorcerer 9. Fabled Lorrie 10. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 11. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 12. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 13. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 14. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16. Plague spreader Zombie 17. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 18. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 19. Card Destruction 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Giant Trade 23. Dark World Dealings 24. Dark World Dealings 25. Dark Hole 26. Into the Void 27. Dark World Lightning 28. Dark World Lightning 29. Book of Moon 30. Book of Moon 31. Book of Moon 32. Royal Decree 33. Mirror Force Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Leviathan 2. Fabled Leviathan 3. Fabled Reign 4. Fabled Valkyrie 5. Fabled Valkyrie 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Chaos King Archfiend 9. Stygian Sergeants 10. Stardust Dragon 11. Red Dragon Archfiend 12. Goya Guardian 13. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Oh, such a cruel move.(d30)[2]Wolf will attack your face down monster. I then set another monster and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|W|FD|--|-|-|-|-[/table]W:Wolf, Light sworn Beast (2100/300)Life Points:7500Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Nero Garden Dark Hole Arch lord Kristy Face Down: Spoiler Hide Rico, Light sworn Hunter Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Judgment Dragon 2. Arch lord Kristy 3. Honest 4. Honest 5. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 6. Shire, Light sworn Spirit 7. Shire, Light sworn Spirit 8. Aureus, Light sworn Druid 9. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 10. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 11. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 12. Wolf, Light sworn Beast 13. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 14. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 15. Efren, Light sworn Monk 16. Solar Recharge 17. Solar Recharge 18. Solar Recharge 19. Gold Sarcophagus 20. Giant Trade 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Monster Reincarnation 24. Monster Reborn 25. Beckoning Light 26. Solemn Judgment 27. Royal Decree 28. Royal Decree 29. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Jain, Light sworn Paladin Foolish Burial Gold Sarcophagus Charge of the Light Brigade Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Judgment Dragon (1 turns) "The monster to fall this time was my trusted Brown, Huntsman of Dark World."(1d33)[14]"I shall normally summon Badge, Vanguard of Dark World. Your fallen angel shall strike at your loyal Beast, and the Vanguard shall strike at your face-down monster. I look forward to the results; if there is no opposition, my turn shall end there."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|C|B|--|-|F|F|-[/table]Celestial, Light sworn Angel -2300/200Beiige, Vanguard of Dark World -1600/1300Life Points5900Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 2 Spoiler Hide -Chaos Sorcerer -Royal Decree Face down Spoiler Hide (M4) - Arrow, Huntsman of Dark World (S/T3) - Royal Decree (S/T4) - Gateway to Dark World Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Fabled Lorrie -Monster Reborn -Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Knight Watch ~ 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Raven 2. Fabled Raven 3. Fabled Raven 4. Sagan 5. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 6. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 7. Snipe Hunter 8. Chaos Sorcerer 9. Fabled Lorrie 10. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 11. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 12. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 13. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 14. Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15. Plague spreader Zombie 16. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 17. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 18. Card Destruction 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Giant Trade 22. Dark World Dealings 23. Dark World Dealings 24. Dark Hole 25. Into the Void 26. Dark World Lightning 27. Dark World Lightning 28. Book of Moon 29. Book of Moon 30. Book of Moon 31. Royal Decree 32. Mirror Force Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Leviathan 2. Fabled Leviathan 3. Fabled Reign 4. Fabled Valkyrie 5. Fabled Valkyrie 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Chaos King Archfiend 9. Stygian Sergeants 10. Stardust Dragon 11. Red Dragon Archfiend 12. Goya Guardian 13. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm The monster you destroyed is Rico, Light sworn Hunter, who destroys your face down card to the left, as well as sending three cards from the top of my Deck to the Graveyard.(d29)[4](d28)[5](d27)[20](Honest, Shire, Mystical Space Typhoon) "On the left? My Royal Decree is overturned by the mongrels it hoped to impose restrictions on. Regardless, I shall bring my turn to an end." You are calling the servants of the light mongrels? I think you may need to change your tune!(d26)[19]Two times have passed, and the Gold Sarcophagus is now opened. Jain, Wolf, Shire, Rico! All the love and light that's gone before, sound forth again in glorious song! Descend, Judgment Dragon! Destroy the evil and bring light to this dark world! Blasts of music fill the air as a blinding light pours from the heavens, consuming everything on the field. A radiant dragon descends from the sky, surrounded by the spirits of the four fallen Light sworn, and shining faces that Argus does not recognize, but which Blue holds dear.(Priority on Judgment Dragon's effect, destroy your field.) I also summon Nero Garden to join Judgment Dragon on the field. Nero Garden attacks, and Judgment Dragon follows! I end my turn! Judgment Dragon mills:(d25)[14](d24)[6](d23)[19](d22)[9](Aureus, Solar Recharge, Beckoning Light, Wolf)Judgment Dragon sent Wolf to the Graveyard from my deck, so he shall be joining the battle! Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|W|JD|NG|--|-|-|-|-[/table]JD:Judgment Dragon (3000/2000)NG:Nero Garden (600/1300)JD:Wolf, Light sworn Beast (2100/300)Life Points:6500Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Dark Hole Arch lord Kristy Mystical Space Typhoon Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Judgment Dragon 2. Arch lord Kristy 3. Honest 4. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 5. Shire, Light sworn Spirit 6. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 7. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 8. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 9. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 10. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 11. Efren, Light sworn Monk 12. Solar Recharge 13. Solar Recharge 14. Gold Sarcophagus 15. Giant Trade 16. Monster Reincarnation 17. Monster Reborn 18. Solemn Judgment 19. Royal Decree 20. Royal Decree 21. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Jain, Light sworn Paladin Wolf, Light sworn Beast Rico, Light sworn Hunter Aureus, Light sworn Druid Shire, Light sworn Spirit Celestial, Light sworn Angel Honest Foolish Burial Gold Sarcophagus Charge of the Light Brigade Mystical Space Typhoon Solar Recharge Beckoning Light Removed from Play: "Haha. The light burns and weakens, my friend! It robs you of the ability to see the threats that lurk within the darkness. Why would I not think lowly of such a disadvantage? But this is, haha, not something o be discussing. Both have their merits; a compromise may be required."(1d32)[14]"And a compromise we shall have! By removing my Fabled Lorrie and Brown, Huntsman of Dark World from play, I may special summon Chaos Sorcerer. He understands the dichotomy between the opposing elements, but disregards them in the pursuit of power! Now watch, as he removes your Judgment Dragon from play; due to the limits of his strength, my Sorcerer may not strike down Wolf on this turn. But next turn is another matter; I'll set a face-down and allow you to go, good sir."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|C|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]Chaos Sorcerer -2300/2000Life Points2300Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 1 Spoiler Hide -Badge, Vanguard of Dark World Face down Spoiler Hide (S/T3) - Royal Decree Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Monster Reborn -Badge, Vanguard of Dark World -Royal Decree -Gateway to Dark World Removed From Play Spoiler Hide -Fabled Lorrie -Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Knight Watch ~ 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Raven 2. Fabled Raven 3. Fabled Raven 4. Sagan 5. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 6. Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 7. Snipe Hunter 8. Chaos Sorcerer 9. Fabled Lorrie 10. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 11. Byron, Mad King of Dark World 12. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 13. Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 14. Plague spreader Zombie 15. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 16. Silva, Warlord of Dark World 17. Card Destruction 18. Mystical Space Typhoon 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Giant Trade 21. Dark World Dealings 22. Dark World Dealings 23. Dark Hole 24. Into the Void 25. Dark World Lightning 26. Dark World Lightning 27. Book of Moon 28. Book of Moon 29. Book of Moon 30. Royal Decree 31. Mirror Force Spoiler Hide 1. Fabled Leviathan 2. Fabled Leviathan 3. Fabled Reign 4. Fabled Valkyrie 5. Fabled Valkyrie 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Chaos King Archfiend 9. Stygian Sergeants 10. Stardust Dragon 11. Red Dragon Archfiend 12. Goya Guardian 13. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Power, is that all you can think of? The light of love is the truth, and before it all darkness is dispelled. Love is an end in itself; power enters not into the picture.(d21)[3]The corrupt cannot stand before the pure and good; love conquers all! First I activate Mystical Space Typhoon to destroy your face down card. Then Wolf attacks Chaos Sorcerer! With the light of the guardian of truth, Honest, guiding his strike, he can overcome the greatest of odds. Now, Nero Garden, attack directly and finish the duel! Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|W|-|NG|--|-|-|-|-[/table]NG:Nero Garden (600/1300)Life Points:6300Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Dark Hole Arch lord Kristy Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Judgment Dragon 2. Arch lord Kristy 3. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 4. Shire, Light sworn Spirit 5. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 6. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 7. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 8. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 9. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 10. Efren, Light sworn Monk 11. Solar Recharge 12. Solar Recharge 13. Gold Sarcophagus 14. Giant Trade 15. Monster Reincarnation 16. Monster Reborn 17. Solemn Judgment 18. Royal Decree 19. Royal Decree 20. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Jain, Light sworn Paladin Wolf, Light sworn Beast Rico, Light sworn Hunter Aureus, Light sworn Druid Shire, Light sworn Spirit Celestial, Light sworn Angel Honest x2 Foolish Burial Gold Sarcophagus Charge of the Light Brigade Mystical Space Typhoon x2 Solar Recharge Beckoning Light Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Judgment Dragon "Yet it does appear that light had some strength over the dark, or at least over me! Haha; I congratulate you upon your victory, sir."((Ouch. If I'd have drawn something that would have allowed me to discard (Dark World Dealings was what I was hoping for), I was planning to try and get Brown out of my hand, so I could keep drawing. Oh, well, good game~!)) A woman enters the arena; her movements uneven and uncertain. She stops and activates a duel disc." I was told to await someone here...?" (1d20)[1](1d40)[36](1d39)[11](1d38)[3](1d37)[29](1d36)[9]{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points8000Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 5 Spoiler Hide - Face down Spoiler Hide - Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Meteor! Spoiler Hide 1. Alien Ammonite 2. Alien Ammonite 3. Alien Ammonite 4. Alien Dog 5. Alien Dog 6. Alien Dog 7. Alien Warrior 8. Alien Warrior 9. Alien Warrior 10. Alien Grey 11. Alien Grey 12. Alien Kid 13. Alien Kid 14. Alien Kid 15. Alien Mother 16. Alien Overlord 17. Alien Overlord 18. Alien Telepath 19. Alien Telepath 20. Alien Psychic 21. Dark Hole 22. Solidarity 23. Solidarity 24. Burden of the Mighty 25. Burden of the Mighty 26. One for One 27. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 28. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 29. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 30. "A" Cell Incubator 31. Monster Reborn 32. Mystical Space Typhoon 33. Mystical Space Typhoon 34. Swords of Revealing Light 35. Brainwashing Beam 36. Brainwashing Beam 37. Mass Hypnosis 38. Royal Decree 39. Royal Decree 40. Royal Decree Spoiler Hide 1. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 2. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 3. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 4. Ally of Justice Castor 5. Ally of Justice Castor 6. Stygian Sergeants 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Mist Warm 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Armory Arm 11. Armory Arm 12. Ancient Sacred Wyvern 13. Light End Dragon 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Goya Guardian A man of middle age strides into the arena, wearing a robe decorated with various alchemical symbols. Alchemy. An ancient and noble art, but one that has lost almost all its credibility with the advent of modern science. Only a few remain who devote themselves to the secrets of the elements. I count myself among that select few. My name is Nicolas, and I shall demonstrate to you the power of the alchemical arts.(d20)[15](5d40)[6][16][31][31][4](88)(3d40)[24][23][35](82)Dimensional Alchemy Spoiler Hide 1. Guardian Eats 2. Guardian Eats 3. Camus the Shadow Monarch 4. Camus the Shadow Monarch 5. Golden Homunculus 6. Golden Homunculus 7. Dimensional Alchemist 8. Dimensional Alchemist 9. Dimensional Alchemist 10. Banished of the Radiance 11. Banished of the Radiance 12. Banished of the Radiance 13. Trap Eater 14. Trap Eater 15. D.D. Survivor 16. D.D. Survivor 17. D.D. Survivor 18. Helios – The Primordial Sun 19. Helios – The Primordial Sun 20. Helios Duo Meniscus 21. Helios Duo Meniscus 22. Helios Trice Meniscus 23. Herald of Orange Light 24. Herald of Orange Light 25. Chaos-End Master 26. Cyber Valley 27. Cyber Valley 28. Cyber Valley 29. Dark Hole 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Mystical Space Typhoon 32. Giant Trade 33. Mind Control 34. Soul Absorption 35. Light of Redemption 36. Macro Cosmos 37. Macro Cosmos 38. Macro Cosmos 39. Miraculous Descent 40. Mirror Force 41. Torrential Tribute 42. Solemn Judgment Extra Deck: 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Ancient Sacred Wyvern 2x Stardust Dragon 1x Scrap Dragon 2x Avenging Knight Pars hath 1x Light End Dragon 1x Dark End Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Thought Ruler Archfiend ((I made a few more changes to the deck; mostly in that I found a way to sort of make the Helios series work.)) ((Sorry, need to reroll. Used the wrong deck size.))(5d42)[8][19][14][14][17](72)(3d42)[6][10][32](48)Draw:(d37)[23]I summon Cyber Valley and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|CV|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]CV:Cyber Valley Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Dimensional Alchemist Helios – The Primordial Sun Trap Eater D.D. Survivor Golden Homunculus Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Guardian Eats 2. Guardian Eats 3. Camus the Shadow Monarch 4. Camus the Shadow Monarch 5. Golden Homunculus 6. Dimensional Alchemist 7. Dimensional Alchemist 8. Banished of the Radiance 9. Banished of the Radiance 10. Banished of the Radiance 11. Trap Eater 12. D.D. Survivor 13. D.D. Survivor 14. Helios – The Primordial Sun 15. Helios Duo Meniscus 16. Helios Duo Meniscus 17. Helios Trice Meniscus 18. Herald of Orange Light 19. Herald of Orange Light 20. Chaos-End Master 21. Cyber Valley 22. Cyber Valley 23. Dark Hole 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Giant Trade 27. Mind Control 28. Soul Absorption 29. Light of Redemption 30. Macro Cosmos 31. Macro Cosmos 32. Macro Cosmos 33. Miraculous Descent 34. Mirror Force 35. Torrential Tribute 36. Solemn Judgment Extra Deck: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Empty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "How interesting."(1d35)[6]"I dislike stupidity, yet must bow before it here. I call forth my interstellar comrade, the Alien Warrior, and set a face-down. Now, my Warrior shall crush your little Valley with a single hand; I presume you use its effect. If so, take your turn; I have nothing else to do."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|W|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]Alien Warrior -1800/1000Life Points8000Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 4 Spoiler Hide -Alien Grey -Alien Ammonite -Monster Reborn -Alien Warrior Face down Spoiler Hide (S/T3) - Brainwashing Beam Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Meteor! Spoiler Hide 1. Alien Ammonite 2. Alien Ammonite 3. Alien Dog 4. Alien Dog 5. Alien Dog 6. Alien Warrior 7. Alien Grey 8. Alien Kid 9. Alien Kid 10. Alien Kid 11. Alien Mother 12. Alien Overlord 13. Alien Overlord 14. Alien Telepath 15. Alien Telepath 16. Alien Psychic 17. Dark Hole 18. Solidarity 19. Solidarity 20. Burden of the Mighty 21. Burden of the Mighty 22. One for One 23. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 24. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 25. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 26. "A" Cell Incubator 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Swords of Revealing Light 30. Brainwashing Beam 31. Mass Hypnosis 32. Royal Decree 33. Royal Decree 34. Royal Decree Spoiler Hide 1. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 2. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 3. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 4. Ally of Justice Castor 5. Ally of Justice Castor 6. Stygian Sergeants 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Mist Warm 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Armory Arm 11. Armory Arm 12. Ancient Sacred Wyvern 13. Light End Dragon 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Goya Guardian Indeed. You seem quite knowledgeable. By sending Cyber Valley to the other dimensions, I can draw a card and end your Battle Phase.(d36)[33]Now it is my move.(d35)[21]I summon Dimensional Alchemist. With his ability, I remove from play the top card of my deck to give him a 500 ATK boost. Now I attack your Alien Warrior with Dimensional Alchemist. Both are destroyed, and I now add Cyber Valley back to my hand with Dimensional Alchemist's effect. I Set a card and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|FD|-|-[/table]Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 6 Spoiler Hide Helios – The Primordial Sun Trap Eater D.D. Survivor Golden Homunculus Cyber Valley Face Down: Spoiler Hide Miraculous Descent Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Guardian Eats 2. Guardian Eats 3. Camus the Shadow Monarch 4. Camus the Shadow Monarch 5. Golden Homunculus 6. Dimensional Alchemist 7. Banished of the Radiance 8. Banished of the Radiance 9. Banished of the Radiance 10. Trap Eater 11. D.D. Survivor 12. D.D. Survivor 13. Helios – The Primordial Sun 14. Helios Duo Meniscus 15. Helios Duo Meniscus 16. Helios Trice Meniscus 17. Herald of Orange Light 18. Herald of Orange Light 19. Chaos-End Master 20. Cyber Valley 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Giant Trade 25. Mind Control 26. Soul Absorption 27. Light of Redemption 28. Macro Cosmos 29. Macro Cosmos 30. Macro Cosmos 31. Mirror Force 32. Torrential Tribute 33. Solemn Judgment Extra Deck: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Alchemist Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Alchemist:(d34)[7](another Dimensional Alchemist) (1d34)[5]"I shall normally summon my Alien Ammonite to the field; using his effect, I special summon an Alien Warrior. Yet to his effect, I chain my Alien Dog; as I normally summoned Alien Ammonite, I can special summon the Alien Dog and the Alien Warrior then rises up. Now, I tune my Alien Warrior to my Alien Ammonite to Synchro Summon my Cosmic Fortress Go'gar. Now my two monsters shall attack at your life-points directly; my Alien Dog, followed by Cosmic Fortress Go'gar. Take your turn."(-4100LP){table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|C|D|--|-|F|-|-[/table]Cosmic Fortress Go'gar -2600/1800AlienDog -1500/1000Life Points8000Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 3 Spoiler Hide -Alien Grey -Monster Reborn -Alien Warrior Face down Spoiler Hide (S/T3) - Brainwashing Beam Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Alien Ammonite -Alien Warrior Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Meteor! ~ 33 Spoiler Hide 1. Alien Ammonite 2. Alien Ammonite 3. Alien Dog 4. Alien Dog 5. Alien Warrior 6. Alien Grey 7. Alien Kid 8. Alien Kid 9. Alien Kid 10. Alien Mother 11. Alien Overlord 12. Alien Overlord 13. Alien Telepath 14. Alien Telepath 15. Alien Psychic 16. Dark Hole 17. Solidarity 18. Solidarity 19. Burden of the Mighty 20. Burden of the Mighty 21. One for One 22. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 23. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 24. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 25. "A" Cell Incubator 26. Mystical Space Typhoon 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Swords of Revealing Light 29. Brainwashing Beam 30. Mass Hypnosis 31. Royal Decree 32. Royal Decree 33. Royal Decree Spoiler Hide 1. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 2. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 3. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 4. Ally of Justice Castor 5. Ally of Justice Castor 6. Stygian Sergeants 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Mist Warm 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Armory Arm 11. Armory Arm 12. Ancient Sacred Wyvern 13. Light End Dragon 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Goya Guardian Your skill is great indeed.(d33)[5]I activate my face down Miraculous Descent to call Dimensional Alchemist back from the other dimension, and I activate Dimensional Alchemist's effect again to remove another card from the top of my deck from play. Dimensional Alchemist attacks and destroys your Alien Dog. I then summon Cyber Valley, and remove it along with my Dimensional Alchemist from play to draw two more cards. Alas, there is nothing further I can do. I end my turn, discarding two cards to the Graveyard.((I didn't realize that Trap Eater can't work on my own Trap Cards.)) Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|MD|-|-[/table]Life Points:3900Spoiler Hide Hand: 6 Spoiler Hide Helios – The Primordial Sun Trap Eater D.D. Survivor Golden Homunculus Cyber Valley Chaos-End Master Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Guardian Eats 2. Camus the Shadow Monarch 3. Camus the Shadow Monarch 4. Dimensional Alchemist 5. Banished of the Radiance 6. Banished of the Radiance 7. Banished of the Radiance 8. Trap Eater 9. D.D. Survivor 10. D.D. Survivor 11. Helios – The Primordial Sun 12. Helios Duo Meniscus 13. Helios Duo Meniscus 14. Helios Trice Meniscus 15. Herald of Orange Light 16. Herald of Orange Light 17. Cyber Valley 18. Dark Hole 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Giant Trade 21. Mind Control 22. Soul Absorption 23. Light of Redemption 24. Macro Cosmos 25. Macro Cosmos 26. Macro Cosmos 27. Mirror Force 28. Torrential Tribute 29. Solemn Judgment Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Ancient Sacred Wyvern 2x Stardust Dragon 1x Scrap Dragon 2x Avenging Knight Pars hath 1x Light End Dragon 1x Dark End Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Thought Ruler Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Alchemist Guardian Eats Golden Homunculus Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Mystical Space Typhoon Dimensional Alchemist Cyber Valley Dimensional Alchemist:(d32)[21](Mystical Space Typhoon) Cyber Valley:(2d31)[18][1](19) ((I made that mistake as well, at first. I think the best misread of "my own" versus "your opponents" was with Gryphon's Feather Duster, hahaha.))" Are you truly so unwise as to leave yourself open to my attacks...?"(1d32)[15]"I shall summon my Alien Warrior, and then have my two monsters attack you directly for the game. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar first, then my Alien Warrior."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|C|W|--|-|F|-|-[/table]Cosmic Fortress Go'gar -2600/1800AlienWarrior -1800/1000Life Points8000Spoiler Hide Hand ~ 3 Spoiler Hide -Alien Grey -Monster Reborn -Alien Warrior -Alien Psychic Face down Spoiler Hide (S/T3) - Brainwashing Beam Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Alien Ammonite -Alien Warrior Removed From Play Spoiler Hide - Meteor! ~ 33 Spoiler Hide 1. Alien Ammonite 2. Alien Ammonite 3. Alien Dog 4. Alien Dog 5. Alien Warrior 6. Alien Grey 7. Alien Kid 8. Alien Kid 9. Alien Kid 10. Alien Mother 11. Alien Overlord 12. Alien Overlord 13. Alien Telepath 14. Alien Telepath 15. Dark Hole 16. Solidarity 17. Solidarity 18. Burden of the Mighty 19. Burden of the Mighty 20. One for One 21. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 22. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 23. Code "A" Ancient Ruins 24. "A" Cell Incubator 25. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Mystical Space Typhoon 27. Swords of Revealing Light 28. Brainwashing Beam 29. Mass Hypnosis 30. Royal Decree 31. Royal Decree 32. Royal Decree Spoiler Hide 1. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 2. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 3. Cosmic Fortress Go'gar 4. Ally of Justice Castor 5. Ally of Justice Castor 6. Stygian Sergeants 7. Black Rose Dragon 8. Mist Warm 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Armory Arm 11. Armory Arm 12. Ancient Sacred Wyvern 13. Light End Dragon 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Goya Guardian Very well, you have won. I must hone my skills. The man strides from the arena, not looking up.((Well, that didn't go over too well. Ah, well. It's badger time!))

Yu-Gi-OhITP PbP Exhibition - Allan A. Aokage versus Blue Ghost|rating:3.0

1864_ Georgia's Burning

IOC: If interested in joining, pleas see theory thread at: always use more Slave and Soldier characters. July 8, 1864. Friday. Emily Penrose stood on the verandah of her mansion. Penrose Plantation. A paradise of magnolia and peach blossoms. Cotton, corn, and wheat grew in abundance in its fertile fields, tended by the swarm of black African slaves. Slaves that were already out in the fields, tending to the knee-high corn and the first-bloom cotton. The rising sun was a brilliant red, calling to her mind the four years of sacrifice that the brave Sons of the South were making on fields of battle all across the young Confederacy. The Fourth, normally a day of celebration, had been a somber day of prayer and reflection. A year before Robert E. Lee had been beaten in Pennsylvania and General Sam Grant had taken Vicksburg, severing the South in half and giving the Union control of the Mississippi. Now, as Emily looked out over her plantation, there was an army moving toward them with deliberate and destructive force. General William T. Sherman had determined to take Atlanta before the Northerners conducted their Presidential Elections in four months, and it appeared as though he would succeed. Penrose Plantation, however, stood between Sherman and Atlanta. Still, she was determined not to flee. No, she had slaves and crops to look over. Peaches and apples to mind. Far too much to oversee to flee. Besides, Marcus was relying on her to keep the Plantation safe. He was in Virginia, fighting with Bobby Lee to keep Grant from taking Richmond. She was his eyes, his ears, his hands, here in Georgia. The war wouldn't last forever, after all, and he would want to return to a safe, successful plantation when it all ended. She sighed once more. The day promised to be hot, and already the distant, pervasive sound of endless skirmishes could be heard off in the distance, where Northern and Southern soldiers traded lead in a deadly foreplay leading to an inevitable and bloody battle for Atlanta. What had this world come to, She wondered to herself? The dust rose behind the pony cart as Patience tooled along the narrow track between Hartwell and Penrose. She winced as she heard the deep booming that indicated the war that was taking place practically in their backyards. As she had thought thousands of times since this whole debacle had started, she once again wished that men were different. Why they felt that violence was always the answer to any issue she would never understand. The thought of needless violence brought back the memory of Christopher, but she immediately pushed those memories away. It was odd that she could still remember the hurt and pain of his death but had a terrible time recalling his face." I fear that the southern troops are not holding their own," she said to Lazarus, the ten-year-old boy that held on to the sides of the pony trap as if he was going to be spilled into the dusty lane at any minutes. Patience glanced at the small boy who accompanied her several times a week to Penrose, but always had the look of distrust on his face when she held the reins. She grinned at him, knowing that his distrust was more a disliking of horses than a distrust of her handling abilities. She had never tipped the cart over, and she had been driving it since she was younger than Lazarus. What would happen to the plantations here near Atlanta was a huge concern to both Patience and her best friend Emily. Both of them were women alone trying to make their plantations remain in operation during the war. The Confederacy had already taken its toll in huge taxes to pay for the war, while the Union was well known for looting any and all useful commodities as it pushed the southern army further south. Patience had been able to keep her people fed, but it was getting harder as the war lingered on. Thank goodness she had had the foresight to double the vegetable garden when the war started. She knew many of the food stuffs that were consumed on the plantation were grown not on the local plantations but in the fertile fields of places like New York and Pennsylvania. Plantation owners usually had small gardens and kept as much of their fields as possible dedicated to their commercial crop. In the case of Hartwell, the cash crop was cotton. By doubling the size of the garden, Patience had been able to continue feeding her people after the battle at Fort Sumter had closed off the shipping between the northern and southern states. In the back of the pony cart was 50 bushels of sugar beets, which she would trade Emily for winter wheat. The two plantations had been supporting each other for the past four years, but both women knew that they had been lucky so far. If the Union pushed much further, it would break through the lines at Atlanta and within days come upon the two plantations. Neither woman was sure what would happen then, but the possibilities were frightening. Pulling up in front of the wrap around verandah at Penrose Plantation, Patience gave the reins to Lazarus. "Take the cart around the back and have Simon switch these bushel baskets for the flour sacks. Then you can go play with Simon's children until it is time to go." For the first time since they had left the plantation, she saw Lazarus smile. Although he was a few years older than Simon's children, he loved playing with them. Watching the boy drive off, she nodded to herself. He would make a good driver in time. Lifting her skirt to the plum colored riding habit she was wearing, she climbed up the several steps to the verandah. Standing next to Emily, the two silently looked out over the fields towards the town, where the clouds of dust and smoke rose. Patience sighed softly. Sometimes the responsibility of the 895 people at Hartwell was overwhelming. Turning her back to the railing, she leaned back against it and looked over at her friend. "This isn't good, Emily. We need to make some plans. I would love to believe that the army will prevail, but we both know that the Yankees have more men and more power. It is only a matter of time before they break through the lines, and then the Yankees will be here. We need to decide whether to leave or stay, and how we will go about taking care of the people that depend on us." July, 7, 1864Major Hicks had been summoned to his commanding officer's tent, AMD was not real happy about it as he had a lot of things to deal with right now, and did not need any more. The support battalion had followed General William Tecumseh Sherman's main force all the way from Chattanooga and in every battle since had contributed behind the lines with whatever was needed. When he arrived in Colonel's Ferguson's tent he saluted and asked curtly, "what is it you need sir?" Looking up the Colonel who was also tired and a bit edgy, said to Hicks, "I need you to set up some supply and repair depots in the next few weeks, apparently General Sherman expects that maybe he might be in for a protracted siege when we get to Atlanta."" I understand so what do you have in mind, and do you think it will be a long campaign?" asked Hicks curious now despite his irritation." Sherman thinks it might, and that's all that matters right now, I need an ordnance depot, and some field repair stations set up in proximity to the main roads heading towards the city."" I see, well I am short some officer's, as you no doubt recall, I lost three of my best ones at Kennesaw, and two others are wounded, and not much good to me right now."" Well then improvise Hicks, I can't pull qualified officer's out of my ass, what do you want me to do?"" I think that I can cover the ordnance depot myself," he replied thoughtfully, and I have Captain Henderson who can maybe look after the repair depots, but I would prefer to have someone in charge at each station."" What about Hun singer?"" What about him, he's a First Se argent, not an officer."" Well promote him to Se argent Major under Henderson's command and let him manage a depot, you said he was capable. I don't have a lot of time to debate the issue so do that and get on with it."" Yes sir," Hicks saluted and withdrew from the tent, and went to the ordnance tent first and asked for Se argent Major insignia, then asked for Hun singer to be sent for. When he arrived he entered Hick's tent and saluted, then stood at ease awaiting his orders. Hicks smiled and said to him "congratulations Hun singer you are now Se argent Major Hun singer and you will be in charge of a repair depot." Without reacting the new senior NCO merely said, "thank you sir." Hicks never knew how to take this soldier, he was always dead serious, rarely smiling that he had ever seen, but he never argued or debated any order he merely carried them out. His men were the best behaved of any troops in the division, so he must be fairly stringent with them, but they seemed to respect him." Don't you have any questions Hun singer?" Remaining silent for a moment as if considering his answer he finally said, "what do you want to set up where I am, and where do you want it set up sir." Hicks looked at him and said "I want a field forge, saw pit, and whatever else you need for wagon and artillery repairs. You will need to make wagon wheels, and sides and bottoms."" Very good sir, I will need at least five men then."" I will see how many I can get, for now go and organize the material you need, and I will arrange for someone to scout out the location."" Yes Sir," he saluted and turned to go. Hicks stopped him and said, "you forgot your stripes Jacob." Jacob turned and accepted them nodding his head in thanks, and turned once more to go, but Hicks was curious about something. "Jacob is it true you do not go to the brothels at all?" Jacob did not feel very comfortable having an officer address him with the familiar rather that the formal manner. He further did not really like discussing his private life, but he was a true soldier and so responded, "yes sir it is true, I don't consort with harlots, out of respect for my late wife."" Admirable, if not particularly common, still what did you do before you joined up?" Sighing quietly Jacob continued, "I worked in the railway shops in Altoona, I was a machinist, my father got me the apprenticeship, he is a pattern maker in the foundry there."" A machinist, no wonder your so good at mechanical things, well anyway I have no doubt you will carry out your duty as always, carry on Se argent Major I will let you know in a few days when you are to be located. Dismissed" Big Bump. Edgar William Penrose, native of Liverpool England, and distant cousin of Marcus Penrose.6 feet tall, black hair, pale blue eyes, and clean-shaven.ICT had been a long journey, From Liverpool to Bermuda, and then running the blockade into Wilmington. All that before I could even begin my journey to Richmond. There I was, an Englishman, working for the Confederacy, delivering verbal messages to Stephen Mallory, Secretary of the Southern Navy, about the loss of the beloved raider, The Alabama. I had to inform him that Commander Bullock was in the process of purchasing another vessel to replace her, as well as surreptitiously purchasing one of the French corvettes, an ironclad, to be sent out as The Stonewall. All this of course was in my head, for if I were to get captured, carrying any official documents, they will hang me as a spy of course. From Richmond, I went to Roswell, close to Atlanta, to see the Bullock family, and let them know that Irvine, who had been on the Alabama was all right. Only now, after all this rushing around could I relax, if one could relax in a war zone. Approaching the plantation, I was tired, and dusty too, badly in need of a bath, and some rest. But the main thing is, at last I am here, and will get to see my cousin, Marcus Penrose, for the very first time. Riding in to the plantation, towards the house, I look around, for someone to take care of my horse. A young black man, a slave I guess, takes my horse away, and points me to the door. I knock, and wait. BUMP c'mon folks this is too good a thread idea to let it fall into the abyss ShakinaThe dirt rose from the road as I shuffled along it, making my way to the house from the slave quarter. The sun was already burning overhead, making me sweat in my proper dress and I regretted having to wear it. Sometimes I longed to be free to wear light dresses like those of the field women, but I was grateful for Miss Emily's kindnesses to me. The house was slightly cooler as I entered it, and slipped off my heavy walking shoes to change into my house slippers. I nodded to Mary, the house cook, as I passed through the kitchen." How are you, Mary?"" Old and tired," she responded crankily. I smiled slightly because Mary was always cranky, even though her job was the easiest here at Penrose Plantation." And Miss Emily?" I asked." She upstairs I imagine. That's where she is usually this time o' mornin'." I nodded and started for the staircase which led up to Miss Emily's room. She was more than likely on her balcony, staring out over the slave fields as she did so often. I knocked on the door of her room and receiving no response, I entered and saw her standing outside, obviously deep in thought." Miss Emily?" I knew she would probably want to talk about her husband today. She missed him. I heard tales, whispered on the night air, sung through the slave quarters, and passed plantation to plantation. The Union was coming, and soon all of us slaves would be freedmen. I feared that Miss Emily's husband was dead, but I would never tell her that." Miss Emily, how are you this morning?" "Now Patience, you know well that I can't leave. General Marcus, he entrusted his plantation in my care, and I cannot allow my husband's trust to go unfounded. If It comes to it, well, I'll take up a musket to defend it and my people." Her eyes glimmered with firm purpose. Over the short time they had spent together over their ten years of marriage, Emily and Marcus had developed a strong bond, based on mutual respect as strongly as love. That bond, she could not ever allow to be misplaced. She looked back to Patience to say something else, when her girl Rose came out to the verandah." Miss Emily, how are you this morning?" Rose she considered like a sister. There were rumors, in fact, that they were in fact sisters, but Emily never gave credence to that. Rose had been given to her by her father as a present one year, and Emily always looked fondly upon her first slave. She glanced at Patience, concerned that the woman might find Rose's interruption of their conversation intolerable. She sighed softly, wishing there were more she could do for the girl. Furthermore, she was already allowing her to hire out some of her time, keeping that wage, toward purchasing her own freedom. A small, nagging part of Emily said she should gift her with her freedom, but she was aware of the girl's intent to join one of the many Freedman's Back to Africa societies, that even in the midst of the war and blockade managed to send small numbers of freed slaves to Liberia and other colonies in West Africa. While Emily wanted Rose, or Shaking as she called herself, to be happy ... she couldn't bear the thought of life without her. Blue Dolphin said: IOC Edgar William Penrose, native of Liverpool England, and distant cousin of Marcus Penrose. 6 feet tall, black hair, pale blue eyes, and clean-shaven. IC It had been a long journey, From Liverpool to Bermuda, and then running the blockade into Wilmington. All that before I could even begin my journey to Richmond. There I was, an Englishman, working for the Confederacy, delivering verbal messages to Stephen Mallory, Secretary of the Southern Navy, about the loss of the beloved raider, The Alabama. I had to inform him that Commander Bullock was in the process of purchasing another vessel to replace her, as well as surreptitiously purchasing one of the French corvettes, an ironclad, to be sent out as The Stonewall. All this of course was in my head, for if I were to get captured, carrying any official documents, they will hang me as a spy of course. From Richmond, I went to Roswell, close to Atlanta, to see the Bullock family, and let them know that Irvine, who had been on the Alabama was all right. Only now, after all this rushing around could I relax, if one could relax in a war zone. Approaching the plantation, I was tired, and dusty too, badly in need of a bath, and some rest. But the main thing is, at last I am here, and will get to see my cousin, Marcus Penrose, for the very first time. Riding in to the plantation, towards the house, I look around, for someone to take care of my horse. A young black man, a slave I guess, takes my horse away, and points me to the door. I knock, and wait. Click to expand... Thomas sighed deeply, shuffling to the door, and opening it slowly with his arthritic hand. He had been a slave of the Penrose's for his entire life, most of his 60 years spent in livery opening doors and acting as their butler. He took a deep breath, and drew his sore frame up into as dignified a posture as he could manage, and opened the door." Sir," he said in flawless English with just a trace of a British accent, affected at the urging of the Penrose's." Who may I say is calling?" He waited, knowing that Miss Emily was with her friend and that pesky young slave Rose on the front verandah. He wondered, idly, that this gentleman did not see them. Furthermore, he further wondered if one of the field slaves hadn't misdirected him to this back entrance. Or perhaps, the man was gentleman enough not to presume to approach two ladies unannounced, even if they were on the front verandah.... The door was finally opened by an elderly black man, dressed impeccably I might add." Sir, whom may I say is calling?" I smiled before responding, trying to reassure him that I was all right, and not a Yankee." Edgar Penrose at your service my man, distant cousin of Marcus Penrose, Master of the house I do believe. We have corresponded by mail, and my cousin said that if I was ever in the area.... Well my good man, here I am. Would you announce me please?" Thomas nodded, with a thin smile." Of course, sir. If you please? Can I get you a drink?" He stepped back, with effort remaining straight and proper despite his arthritic back. He waived for him to take a seat as he went to Miss Emily to announce her guest. A second slave awaited Edgar to get him whatever drink he might request, as the elderly Thomas went to announce his arrival. As he sat to wait, Thomas hobbled off, again bring (though failing) to maintain a proper English dignity as he moved. Idly, he wondered that this man didn't know that Edward was off in Virginia fighting with Bobby Lee. He shrugged once he was out of the guest's sight, and walked out to the verandah." Ma'am," he said politely once he saw his chance." Edgar Penrose, a gentleman claiming to be Master Edward's cousin. He awaits you in the Foyer." Emily nodded to him, with a smile. Thomas then bowed to Patience." Miss Patience. Ever a pleasure." Emily suppressed a grin. The man's soft English accent and impeccable, if stiff, manners never failed to make her smile." Thomas, if you please, get our guest a drink, and inform him I shall attend him momentarily." Patience sighed softly, "I know, Emily, that neither of us can really leave, it is just that it seems so ridiculous for the armies to invade the plantations. Both of us have sent goods to the army, albeit, the Confederate Army, but from the stories that are being published in the newspapers those Yankees are not just taking goods but destroying fields and burning houses. Such fools!! When the war is over, who are they going to look to for their cotton and tobacco, rice and sugar? Do they think it just magically appears from the ground?"" I know, I know. Nothing will come of sitting around and talking about it." Patience grinned at her best friend, her dimple showing in her cheek. "But you have to admit ..." She paused as Rose came out to the verandah, casually inquiring as to her Mistress's health. Patience nodded at Rose, having known of her casual relationship with Emily ever since the two had arrived at the Plantation. While such familiarity between slave and mistress was common in private, it wasn't usually displayed when there were guests around. But all three of the women knew that Patience did not consider herself a guest any more than Emily did. Their friendship was so close that they were in and out of each other's houses all the time and considered each other family more than friends. Patience raised an eyebrow as Thomas came out onto the verandah, commenting softly, "My, Emily, you are a popular one today." Patience smiled at Thomas as the elderly man acknowledged her. The memories of her childhood spent running around Penrose Plantation with Edward were also coated in the memory of this man's constant supervision and complete dedication to the two of them. As Patience grinned at the older man, she saw his eyes sparkle in return. Knowing that Edgar was calling on his cousin and his cousin's wife for the first time, she walked to the railing and leaned back against it. For truly, there was no one as beautiful as Emily in all of Georgia. Patience knew that she was pretty, she was certainly told often enough by the gentleman of the area, but Emily was gorgeous. While Patience was sure that Edgar or any Penrose would behave with the utmost gentlemanly behavior, she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he first saw Emily Penrose. She was practically shivering with anticipation as she stepped further away from the French doors leading to the verandah. Whispering softly she uttered, "I wonder if he is aware that Edward is away? This should be interesting to observe." July, 8 1864Dear Father;I am writing to you to assure you I am fine. We just completed a major battle recently at Kennesaw Mountain in Georgia, and won the day though not after many casualties, and several hard days of fighting. I cannot discuss the next step, in the campaign as that would be removed by the censor anyway. I would also add that I have been promoted once more and now am a Se argent Major, in charge of a field wagon works, which means we will be repairing and maintaining artillery caissons, and freight wagons. Furthermore, I don't know where our next location will be, apparently the major I spoke of to you, has a place picked out some plantation on the main road, though I don't know why he selected this spot it sounds as if it is appropriate. I hate to burden you with my troubles father, but I have to say the loneliness is hard, surrounded by such sacrilegious companions, and my Anna gone these six years now, I confess that it is often hard to resist the charms that seem to pursue an army in the field, however vulgar, and common they may be. Still I am blessed that the chaplain here is a Lutheran and of good German stock so he aids me in my struggles to maintain my path of goodness. I fear however I will be separated from his wise council when I set up the field works, and will have to rely on my own inner strength to remain chaste. I must close now as I have to go to sleep, but will write when I get a chance. God Bless dear father, JacobHe closed and sealed the letter to be given to the military post in the morning, and sighing put out the lamp in his small tent, which was his alone owing to his recent promotion. When he lay there after in the darkness, he wished he did not feel the urge for female companionship so much, and tried to think of something to dispel such thoughts. He tried to think of the minister's wife at home, homely as a stump fence and very chaste indeed, but even she seemed to have some charms for him. Sighing he closed his eyes to sleep. I stopped abruptly as I noticed that Miss Emily was not along on the verandah. The woman from the neighboring plantation was also there; she had been out of my sight when I first entered the room. I bowed pleasantly, knowing that Emily would not like the interruption and then busied myself with making the large bed. The butler, Thomas, entered the room to announce a guest, and I gave him a nasty look. He was one of the few people on the plantation that I disliked; always thought he was right, that one. He thought of me as a pest, probably because I was lighter, and educated. And unluckily for him, Emily liked me more. I smiled lavishly as he left, giving me a glare when he passed. As I tidied up the room, I listened carefully to Miss Emily and Patience's conversation, wanting to know if there was any news. For this purpose alone, I was useful to the other slaves; I provided them with information, and so they did not bother me as much as they would have. Sometimes there are extreme disadvantages to being a so-called "half-breed". July, 8, 1864Jacob was up a full hour before he had to, before the bugler summoned the troops to awake. He had awaked as usual with a severe erection, and just as usual had relieved himself of it. The chaplain and he had decided that was preferable to consorting with loose women, and it allowed him a measure of satisfaction, and oddly enough he seemed quite energetic afterwords. He went to check on the assembled wagons assigned to his detail, that would carry the tools and equipment he needed for the field depot. He was met by Private Andrew Roberts, a young soldier but a skilled joiner, having apprenticed in Harrisburg from his twelfth birthday, but he was young and brash. Seeing Jacob he made an exaggerated salute to him." You do not salute a non commissioned officer Andrew, and when are you off fire picket?"" As soon as that damned bugler blows that's when." He was a very likable person the sort who always poked fun and had a quick answer for any remark, and yet always managed to make people smile or laugh rather than get angry at him. Good get some east, and then I will need you and the others to go over what we are to do when we set up the depot." Andrew groaned audibly saying, "we know that now Jacob, unless something happened overnight, say did you find a woman to stay in that tent of yours huh?""NO I certainly did not, and you might better call me sir rather than by my name."" Yes sir Jacob sir, sorry Jacob sir didn't mean to be friendly like, won't happen again Jacob sir." Jacob only sighed, he was only thirty himself, and yet beside Andrew he felt like he was an old man. Then Andrew said to him, "where are we going to set up this depot Jake, er sir." Some plantation near the main Atlanta road, apparently a local ex official named Burnett suggested it, seems he knew it well when he was the local registrar here."" Yea well if that's the case why is he on our side?"" I don't know seems he had his authority taken away from him by someone hereabouts."" If you want my opinion he is probably trying to settle a score then."" I suspect that you may be correct in that Andrew, but we will see." Then Andrew shifted his tack a bit and said, "Hey Jake sir, you noticed those half blacks around these parts?"" I have but what of them?"" Well I figure, you get near to one of them, and you just might find a reason to stop going to church. I met this one gal up in Chattanooga, named Athena or something, anyway she had skinned the color of coffee with a lot of cream in it, she was a real looker""That is blasphemy Andrew, I will remain chaste."" I bet if this damned war goes on another year you won't."" Perhaps," just then the bugler called Neville, and Andrew said his good mornings to Jacob. The elderly black man, whom I assumed to be the butler, returned with a drink for me. Which I accepted most gratefully, the day was hot, and I had travelled a fair distance to be here. I was informed that his Mistress would attend to me shortly, which left me with no option but to wait. I was after all, a guest in a foreign land one might say. I could see a very pretty lady out on the verandah, but protocol, and common decency prevented me from approaching her, until that is, we had been formally introduced. "Where? Why, they think a tame Kentuckians farm will produce all that they need, if they think a'tall. By their treatment of us, they have confirmed our succession, and I hope that our friends in England and France will realize this."" Rose, I am well. And how are you this fine day?" And then Thomas announced their guest." My, Emily, you are a popular one today." "I was thinking just the very same!" She grinned, and motioned her two friends (though only Patience could be acknowledged as such, she considered Rose in that category) forward." Patience my dear, perhaps you'd care to make the acquaintance of my British cousin? Rose, girl. Come too in case you are needed for anything." She gave Rose a secret smile and wink, to tell her she simply wanted her company, but was unable to openly acknowledge it. She'd understand of course. Emily entered the foyer, holding Patience's hand with Rose a pace or two behind them." Mrs. Emily Penrose," Thomas said with affected dignity, "Her guest Mrs. Patience Hartwell. This is Mr. Edgar William Penrose." Thomas shot a pointed glare at Rose, as though to highlight the fact that her existence didn't rate an introduction. I watched as two ladies entered, holding hands, followed by a young girl, whom I surmised to be a maid. The butler spoke to the ladies, introducing me. I shook hands with Both Mrs Penrose and Mrs Hartwell before speaking." Good day to you dear ladies, and please, forgive my rather unkempt appearance, but it has been a long and arduous journey to get here. I had to keep dodging the Yankees on my way from Richmond to Roswell, and again coming here. These are troubled times for your young country, but hopefully General Lee will yet save the day." I paused for a moment, smiling, and watching both ladies, who still seemed a little unsure of me, which, given the circumstances was quite understandable.{i]"Mrs Penrose, your husband, my cousin Marcus and I have been exchanging letters for about 5 years now. And he did say that if I was ever in the area, to call in. And well, here I am, all the way from Liverpool in England. Although there are times when Liverpool almost seems Confederate also, with so many Southern Naval officers there. Indeed, it has been said that more Confederate flags fly in Liverpool, than in Richmond."[/i]Deciding that I had probably already said too much, I held my silence, and waited for a response from Mrs Penrose. I hadn't thought anything about the visit of Edgar Penrose, other than the curiosity that comes from meeting strangers. I knew of Edgar of course. Edward's mother had delighted in telling the entire family tree of the Penrose line, especially the English branch, to anyone that would listen. Although Edward and I did our best, there were too many times that she managed to keep us in a chair while she went on and on about this Duke and that Marquis. I could probably quote the family line as well as Edward could. What startled me was the grip Emily had on my hand as she pulled me into the house. I had expected her to have him brought to the terrace where we were talking, but she obviously wanted to keep this visit to a minimum as she actually tugged me into the foyer. Usually Emily met with guests on the terrace or in the formal parlor. To meet someone, especially a relative of Edward's in the foyer was very odd. The tight grip on my hand was even odder. It suddenly dawned on me that Emily was frightened, and that frightened me. She obviously thought that Edgar had brought word of Edward. Now I was gripping her hand tightly. Surely he was all right? They say if someone you love dies you can actually feel it inside. Neither of us had felt it, we would have said something to each other. It was even scarier that the tall man standing in front of us, introducing himself, didn't seem to acknowledge Emily's beauty but was actually standing their silently waiting for Emily's response. He did not give a card or offer a letter of recommendation, only his own words. In all the years I had known Emily, I had never known a man to not be in awe of her beauty when he first beheld her. Perhaps it was the family ties, but the entire situation was turning frightening. I could feel Emily's hand trembling in mine. I waited for her to say something, as this was her house, but she remained silent, just staring at the man who claimed to be Edgar Penrose. Now why would I use the word "claim"? I looked him over carefully, trying to see some family characteristics that he might share with Edward or even Edward's father. Outside the dark hair and light eyes, I could see nothing at all that even slightly resembled the Penrose line. And I could think of a handful of people I knew, including my own relatives, with that combination of eyes and hair. I couldn't stand the silence any longer. I blurted out, "Do you come with word of Edward?" I heard Emily's swift intake of breath, but I had to know the answer now. She blinked, jolted by the surprise of Patience belying her name. She had been caught off guard seeing Edgar, and the passing resemblance he held to her dear husband, as well as surprise that he had come here seeking him." Edgar ... Forgive my friend. I ... I have been seeking after word of my husband. He has been in Virginia, serving under Bobbie Lee. I ... I wonder that he did not seek you out, or send to you word while you were in Virginia. Or ... or did he? Cousin, you are certainly welcome, but Edward is indeed not here, so I fear your trip has been for little gain ...." Her mind was reeling, and she reached back for Rose, not thinking of decorum at the moment. It was not difficult to see the consternation on Mrs Penrose, Emily's face, I tried to explain." Sadly, due to the nature of my visit, and my connections to Commander Bullock in Liverpool, whom the Yankees would hang if they ever got hold of him. It was not advisable for me to tarry long in Richmond. But I must say, people there spoke very well of the illustrious General, some referring to him as Marie Robert incidentally. As for my visit being in vain dear Mrs Penrose, that is not so. Any visit is worthwhile, if only for the new people one can meet, and get to know. I have wanted to come here for a long time now. To meet Marcus yes, but also to meet you, and to see your plantation. I am very well-connected in Liverpool, with both the cotton trade, and blockade running. And consequently, I feel that I have a lot to offer Marcus, as kinfolk I mean, not an employee.". Emily and I gave a sigh of relief, and sank down to sit side by side on the davenport, as our knees gave way. As eminent as the danger was to us here on the plantations, Edward's life was in danger every minute of the day and neither of us forgot that ever. As Rose went for the tea and sherry, Edgar Penrose sat down in a chair across from us. With interest, we both listened to his tales of some of the adventures he had encountered as a blockade runner. In return, Emily and I shared bits of Edward's life on the plantation. It was a pleasing time, with much hilarity at some of the antics of both men. But I was aware that I was needed at home, so after the requisite half hour visit, I turned to Emily." This has been a most pleasant visit, my dear Emily, but I must get back home. I have some work to do that can't be put off as much as I might wish." Turning towards Edgar Penrose, I stood and smiled, extending my hand, "Mr. Penrose, it was a delight to meet you. I am so glad you were able to visit here at Penrose Plantation, but please excuse me, I must be leaving. Perhaps our paths will cross again before you leave. Will you be staying in the area long?" I stood there listening to their conversation for a good time. I was nervous as well. Nervous that Miss Emily's husband was dead and she would have a breakdown. The plantation certainly didn't need that. Fortunatley, this Edgar man didn't bring news of the master and no news is good news. I continued to eye him carefully as I went to get some tea from the kitchen. Miss Emily obviously didn't feel it, but I felt it. The rest of the slaves on the plantation felt it. There was an odd thundering on the horizon. There was talk that the North would win and we would be freed. Now whether that was true, I did not know. But deep in my belly, I felt it. Things would not end well for Miss Emily. But how to tell her this without completely overstepping my bounds? I had to wait for the proper time, obviously. And now was definitely not it. I entered the sitting room and served the English gentleman a cup of tea. I rather liked him. True he didn't notice me, but he didn't give me the typical snarl as he took the cup from me either. After I finished serving the tea, I settled into a corner to listen, unseen and unnoticed. "Come on boy, KEEP UP!" yelled a snagged tooth dirty man, his hair was balding and he wore dirty clothes. Buck was chained behind a horse, he looked rough, no shoes or shirt on, only a pair of black slacks. On his back were scars from beatings, reminders to him to that this was the price for running. From time to time the man would yank the chain making Buck stumble and crash to the ground." Yep, heard you was a runny huh boy? I wish ya would run from me ya dirty little NIG..." before he could finish Buck ran towards the horse and slapped it's rear as hard as he could. The horse neighed loudly and took off, yanking his chained wrists back he snatched the chain from the startled slave hunter's grip and ran off into the forest."Gah, dammit!" shouted the slave hunter as he gained control of the horse, he turned around and cursed to himself. "When I fin ya I'm going to whip the shit out of ya black ass!" he shouted. Buck didn't bother to stop running, he held the chain in his arms so it wouldn't get caught up on any limbs, he kept running for what seemed like forever only to see a large mansion ahead of him. The slave hunter was on his trail and spotted Buck who was making a run for it. Pulling out his long whip he steered the horse towards the slave who was unaware he had been spotted. "Now I got ya!" he shouted lashing out and striking Buck's bare back, in an instant his skin tore, and he stumbled forward, any other man would have fell or even fainted from the pain, but Buck continued to run." Dammit boy!" shouted the man as the horse sped after Buck, another lash struck Buck in the back again, this time he fell to his knees. Lack of water and food was taking its toll on his already worn out body. "Told...you...not to.RUN!" shouted the man with each lash to Buck's back. Slaves began to come out of their small sheds they stayed in, children cowered in their parent's arms as they watched the stranger strike the unknown slave. "Go and get the missus!" said an old woman to a woman. The woman ran towards the mansion as the man continued his assault on Buck... Edgar, Emily and I were standing in a small group, as I was saying my goodbyes. I needed to get home, and although I was curious about Edgar and his travels, I couldn't really stay any longer. As I turned to go out the parlor door, Thomas came through it. Loud shouts could be heard coming from the back of the house. I looked at the other two in amazement. Whatever was causing the commotion was not the Yankee Army, as I doubted if they would cause havoc in the backyard. Thomas began saying something about slave hunters after a slave. It was hard to understand what he was talking about since slave hunters had no business at Emily's plantation. The three of us headed towards the back of the house curious as to why slave hunters would be in the area and why Emily's slaves were all upset. Neither of us had had a problem with our slaves for as long as I could remember. When we stepped onto the back verandah, I could hear a man on a horse swearing profanely at a negro kneeling on the ground. The negro's head was down, his body visibly shaking as he took deep breaths. I didn't recognize the negro, and from his condition, it appeared that he had been running hard for some time. Several of Emily's people were gathered around watching, whispering between themselves. When the man's arm rose into the air, I could see the bull whip in his hand. As I cried out, "Stop!" I heard Emily's voice blend with mine.

1864_ Georgia's Burning|rating:3.0

The Taveler {Closed}

The Traveler {Closed}Matt was making a sign to hand on the door of his restaurant, “Closed for Private Function” Matt was celebrating is 27 birthdays with all his friends in his own restaurant, and all his staff were doing all the decorating and preparing all the food. Lucky for him, it was a great sunny day and most could walk and not having to take the street car. Matt was born in a dinky town named Buffalo gulp he didn’t know but was glad to leave it behind. At 27, he was still single and loving it. Many of his patrons were girls and some of them where coming on to him, but he just wasn’t ready, plus the restaurant kept him very busy. Matt was a great looking man at 6’5 with a trim and well-muscled body was the envy’s of many on the beach during summer. The celebration went all well with just some having a little too much to drink, but overall it was great to have all his friends celebrate with him. He was just closing the door when he heard a noise in the kitchen. “Oh! Boy” he said to himself, “who the hack got to drunk that couldn’t go home.” He walks towards the kitchen when a woman came through the door.“Who’re you?” he asked her, then he noticed how she was dressed. The dress had to by halfway up her thighs that’s how short it was. Well speak up before I call the cops what are you doing ion my restaurant” he asked her. Penny couldn't be happier with her purchase as she walked down the hall to her condo. Her first authentic antique! She didn't believe in the curse that someone in the auction was talking about, but some people were still superstitious for no reason. She took out the old flint gun in her hand and admired it. Furthermore, she would take these over any guy any day. Men were simply just a lot of work, and she really got nothing out of it. Tucking her ebony hair to her ear, she saw herself in the barrel of the gun. Her image was distorted, but she could still see her gray eyes. Of course, she had a Victoria's Secret model body that her friends were so envious of despite eating a lot. She wasn't exactly a show-off, but she wanted to kick back and relax, so she put on a short flaring skit and a tank top. She turned her gun and found a spot that was a little blurry. Furthermore, she wiped it down with a napkin she always had on her, and it came off a little. Furthermore, she rubbed it even more, until it was squeaky clean." Ow!" Penny grunted walking right into a sink. Wait, a sink? She looked around the unfamiliar place. It was a kitchen, an old backwards one to be precise. Something like a set in a movie. Before she could try to figure out where she was, a man was standing in the doorway, looking at her menacingly." Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a twist." She held up her hands, putting the gun down to appear less menacing. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I have no idea how I got here. I was just walking through the condo's halls to my unit and, here I am. Wherever this. What is this place anyway?" "Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a twist." What the hell is this crazy dame talking about? What panties in what twist. This dame must be a real Waco. He said to himself." I know this is going to sound weird, but I have no idea how I got here. I was just walking through the condo's halls to my unit and, here I am. Wherever this. What is this place anyway?" Matt was wandering what condos was and in what unit, but nothing made any sense. Matt heard many stories before, but this girl just told him was at the top of his list.“Look lady, this is my restaurant, and you are standing in my kitchen, now you better come clean of I will call the cops. This place is call restaurant, and if you mean the city, it’s New Your city and how did you get here if you don’t know where you are.” Matt started to put things together starting with her clothes, there is no way she could’ve got them in New Your. All the dressed were long down to the ground, but he is sure like hers. He was sure something was off here, and the other thing was, how she got into the kitchen with all the outside door locked. "New York?" Alice looked out the window and saw nothing of New York completely forgetting his threat of the cops. "What is this? Some kind of gag show or something? It's freaking rush hour and I can't hear a single car outside. If that is outside." She looked at his eyes and saw them stare at her long legs. "Eyes over here, buster! This is my face. What's wrong with you? Never seen legs on a woman before?" Sighing, she pulled out the phone in her purse and saw that she had no signal. "What the hell? For Pete's sake! You even have signal hammers in here? Look, if you want to call the cops, go ahead, but I'm telling you, if you're trying to kidnap me, I come prepared." Her other hand went to the Taker in the pocket of her purse. New York was, after all, really dangerous. "New York?" she repeated what he just told her, and then she looks out the window. Yes Lady it New York like I told you Matt said again." What is this? Some kind of gag show or something? Its freaking rush hour and I can't hear a single car outside. If that is outside." She said to him while he was looking at her bare legs again, and what a pair she had he thought." Eyes over here, buster! This is my face. What's wrong with you? Never seen legs on a woman before?" she nearly yelled at him.“No lady not like your I haven’t, and you do have a pair on you, and you should be ashamed walking almost naked. You could be arrested walking around like that.” He told her and then saw her pull something from her purse." What the hell? For Pete's sake! You even have signal hammers in here? Look, if you want to call the cops, go ahead, but I'm telling you, if you're trying to kidnap me, I come prepared.” She told him showing him something else, only he didn’t know what it was.“Look lady, you forgetting you’re in my restaurant I can have you arrested, so why don’t you tell me how you got in, and maybe I’ll give you a break? He told her, and he looked again at those beautiful legs of hers. He then realized she was one beautiful looking dame. Walking almost naked? What? Was the man insane or something? And what was with him constantly staring at her legs? Well, one thing was true, she wasn't at her own place. And frankly, she really just wanted to go home. "Look, I have no idea. I really was walking on the 50th floor of my building when I just bumped into your sink. I don't know what you did to bring me here, but I just really want to go home. Furthermore, I'm tired and hungry, okay? And for Pete's sake! Stop staring, I'm not naked!" While she didn't like being ogled at, she was definitely flattered that a guy as hot as he was, was finding her attractive whether he said so or not. If the way he looked at her didn't mean he liked how she looked, she was an idiot. "Look, I have no idea. I really was walking on the 50th floor of my building when I just bumped into your sink. I don't know what you did to bring me here, but I just really want to go home. Furthermore, I'm tired and hungry, okay? And for Pete's sake! Stop staring, I'm not naked!" She told him. Matt couldn’t help himself. He had never seen a beautiful woman like her showing her legs in public, and his eyes just kept going to her legs. Matt also realized that she didn’t look like a nut case, he was sure something happen to her to be here in his restaurant.“Look miss, my name is Matt, and I do own this place, and I don’t know what to make of you. Come look out the window and look what the women are wearing, then tell me why I peep looking at your gorgeous legs. You talk like you’re from another world lady. You look out there while I make you something to eat.” He told her. Penny was beginning to feel so distraught, but the man, Matt, was being such a gentleman, he became one less person to worry about. Though, she had to say he was still a man, staring at her legs like that." Penny. My name's Penny." With no other choice, she looked out his window and her jaw dropped. This was definitely not the New York she knew. If this was a gag, it was huge having everyone dress old-fashioned clothes and turning a whole town into something straight out of the movies. But what if it was just a screen? Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out. No. It was all real. The sights, sounds and smells were not fabricated. Red brick buildings, carriages, horse manure, smells of bread baking, carts...everything was not the New York she knew, and yet, Matt claimed it was. And the pain of hitting the sink a while ago made sure that she wasn't dreaming. She walked a little further touching the walls of the restaurant, and she became the center of attention instantly. People put their heads together looking and pointing at her, and she realized that Matt was right. To the people who were covered from neck to foot with clothing, she did seem like she was walking around in her underwear. "Penny. My name's Penny." She had said to him. Matt was busy making some to eat for Penny and never saw her stepping outside, till he heard the sound of the door closing. He ran after her so she wouldn’t venture to far then get arrested for indecent exposure. He was in time to take her arm and drag her back inside, well at least now she knew this was New York. Furthermore, he told himself.“Sit down Penny. We need to talk and don’t be scared, I’ll help you all I can, but you need to listen to me. First off you are not to go outside till I can get you some decent clothes.” He told her while he put some the fry chicken in a plate and took it to her where she sat.“Do you believe me now I what told you. I know you’re not from here that is plain by what you’re wearing, and if women wear the same clothes you’re wearing where you came from, we have a big problem. Nowhere in the US of A woman is wearing what you’re wearing. You need to tell me where you live and what year it is. Penny was too stunned to react as Matt dragged her back in. She couldn't believe it. She was...lost. Sitting down was a respite as she felt her legs shake in fear and weakness. For a while, his words just passed over her head, unable to let everything sink in until silence came between the both of them." I--" she struggled to find the words with her head still in shambles. "I live in New York, near Central Park. Manhattan. Uh...year? What year? 2014. Look, I can't be gone for long. I have client meetings set tomorrow. I can't be stuck here! This is...what year is it? And what's the big problem with how I dress? I dress fine! So I look different. That's all." Penny knew she was rambling, but there wasn't much she could really do, and her head wasn't on straight anymore. Matt wasn’t sure she understood all he said to her even after she saw outside, and he had to get through to her somehow.“Penny I like you to eat your food while tell you how thinks look from my perspective. I don’t mind telling you that they don’t look to good. I have no idea how you came to be here, but I do know you don’t belong here. Nothing you said and the clothes you’re wrung, including those gadgets you have they don’t belong here either, not in 1800 they don’t. You just told me you are from 2014. I don’t know or pretend to know how you got here, but something happened to you where you came from and now you’re here. You’re in the right city only 314 years back in time. So forget about 2014, concentrate on what you were doing before you found yourself in my kitchen, and maybe we can figure how you got here.” I promise to look after you, and you can stay here with me, I have a big place above the restaurant where you can stay. Unable to do anything else, she ate in silence trying to figure out her next move." I promise to look after you, and you can stay here with me, I have a big place above the restaurant where you can stay." She looked up at him, suspicion inn her eyes. She had not known New York to be a friendly city. Was it possible that three hundred years ago, it wasn't as bad? She didn't know if she could trust him, but where would she go? All she knew was she was walking down the hall, polishing her newly bought gun and then... The gun! She quickly went back to the kitchen where she left it only to find it gone. "Where is it? Ugh...this can't be! The gun! The curse! That's probably it. Matt, please, we have to find the gun. I think it's what brought me here." Matt could tell she didn’t trust him, and he couldn’t blame her under the present circumstances, and her place I might not trust me either. He told himself. Either case he couldn’t do anything about that, you just can force people in doing something they want to do. He thought. Suddenly Penny runs towards the kitchen, and he wondered why and fallowed right behind her. She started looking all over the place." Where is it? Ugh...this can't be! The gun! The curse! That's probably it. Matt, please, we have to find the gun. I think it's what brought me here." She said and looked upset, then it's done on him that she said gun. What gun Penny, did you bring a gun in here? Why would want to bring gun here, and why would want a gun unless you want to shoot someone. He asked her, then he stops.“What curse Penny, you’re confusing the hell out of me. Please slow down and explain what you’re saying.” He told her. “Penny we’re the only one here, just you and me, you were alone in the kitchen and no one came in since. You didn’t have a gun when I saw you.” He told her. She stopped. No gun? But she was holding it. Shining it before she hit his stupid sink! It couldn't have been gone!" I-it's a Wetland Flintlock. I bought it at an auction, just because I thought it was awesome. I wasn't going to shoot anyone with it. Honest!" Penny was starting to panic. "I was just polishing it and then that's when I ran into your sink. It's... Someone was saying there was a curse to it. What if this was the curse? To be sent back in time and not go home... Oh my god... I want to go home..." Unable to stop herself, she sank to the floor crying. She couldn't go back. Not without it. There was no other explanation she was transported back in the past. "I-it's a Wetland Flintlock. I bought it at an auction, just because I thought it was awesome. I wasn't going to shoot anyone with it. Honest!" Penny was starting to panic. "I was just polishing it and then that's when I ran into your sink. It's... Someone was saying there was a curse to it. What if this was the curse? To be sent back in time and not go home... Oh my god... I want to go home..." She told him. Matt was stunned by what she just told him, and he had no reason not to believe her, it all made sense now to him. Why would someone make something like that, and how was Penny going to get home now if she dropped the gun in her place in 2014. She drops onto the floor crying. Oh my god … I want to go home. She said. Matt sat down on the floor next to her and took her in his arms.“I’m really sorry Penny, I wish there was something I could do help you get back home, but I’m at loss with everything you told me. My offer still goes if you want to stay here.” He told her. She felt a little comfort in his arms, and she couldn't help but notice that he was well-built under his shirt. "I don't know where else to go," she tried to stop crying, and although she wasn't sobbing anymore, her tears still spilled down her cheeks." For a New Yorker, you're really nice," she said, trying to lighten her own mood. "I know so many who would spurn someone who needed help. That's why there are so many homeless where I come from." She was kind of like one of them, desensitized to homeless people, but he didn't need to know that." So what am I supposed to do around here? I'm an investment banker and Lehman Brothers isn't even in existence yet. Bank of New York hasn't even thought of investment banking yet. I don't know how to cook, and I pay someone else to do the cleaning for me... And honestly, I don't want to be more of a burden to you than I already am." "I don't know where else to go," she said as he held her in his arms. Though she was not sobbing, her tears were still running down her face.“Penny you don’t need to go any place, you can stay here for as long as you like, and tomorrow we’ll look again for that gun.” He told her." For a New Yorker, you're really nice," she said, and he looked at her smiling. “Thank you, Penny, I think you’re very nice just by saying that.” He told her." I know so many who would spurn someone who needed help. That's why there are so many homeless where I come from." She said and made him think. Did New York changed that much in all that time, he said to himself.“I wouldn’t know Penny, but I guess people do change.” He said wondering why." So what am I supposed to do around here? I'm an investment banker and Lehman Brothers isn't even in existence yet. Bank of New York hasn't even thought of investment banking yet. I don't know how to cook, and I pay someone else to do the cleaning for me... And honestly, I don't want to be more of a burden to you than I already am." She told him, and he thought she could be the one that could start that change. Let’s, not worry about that now Penny, let’s take one thing at a time. I’ll teach you how to serve the customers, and you can stay here till you get on your feet then you can decide what you want to do.” He told her still holding her in his arms realizing how nice she felt against his chest. "Thank you..." She pressed her cheek to his chest. "I promise to try my best to not be useless." For a moment, she stayed there until her tears dried. "So where do I stay? And as for clothes, I promise to pay it off. But, I can't go out to buy it. Could you please? I'm really sorry, I know it's embarrassing, but I have no choice." She knew that she would have to make do with her own underwear or none at all until she could buy her own with her own money. She couldn't possibly ask him to buy those for her! Maybe in her own time, buying something like underdrawers would only be an antique collector's frivolity, but in this time, those were the underwear women had to put up with. She could just imagine how embarrassing it would be for him to buy them. Matt was glad she stopped crying and relaxed against his chest. "I promise to try my best to not be useless." She said a little later. Matt was not worried about that at all, she had enough problem already, and she seems to be a nice girl. He was also going to hire another girl, and he had one here that he could teach." So where do I stay? And as for clothes, I promise to pay it off. But, I can't go out to buy it. Could you please? I'm really sorry, I know it's embarrassing, but I have no choice." She said, and he got on idea after what she said. Penny I want to check something, please don’t think I’m trying to touch you OK. He reached behind her neck and looked at the tag inside the color of her dress. “You are size 6 Penny.” He told her.” there’s a tag inside with the name of the manufacture and the size. I’ll get you a dress for you wear now, then I’ll take you to the store to get want you like.” he told her. "Thank you!" penny hugged him. "Thank you so much!" She knew she wasn't out of the woods yet, but his was a big help. She didn't know how to repay him, but she planned on doing something for him once she found out what he liked." So, um...what now?" “Thank you” said Penny hugging him. “Thank you so much!” She said. Think nothing of it Penny, but you’re Welcome. Right now it’s too late to do any shopping, but I’ll go out early in the morning to get you a dress so you’ll have it for tomorrow. The stores are open till 8 tomorrow, and I’ll take you shopping, and sure you’ll need other things to I guess, he said smiling." So, um...what now?" She said.“Now we close shop and we go upstairs. I’ll show you your room and where things are that you may need are.” He told her, and led the way to the door that led up to the second floor. "Okay," Penny followed him, but remembered something he said. "Didn't you say today was your birthday? How are you celebrating it?" As they walked up the stairs, she couldn't help but look at his broad frame and his nice backside. It was a good thing he wasn't looking back especially because she had just told him off about looking at her legs. "Didn't you say today was your birthday? How are you celebrating it?" She asked. He couldn’t say much, and he didn’t want to hurt her feeling.“Sometime there are more important things to take care of.” We’ll have to have it later. Right now you need my help, and I’m going to help you.” He told her. He opens the door above the stairs and walks in with Penny right behind him. It’s much bigger up here, because I rented half of the first floor, and the rent pays for the mortgage of the whole building.” He told her. He walks over to a door and opens it. This will be your bedroom. You have plenty room and closets for your clothes. The toilet is right next to your room with a connecting door that locks from both sides, and my bedroom his on the other side of the toilet. I use the rooms for storage at the moment.” He told her. Penny walked into the room and couldn't help but feel disappointed. No TV, no air conditioning, no computers...no modern comforts. But what could she expect? Even the radio wasn't invented yet. She walked toward the bathroom and saw the lack of toilet and shower. As she expected. It was going to be hard adjusting in this century without all the modern comforts she easily dismissed having. At least there was a tub, even though it was a wooden one." Thank you so much!" Penny said making a mental note to do something special for him for ruining his birthday. "But really, you don't have to do so much for me. I can just lie down and sleep. I mean, I am sleepy after all. Have fun on your birthday." She couldn't be more thankful in having a kind man who would take her in and ask for very little in return. Definitely not the New York she knew. I was going to tell you before that this is the 1800, and judging by what you’re wearing, New York change quite a bit. I don’t mean to offend you Penny, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, with the most beautiful legs.“You’ve already said thank you to me Penny you don’t have to thank me again.”" But really, you don't have to do so much for me. I can just lie down and sleep. I mean, I am sleepy after all. Have fun on your birthday."“Thank you, Penny, but I’m not going anywhere now. You don’t think I would leave you alone were you?” Penny's breath got caught in her throat. He was such a gorgeous man. And to think he found her beautiful. No one had told her that before. Everyone always said how amazing she was at her work and how smart and good she was at what she did, but not once was she complimented on her looks. She couldn't help but blush. Men were always intimidated of her. They were all weak in her book if that was the case and didn't really mind not being in a relationship with any of those losers. But Matt didn't back down. He didn't sugarcoat anything. He said what was on his mind.“Thank you, Penny, but I’m not going anywhere now. You don’t think I would leave you alone were you?” Penny flushed even deeper. So many innuendos ran through her mind, but surely, he didn't mean what she thought. He was only concerned for her. Yes. Yes. He was only showing concern." I'm really fine," she stuttered at indecent thoughts ran through her head. It was hard to stomp down, but she was slowly succeeding. "You should really celebrate your birthday. You know, do what you want. Get what you want." Matt caught her looking at him, but he didn’t let on, and kept on talking though he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Matt was also very frank about things and didn’t mince on words. He just told it as he saw it, and having seen more of her than any other woman before, it kindly hit him below the belt so to speak. He didn’t intend to come to her, but wouldn’t deny it to himself that he was attracted to her. Matt was also down to earth kind guy, and very pleasant to most people and ready to help if they need his help and Penny was in bad need of help." I'm really fine," she stuttered, and he looks at her knowing very well she was not fine, not here in the 1800." You should really celebrate your birthday. You know, do what you want. Get what you want." She told him. This might surprise you Penny, but I am doing what I want and have always. Celebrating is fine when you think it’s the right time to celebrate, but celebrating when there are more important things going around you, it’s not the right time. I can go down and get a bottle of wine, and we can celebrate here, if you want me to celebrate.” He told her smiling. Penny sighed, knowing that whatever she said, the man was going to be a gentleman. At the same time, she couldn't help but notice that was missing in her time: a gentleman who was also an Alpha. He wasn't the kind of person she could tell what to do, but at the same time, he wasn't a jerk. Him being both was actually the biggest turn on for her. Usually, guys she knew were either powerful haughty jerks or really weak men who give into women." You're celebrating with me? But I'm a total stranger." Penny blinked, but knew she wasn't going to win the argument. She gave in. "Alright. Happy Birthday, Matt. If the wine's dated, can I see the bottle? If I'm going to go back to my time, I want everyone to see that I drank wine that's two hundred years old." "You're celebrating with me? But I'm a total stranger." She told him. Matt looked at her for a minute before answering her. Penny didn’t you just tell me to celebrated my birthday. I’m going to celebrate with you, I don’t see why not unless you don’t want to." Alright. Happy Birthday, Matt. If the wine's dated, can I see the bottle? If I'm going to go back to my time, I want everyone to see that I drank wine that's two hundred years old." Again Matt looked her with the same what look.“What are you talking about, what date, I never saw no date on the bottle. You wait here and I’ll get a bottle. Minutes later he was back with two bottles and handed her one. You look at that I’ll look at this one.” He told her. Matt couldn’t find and dates on the bottle. “There is no date on my bottle, about yours, you see any date on it?” he asked. No date? Penny watched Matt's backside again as he left. Alone, she pouted. How was she going to prove she drank vintage wine? Granted she was drinking it when it wasn't vintage yet, but still, there were bragging rights she had to think about when she got home. Plus that would be very impressive to her boss who was a collector of all things old. Matt came back handing her a bottle and she checked every nook and cranny of the bottle, but found none herself. Sighing, she picked up her phone anyway and took a selfie with it, making sure that the bottle label was clearly seen." That's a crying shame," she pouted after taking her photo. "No date. I have no clue about wines, so the date's all I've got to prove. Anyway..." She turned back to him, cheery once again. "To you, and to many more birthdays to come!" “No date” she replied.”Matt shrugged his shoulder the said. “Sorry Penny, maybe they started to put dates later.” He said. He had opened the bottle so he wouldn’t have to go back downstairs, now that they were celebrating his birthday together." That's a crying shame," she said pouting. He saw take that gadget she had and pointed at the bottle." No date. I have no clue about wines, so the date's all I've got to prove. Anyway..." She turned back to him, cheery once again. "To you, and too many more birthdays to come!" She told him.Thank you Penny I’ll drink to that.” He said and took gulp of wine from the bottle. She took a sip and smiled. "I have to say, this is good for something that's not dated." She took out her phone once again and stood beside him. "You don't mind if I take a photo, do you? I mean, this memory is too good to waste, right?" Penny took a sip of wine from the bottle. "I have to say, this is good for something that's not dated." She said. Matt watched her take what she calls phone and move right next to him touching shoulders." You don't mind if I take a photo, do you? I mean, this memory is too good to waste, right?" She said. She put the phone in front of them then he heard the sound click. He had no idea how something that small that the front looked like glass could take a picture.“I drink to you Penny for celebrating my birthday with me.” He said taking another sip of wine. "It's the least I can do," Penny said drinking her own wine and sighing at the photo. She knew that back home, she couldn't prove she had traveled back in time and people would be asking who was the hottie with her. What she would say to that, she had no idea. "It's the least I can do," Penny replied taking another sip of the wine. Matt was hoping she wouldn’t drink too much, but being in her shoes he couldn’t really blame her for it.“Penny I’m really glad you came here however that happen, I mean I’m sorry this happens to you, but glad that you’re here and not somewhere else. I’m really going to miss you when you’re gone.” He told her wondering why he said that. Maybe it was all the wine they have been drinking. Penny blinked in surprise. He was happy she came into his life as much as nuisance as she was? That made her heart skip. She took another drink to calm herself." So, what do you do for fun around here?" She asked diverting the topic to focus herself. She couldn't be infatuated with him. He was right, she was going to leave, and she couldn't afford to be too attached. It would really affect her work. "So, what do you do for fun around here?" She asked. Matt had to think that one out. There wasn’t much to do really, except the gambling houses or the barn dance. He didn’t go to gambling houses because to many fights and too much shooting, and seen her taking another sip of wine, he thought better than to take her to a gambling house.“Gambling houses, barn dancing not much else really. The gambling houses are bad, there’s always fighting people getting drunk then start shooting. Not for me. He said. She thought back on the gambling houses in old Western movies she'd seen. Honestly, she wanted very much to see them in real life. Did they really hit each other on the head with bottles? Were these houses really wrecked? But even with her curiosity, she respected his decision." Well, I've never done a barn dance before. Would you care to teach me?" Matt could see Penny was thinking, and he hoped she wasn’t thinking of going to the gambling houses." Well, I've never done a barn dance before. Would you care to teach me?" She asked him. Matt had danced many times before, but after starting his restaurant he was too busy to go dancing. He wasn’t sure he could teach her, but he thought about for a moment.“I suppose I could teach you, but it would be better if we had some music, and you can’t go with what you’re wearing.” He told her looking at those lovely legs of hers. “We’ll go to the dance after we get you some clothes that you can walk outside without getting arrested.” He told her smiling at her.“Though it’s such a shame to cover those beautiful legs of yours.” He said smiling. Penny smiled at the prospect of learning something new, and wearing something authentically dated. But when he talked about her legs, she got a little flustered. In her time, such remarks would either earn a slap or a look of disdain, but the way he said it with sincerity made her blush, feeling like she was brazenly baring her wares." Thanks! That would be great! Also, maybe we could go around? Maybe there's something I can do to help you." The next morning being Sunday the restaurant was close and Matt went out early. Penny was still sleeping, and he left her a note.“I’m out getting you a dress. Get yourself ready to wear the new dress and we’ll go for pancake breakfast. The dance is every Sunday afternoon.” Matt. Penny rubbed her eyes, surprised that it was morning. They had been drinking all night, and she didn't realize she had passed out. Seeing the note on the table, she read it and smiled. "Oh, he's so sweet." Deciding to get ready, she went into their shared bathroom and took a bath hoping to get ready by the time he arrived and help out immediately. Matt was able to get one dress that he thought she would like, at least he hoped she would. He looked around some more to see how many more dresses were left for Penny to look at later. He made another stop at another store, and again he looked at the quality of the material. Furthermore, he was glad he stopped here. Furthermore, he noticed they had more dresses to choose from, though he did like the one he already got for her. He headed back to hid place and went right up the stairs to show her the dress. Furthermore, he stops as Penny is coming out from the bathroom naked. Shopping was always a long ritual for Penny and most girls she knew, so, not knowing how quickly men, shopped, she thought that it would be a long time before Matt came back. Unfortunately, as soon as she stepped out of the bath, Matt had come into her door as well. For a moment, she couldn't move as shock registered on her face, displaying her nicely-shaped D cups and hairless body to him before she squeaked and hid behind the door." I am so sorry..." she said, red-faced, the towel out of her reach. "I thought you were going to be out for a while..." Damn...he must think I'm some whore...she thought. Matt was so shocked seen Penny totally naked he even dropped the package. Matt froze on the spot with his eyes wide open looking at that luscious body, and unfortunate was getting aroused, and with the package not on the floor couldn’t even hide anything. He knelled down and grabs it and stands up with the package in front of him." I am so sorry..." she said, and he could see how red her faced was, He was speechless, never in his life had he seen a naked woman, never mind one that looked like Penny. She had the perfect body, at least it was in his eyes.“I’m sorry Penny I didn’t know you were taking a bath.” He said looking her up and down not being able to stop while she just stood there looking at him. Then she moved behind the door, maybe she was in shock and couldn’t move fast enough he thought to himself." I thought you were going to be out for a while..." She added a moment later.“I got you the dress because I thought your would like this one, but if not we can go out again after you’re ready.” "U-uh...okay..." Penny nodded. "Ah...maybe you could hand me the towel and the clothes?" As soon as she received the clothes, she closed the door and dressed. As expected, he didn't buy any underwear, but then again, she couldn't ask him to, could she? The dress was a perfect fit, hugging her in the right places and billowing in others. Maybe once she was earning money, she could buy her own underwear. She didn't want to impose on him anymore, and with the clothes she was wearing, who would know she was naked underneath the clothing? Smiling she stepped out. "It's beautiful. Thank you. Maybe we can buy one more just for change. I'll wash them alternately." "U-uh...okay..." Penny nodded. "Ah...maybe you could hand me the towel and the clothes?" She asked him. Matt hurried a little and hands her the towel and the package. “Here” this is the dress I got for you and I hope you like it.” He told her. Penny took everything and went into her room to change. While his mind was on her naked body still fresh in his mind. He sat down while he waited for her. He turned when he heard the door and Penny came out wearing the dress. Furthermore, he was happy as the dress fitted her really well, and she looked just as beautiful." It's beautiful. Thank you. Maybe we can buy one more just for change. I'll wash them alternately." She told him.“You welcome Penny and you look just as beautiful with that dress on as you did before. He said smiling at her. “I guess now we can go for pancake breakfast first, and then we’ll go shopping in another store.” He said looking at her. "Alright." Penny smiled. "Maybe you can teach me how to make your pancakes so that I can make them instead. You're working so, I want to help as much as I can." She considered what she was offering him. She couldn't cook, nor could she wash clothes, but she could always do anything when she put her mind to it. At least so far as anything she had ever done in her life. "Alright." Penny smiled. "Maybe you can teach me how to make your pancakes so that I can make them instead. You're working so, I want to help as much as I can." She said. Matt had thought about what she just said for a moment. “Penny I think you misunderstood me. The restaurant is closed today, and we’re going to have pancake at the pancake house.” He told her smiling.“The owner of the pancake house might teach you if you’ll ask her, and her name his Mamma Jimena.” "Oh." Penny blushed realizing her mistake. "Sorry. Do you think she'd mind if I asked?" She asked Matt as they went toward the place he was talking about. As soon as they went through the entryway, an elderly lady greeted them with a smile on her face. She knew Matt and Penny could only assume that this was Mamma Jimena that he had been talking about. "Oh." Penny blushed realizing her mistake. "Sorry. Do you think she'd mind if I asked?" She asked him.“I was just shushing you Penny. Mamma has all the help she needs. I thought you said you would help me in the restaurant. You changed your mind?” he asked her. They walked inside, and they were met by Mamma Jimena. “Good morning Matt I see you have a lady with you, is this your new lady, she sure is a lovely one.” She said smiling at her.“I’m Mamma Jimena, welcome to my place.” She said "Oh, no! I still want to work for you!" Penny clarified. "It's just that...well, I do want to learn how to cook too." Mamma Jimena was a dear. She felt like...a mother. Penny had never known her mother, so she was feeling a little attachment to the old lady even before she knew her. "Thank you, Mamma Jimena. I'm Penny. Matt, I guess, is the only friend I have around these parts." "Oh, no! I still want to work for you!" Penny clarified. "It's just that...well, I do want to learn how to cook too." She said to him.“You’re not going to learn how to cook by making just pancake, that’s why they call this the pancake house.” He told her grinning." Thank you, Mamma Jimena. I'm Penny. Matt, I guess, is the only friend I have around these parts." She said to Mamma Jimena.“I must say Penny you know how pick them, he sure is a good friend to have. I would hang on to him if I were you.” She told her. "I guess I'm finding out just how lucky I am, Mamma Jimena." Penny smiled at her as the woman led them to their seats." So...what's your specialty pancake? I'll have that." Matt wished Mamma as he calls her, didn’t say anything about a good friend he was. Penny had made a much more impact on him, and after seen her all naked what he felt the first he saw her quadrupled." I guess I'm finding out just how lucky I am, Mamma Jimena." Penny replied. Matt felt a little self-conscious when she said that. Mamma showed them to their table." So...what's your specialty pancake? I'll have that." Penny said as soon as they sat down.“I’ll Have the strawberry Jimena,” Matt said looking at Penny. "Strawberry?" Penny's eyebrows rose. "I didn't expect that." Soon their food came, and she couldn't help but give out a growling moan. "This is so good! I swear I've never had pancakes like these!" It could be because there were hardly any chemicals used around these years, but still...it was amazing! "Strawberry?" she said and Matt looked at her. "I didn't expect that." she added and Matt realize it was not a common thing that far ahead in the future. He wanted to ask why she was surprised having strawberry pancake, but then they couldn’t talk about the future in front of Jimena." This is so good! I swear I've never had pancakes like these!" She said and Matt thought he better say something.“Maybe it’s because no one makes strawberry pancakes like Jimena, so now you know where to go for the best pancakes.” He told her. "Oh I do!" Penny sighed. "I'm going to miss these when I get back." She wasn't losing any hope that she'd return to her own time, but so far, she was enjoying her stay. With great food and great company, not to mention he was hot, she was having an amazing time. But of course, there was work back home and nothing to do here. At least nothing challenging that she could set her sights on. "Oh I do!" Penny sighed. "I'm going to miss these when I get back." She said, and he felt a slight pain in his chest when she said that. Matt was slowly falling for her and the idea that she would disappear one day really hurt.“I know I’m going to miss you terribly Penny,” he told her avoiding looking into her eyes, but there was nothing he could about it. She had every right to get to her homeland.

The Taveler {Closed}|rating:3.0

The Marriage Promise (jlh112586 x notexactlyaverage)

Jason Matthews just dropped his intoxicated date back off at her apartment, declining a night cap with her since...well...she was drunk as a skunk and reeked of alcohol. He got into his car, starting it up, driving away as fast as he could. He could kill his friend Eric for setting him up on that date. That guy's taste in women and Jason's were on two completely different spectrums. Jason preferred his women with a little more class than what Eric apparently did. Despite that, Eric was still his best guy friend. Jason decided that he was going over to his female, and much closer, best friend's place for the night. As he drove away from the young woman's apartment, he went into his recent calls, having called her a short time ago, he redialed her number to tell her he was coming over. Jason and his best friend had been friends for so long, he couldn't even remember a time when they weren't friends. They'd always been close, so close that at 13 years old they shared their first kiss with each other. But something Jason kept buried inside was the fact that he'd always had a crush on his best friend. He'd wanted to tell her many times, but he was afraid of what it'd do to their friendship. Jason was already 25 years old, and had no steady girlfriend. What was he to do? Jason remembered their promise that they made to each other on prom night as he was waiting for her to pick up her phone. They had gone as friends and had a good time, but they promised that if neither of them had anyone by the time either of them turned 25 years old, that they'd decide to get married to each other. After all, they were best friends, surly they could spend the rest of their lives with each other. Their moms would be ecstatic, since their mothers were best friends since their middle school years. Maybe it was time to bring this idea back to life and see if she'd be up for it. As he waited for her to pick up, out of nowhere, storm clouds rolled in, and it began to lightly rain. Taylor Woods was stood in her kitchen, washing up the dishes from her dinner when her phone rang. She picked it up, checking the caller ID to see Jason calling. She had long brown hair that fell in gentle waves to just below her elbows, and bright brown eyes that took in everything around her. Furthermore, she ate healthily and kept fit, so had a flat stomach and slim arms and legs. Sliding into one of the stools at her breakfast bar, she answered Jason's call." Hey Jason! How was the date?" She asked him. He told her everything, so she already knew he had been on a date. She knew everything about him, and he knew everything about her. They told each other everything, and had always been close. Nobody could remember a time when they weren't best friends, they had met at a very young age as their mothers had been friends since middle school. Throughout the years they had both been in relationships with various people, but they never worked out for whatever reason. Taylor thought about the promise they had made at their prom, if they were both 25 with no significant other they would get married. She knew that this wouldn't be a problem, she loved Jason, he was her best friend! What she had never told him, even though they each had their first kiss with each other, was that she might love him as more than just her best friend. As Jason complained about his date and how Eric, his other best friend, had a completely different taste in girls than him, she thought about talking to him about the promise they had made. They were both 25 now, and she wasn't in any kind of relationship. Judging by his complaints, it sounded like Jason wasn't either. Jason smiled as he heard the soft, gentle voice of his best friend, Taylor. But when she asked about the date, he sighed before he spoke, "Is there a word that's worse than catastrophic? Because if there is, that's exactly how the date went. The girl had absolutely no class at all, but I'll tell you more about it later. I'm coming over, and you might want to find some flashlights and candles. It looks like we're in for a horrible storm. But anyway, I'll be over there in a few moments." The two said their goodbyes as he drove on the way, turning on his stereo that was synced to his iPhone, he played a station of heavy metal he had on Pandora radio. Shortly after his music played the storm started to pick up in intensity. He'd only hoped he would make it to Taylor's place before it got too much more worse. By day, Jason was the band teacher at the local high school, the same band he played in as a teenager. By night however, he was a frustrated, hopeless romantic who just wanted nothing more than to find someone to call his very one and could love him for the nerd he was. His hobbies included, comic books, goofy TV shows (especially old cartoons from the 90s), and video games. But despite all of that and his inability to find the right woman, Taylor was always there to listen to him rant on about why all the good ones were taken as he'd do the same for her. It was getting to the point if he should bring up the pact they made on prom night. Who better than to get married to your best friend, someone who's always been there for him, a should cry on. She was the true definition of a sweetheart. It could also be a way to finally tell her how he truly felt about her. He finally arrived to her place, and it was at that point when the rain really came down. He reached for his umbrella and grabbed his phone, as he rushed from his car to her door as the umbrella came open. Furthermore, he knocked on the door, waiting for her to answer the door. Who knew what this night would bring, he had to tell her, Taylor had to know his true feelings. He was sick and tired of going on failed date after failed date when he knew the right woman for him was there the whole time. He was just too scared and fearful of what it could have done to their friendship. What if things didn't work? Would they still be friends? Taylor laughed as he complained about his date, she'd lost count of the number of times he'd said exactly the same about other girls and other dates. When she heard the click of him disconnecting she began to rummage through her cupboards, searching for flashlights and candles. She found an old box of candles she'd received as a moving in present and blew the dust off the top of it. There were tea lights in the box too, and she lit some of the tiny candles, placing them around her small but cozy living room. They gave the room a soft, romantic feel, but she liked it because it was pretty too. She worked in a small deli, serving coffees, sandwiches and salads to busy office workers, stressed out mothers and quiet old couples. The truth was, Taylor always wanted to find that special someone and be in love with them for the rest of her life, like she saw so many sweet old couples. She'd never really grown out of her teenage punk stage. She still listened to all her old pop punk and post hardcore bands, they made her happy and kept her smiling. She heard the knock on the door and ran to it, not wanting her best friend to stand out in the rain long. Furthermore, she opened it and motioned for him to come in quickly. Furthermore, she closed the door quickly, not wanting to let the storm in too much. Taking his umbrella and his coat, she hung them up before returning to him and giving him a quick friendly hug. "Was it really that bad?" She asked him with a grin, taking his arm and leading him through to the living room lit with tiny candles. Jason smiled as he walked into the home of his best friend, while she leads him into the living room, which was already lit with the tea light candles. "Oh it was and then some. This girl was an awful date, she texted, tweeted, and face booked through the whole time, while throwing back drink after drink. It was as if she'd hoped I'd join her in getting so plastered that we'd end up at her place. So I ended up dropping her back off at her apartment and she tried to kiss me good night. I had to make up a family emergency just to get out of it." The sad part was, Jason had to use that underhanded tactic several different times on dates. It was almost as if he'd plan different excuses on each date to use. He sat down on the couch to relax from the horrible time he had. "This week alone has just been rough. The band is preparing for competition, and it seems like their nerves are caving in the closer it gets, my landlord is on my case about fixing something that wasn't even my fault, and my car's starting to make this funny noise. This week just hasn't been my week." Jason sighed as he leaned into the relaxing couch." So what did you do tonight, anything at all exciting?" Jason smiled at Taylor as he waited for her to join him on the couch. He was more than thankful to have such an incredible friend in his life. Someone who was there when he needed them, someone to listen to him gripe about what was going wrong in his life, and so on and so forth. Most people would get tired of hearing it, but Taylor had stuck with Jason through the years. From the time they were little babies until now, they remained the best of friends, almost inseparable. "There are just times though that I just want to take Eric by the collar and smack him upside the head. What is he thinking with some of these girls. They either party hard, are way too easy, or just as dumb as a box of rocks. Sorry for my ranting tonight, I promise I'll shut up with all this negative stuff. Have any of your girlfriends tried to set you up on any more dates or anything?" "Oh, honey, that sounds awful! It sounds like she had no manners at all!" She said while sitting down beside him on the couch with her legs crossed. "You really had to use the family emergency excuse again, huh?" She knew that Jason had used this many times before, he sometimes even planned it out in advance. "Hey, I'm sure it'll all get better again. Your band is incredible, they'll be amazing at their competition, as soon as your landlord figures out it wasn't your fault they'll get off your case, and your car will be fine." She said, talking through all his problems with him." Oh, you know me, life of the party!" Taylor said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Taylor was pretty shy, and didn't usually go out on nights out. "I just stayed in and watched rubbish TV, my life is exciting..." She tucked her legs underneath her, kneeling on the couch while her back rested on the arm, facing Jason. "They keep trying to set me up on dates, Olivia especially!" She told him. Olivia wasn't her best girlfriend, but she was a good laugh and knew everything about everyone. However, she didn't seem to know Taylor's taste in men. "The last one she set me up on, last weekend, was a total letdown. The guy was so obnoxious and just plain rude! He told me about five minutes into the date that it wasn't going anywhere, I wasn't nearly as hot as Olivia had promised him! I mean, what a total jerk! He kept checking out other girls too, and he wasn't subtle about it at all. He was such a waste of time, and when I tried to explain to Olivia, she wouldn't listen!" Taylor ranted on about her date before stopping suddenly. "Sorry, you really don't need any more negativity right now, I'll stop ranting on about my stupid date." Ever since Jason had called her, she had been thinking a lot about their marriage promise. Maybe she should bring it up with him tonight, but what if he said it was just a silly pact they had made when they were teenagers, and it didn't mean anything? She didn't know what she would do if it destroyed their friendship. Jason listened to her dealings with the jerk from last weekend, and he shook his head in disapproval, "What a jackass. We really have rotten luck when it comes to the opposite sex, but sure enough we'll find what we're looking for before too long. I don't care about listening to your ranting, hell, I do it all the time. I'm surprised that you don't get fed up with me." Jason had a small laugh as they both have been doing their fair share of ranting during the night. As he laughed, all of a sudden, a loud crash of thunder and a flash of lightning knocked out the power, seeing a digital clock nearby loose it's power. She didn't have any lights on, just relaxing candles. "Well, it looks like the power went out. I have an idea of something fun to do take our minds off of our bad days. Want to relive some old memories from the memory book?" Jason smiled, asking her. He thought he remembered where it was, but he wasn't completely sure. He was already coming up with the plan to bring up the pact they made on prom night. This was going to be the biggest risk of their friendship, what if she blew it off as just a silly promise they made in the heat of the moment. The young man was just sick and tired of being hurt and heart broken, and he was sure his best friend was too. They both deserved a life of happiness. This would also be the night to tell her how he really felt. Would she feel the same? Would he even have the courage to go through with it? "We really do have awful luck, don't we? You're right though, I'm sure that we'll both find the right person to settle down with." She said with a smile, as she wondered if she'd already found him. She always loved Jason as her best friend, but all of a sudden she was realizing that maybe she loved him as more than just her best friend. Maybe the marriage promise was the best promise she had ever made. She jumped and screamed a little at the thunder, she had always been afraid of thunderstorms, ever since she was a little girl. She shook her head to shake away the fear and listened to Jason. "I think that's a great idea, just what I need to take my mind off things" She said, changing the shakes of her head to nods. She thought that maybe she should tell Jason how she truly felt about him. She realized with a start that it would break her heart if Jason married someone else, and she lost her best friend. Furthermore, she also thought that if she brought up the topic, and he didn't feel the same way, well that would break her heart too. Furthermore, she had an internal battle with herself as she decided what to do. Eventually, she decided to leave it, and if the perfect moment to tell him how she felt appeared tonight, she would tell him. She smiled at him, grabbed a candle from beside her and looked through her bookshelves to find the memory book they made. Jason waited as she'd go searching for the memory book they had compiled over the years for many of their milestones. The book contained pictures, concert tickets of shows they went to growing up, anything they wanted to save as a memory was kept in the book. His mind kept going back to when he'd come up with the idea to bring up their pact as well as propose as he told her how he felt about her truly. The young man was sure while their mothers would be ecstatic about the news, they'd also be shocked and surprised. To say that Jason was nervous was an understatement. He was putting everything on the line in what he would tell her in a short while on this stormy night. As she'd come back with the book, he'd get it from her so she could safely put the candle down back where it belonged. He opened up the book and the first picture that was seen was a picture of the both of them as babies with their mothers. "You know, you grew up to look just like your mother. I mean you're the spitting of her." Jason smiled as he relaxed on the couch. Settling back onto the sofa, she sat beside him, their shoulders, hips and knees touching. Taylor adored the memory book. Whenever she felt sad she would dig it out and flip through it while talking to Jason on the phone, it always cheered her up. It contained so many memories she never wanted to forget; from ticket stubs to photographs and everything in between. The first photo, of the two of them as babies, always made her laugh. Whilst she was sitting perfectly still, staring at the camera in amazement, Jason was pulling a silly face at her. "You haven't changed a bit, Jason!" she said, laughing at the photo of them. As they flipped through more memories of them as babies, toddlers, children and teenagers Taylor got more and more nervous. She knew that somewhere in the book was a photo of them at prom, and a written promise that should they both have no significant girlfriend or boyfriend when they hit 25, they would get married. She remembered signing it beside Jason's scribble of a signature. They were getting closer to that page, she could tell. She wondered if she should say something about it when they got to it. Should she remind him that they were both 25 now, and as they had just discussed, neither of them seemed to have a significant partner? She wasn't quite sure why she was nervous, but as Jason turned the page, and she saw the faded picture of their prom night, she seemed to tense up in apprehension. The pictured continue to pass, and they continued to share memories and laughs as they looked through the book. Jason's nerves really started to pick up as he knew that the moment of truth started to come. Those same doubts came in his mind as before anytime he wanted to tell her how he felt. Doubts like, she doesn't feel that way about you, you're like her brother who's always been there for her, your friendship will never be recovered if things don't work out. But despite the doubts in his mind, Jason kept on, determined to overcome his doubts and wonders about his plan for the night. Which the plan was, when they got to the picture he'd talk about it as she would do the same as well. Then he'd casually bring up the pact they made and go based off of what she thought of the pact. Did she still even believe in it or was it something silly they did as kids." Would you look at that!" He smiled as he saw a picture that was taken of the both of them on the night of their senior prom along with a couple of other prom pictures, including one professional one they had gotten done. "You know, I don't think I ever told you this, but that ended up being the best night of my life. If it wasn't for Alyse cheating on me, then I would have gone with her without knowing she was still cheating on me. I was much better off anyway. Thanks for going with me." Then he saw the promise they handwrote while talking once they both got home from prom. He recalled the memory as being in her backyard, in the same tree house they spent hours in as little kids reliving the good old days when the opposite sex was never a problem to worry about. That's when they wrote out this promise. "Wow.... I can't believe you saved this." Jason said in a sentimental tone. "That was the perfect end to a perfect night." He smiled huge as he tried to calm himself for a moment before he made the big leap to ask her if it still meant something to her. "Taylor, I have a serious question to ask you. This promise we made? Does it still mean something to you? I mean, the reason I ask is that we're both 25, neither of us are in a serious relationship." Jason said in a tone where he was asking and making a valid point as well. "It was the best night of my life too, it was perfect..." she told him. "I remember Mark had just broken up with me so he could go with that Chelsea girl. Thank you for going with me and not letting me cry over him all night," Taylor said with a smile. Her eyes fell on the handwritten promise at the same time his did, and her nerves built once more. Her doubts were beginning to get the better of her, there was no way that it still meant something to him. "Of course I saved this!" She could see that Jason was nervous for something, although she couldn't work out what it was. As soon as he began to speak, however, she realized immediately. Jason felt the same as she did. She could hardly believe it, but tried to remain calm, maybe he didn't and was just asking to see if it meant something to her. He wouldn't ask if it didn't mean anything to him though, would he? Taking a huge risk she leaned over and pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently. After a few seconds she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "That promise means everything to me, Jason. I've been wanting to talk to you about it ever since you called me after your date, but I didn't know how to. I know, we're both 25 and neither of us is in a relationship," she said simply, before looking at her hands, nervous in case that hadn't been what he meant at all, and he was just asking if it meant something to her. She shouldn't have kissed him, she shouldn't have made that mistake. When Taylor kissed him, he was shocked at first, unable to fully process it until she spoke to him about how the promise meant so much to her. As she stopped talking, Jason, brought her face back to his where he leaned in for a kiss of his own for her. After a brief moment, he broke it off from where she stopped, "And we made that promise to each other. Taylor, I couldn't think of anyone better I'd rather be married to. You're my best friend, the one who always understood me better than even I understood myself sometimes." Jason was still nervous, but he shook it off and told himself that this needed to be done and said. He knew everything he needed to now, she upheld the promise as did she. The kiss was what proved it to him the most. Jason was thankful they were on the same wavelength. He could finally speak his heart and mind to her, because she needed to know everything that was on both of them. Jason continued with what he was saying, "But I don't want to be married as best friends. Because I feel more for you than just a friend. Taylor, I've always been afraid to do and say what we did just now because I cherished our friendship that much. I didn't want anything to complicate it. I mean sure, even as friends we had our arguments and didn't speak for a couple of days, but we always talked it out and apologized. We did because we both knew that if we lost the other, our life would be lost. I'd always imagine what if that happened when we were in a relationship, I'd feel like I couldn't breathe anymore. Knowing that my best friend was gone. But now....now I'm willing to put everything on the line. Taylor, I love you. I have loved you for the longest time, but it wasn't until now that I had the courage to even say it." Jason began to get off of the couch to get down on one knee, looking up at her with loving eyes, "So I've got one thing to ask you. Taylor Woods, will you marry me?" The butterflies in Taylor's stomach were performing backflips as Jason spoke. She was ecstatic that he felt the same way as she did, and could hardly wait to start the rest of her life with him. She watched as he began to move off of the couch, and as he lowered himself onto one knee she had to use all of her self-control to stop from squealing. "You're my best friend, Jason," she began, "The best friend I've ever had, and I couldn't imagine anyone else as my best friend. Every time we've argued and not spoken for a few days has broken my heart, but every time we make up again, I'm happier than I've ever been before. You complete me, and I'm not myself without you. I've realized that I love you more than just my best friend, I love you with all my heart and soul. Jason Matthews, there's no one else I'd rather be married to. Of course, I'll marry you!" She finished her speech with a huge smile on her face, so happy that everything had been said and that they felt the same way about each other. She pulled him into a tight hug, crying a little into his shoulder in happiness. Furthermore, she had meant every word, there was no one else she'd rather marry. Furthermore, she broke the hug, pulling back to look him in the eyes before she spoke. "I love you." Taylor told him, simply and clearly. She wiped away a stray tear of joy and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Jason felt a huge weight lifted off of his shoulders as he found out how Taylor truly felt. Even more so when she'd agree to marry him. Everything was quickly coming together and he could not be any happier. This was the way things were meant to be! Why didn't Jason just tell her all of this the night they talked about it? His feelings for her lasted all this time but yet, it wasn't until his 20s that he realized that the right girl for him was right here all along. When she pulled him back up and hugged him tightly, he returned it, and rubbed his hand along her back. Then she finally said those soft, simple words...' I love you.' As simple and clear as it was, it felt like it spoke so many volumes to his heart. It felt as if fireworks were going off in his heart, mind, and body just to hear those words from her. Jason replied before the kiss, "I love you too." Then their lips rejoined for one more embrace. As they kissed, they held each tight, enjoying the loving embrace. He finally had someone to hold and cuddle with during cold, stormy nights like this one. Taylor was perfect for him in every way, and he couldn't believe that she finally agreed to be his wife. As the kiss lasted longer, it became more passionate and affectionate. His tongue then found its way into her mouth, dancing and playing with hers as they stayed locked in the kiss. His hands started to slowly roam her body, being careful where he touched until he knew for sure what this kiss would lead to. Taylor smiled as they kissed, she couldn't be happier. Everything was falling into place. Jason felt the same as she did, her best friend was now her fiancée. She couldn't wait to start the rest of her life with him. As their kiss became more passionate she pulled back to look him in the eyes. "Jason, just so you know, there's no one else I'd rather be with tonight. In fact, there's no one else I'd rather be with, ever. I love you so much." Taylor told him, blushing and smiling at the same time. She leaned back in, biting his lip gently before his tongue slipped into her mouth. Feeling his hands explore her body she smiled, looping her arms around his neck to play with his hair. As there was another clap of thunder Taylor pulled back, fear clear in her eyes. Her fear of thunderstorms may be irrational, but she had been scared of them ever since she was a little girl. Burying her face into his shoulder, she shook, moving her arms down from his neck to his waist, pulling him in tight. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, "I've completely ruined the moment...". Her voice was small, and she sounded a little upset at ruining the moment. Cuddling into him, she was thankful that Jason was there to hold her when she got scared like this. Jason chuckled and smiled as she jumped and held him tight. He'd forgotten just how scared she'd always get during storms, even growing up she'd latch onto him whenever a storm was going on. And he didn't mind it one single bit, "It's okay Day, I'm used to it. You haven't ruined any moment, because all I know is that I want to be close to you and stay close to you." Jason would call her Day from time to time as a little nickname he'd given her. To this day, even though she'd never say anything, she never commented on his nickname for her which he'd hoped was a good thing. "And I also know another thing," he continued, "there's nobody else I'd rather be close to ever, other than you. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you too, so very much. You always know how to make me smile, and I'll always be here to cuddle with you and keep you safe during storms. I promise." Jason spoke from the heart to her. He meant every word of it. The young man decided to wait out the storm before making another move. They'd sit there and cuddle together, talking and enjoying each other's company when it wasn't going too crazy outside. Eventually, the intensity of the storm subsided and it just became a lot of heavy rain. "I think we're done with the thunder and lightning. So, maybe we could try again with our intimate celebratory moment of becoming engaged?" He smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes as he began to lean his way into her. The room was still only lit with candles, which gave it just the right, romantic feel. He'd finally press his lips back into hers, lightly at first, but then starting to pour a little bit of passion into the kiss. She smiled as he spoke to her and reassured her that everything would be alright. Jason meant so much to her, and as they cuddled on the couch and talked, every now, and then she told him just how important he was to her. As they listened to the storm outside, they held each other close, and he comforted her whenever she got scared again. Eventually it died out and by then Day was completely relaxed in his arms. His nickname for her was just another reason why he was her best friend, no one else called her Day, but it made her smile when he did. "Of course we can try our celebratory moment again," she said, laughing, as he leaned in close again. She held his gaze before his lips reached hers again, happy that she'd lit the room with candles, even she couldn't deny it looked romantic. She couldn't get over how perfect she felt in his arms, how right everything felt. This was the happiest she'd been in years and now the thought of them being apart devastated her. As the passion built in their kiss her hands began to run up and down his back, tracing patterns through his shirt. Pressing herself closer to him her mind went back to their first kiss, the first time they had both ever kissed anyone. It was years ago, but she remembered it vividly, how could she possibly forget it? They had been in the treehouse the back garden of her childhood home. They had been discussing having their first kisses, and he had brought up the idea of them each having their first kiss with each other. She hadn't disagreed, having had a crush on him at the time. Thinking about this she realized that she had always had a crush on him, but had always been too scared to act on it. She was completely relaxed now, his arms were quickly becoming her favorite place to be in the whole world. He held her softly as their lips became one once again, tenderly kissing her soft, pink lips. Her kiss felt like heaven for him, no other woman's kiss came this close at this point. He never felt as alive as he did with anyone else other than Taylor. She was the one person who understood him better than anyone else. As the kiss got deeper, he let his tongue slide into her mouth, dancing with hers. Eventually, his hands slowly started to roam over parts of her body again as their kiss got deeper. It was a wonderful feeling having such an intimate kiss with his best friend, and he couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this moment. He would cherish this night for the rest of his life. She was worth it, not only because she was his best friend, but also his strongest and first love. He'd loved Taylor long before he even knew what love was. At 13 years old, they shared their first kiss with each other. Little did the two kids know then that it'd have such a profound impact on the both of their lives. Even during prom night, they shared a brief heat of the moment kiss. Everyone who knew the both of them knew that Jason and Taylor were perfect for each other. As the passion in their kiss deepened further, his hands became much more bold, rubbing briefly over her most sensitive of places. He wondered if that was okay, what if she stopped in the midst of the kiss to slap him and tell him no? That would have been a serious mood killer. Only time could tell how far this kiss would go and where it'd lead to. The one thing remained constant though, that no matter what would happen that he still loved Taylor, even if she didn't feel ready to go that far with him yet. He was in for the ride no matter what, even if she was ready or not. While they shared such an intimate kiss, his mind went to everything they had to do with their freshly made engagement. Now was when they'd have to plan when and where their wedding was and all the minor details about it. He could tell that no matter what happened, Jason was going to enjoy being with his best friend for life. She was completely relaxed in his arms now, she felt like she belonged there and there was nowhere else she'd rather be. Smiling as they kissed, her grin grew wider as his hands got bolder and began to roam further over her body. She didn't say a word, just deepened the kiss and hoped Jason knew she was okay with what he was doing. They were best friends and could normally communicate without words, she was sure that it would be the same now. She thought about the wedding they would have and realized that she didn't care what it was like, as long as Jason was the man she was marrying she was sure it would be perfect. They would have to plan everything down to the last detail, but she couldn't imagine planning a wedding with anyone else. Jason was her one and only, why was she only realizing this tonight? As their kiss became more and more heated Taylor found herself pressing closer into Jason. She still wasn't sure where this was going, she'd never wondered if Jason wanted to wait until after he was married to have sex. She kept forgetting that now he was her fiancée, now he was more than just her best friend. Furthermore, she had always wondered if they would still be as close when they were married to other people, she had never imagined herself married to him. Furthermore, she was going to be Mrs. Jason Matthews, Taylor Matthews. Furthermore, she couldn't wait until they were married and had a life together. Their tongues played together as her hands moved round to run her fingers over his chest and stomach, and up over his shoulders. They danced on his arms for a while before moving back to his chest and dropping lower to his stomach. Holding them there, she wondered if she should drop them lower still, but decided not to, and moved them back up to rest on his shoulders. Jason could feel how relaxed she was, but part of him knew that Taylor was holding something back. She was nervous about something, but he couldn't figure out what. Their kiss continued to deepen and grow more passionate as his hands became a bit bolder in their movements. They'd eventually lightly brush over her more sensitive areas, her breasts and legs, not quite letting a hand venture towards her private area. He'd save that for when he knew she was okay with them taking things to the next level. He was only hoping she was comfortable with things moving this fast. Jason cared deeply about Taylor and would do anything for her, just to see her bright, happy smile. He was sure that he'd see it more now that they were an official couple, fiancés, engaged to be married. He was still in a state of disbelief that she agreed to marry him, but he was sure that'd fade over time and become more real. The young man hadn't waited until marriage to have sex, he had it before with a couple of his former girlfriends and a couple of one-night stands. All of which, he regretted. One in particular was his last girlfriend a year and a half ago. Erica hated everything about Taylor and even tried to undermine his and Taylor's friendship but her futile attempts never worked. Eventually, she offered him an ultimatum. Jason hated ultimatums, and she knew it, so he chose his best friend over her. Erica wasn't pleased, which resulted in his car getting keyed and trashed one night. Erica was one crazy chick. Thankfully she was way out of the picture. Jason would have given anything for Taylor to be his first, he wanted her to be his first. But life always has a plan. As far as Jason was concerned though, none of his past flames mattered...he was considering Taylor to be his first. He loved her so much that none of the women he'd been with before even mattered anymore. All that mattered was Taylor and this moment. If she was comfortable having sex, they could. If she wanted to wait until their wedding night, they could have done that also. The ball was fully in her court. Just like Jason, Taylor had more than her fair share of bad relationships. A lot of the men she dated were jealous of the friendship she had with Jason, and some even accused her of cheating on them with him. A few had treated her pretty badly, and it had taken Jason convincing her she deserved better than them to get her out of bad relationships in the past. She smiled as they kissed, so glad that he was there and that they were to be married. Still unsure of where the kiss was leading to, she moved her hands up to run her fingers through his hair, playing with the longer strands on the back of his neck. His hands began to explore more of her body, gently and carefully, making sure as not to roam too far. She knew Jason inside out, and could tell that something was up with her best friend. He seemed nervous for some reason, but she couldn't work out why. Slowing the kiss down and eventually breaking it for a second, she looked into his eyes before she spoke. "Is something wrong, Jason? Having second thoughts?" Taylor asked him, laughing, although she was concerned about him. She hoped with all her heart that she hadn't messed anything up, it would break her heart if he left now. Holding his hands and weaving her fingers through his, she looked at him nervously. She bit her lip, something she did every time she was nervous. What if Jason didn't feel the same spark she did, and realized that he had made a mistake in asking her to marry him? She couldn't imagine him leaving and never coming back, he had been a part of her life for longer than both of them could remember. As Taylor broke the kiss, he realized that his mind was weighing a little too heavy on what would happen next instead of taking a bold chance in acting. She was always able to read the young man like a book, something he still couldn't understand how she could even when he concealed things so well. "Oh no, I'm not having second thoughts at all. I was just trying to...umm...figure out what our kiss would lead to. You're a really great kisser and that's well...kinda making me want to....ya know...take things a little further. But.... I don't know how you'd feel about it. If you wanted to wait or what you wanted to do. But if you want to wait, then I'd be perfectly fine with that. I'm more than willing to wait for you. I've waited this long to tell you how I felt when I should have done it years ago." He expressed as he finally got out what was on his mind.(Sorry it's on the short side, having a small bout of writer's block) Taylor leaned forwards, pressing her lips to his gently for a second before pulling back. "Jason..." she began, choosing her words carefully before she continued. "I... Wherever... Whatever you want to do tonight is completely fine with me, wherever this goes is okay, as long as I'm with you... If you want to wait I'll wait for you, I'd wait for you forever if that's what you wanted..." Taylor blushed as she spoke. "I'd love to take things further tonight, but if you're not comfortable with it, I can wait. I love you, Jason." Blushing as she finished, interlocking her fingers with his, she looked up at him, smiling whilst biting her lip.(I must say I'm in the same boat, this week hasn't been great for inspiration) There was something about the way that Taylor looked at that moment that made Jason go crazy. The way she smiled, biting her lip just looked so sexy to him at that moment. He leaned back in close to her has he held her hand, pressing his lips against hers once again. Their kiss would get a little deeper as his tongue pushes past her lips, dancing with hers once again. His hands began to roam all over her body slowly and seductively, feeling her all over. Eventually, he broke the kiss softly, kissing along her jawline and down her neck, lightly breathing on her neck. He'd eventually kissed up to her ear, whispering in it, "Should we take this to your room?"((Better a week late than never, lol I promise that I'll try for more length as we get going further.)) Seeing the look in Jason's eyes as she finished her speech, she grinned as he leaned back in close to her. He kissed her differently, with more passion and more lust, holding nothing back. As he whispered in her ear she simply nodded, grabbing his hand once more and running up the stairs with him in tow, skipping into her room and closing the door behind her once they were both standing beside her bed. Staying on her feet, she wrapped her arms around him again, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss him once more. With one hand in his hair, running her fingers through it again and again, the other hand traced patterns up and down his back.(Don't worry about it, I'll try for longer posts later too.) Jason lead Taylor onto her bed as they continued this hot, sexy make out session. This seemed like such an elaborate dream and that any moment he'd wake up and find he was still miserable without the one woman he loved dearly and cared deeply for. Taylor was everything to him, from the time they were so very little up to now, she was his past, present, and future. The way her touch felt on him was like electricity, the shock and power of it just sent waves of emotion, pleasure, and desire for his best friend, now fiancé. There was still so much to do, get her ring, set a date, plan the wedding itself, all of it seemed so complicated. But what mattered the most was the fact that he was marrying his best friend. His one and only true love. This night had turned from absolute disaster into totally perfect. He never thought he would have had the courage to tell her everything he felt, but he did it, and it felt so good that she felt the same way for him. Jason Matthews was totally in love with Taylor Woods. As the passion in their kiss continued to intensify, his hands were all over her body as she traced along his back. Eventually, the hot and passionate kiss lead to clothing being removed. First her shirt, then came his, next her bottoms, then his slacks. It was at this point that they were now both stripped down in their underwear. He'd seen Taylor in her bra and panties before on accident, but that time was when they were still only friends. Even then, he couldn't help but to think how well she filled out the underwear and even now seeing it up close she had curves in all the right places. She had a perfect feminine figure, and just looking at her body was causing a reaction in the lower part of his body. It had eventually become visible through his boxer-briefs that his cock was getting hard, not just by the kiss but also by looking at her. And the best part was that she was all his, nobody else would ever get to have her ever again. As they'd continue to kiss and breathe heavily, he'd reach behind her and begin to unhook her bra, eventually getting it unhooked. He was sure that this would be a very fun night.((There we go, I got some length back. Sorry for being so long in replying, preparing for finals sucks ass)) With her hands all over Jason, and his all over her, Taylor grinned as they made out like teenagers. It was hot, sexy, and had a definite hunger to it. There was still a slight air of romance in the room, Taylor cared for Jason so much, she always had, and she always would. She kept wondering why she had never realized how much he meant to her. Helping him to slide her shirt up over her head, she pulled back and watched him, grinning. As he took his own shirt off, she threw hers across the room, not caring where it landed. As they eventually got stripped down to their underwear, Taylor glanced down at her body. She had been told in the past that she had the perfect figure, but was extremely self-conscious of herself. Noticing the effect she was having on him, she stopped herself from covering up. Leaning back in towards him, she pushed a lock of his hair off his face. Once he had her bra unclasped, she slid the straps down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. Rolling onto her back, she felt him lean over her and deepen the kiss again. Taylor was still unsure how Jason managed to add more passion to their kiss, she had never kissed or been kissed by anyone like this. In a way, she was excited by where this night went, but part of her was still nervous. What if tomorrow morning he woke up and regretted this whole night? She shook the thoughts off, knowing that he loved her and that she loved him. He wouldn't leave her, he wouldn't. Hooking her thumbs around the waistband of his boxer-briefs, she grinned, starting to pull them down.((Don't worry about it, good luck for finals!)) Jason then began to break the kiss and kissed along her jaw line, then kissing down to her neck. While he'd kiss on it, also lightly sucking and blowing as he kissed, his hand slowly began to find one of her breasts. The young man began to softly caress it, kneading it a bit to get a feel of her luscious mound. Love as well as lust coursed through the young man's veins as he did all that he could to pleasure the young woman in this intimate moment. He'd then kiss his way down to her breasts, taking the other one in his mouth to suck on it. As he'd suckle on her, his tongue would also come into play, flicking along her nipple while his hand that played with the other breasts ran his palm along her other nipple, giving her a new set of pleasurable sensations. Jason was already semi-erect from the excitement of getting to make love and fuck his best friend, now fiancé, of so many years. The one girl he saw as unattainable, he finally had her and finally saw her completely naked for the first time. After a while of giving her breasts some pleasure, he then kissed further down still. He was going to treat Taylor like a queen and give her all the sexual pleasure he could give. He wanted to give her attention that he wondered if any other man she'd been with had ever done for her. She deserved nothing but the best. Once Jason reached his destination, he kissed the outside of her pussy and slowly let his hands roam up and down her thighs. He then began to flick his tongue over her clit and slowly slid a finger into her tight womanhood. Taylor was very tight to even get his finger it. It seemed to him as if it was a very long time since she'd had sex. But Jason was more than honored that he was getting to be lucky enough to have sex with her.((Sorry it was late, I've been still trying to play some catch up)) Arching her back off the bed as Jason's mouth found her most sensitive spot, she cried out gently. Using one hand to push her own hair out of her face, she buried the fingers of her other hand in his hair, holding his head in place. Feeling his finger begin to explore her insides, she moaned, biting her lip hard. The pleasure Jason was giving her was different to anything else she had ever experienced. He was careful and gentle, although there was a definite hunger to it. She knew she was on the tighter side as far as her pussy was concerned, and was worried that he might have some difficulty. Glancing down at him, he seemed to be fine for the time being. Totally relaxed now, she started to moan quietly, gradually adjusting to the feeling of his finger inside her. Moaning louder now, Taylor began to buck her hips up gently, inviting him further inside her. Moving her hand down from her own hair, she began to slowly squeeze and rub her chest, gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. The heat between her legs was like a burning flame, she had never felt more alive than she did now.(Sorry for such a short post, writer's block isn't good at all!)

The Marriage Promise (jlh112586 x notexactlyaverage)|rating:3.0

I'd like to teach you all the rules (Ice and Niko)

The roar of the crowd. It gave a better high than any drug, and Stephen, or Steel, as he was known to his bandmates and fans, should know. He'd tried pretty much everything that was on offer. But this - hearing hundreds of people chanting their name, screaming in desperation... the heat permeating the darkness in the wings, the air throbbing with a type of electricity that made Steel close his eyes for a split second, breathing it in - it never got old, not after six years on the road. This was the life that he'd dreamed of since he was a kid, the only life he'd ever wanted to live. He'd say that the money was irrelevant, and perhaps that was true, but money opened a lot of doors, even the ones that left Fame simply knocking. He'd gotten used to having what he wanted, when he wanted it. Like Ash. Three days ago, Ash had been Steel's favorite toy. Three days ago, the boy went everywhere with him. Shared his hotel rooms, kept him company in the tour bus. He'd wait backstage, or even on stage sometimes, sitting next to the amp, obedientlywaiting. Steel got off on that. Everyone knew that Steel got off on that. Even at the start of his career, he'd had fairly submissive boyfriends, but as his fame and relative power increased, the boyfriends got younger, more willing to do whatever he wanted them to. Over the last couple of years, they'd definitely become pets rather than boyfriends. Especially Ash. Ash had worn a collar... sometimes even a leash. It worked with the image of the band, fitting seamlessly in with the studded leather costumes and extreme lifestyle the men of the band were a walking advertisement for. Snare. Nearly every twenty-something guy and girl in the huge room was wearing a shirt bearing that name. But the problem with getting whatever you wanted on a silver platter, was that it became too easy... and Steel grew bored quickly these days. And that had been the end of Ash's time with the band. Steel wasn't a complete bastard, he'd sent the boy off with a decent amount of money and an all-paid first class trip back home. But now he was on the lookout for something new, his eyes straining into the darkness of the crowd, admiring each screaming fan in the front row like cattle in a meat market as they headed back onstage to play their final encore.--Aftershow parties were the norm. The guys were always on such a buzz of adrenaline that it was impossible to calm down after a gig. Steel had showered and switched his stage outfit for a more comfortable pair of black jeans, black vintage band shirt and a leather studded jacket - just a nod to the band's image. His hair was still wet, hanging just short of his shoulders, a few dark, almost black, strands sometimes falling into his eyes. With a shot in one hand, and a lager chaser in the other, he was watching the door of the room, his piercing green eyes on the bouncers as they turned pleading girls away, a smirk on his features. He'd never been interested in girls, but his ego still liked to see them begging to get in. Steel downed his shot, set the glass down and then rubbed his fingertips lightly over his stumbled chin, his head turning vaguely towards Sniper (Andrew), the lead guitarist, who was enthusing about something at his side. There was a part of him that was missing Ash. Not because of the boy himself, but rather he missed having someone sitting on his lap, or fetching his drinks. But he was reminded, as he looked back to the door, that there were hundreds of willing fans out there who would drop everything else for him. He just had to find something he liked the look of... and then it would be new and interesting once more. New and exciting. Caleb had always been a sheltered child. His parents dictated everything he did and rejected everything he wanted to do. He was 18 and his parents still bought the clothes that they wanted him to wear and, picked the entertainment that they wanted him to witness; mainly Christian programming and children's movies. He was their darling little angel his whole life, and frankly he was getting sick of it. Furthermore, he wanted to go and hang out with what little friends he did have, and do thing other 18-year-old's did. Furthermore, he was tired of being the good boy that everyone avoided because they thought he was two pretentious, and most of all he wanted to do something stupid and daring; like stay out all night and do... stuff. So when his "Friends" said something about going to crash an after party at a concert he asked if he could come along. When they looked at him funny, and asked if he even knew who "Snare" was he scoffed and bragged and told them that he had all their CD's. Of course, it was a lie, but he wouldn't tell him that, or they would have never let him go along. He grinned just thinking about coming up with ways to sneak out of the house for the upcoming night. It was all too exciting for him and even just thinking about it was giving him a rush. He wondered why he never thought of doing something like this earlier. When the day came he had feigned ill to get out of going to the evening church program and laid in bed in a pitiful state until his parents' car disappeared down the street. Finally, when the coast was clear he threw off his pajamas and put on the best outfit he had. And after he ran a few blocks to the car that was waiting for him, he knew he was in the clear. His heart pounded in anticipation of doing something he had longed to do for the past few weeks, giving him the instant confidence boost of doing anything he wanted. Even though he couldn't hear himself talk over the loud obnoxious noise these people called music, he still enjoyed himself feeding off of the people around them and trying to copy their reactions. Truthfully, he felt out of place with his khaki pants and button down shirt standing next to the leather, chains, and cliché Mohawks. He felt incredibly over dress and tried to ignore the incredulous looks that were thrown his way. He didn't have to dwell on it long, however, because Jamie, one of the boys that he rode with, started to drag him thought the now leaving crowd to the back rooms of the building. Furthermore, he didn't know what was going on, but guessed that they were about to go crash this party, by the sounds of their conversation, but to tell you the truth he was seriously starting to get annoyed by all the people, and was ready to go home so he could get back before his parents came in his room to check on him. Furthermore, he knew they had to be home by now, but they usually did bible study in their bedroom before they turned in for the night, and he'd be damned if he wasn't there by the time they finished. When they reached the designated room there the party was being held he noticed very large stature men just standing outside. He didn't know why they were just standing outside the room until he and his group reached the doors. It was then that he realized that these people were guards like at his dad's work, and it was also then that he knew they weren't getting into this party. He let his moronic friends try to talk their way in, though, hoping they could get it out of their system so they could go. They were his ride back home. After being thoroughly rejected, in his eyes, he turned to leave, but his arm was grabbed, and he was practically shoved into what looked liked a bears' chest. " Hey, look man he's never been to a party before, so we figured that we would bring him along to lose his partying virginity to the greatest one there is !" He looked at the bouncers' face with a stunned look on his face, before he turned a heated glare to the asshole he was dumb enough to call an acquaintance. He couldn't hide the flush that was rising up his neck, turning his ears a bright red. Talk about humiliating. "Come on, what say. For the noob" If he could choke this bastard without getting arrested he would. Commotion at the door, and this time it was male voices rather than pleading girls. Taking a large slug of his beer, Steel pulled himself out of his seat, completely blanking his guitarist as he meandered towards the door, ears trained on the conversation. It was a small group of boys - three, no four of them were nothing out of the ordinary; Steel could even make out a Snare tee half-hidden underneath one of the guys' jackets. But the final kid... oh nowthatwas interesting. He stuck out like a sore thumb. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Steel's lips as he approached the door, just in time for the kid to be pushed right into the bouncer's chest... and his friends words to pique his interest even more. Virginity. Partying virginity, in the context, but the word simply grabbed Steel's attention, sending a slight shiver down the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end. This was definitely new and exciting... and as he casually leaned an elbow on the bouncer's shoulder, he couldn't help but crack a grin at the group of boys." You mentioned something about the greatest one there is?" And it was obvious from the smirk on his face and the aura of his body language that he believed they were talking about him... even if they weren't. His eyes drifted over the innocent-looking kid they'd just pushed forward. Cute, sure... cuter with that deep red blush covering his face. Catching his eyes, Steel flashed the boy a wink, then looked to the taller boy standing behind him. Hishandlerfor the moment. "Never been to a party before?" He repeated. Normally he'd think it was simply a desperate attempt at entry, but by the boy's clothes and attitude, he could completely believe it was the case. Steel chuckled softly. Oh, this would be a baptism of fire, no doubt about that. He paused, taking the moment to raise his beer bottle to his lips, draining the rest of it slowly, knowing all eyes were on him." Ok," he said finally, as if reaching a decision, although honestly he'd known from the minute he'd approached the door. "Let them in," with a smirk, he moved his hand to the boy's lower back, nudging him into the room and then pulling him aside as he counted the rest of the small group in, pulling them past the bouncer one at a time. Obviously, the rest of the hopefuls waiting outside saw this as their chance, and as he stepped backwards, letting the bouncers restrain the hysteria, he simply shrugged, smirked and turned on his heel, leaving the unlucky ones screaming his name as the bouncers did their job. With a chuckle, he sneaked behind the innocent looking boy, stroking lightly down the boy's lower back, leaning over his shoulder to look at his obviously more experienced friends. "Drinks are free lads," he said finally, a strong English accent to his words. "Get me one or two while you're there," he added, looking at them expectantly, "and grab one for your friend... we'll be over there," signalling with his eyes, he caught the kid by his wrist, chuckling softly at his deer-in-headlights expression and leading him into the party properly, winding his way through groups of people until finally he came to a stop, turning back to the boy with a smile, "So... got a name, kid?" Caleb's friends were still trying to state their case into being let in when a tall dark haired guy came up casually and leaned against the bouncer. He looked back at his friends when they all started to grow quite, their mouths agape, and eyes like saucers. Frowning at the change of demeanor, he turned back to the newcomer just in time to see a wink that was aimed his way making him lean more towards the other direction. If that wasn't a creep move then he didn't know what was. He tried to back up a good distance from the dark haired man, but unfortunately he was still held in place by Jamie who would be damned if his opportunity would be ruined. " Wow Steel in the flesh" He gasped in excitement, a huge grin had spread across his face as he waited for the verdict of if he could come in or not. Caleb, however, wasn't as impressed because, frankly, he didn't know who this Steel guy was. What kind of name was Steel anyway? Who would want to be named after an alloy? He felt a tug on his arm that drew him out of his musing and looked over to his current captor with a sour look on his face. He had completely missed the question that was aimed at him, and didn't know he was even supposed to answer one. Jamie, ever the helpful person, gave the rock star an affirmative as he watched his idol drink from his beer. It was defiantly a lovely thing to see. The others waited with bated breath hoping their little ticket would allow them to access the party of their dreams, and when it did, it took everything they had not to scream out like the fan girls that was standing behind them. Caleb was unsure about being let in, and even more leery of his current company when he felt a touch slide down his back before coming to rest at the small of his back. It sent a shiver up his spine and made, his shoulders tense up instantly. What was this party? He didn't think that touching was involved at parties, well not at the Church dances he attended. And there was definitely no contact like this from another male. He leaned away from the face that was mere centimeters away from his own. He started to decline the offer of alcohol, but his friends had already bounded off to either answer this creeps wishes or do their own thing. So here he was alone with a stranger, in a strange place. His father would be proud. His eyes grew in size when slender fingers wrapped around his wrist and practically gasped when he was pulled deeper into the crowd. His heart hammered in his chest with anticipation, and not the good kind. Where they're going to have him commit a crime, kidnap and kill him, or sacrifice him to Satan. God, he hoped it was the first one, because he couldn't be found here dead with creepy blood symbols on his stomach." So...got a name, kid?" He blinked out of his thoughts when he heard he was being spoken to and wondered if he should even be talking to this man he was a stranger after all. "Uh, Its Caleb. Caleb Thompson" He said timidly, only deciding to do so the second he spoke up. Steel was beginning to get the impression that this kid had no idea who he was. He wasn't sure whether to be offended or happy. He couldn't imagine what sort of life the boy had been living where he hadn't experienced a party... not even a house party with friends? It seemed no, at least by the kid's reaction, flinching away from his touch, eyes wide like saucers taking in the party like he'd just walked into a satanic orgy. His friends were more promising, heading swiftly away towards the drinks table, and Steel didn't have a doubt that they'd get him a drink. It was what people did. Obeyed him. Except this kid... and why...why was that so attractive? Because it was different, he supposed. Anyone in this room would give two out of four appendages to be standing with Steel's arm around them, but Caleb twisted out of his grip like his contact burned. Deciding not to push too hard too soon, Steel shoved both hands in his pockets, taking a half step back to give the boy some breathing room. "I'm Steel," he responded, his voice loud enough only to be heard over the music that permeated the room. When was the last time he'd actually had to introduce himself? "I'm in Snare..." he added, as a context, although he was starting to get the idea that it wouldn't have the effect it usually did. He felt like maybe he should go even further to add 'it's a band'... but he supposed the kid was smart enough to figure that one out for himself." So what's this about? Because as much as you're giving off the 'I got dragged here against my will' vibe... you must have agreed to this at some point. Rebelling against your parents?" It was a decent guess. And maybe the boy was younger than he looked, which flagged up warning signals for Steel. Last thing he, and the band, needed was an underage scandal. Narrowing his eyes a little, he focused on Caleb's face, watching his reaction carefully as he asked, "How old are you?" Caleb felt a bit of relief when the man stepped away from him, and let his hands copy the taller male by sticking his hands in the pockets. "Steel? Is that your real name? " He asked a bit unsure of if he should have asked, but he was curious. He was about to mention that he may have seen him on stage, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself by getting it wrong. Why was he getting the attention from a band member? It wasn't like he was something special, especially compared to all the people in here. He couldn't help the startled look on his face when he was read correctly. It was like his mind was read and it kind of freaked him out. " Uh why do you want to know?" He asked a bit leery his stance shifted from foot to foot, like he couldn't sit still. Despite all the nervousness and auspiciousness he was still intrigued by the man and his crowd. The accent told him that he wasn't from nowhere around here, and it made him curious, but not curious enough to do something stupid." I turned eighteen this month, but that's a legal age to attend parties so I'm good" He was quick to blurt out the legality of him being there so he wasn't thrown in jail for being underage. "Feels more real to me than my given name, which is Stephen," he responded honestly. "I haven't been Stephen for years... well... except on my tax form," he chuckled, turning slightly so he could lean back against the wall behind him. He knew from Caleb's expression that he'd been dead on about his reasons for being here. Not that it had been difficult to guess, he must have seen hundreds of young kids trying to do exactly the same thing. He'd never needed to rebel himself... both of Steel's parents had been fairly hard core rockers themselves. He'd grown up with this. Furthermore, he shrugged as Caleb asked why he was interested. "Just trying to get a handle on you," he replied with a grin, "And you know... if you're trying to rebel, you ought to do it properly. Relax a little." As Caleb quickly defended his right to party, Steel couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not sure if there's a law against attending parties, is there?" he asked, although to be fair, U.S. law was one big ol' mystery to him the majority of the time. Drinking age was 21 here, but Steel couldn't care less about that. Wasn't like there were any police about to bust in on them. And talking of drinking... Steel's eyes swept across the room, trying to see if Caleb's friends were returning - or more importantly, bringing them both a drink... because Steel had a feeling that a little bit of alcohol in Caleb's system would make all the difference. "Uh well that's what I was told" He said conveniently forgetting to mention that it was his parents that told him that; he dropped his head at the mess-up, the blush crept back up to his face. HE tried to follow Steel's direction and relax, but it was harder than it looked to do so. He thought back on the singers real name, it wasn't unusual for someone to prefer a nickname over their given name, but that name wasn't normal even in nickname terms. " I actually like Steven." He said. Just as his friends popped up from nowhere, drinks in hand." Here you go Mr. Steel Sir." one of the older looking boys said before passing along the requested beverages, he even manually made Caleb grasp the drink that was passed to him, because he knew the hermit wouldn't take it otherwise." I-I don't think I should drink this." Caleb insisted trying to give away the drink. He knew if he was caught drinking there would be hell to pay in his house. When no-one stepped up to take it he stared at the cup, willing it to disappear. He cracked a small smile as Caleb said that he liked his name. Cute. Smirking as his friends returned, he took the bottle from the kid with a "Cheers," enjoying the way that he'd called him sir. See, now that had been easy. He'd told them to fetch him a drink and they had. So why was he getting hung up on the one boy in the whole room that was resisting him. Because he just wanted what he could get right away? Because he was bored with the boys that obeyed without question off the bat? Steel's eyes drifted over the other guys, as Caleb tried to pass his drink off." Your friend here is quite a character," he murmured to the other boys before lightly nudging Caleb's shoulder with his own arm. "Come on, it won't kill you. Drink up. You'll enjoy yourself more." Raising his own bottle to his lips he took a long swig before adding, "Nothing to be worried about either... no-one will go tattling to your folks." But as he watched Caleb, Steel's mind was starting to formulate a game plan. The boy was too fresh to the idea of being out. Chances were he wouldn't have much to drink tonight and Steel seriously doubted that anything else would come of the evening. It had to be a slower game than that. He had to take his time. Lure the boy in comfortably. Luckily the band was in town for the week, so there was a little bit of maneuverability. Turning his attention to the other boys, he raised an eyebrow, asking innocently, "So did you guys see the show tonight?" He had already figured the answer was no. Caleb definitely hadn't been at the concert, and as they'd all turned up together chances were that none of them had been. "Because, y'know, I get a certain amount of free tickets to give away... and I still got a bunch for the day after tomorrow. If your buddy is up for it," with a grin, he playfully knocked Caleb's shoulder again, but as he raised his eyes to the boy's friends, his unspoken message between the lines was that if Caleb wasn't there, there'd be no entry. "I'll leave them at the door on the night for ya. Tell them Rattlesnakes bite. Enjoy the party." And with a wink at Caleb and a nod at the others, he turned and headed off through the crowd. The boys practically shit themselves when they heard that there were tickets waiting for them, but that soon was toned down by the look that they were given. How in the hell were they going to get Caleb to go with them to the concert coming up. They would have to figure something out, but either way Caleb was going. Caleb wanted to protest really but, he was becoming curious as the things going on at the party. He didn't let his curiosity overshadow his judgment though. He heard that there were tickets waiting for them, he thought that he wouldn't be able to get up the gumption to do this again so he didn't plan on grabbing one. It was when he noticed the look on his friends faces as they nodded to the singer and then looked each other. He knew that they were going to try and get him to go along with them. Frankly, he didn't know if he wanted to or not. The place was definitely exciting, but it wasn't an excitement that he was used to. He looked over to Steel as he was leaving and shifted when he saw another wink that was aimed at him. He had really hoped that the guy was just being friendly the first time around, but now he knew for sure that he was gay, and hitting on him. Furthermore, he heard the Snickers from the crowd he was with but ignored the slight indication that they saw it as well. What he couldn't ignore was arm that was draped across his shoulders and the whisper in his ear that he and that steel character would make a cute couple. With a frown he slipped out of the teens arms and started to make his way for the door. He had had enough of this place and the company he was with. Even if he had to walk he was going home. Now. He had left out of the room passing the mane with the tickets and the people that were still waiting to get in, and he turned down a hall that looked like the one he went down earlier. Unfortunately it wasn't and he ended up getting himself lost. He ended up in a room that held some equipment and spare instruments. "God Dammit!" He winced at his language and looked up to the ceiling" I'm sorry God" He made his way back out and looked around to the empty corridor. He was so intent on leaving he didn't pay attention to the order of turns he made. With his frustration building he started to make his way back the way he thought he came. Wandering off to catch up with his bandmates, Steel tried to put thoughts of Caleb aside for the night. There was no point thinking about it now. He was certain that the other guys would do everything they could to get Caleb to go to that concert, and once there Steel could catch up with them and make his next move. For now, he planned to get drunk and enjoy the rest of the party. Downing the bottle that the boys had brought him, he spotted Sniper and headed his way, leaning heavily on the slightly shorter guy's shoulder with a grin. "No luck?" Sniper asked with a smirk, knowing full well that Caleb had caught Steel's eye. Steel rolled his eyes and gave the guy a shove. They'd been friends for years, well before the band had gotten their break, and no-one knew him better than Sniper. With one last glance back the way he'd come, Steel's eyes scanned over the group of boys. No Caleb. A light frown crossed his features, only deepening as he could see two of the boys were arguing about something. With a sigh, he turned back that way, heading over to the boys. "Where'd your friend get to?" he asked, with a frown. The boys shrugged, muttering something about him leaving... and Steel tried to suppress the rising anger, turning on his heel and heading for the door and out into the corridor, brushing sharply through the small crowd on the other side. Typical teenagers to leave one guy - who obviously had no idea where he was or what he was doing - to make his way home alone. Did they honestly expect that naive kid to cope by himself? With a snarl, Steel pushed through a group of fans asking for his autograph, turning down one corridor and then the next, his eyes peeled for the boy. He shouldn't be too hard to find in the sea of black and metal. Surely he was the only person in the whole building dressed in khaki... Turning a corner, his eyes finally fell on the boy and with a relieved sigh, he strode over to him. "Hey, Caleb!" Taking the boy by the shoulder, he paused, summing up the situation for a moment. "If you're going home, let me get you a taxi. Shitty area round here, wouldn't want you ending up getting into trouble." Caleb was about to turn down another hall when he heard his name being called. He frowned knowing only a few people knew who he was and only one who had a British accent. He turned and braced himself as he was approached, but there was also a strong feeling of relief. "Hey." He answered, unsure of why this guy was following him, but was grateful for it. In his relief of being found and not having to wander the halls any longer, he wasn't as bothered by the hands that was on him. Steel even looked as if he was relieved to find him, which surprised him. He silently wondered why." Uh, I don't have the money for a taxi. Not enough anyway." He said immediately fishing out his wallet to check to see how much he had, and sure enough he only had about twenty bucks. HE didn't think that would get him far with that amount. "I don't think I'll get far with this." He sighed in frustration. "I think I can make it alone. I mean it isn't that far from my home." He knew it was a lie, but he didn't want to look like an even bigger loser in front of this guy. "Money's not a problem," Steel replied, shrugging as he did so and lightly pushing Caleb's wallet down to encourage him to put it away. "So I can pay for your taxi home now... or you can stick around and share one with me at the end of the night," He didn't think Caleb was going to go for the second option, seeing as he had already made it clear he didn't want to stay at the party, but there was no harm in trying. "Or share one back to mine now," he added with a playful smirk. "I'm staying at The Grand, just across town." It was a luxury hotel and Steel was in one of the nicer suites. It made up for other nights spent roughing it in the tour bus." But just being frank, kid, I ain't letting you walk out of here by yourself. You'll only get yourself mugged and killed." Crossing his arms across his chest, he waited to see which of the options Caleb would go for. "And if you ask me, your friends are assholes for letting you go off on your own." Caleb heard the options and seriously contemplating them slightly feeling this rebellious kick he was on, but he didn't think he could take anymore. " I just want to go home" He said putting his wallet back away and sighed. " I'm sorry if I seem like a dick, but this isn't what I was expecting. No offense, but the people in there are creepy looking and some look like killers." He hopes that he didn't seem like the way he described because frankly he didn't think he would be able to defend himself properly if this guy decided he wanted to kick his ass for the snarky remarks of the men fans. He bit his lip out of nervousness and stuffed his hands in his pockets and shifted from foot to foot. "Well they're not really my friends, A few acquaintances I chat with at lunch" He looked up at the man and could see that he wasn't one to relent easily and sighed again, but this time in defeat. "Ok, I'll take the taxi, I don't really cause problems." Steel watched with his arms still crossed as Caleb considered his options. Finally, the answer that he's been expecting came, and Steel tried to ignore the disappointment that welled up inside. He'd known that Caleb wouldn't bite at his offers, and yet he'd still hoped. His eyebrows hitched as Caleb started talking about the people at the party and for a moment it looked like he might take offense. But then his face split into a good-natured grin and a soft chuckle turned into a full laugh. "Yeah, yeah, shame you ain't sticking around because later on we sacrifice babies to the devil," he replied, playfully, wondering how much of Caleb's fear was influenced by his family background. For a kid to be this straight-laced and afraid to rebel, he had to have had one hell of a sheltered upbringing. As Caleb started talking about his 'friends', Steel's well-masked disappointment only grew. There wasn't a chance in hell that Caleb was going to be at that concert the day after tomorrow. His game plan had been relying on good old peer pressure, but it was obvious that he'd misjudged the boys' friendship. Caleb wanted to go home, and he wouldn't be coming back. Game over. Steel struggled to keep these thoughts from reaching his face, although the beers he'd had earlier weren't helping much with that. "Well you need to get yourself better acquaintances." He murmured. Most teenagers were dickheads though, weren't they? Caleb agreed to the taxi, and Steel nodded. He really wouldn't have let the kid turn the offer down, even if it had meant physically dragging the boy to the cab himself. He wasn't going to hold himself responsible for the naive kid's wellbeing. If anything did happen to him when walking home, he'd never forgive himself. "Good," he said, offering Caleb a brief smile and starting to head towards the main reception of the building. He was starting to think he might as well just head back to his hotel room. Going back to the party just didn't seem as appealing anymore. He knew there were others, plenty of guys more than willing to entertain him, but it had been a while since Steel had actually been denied something that he wanted. The sensation was unusual, unexpected and unpleasant. Pulling his own wallet out of his pocket, he thumbed through the notes there, having to pause to distinguish how much they were worth. Dollars all looked the same, he'd never get his head around that. He wasn't sure how far Caleb lived, and he didn't want to ask and freak him out, but $100 ought to be enough, so he pulled that out, shoving his wallet back into his back pocket. They reached the entrance and Steel could see a few cabs lined up outside the building, waiting, so he headed outside, pausing in front of one of them and turning to Caleb. Folding the notes, he passed them to the kid before digging a bit of paper and a sharpie out of his pocket and scribbling down a phone number. "If it's more than that, give me a call, and I'll come and rescue you," he murmured, passing Caleb the number. Caleb knew that Steel was joking when he mentioned sacrificing babies, but he couldn't help but scrunch up his nose for a second. He stared at him like his mind was gone but didn't say anything, because he didn't think that Steel would even care. He glanced at the taller male and wondered what he really was like without all the makeup and black. What was he like just at home and with no one watching. The longer he followed the singer the more he felt like actually talking to him, because he wanted to know. Unfortunately he wouldn't be able to, so with a dejected sigh he just followed along silently. It wasn't long till they were outside in the balmy night, and a gently blowing breeze. He took a deep breath of air, clean air, away from smoke and booze, and actually smiled the first time the day. He liked the night, when it's calm and quite and no one was bothering him every chance they got. " Yeah, but humans need socialization, and they don't bother me too much." He said casually thinking it was a good opportunity to get to know someone new. At first, he wasn't sure about the guy and grew nervous at the touching. He didn't want to do something bad again, so he was grateful for Steel understanding and basically backing off. Now, though the company was quite nice. He felt bad that he was taking the man's money, and knew he was going to pay him back instantly. In just this short time of knowing him, he was nothing but nice to him, and he didn't want to take advantage of that. He reluctantly took the money and nodded his thanks" Uh your here this week I heard. I'll pay you back. " He said as he watches him fish out a piece of paper before taking the offered item, and studying it as he listened the singer. He had to keep his head firmly down to hide the blush that he knew was showing through, if the burning in his ears were any indication. Rescued? What about now? He looked back on the money needing to focus on something else. He couldn't just take 100 bucks and walk away like that, especially from someone who helped him out without question." Thanks, uh Steven. I really appreciate it." He awkwardly took his hand and shook it before he picked a cab and got inside. He wanted to leave before he said or did anything that would be an embarrassment to himself. Furthermore, he was about to give the address when his phone started to ring, making his heart stop mid beat. Furthermore, he pulled the offending object out of his pocket already knowing who would be calling him. Furthermore, he stared at it for a second before answering it with a great deal of dread. Furthermore, he thought he would have been able to handle it, but frankly the screaming and harsh words from his father had him scared shitless. There was noway he was going home tonight, or if by any indication from what was being said a few days. He apologized to the cabby and got out of the cab to come face to face with hopefully savior. "I Think I'm in some trouble." he said stuffing the phone back in his pocket. Steel returned the handshake and took a step backwards, although didn't make a move to leave. He didn't want to go until he saw that the kid got away safely... and besides, now he was starting to think he'd just grab a taxi and head back to his hotel anyway. There were beers in the mini bar and porn on the TV. Enough to keep him occupied for the rest of the evening. But before Caleb could get going, the boy's phone rang, and Steel tried not to pay too much attention, although he could hear shouting on the other end of the line, even through the glass window of the cab. Ah, that was right... Caleb was defying his parents. Out without permission, no doubt. And now Caleb was getting back out of the cab. Steel pulled a face, torn for a moment over whether he should be acting as the responsible adult in the situation. But no. The last thing Caleb needed in his life was another adult pretending they had all the answers and trying to push him down the path they wanted. The kid should be allowed to live a little. Experience things. Fuck up. Learn for himself." Mmmhh," he murmured, crossing his arms and leaning against the side of the cab. "So does that mean you're not going home?" Apparently so. Was this a stroke of luck, or a terrible idea? Did he need a pair of psycho parents on his back? But Caleb was 18, and in Steel's mind that was more than old enough to make his own decisions. He may be young and naive, but he wasn't a child anymore. People needed to stop treating him like one." Well," he said finally. "I'm going back to my hotel. You can join me, crash at mine and face the music tomorrow." He pulled open the door of the cab again, gesturing for Caleb to get in with a nudge of his head and aiming to get in after him. "Yeah that's exactly what that means. My dad; He isn't the greatest person to deal with when he's pissed." He didn't want to mention that he was actually told not to come back. That would be over staying his welcome before he even got to the place. He was a good, respectable person, or at least he thought he was. But there was no way he could give up exploring the world. Unlike his parents he wasn't content in following the bible verbatim. He smiled when he was invited along without any begging on his part, and thought that it could turn out to be a fun night. He wasn't used to crowds and became very uncomfortable inside, but now that he was out with just one person he felt himself relax. Furthermore, he didn't know why that was, but it just was. " Yeah, If you don't mind" he said getting back into the cab he scooted till he was at the other window and watched as the other male got in after him. When they settled he shifted his body so he could fish the money he was given out of his back pocket and handed it back over. " Well I didn't really use it so." He trailed of not really knowing how to finish. Getting into the cab after Caleb, Steel leaned forward with a "The Grand, please mate," directed at the Abbie, before settling back in his seat and offering Caleb a friendly smile. He took the money with a nod, sifting out enough to pay for the trip to the hotel and shoving the rest back in his wallet. "Yeah well parents are just people. They ain't infallible, don't always know best." Digging out his phone, he typed out a quick text to let his bandmates know that he was headed back to the hotel, purposely failing to mention that he'd managed to pick up the boy after all. He still didn't know what the hell the evening held. He honestly wasn't used to having to persuade people to do what he wanted. Normally they just seemed to throw themselves at him. Thhe ride to the hotel was short and Steel got out, holding the door open for Caleb to follow and breezing past the doormen into the hotel's foyer. It was an impressive room - mahogany desks, rich carpets and marble flooring, crystal chandeliers. Steel ignored all of this, as if he'd seen it all a thousand times before, which was pretty much the truth. Beckoning Caleb to follow, he took the lift to his floor, using a key card to open the door and nudging Caleb inside, shutting the door behind them, leaving them both standing in the large lounge area of the expensive-looking suite. Now what? Steel looked over at the kid, starting to miss Alex. Things were so much easier when he knew that the boy would just simply obey without question. "Could you grab me a cold drink?" he asked, testing the waters. "Mini-bar is there," he nodded in the direction, "Get yourself something too." Crossing over to the sofa, he sat, leaning back against the soft cushions with a sigh, kicking off his shoes. Caleb listened to the other male with trepidation, but he was slowing growing more relaxed. He definitely didn't seem like the guys he saw in that movie he snuck off to see. When they reached the building he looked up through the window at the large scale building in slight awe. He's always seen the building and the surrounding area, but he's never seen it so up close, let alone been inside. Any negative feelings of the night melted out of his body as he followed the singer out of the cab and up to the doors." Wow," he whispered as he looked around the magnificent place. How had he not at least come in this place before. He was so mesmerized that he almost missed the elevator and had to squeeze in before the doors closed. With a sheepish smile he relaxed even more and waited to get to the floor. He was excited about seeing the room because this would definitely be a once in a lifetime thing. They finally reached the floor and both men get off to immediately get to the room and when the door opened the awe was back in full force. He looked around with intrigue but didn't move until he was gently pushed inside. " This place is. Wow," He gazed at the decor before turning to his host. " You live like this all the time?" He asked while playing with the hem of his shirt. HE followed to sit but then got the request and looked around to locate the bar. It didn't take long for him to locate the minibar and walked over to it. There were many selections inside from water to vodka, and he decided to be a bit bold and go for the alcohol. The resentment that was bubbling in his chest made him slightly rebellious He came back with a bottle of Grey Goose, some sprite and a couple of cups in case there was some sort of manner for doing things. Frankly, he didn't think it would be too bad maybe a couple of cups with some sprite." I heard this stuff was strong so I got some sprite if that's OK" HE said trying to loosen up, although it was becoming easier he couldn't help but think he wasn't being all that interesting, especially from the looks he was being given now compared to before. He sat down on the sofa and pulled off his own shoes hoping that wasn't rude." Thanks for inviting me, I appreciate it"

I'd like to teach you all the rules (Ice and Niko)|rating:3.0

With Great Powers... Comes Great Drama (AngelsDemonsCode and Arkaniel)

WELCOME TO LITTLE HAVENHOME OF THE HEROES Naturally, the 'The Heroes' that the welcoming sign were proudly declaring weren't the heroes from the big cities like New York or San Francisco.Oh, no. 'The Heroes' it was speaking of were the talented football team of the small town's high school aptly named Little High. For in a town that has only 531 souls, as the 2009 census reports has stated, it was fitting title. Originally, Little Haven was only known for the football team and the football team alone. They weren't known for anything else. They didn't have a famous person being born there or even bother to drop by. Furthermore, they were not part of a historical backdrop of any kind - lest you can't the infamous Hippie Assault of 2008 - and they certainly were not part of any scandal involving poisoned food, water or products. In short, they were a very safe, if not very dull and boring, town. But then last summer came, along with the meteor shower that hit another small town that was a few miles away from Little Haven. Millville. The residents of Little Haven saw the incoming boulders of death, but. It was only when it came on the news did they realize how close they were into sharing the same dramatic fate of the Millville people. It had apparently caused great drama there, with people and buildings ending up smashed to bits or the building fear of radiation from the meteors coming to a boiling point. Because of it, there were investigations, reporters and 'special people' crawling all over Millville now. Everyone was wondering how come the meteors didn't burn up in orbit or why there seemed to be no reports of radiation poisoning come in yet. Millville was now known for the meters shower, while Little Haven was known for... the football team. For now. Little Haven will be known for something much bigger now. Something much more extraordinary. Something much more legendary. Something much more spectacular. Something much more dangerous. Actual heroes. If Veronica Rose (had been given the chance to describe herself to you, and you could not tell anyone what she confined, it would be the following:An 18-year-old. A high school student. A witch. Yes, a witch. Veronica was too surprised when she found out during her summer in her grandmother's summer house, but she undoubtedly a witch. It was in her blood, though very diluted. While there were witches in her family tree, they were far and in between from each other and seemed to get their powers from pure luck of genetics. Now, Veronica was honored (or cursed, it depended on her mood and feelings on the day) to be one of them. She first discovered her powers when one day swimming in the pool, and she suddenly suffered from terrible cramps. Unable to properly swim, she sank to the bottom of the deep end and was losing precious breathe. In a moment of fear, she opened her mouth and blurted out some foreign words out of apparent instinct. She was instantly floating back to the surface and stayed afloat until her maid came to look for her and got the maid to pull her out. Since then, she had been practicing her magic. With little progress. Veronica had envisioned herself with controls over the elements, potion making and all that hullabaloo. Instead, she only discovered the spells of invisibility, shield casting and light. And they didn't even last long. When she came back from vacation, she hoped the first day of school would cheer her up. She had been looking forward to coming back, unlike most students who dreaded it, since it was her Senior Year. Her last year as a teenager and one step closer to being an adult. She dreamed of leaving Little Haven since she could have the ability to form thoughts. She hoped to leave the town just after graduating, getting a job as waitress in some big city before going to chase after her real passion - which was dancing. Veronica had taken many forms of dancing - ballet, jazz, contemporary, tap, hip hop - and hoped to make a career out of it somehow. But first, she had to pass History. Her overall grade, a biting C-, was lowered thanks to her continuous FS in History class. It was only through her parents' close connections with the principal that she didn't attend summer class. She did, though, have to enroll in a new History class in hopes of passing. She entered it, looking cheerful if not a bit uncertain of herself. None of her friends were here, and she didn't even know the teacher. She hoped this would end well. 'Best step to take is the first', as her mother always said to her every morning. Veronica sat down at the closest desk she saw and looked for a friendly face. Hoping to strike a lovely and active conversation with them. There were a few students in the classroom, but they were mingling with their friends or close classmates already. There was one boy who wasn't talking, instead taking down notes and drawing something she could only describe as a odd drawing of symbols surrounding one drawing. She leaned forward and tapped his shoulder, giving her sunniest smile." Hi there," she said to him as she stuck out her hand to give him the chance to shake it. "I'm Veronica. Nice to meet you. Are you new or something? I have never seen you here before." The crystals in front of him shattered as a blast struck. He ducked, rolling over the floor, the shards cutting into his back. Tight, black material stuck to his skin, the only thing left of his clothes. It was a thermal suit, keeping away both heat and cold, the standard undergarments on the planet Krypton. He cried out when another explosion launched a shard of crystal into his shoulder. Panting and gasping, he took a hold of the end and pulled it out, biting down on the scream that tried to escape his throat. Bleeding, he stumbled on, dodging another blast of the bombardment. Gritting his teeth, he gave up the cover to run over the crumbling walkway. The earth shook, causing him to almost lose his footing and fall over the edge. But he made it safely across the small bridge. As he heard a sound, he gripped the weapon in his hand tighter. The crystal shard in his hand was his only personal weapon, glowing with the last of its charge. Crouching behind the remnants of a wall, he heard two men marching past, grumbling about the rebels. When they were past, he chanced a glance at their backs. He was horrified to see they were wearing the markings of God. Quickly, he dove back into his cover again, but not before he caught a glance of the inside of the great hall. It was littered with dozens of dead bodies, both wearing the markings of God and those of the great houses of Krypton. The earth shook again, and he could see how the building he had previously been in crumbled, before collapsing completely. The shockwave and dust cloud hit him, throwing him through the wall he was hiding behind. He groaned when he hit the floor, only to roll to his feet as soon as he heard the alerted shouts of the two soldiers of God. They were running towards him, raising their weapons. He had no choice and lifted his own weapon. The crystal bearing the mark of his house glowed, pulsing once, twice. With each pulse, a beam shot out, cutting through each of the soldiers. Both men dropped dead to the floor. He sighed in relief, before mournfully looking at his weapon. It only had one pulse left. No matter, if he stood around here for much longer, he’d die for sure. So he turned and ran, heading for one of his father’s research facilities. A stronger earthquake rocked through the planet. He crashed to the floor again, while the surrounding crystals rang, before shattering in a glimmering shower of dust and debris. He scrambled up again, running on, the pain pulsing through his shoulder. Furthermore, he had to reach the facility. It would be the only way to survive. His family was already death. His house had been one of the first taken out when the civil war had started. He had been lucky, staying at one of the troop barracks for the guards as part of his physical training. All he could find when he got home were a lot of charred corpses, a shattered crystal palace and a green pulsing crystal with a message of his father, urging him to get away from Krypton. It had given him the location of one of his father’s more secret labs. None of the other Kryptonite could escape. The civil war, unleashed by the popular people’s general God had turned into a holocaust. As usual, all Kryptonite had been on the planet, seeing as they didn’t like mingling with the other races out there. God’s troops had taken over the satellite defense network, shooting down every space capable ship that broke orbit. Soon enough, there had been no space worthy vessels left. What had followed was a massacre? The House guards and the ordinary people had been trying to resist the common army under God. Everyone had been given only one choice. Kneel to God and follow his rule to bring Krypton to the top of the universe. At first, not many kneeled. Those we didn’t, died. Then, more kneeled, while all others were killed. But when the Guards of the Houses fought back, trying to restore order and end the uprising, more powerful weapons were used. Cities were razed to the ground, no matter what their loyalties. Quantum bombs were detonated, ripping apart the fragile geodesic folds of the planet. Earthquakes, growing in intensity had done the rest. Few Kryptonite were still alive after only a week of fighting. And now, the planet was literally falling apart, its core broken, while there was not a single spaceship left, nor the facilities to make any. Everything had been destroyed. But there was one ship, an experimental vessel for just one person, with a new drive and engine, a prototype built by the leader of the House of El. Joel had now given that location to his only son, Kassel (a mere seventeen-year-old Kryptonite, the sole survivor of the House of El. It was the only way to survive the coming cataclysm. With the core torn apart, the world would soon cease to exist. And as KAL finally reached the facility, he had barely enough time to board the small vessel, no more that a triangle shaped, metallic pod really, the symbol of the house of all on the top. The earthquakes started increasing even more, till there was one, long, continuous shaking of the world, harder than any scale could measure. The crust of the world, once a pristine heaven of diamond-like crystals, now a crumbled heap of glowing, shattered glass, started bursting and the magma on the cold, icy world started heating everything up. The ship took off, steered by the mind of the young Kryptonite. Without looking back, he launched into orbit. He had no clear destination in mind, he just wanted to get away. Activating the warp drive, the ship was flung forward as the shockwave of the exploding planet hit. Krypton was no more… the only heritage of the once proud world, the jewel of twenty-eight known galaxies and the most powerful civilization in those galaxies, was left in that one young man that escaped, forced to leave everything behind. At least he lived.-A month later, the ship left warp space, and started descending, pulled down by the gravity of the nearest planet. KAL regained consciousness. He had been in a sort of stasis for the whole trip, while his instruments had determined his most likely destination, deducting this from his course, speed and fuel. It had been a small, inhabited world with a generally mild, yet varying climate. As luck had it, while primitive, the people of this world looked much like Kryptonite. He would be able to blend in until he could make a life for himself. And as the planet was relatively young, weak and unknown, the many enemies of the Kryptonite would not think to go there just yet, in case they wanted to finish the job God had started. The data banks on Earth had been empty, so the computer had barely known to download any information at all into KAL’s mind. Only a few of the languages most frequent when last there was a survey of the planet, were available. An older version of English, French and Spanish, that was it. It was the only thing KAL would know of Earth. He didn’t have much time to think about it, for as soon as he woke up, his ship started crashing down, its energy depleted, and hundreds of meteors in its wake. A shower of falling stars hit the Earth on that August night, drawing gorgeous fireworks in the skies, yet the result on the ground was not as gorgeous. The town of Millville was practically erased from existence, most of its buildings razed, many people dying and a field of larger and smaller craters littering what was once a busy, small American town. And in one of the fields, Schuster’s Field to be exact, the silvery metallic ship crashed down, drawing a long trench as it tried for an emergency landing, before it tumbled over, shattering to pieces. Kal-El was flung from the wreckage, barely managing to hold on to the green pulsing crystal that was his only memento of his home and family. His wounded body rolled through the field, tearing his black bodysuit even further, and covering the silver symbol of his family with mud. When he finally managed to stand, he almost threw up from the pain alone. His body felt like it was broken. But he had to go, he had to move, or people would find him here. He needed to get away and hide the alien evidence. He pulled his weapon from his pocket and aimed it at the wreckage. The last pulse lanced out, hitting the power core of the vessel. It exploded, creating another crater and completely destroying the ship. Only a few traces of refined, alien metal were left, but nothing technological. That is when KAL started dragging himself away from the field. He needed to get away from here before someone came to check things out and found a man that was… weird. As he reached some kind of road, he suddenly was set alight, as two headlights approached, with the rumbling of an engine. A car stopped, and two shocked people stepped out, finding an oddly dressed, bleeding man stumbling away from a crater. “Please”, he asked them, his voice weirdly accented, “Let me…” That is when the shock, the loss of blood and the broken ribs became too much. Kassel blacked out, welcoming blissful, painless oblivion.-Matthew Stanton was sitting on the uncomfortable chair. It had only been a month, but there was no sign of any injury left on his body. In fact, there hadn’t been any trace of injury since the second morning he came to on Earth. He lived with the Stanton snow, who had taken him in. Hell, they had adopted him even. Things had gone surprisingly easy. The couple had been trying to get a child for years. They hadn’t been able to. At first, when they tried for adoption, the financial instability of the farm made it difficult. Later, they were found to be too old to have young children. Now, with the economy somewhat restored, they had a good income, so, when they found a young man, wounded and falling unconscious, they had first taken him home, to safety, as there were still meteors crashing and the paramedics were overworked. When KAL had regained consciousness, they had intended to take him to a doctor, to be checked out. But he had refused. He had told them why. They had been shocked, severely, but had not rejected him. Instead, seeing their chance to finally have a son, even if he was already almost an adult, they had worked out a plan to adopt him. It was easier than expected. There was not much left of the bustling town of Millville. Many of the people suffered amnesia or other traumas. They brought KAL to one of the medics, where he pretended to have full amnesia. It was that incredible, seeing his wounds and physical traumas. With the field hospital stretched beyond capability, as there were thousands of people needing care, things had moved swiftly. The Stanton's had offered to take him in, and permission had been granted. Hell, there were hundreds of orphans around town and over thirty thousand people dead. It was a disaster and every little bit that made the load lighter was good. So, within a week, he was registered as Matthew Stanton. What, with the school terminal hit, with the town hall no more and most other buildings damaged or destroyed, as well as the evidence he went through a burning explosion, with his burns, there was no way left to ID him. And in the confusion no one recognized him. Plus, with so many dead in such a town, it was perfectly possible the people who would have really known him were dead anyway. There was no way to determine which of the thousands of teenagers in the town he used to be. It made for the perfect background. It would also explain why he remembered nothing before that day, including his cultural background. Though he picked that up pretty fast. And now, he was in a classroom, in little High. With Millville destroyed, this was the only High school between Chester County and Chicago. Despite it being a town of a few hundred inhabitants, the school hosted at least a thousand students, coming from many of the surrounding villages and from the nearest Chicago suburbs, only a twenty-minute drive away. It was how the small town could have a not too bad football team at all. And with the weirdness creeping up all over the town, new urban legends and the incredibly hot things happening in Millville, where the radioactivity from the meteors seemed to have an effect on some humans, a boy with amnesia wasn’t all that weird. Over the weeks, Matthew/KAL had found he got stronger and faster than he was before. He healed instantly if he was ever harmed or even bruised at all. And as a Kryptonite, he could absorb and retain information hundreds time faster and easier than a human. So, he had little difficulty picking up some Earth-specific knowledge, though he was sure his science teachers would be in shock. Earth sciences were just so… so… primitive. Hell, Krypton would have looked like a magic kingdom to them. Right now, though, he sat in history, one of the things he absolutely knew nothing about, except the few tidbits he had picked up while reading and scourging the ‘internet’. He was actually rather interested in this weird schooling process. On Krypton, they used data download for most knowledge and the master/apprentice system for the ‘trade secrets’. Here, apparently, they locked young people of the same age in a single room and had a teacher ‘teach’ them. He wondered how that would work. He sat completely still, at attention, trying to get his senses to cooperate. His hearing and his vision, even his sense of smell had been acting up. Now, in a noisy room, it was really annoying, especially with all the different body odors and the different, stinking deodorants and so on. He was trying to focus, and started drawing a Kryptonite symbol, that for silence, on his notebook. It helped. That is when he was interrupted by someone tapping him on his shoulder and greeting him. He turned around, giving her a smile as the Stanton's had told him would give a good impression, especially since his ‘mother’, Elena, thought he had a killer smile. He didn’t know how a killing smile would give a good impression, but he trusted her advice. Pearly white teeth were revealed, and his dark green eyes, almost inhumanly green at that, gazed at the young woman. “Hello Veronica. I am pleased to meet you. I am Matthew Stanton, you know, the new guy at Stanton farm? Wish I could tell you more, but you might have heard in this small town about how I remember nothing from before…” He didn’t need to tell her from before what. “I suppose I went to school at Millville high, but now, I am here. So, what about you? Anything special I should know about this class?” His smile faded a bit, though he kept watching her, especially since the teacher was not yet here. According to Elena, and to what he had seen on the internet or television, he was a perfect specimen of man on this world. And he judged her, Veronica, to be quite a bits above average, too, for human standards. And, he needed to make friends, apparently, to be considered normal. So, he leaned closer, whispering conspiring, “Anything in specific I need to know about at all, really? I have no idea, no memory even of what school is supposed to be like. But from seeing that guy”, he nodded towards one of the jocks with poor body hygiene and eating… something, “I am actually starting to think that is a good thing.” He hoped it would make her laugh at least. Somehow, he was looking forward to her no doubt pretty smile. Veronica smiled and laughed, at both Matthew's joke at the jock and his smile. So this was the boy that Stanton couple took in. He was quite cute, as her wandering eye had told her. She placed a hand over her mouth, her violet eyes twinkling cheerfully at the joke. She liked a guy with a sense of humor, but she had a feeling this Matthew Stanton wasn't a person of humor. The way he kept his posture straight, the serious look in his eye and his calculating, even gaze said so. She looked at Matthew, admiring his features discreetly as she could, and she had realized what she's doing. Blushing a bit, she chided herself and shook her head a bit for being so boy crazy. Causing her thick, auburn hair to move in its ponytail from her hectic movements. "Sorry," she said, fanning her face with a folder. Though the room was air-conditioned. "Eh... the room is rather hot."" I'm new here myself actually, so I don't know a lot myself," she said to him, "I... her, I mean the History class. I've been living in Little Haven all my life, so I kind of know the others here. Like that one -" She pointed to the jock - handsome if he had bothered to clean himself up - he had motioned before, who was now chowing down on a new sandwich. " - Richie Pool. He's part of the football team, though he puts the good name to shame. He's known mostly for his poor hygiene, brutish personality and his love for chili beans sandwiches." Veronica pointed to another girl, a redheaded who was a few seats from them. She was reading a thick book and taking down notes. Occasionally, she scribbled something in between the margins." Samantha Cox, she's the smartest girl in class and is very sweet. Just don't mispronounce the names of authors and stuff, or she'll bite your head off." Veronica pointed out to more students, explaining them when she stopped herself once more. She had a bad habit of babbling, and it was showing. Way to go, Rose. "Sorry, I can be a talkative mouse." She brushed her hair behind her shoulders, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders from the cutoff shirt and halter top she was wearing. "Do you know any of the 00s?" She meant the rich and influential families of Little Haven, who have earned the nickname for a reason no one could remember. "Like the Rows, the Graves, the Buttons? Youhaveto know them, Matthew. They practically founded this school." Just then, when she finished asking her question, a bearded man (walked in. He looked awkward in the fitted suit he was wearing, thanks to his beard and wool hat. He still carried an aura of confidence and strength that was born from hard years of toil and sweat, evidenced in the calloused hands of his and the wrinkles that lined his face. Said his hands held a suitcase in one and a cup of Starbucks in the other. Veronica's eyes lit up at the sight of the person, as if she knew the man. She turned to Matthew, her face practically glowing now with her bigger and brighter smile as she fiddled with the inherited necklace (she wore around her neck." We've got Mr. Pool," Veronica gushed. The words had a serious effect on the students who heard her, who looked up and saw him. The other students looked up as well, and all of them suddenly quieted down. The man gave a gruff hello to them, barely acknowledging their existence, and began writing on the board. Though he didn't say anything, the students suddenly decided it was best to behave now. They hurried to their seats and fixed their outfits. Even Richie was attempting to look neat, by wiping his mouth the sleeve of his letter jacket and stuffing gum into his mouth to clear it of the chili beans." Oh wow, I'm so happy we got Mr. Pool," she said to Matthew. "He's, like, the best teacher for History. He's a big old teddy bear, don't worry. Just don't cross him until you see him drink his coffee. He's crabby in the morning." He could see how she suddenly was hot under the collar, or so the expression went, he believed. Fanning herself, she started talking, a mile a minute. She looked rather cute with her thick auburn hair escaping from her tail. It looked good, a bit wilder. But still sitting straight, he was leaning one shoulder back, his face turned towards her, listening attentively. At the same time, his enhanced hearing could not avoid hearing her hammering heart and slightly increased breathing. That was not unpleasant to hear. The unpleasant part was where young boy Pool farted and with his hearing, it sounded as if it was an elephant doing it in his ear. He hurriedly clamped down on his sense of smell. Even with just a human nose, it was bad enough. Now, he understood what Elena meant when she said not to eat too many beans. He muttered a Kryptonite curse under his breath, before he focussed on her endless babbling again. He didn’t mind, as it was quite enjoyable to hear, especially because she was still smiling at his obviously successful joke. This fitting in wasn’t all that bad so far, besides the slob of a farting boy. Samantha Cox was interesting, yet not as interesting as Veronica. Perhaps he had to mispronounce one of those names Veronica mentioned, to see how the biting a head off part worked.“Actually, Veronica, I have no idea about whom those families are, nor anything else. Total amnesia, remember. I had to learn pretty much everything again, except basic language and things like eating and whatever. My motor memory seems to be okay, but any knowledge before… well, it is simply gone. As if it is erased. But thanks for telling me. I’ll be sure to remember from now on.” And he would. Advantage of being an alien: perfect memory recall. He noticed her excitement about the teacher. He looked a bit like that Santa Claus fellow he had read about. Only in a more normal suit. “Pool? Same as Pool junior over there”, he whispered in question? It didn’t matter much, as the class indeed proved to be interesting. And Earth history was as filled with bloodshed, black pages and attempts at peace as his own world’s history was. Only a lot shorter. He already knew a million years of written Kryptonite history. So, a few thousand of Earth years should be able to fit as well. When the class came to an end, Matt found he had filled his notebook with more Kryptonite drawings. As he had such good memory, he didn’t actually need notes about class. Besides, as was his understanding, most was in the book anyway. And as he gazed down, he noticed he had written Veronica’s name in his own language. Interesting. The same symbols also meant ‘mystical’ on Krypton. A very odd coincidence, or so it seemed. But then, an image of her necklace floated before his mind’s eye. He had seen that somewhere before, the three pointed, woven star, but for the moment, he couldn’t remember, which was odd in and of itself. As soon as everyone started getting up, it was revealed just how tall Matthew was. With his six-foot three, he was most impressive, especially when combined with how his flannel farmer’s shirt stretched over a powerful chest and the material seemed rather tight around his biceps and triceps. The jeans were also weird. The legs of the pants were pretty loose, and only around his groin and behind did it feel as tight as his bodysuit used to do. It was decidedly different. He looked at Veronica again, tucking away his notebook in his bag and asked, “So, will I be seeing you again? I have Biology now, followed by math and P.E., whatever that is. By the way, thanks for the information, I appreciated it a lot.” He looked at her expectantly, giving her another dazzling, pearly white smile, while mentally retracing the path he would need to take to the Biology lab where he was expected in a few minutes. "No, no," Veronica said, laughing a bit while she looked at the handsome farm boy. The idea of someone like Mr. Pool being related to Richie Pool was absurd and impossible in her mind. Said Mr. Pool was writing down the lesson outline for this Senior Year and the rules of his classroom. "They just happen to have the last name, that's all. And besides, he isn't - "Mr. Pool hushed them with a quick 'sash' and a glare, gesturing to the boards. Since he hadn't taken his coffee, Veronica wisely shut up and quickly got out her notebook to take down notes. The History teacher, in his deep and baritone voice, began to talk about the wonders of History in his own style. Which meant it was peppered with profanity if he could get away with it and odd euphemisms. He gestures with his hands, drew on the board to make a point and made references to TV shows, music and movies. The class listened, captivated by the man. He knew how to make learning interesting. Veronica, on the other hand, kept her eye on the Stanton boy every once in a while when she pretended to drop her things and picked it up. She took the chance to look at him while she did so, usually just getting a view of his... ahem, goods. She had blushed when she realized that she was wondering how could a man be that big and what he would look like if he was naked. After that incident, she turned her attention to the notebook and notebook only now, jotting down notes or making little notes to remind herself of a person she had to talk to or a reminder of something she needed to do at school or home. Soon, too soon in the girl's opinion, the bell rang. Mr. Pool told them of their first homework - reading pages 100 to 150 and making a two-page paragraph on it, Times New Roman with font size 12 period - and let them take their time to get prepared for their next class." Can I borrow your notes about the last lessons he talked about?" Jimmy Reed, a boy from her Junior Year, asked her as the class ended, and they were getting ready to leave. "If... you're, you know, alright now." He had meant the brief if not rude encounter she had with Richie Pool before the jock had left. Passing by, he quickly harassed Veronica and her 'large puppies' since she had spurned him for the Junior Prom last year. She had always been self-conscious about her large assets and thin frame, and bastards like Richie didn't help her feel better." Sure," she said, handing her notebook. "Just give it back to me when you're done." When Matthew asked what her next class was, she turned around to answer but was stunned by how tall he was. Granted, she was 5'8" but he was something else. She was momentarily stunned, until Jimmy got her out of her senses by handing her notebook and saying goodbye." Yeah, bye Jimmy," she said before looking back at the handsome Olympian, that was the only word that could describe him, now. "Sorry, I English, Philosophy and Biology. It looks like we won't be seeing to each other until lunch or something." She winced a bit, rubbing her cheek now when she thought of her blunder. "Oh yeah... I, I can't. Um... dance troupe classes. Then I'll have P. E, Chemistry and Art. Um... wait." She pulled out her notebook and wrote something down before tearing the piece of paper out. She handed it to him, giving a warm smile. "My phone number. If you want, we can talk after school or something."" Veronica," an Asian girl said, poking her head through the door. "Come on, we'll be late!" The girl told her friend she'll be there soon and looked at Matthew again. She backed away from him to the door as she looked at him with the violet colored eyes, giving him a friendly smile that would make most guys feel special. "Hope to see you soon, and welcome to Little Haven. I hope you'll find something that you like about it here." His first experience in the classroom had certainly been unique, to say the least. Unless he was wrong about the language, this teacher was rather crass and didn’t mind mentioning subjects that were supposed to be taboo, especially in a classroom. It was rather funny, though he got little of the references to movies and the like. And, the rich profanity certainly gave him a better grasp over the language, hearing it being used in a way that it sounded much more ‘human’. The obvious sexualized version of the course material didn’t bother him in the slightest. On Krypton, people hadn’t been shy at all, either. He would have fit well there. Despite his straight posture, even while sitting, it was not hard to see he was temporarily overcome by a sad, bad memory. Thinking about Krypton, it always had this effect on him. The wounds, mostly mental, were still too fresh, too open. He came from a heaven of crystal and was now stuck on a ball of mud, his family dead, his friends dead, his entire civilization gone. It wasn’t easy. But Kryptonite were masters ATY hiding their true emotions in public. Their ability to remain stony-faced even in the greatest adversity, was what had given them their cold reputation throughout the universe. Cold, unfeeling and alien, despite their good and beautiful looks. But in the privacy of their family homes, they were passionate, emotional and… powerful. As class came to an end, he gathered his things. He hadn’t actually written anything down, except for the few Kryptonite symbols. As Veronica told him her regret about not seeing him today due to her busy schedule, he simply shrugged. It didn’t bother him really, not to the point she had to apologize at least, yet he would have been glad to talk to her. She seemed like a sociable, friendly person.“Thank you for the number. I might drop a call tonight, chores permitting”, he told her, graciously, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “But can you help me out yet again before you disappear? I heard the Poole kid telling you something about puppies? I didn’t like his tone much, so I wondered if he had… insulted you somehow?” Veronica didn’t need to answer, as Richie had still stuck around. The jock had intended to leave, but had stopped in his tracks when the ‘Olympian’ student started paying attention to ‘his’ girl. Richie, despite his insults, had an eye on Veronica and really wanted the pretty, big-breasted babe to be his squeeze/ So far, he had failed, but he was going to die before he allowed anyone else to have her. Those walking boobs were his! So, he cut in, overhearing the perfect comment.” What is your deal, wacko? Anyone knows what I was talking about”, he told the tall new guy. Richie wasn’t afraid, as he was a buff jock himself, all 200 pounds of him. “Missy here has the biggest chest of the town, and she is teasing me with it. Yet, she refuses to give in. But don’t worry, I’ll excuse you talking to my girl just once. Now, get out.” That obviously was the wrong thing to say. The House of El was known not only for its scientific prowess, even by their standards, but also for its chivalry and nobility. Matthew reached out, snatching the collar of Richie’s shirt and lifted him up. For a moment, his green eyes flashed red, burning like an inferno, as he simply lifted the jock up by his collar and ground out, “Well, I do know now, and I think it is offensive and insulting, degrading someone like that. Now, you better apologize.” When Richie tried to resist, struggling in the powerful grip, his feet on tiptoes, Matt simply lifted him up higher, letting his feet dangle in the air, legs and arms flailing a little bit. An intimidating gaze latter and Richie muttered he was sorry, before Matt let go. Richie hit the floor, stumbling, before making his way out of the room, mumbling threats. If Matt could judge him right, nothing would come out of those threats. The jock could hardly tell his friends how a single guy had overpowered him so completely. Chivalric act done for the day, Matt gave Veronica another dazzling smile before leaving, heading to his next class of the day. Which turned out to be rather boring. And annoying, as these earthlings were so primitive it was frustrating. Everything they did in Biology and Math, Matt knew practically since before he was born. P.E. was another bust. Apparently, they just had to jog some circles, before playing a game of basket ball. It was easy and Matt had to hold back a lot in order to avoid outperforming everyone on the field. He had heard about the rumored powers a yellow sun gave to his people, but this was ridiculous. And. He got stronger and faster by the minute. Still, according to legends, the power of flight should kick in at some point. They would be rather exciting. At the end of the day, Matt was at home. He had used his.increased speed and strength to do his chores in a matter of minutes, greatly helping out his new dad. While he hardly needed a father figure at this age, he appreciated the efforts they went through in any case. Besides, the homeliness of the fine tasting meal shared together in the kitchen of the quaint farmhouse. He told them about his day at school, and they reassured him that his being bored wasn’t as strange as he thought. It was rather funny to learn that school was universally considered as an annoyance, a necessary evil for life. It was a little bit after dinner time was over that Matthew asked for the phone. Dialing the number on the scrap of paper, not realizing the significance of a girl giving a guy her number, he called Veronica. When he heard her pick up, he greeted her cordially. “Hello Veronica Rose”, a grin tugging at his lips, knowing that apparently, most people hated being called upon by their last name. “How was your day at school? Enjoyable I hope? So, I was wondering, what does one do for fun in the evenings? I already completed all of my assignments and chores. And television sounds so boring. Oh, did Richie bother you again? I hope not…” When the phone rang, Veronica was surprised and stopped what she was doing. She had been practicing her magic, trying to make the light she expelled from her hands brighter and last longer. She stopped it, looking at the phone with a raised eyebrow. It was almost ten o'clock now, and most of her friends would be busy with their homework or going out with their boyfriends. She honestly didn't know who would be calling her at this time. That was because the busy day at school, her practice, meeting her old friends and knocking off the advances of an insistent Richie, had taken up all her time and thoughts that she had forgotten her once meeting with the handsome boy. She had even forgotten that she had given him her phone, when she was excited to give it to him and see if he was interested in her enough to call back. Thinking it was another prank call or one of her friends, she answered her ancient rotary phone and held it against her ear to hear who it was first. When she heard the soothing voice of the Stanton boy, she let herself relax and then let her heart speed up. He was calling her... oh gosh! He was calling her! She covered her mouth to keep her squeak done, nearly falling off the wooden chair where she was sitting in front of her study desk." Hey Matthew," she said, fixing her hair but stopping herself. She was by herself in her room. She had a feeling that he couldn't see her. Blushing, she tapped her forehead and stuck out her tongue. Cute guys always left her feeling light-headed, but this was something ridiculous. "Well, here in Haven... you either get skunk drunk with the boys and chase after the barely legal girls who walk around near the bars, or you stay at home with your family and do your homework or talk to people you really like."" I hope you were hoping to do the last and that's why you called me," she said, flirting with him a bit. Her thoughts on her magic almost forgotten. She sighed tiredly from both all the homework she had finished and the magic she had been practicing, a little smile on her lips, "And... and thank you for sticking up for me earlier today against Richie. You know, in history class? The others just let him do that to me and crap, honestly, you were the first one ever to stick up for me like that. If... if there's anything I can do to help you out or repay you got this, please let me know." There was a knock on her door, from her dear but bumbling father who obviously wasn't eavesdropping on her through the other rotary phone he kept in the master bedroom. "Honey, is everything alright in school? I hope you're not giving your phone to random new boys!"" Dad," she said, pulling her voice away to glare at the door and, in a sense, at her father. He was ever subtle. She cared for him, but he was often overbearing and protective of her status in high school thanks to her inherited looks and figure from her late mother. "I'm talking to someone, can you please let me talk to him? He's... um, calling about some homework." Before he could call her out on her bluff, and inevitably reveal that he was eavesdropping, her stepmother intervened. Temperance Tanner was a nice, thoughtful woman that worked as a lawyer. It meant that she could smell a fight coming a mile away and this wasn't any different. Temperance called her father back to the bedroom, needing help with the VCR. Reluctantly, he left to help his newest love but promised his daughter that they'll be having a 'talk' later on." Sorry about that," Veronica said when she was certain that her father was now gone. "He's sweet. Don't let his gruff demeanor fool you. So... um, what do you want to talk about?" “Well, I was actually calling because out of all the people I met, I like you the most. I heard some guys talking about what you said, getting drunk as a skunk, though I have never, ever seen a drunk skunk, which says nothing as I am an amnesiac, but I wasn’t too interested. I don’t see the point really, and even less in chasing down those barely legal girls. Furthermore, I prefer to have a good chat with a friendly person and see what comes out of it. If it so happens we end up doing something fun, then so much the better.” Matt sounded cheerful and sincere, which he was, but it was great luck he had some kind of superintelligence, for otherwise, he would have had no clue how to speak to her. This language was confusing enough as it is, and as he had discovered, people of different ages spoke it differently. That is why he had sounded a bit formal at school, what with his new parents teaching him ‘proper’ English, while the younger ones, like everyone at school, spoke in ‘slang’ and gave different meanings, usual perverse ones, to certain words. He was unfamiliar to such a language system, and he hoped he had spoken right to Veronica, as he had attempted to loosen up a bit on the formality of his speech. That is why he hadn’t realized the double entendre of his words. Basically, he had said they could talk, and they could do something romantic or erotic afterward, which wasn’t his intention. On Krypton, things were much easier, usually. One of the ministries made genetic match ups of all people within the same age group. This lead to a list of people that were most suited together. It was then up to the parents, while their children were barely out of diapers, to decide on the best possible match. For while genetics were important on Krypton, so was political or other influential status. Every parent tried to find the best compromise their child could aspire to. As it was, that is how Matt, or Kassel, had known since he was four whom he would marry. Unfortunately, Krypton was no more. And while he had liked Raya, he had always considered her more of a sister or friend than a lover. He hadn’t been looking forward to a marriage all that much, though, with Raya, he would certainly have been able to bear it, unlike those spoiled brats he could have otherwise been paired to. Now, though, he was on a strange planet that valued romance, free will, but was also strangely ridden with taboo. Like sex, for while the youth talked about it, it still wasn’t a publicly acceptable topic. On Krypton, there were no such limitations, nor any shyness or embarrassment. Hell, in a world where most things were made of see through crystals, there was no such thing as privacy or modesty. And why should there be? After millennia of genetic selection and slight manipulation, every Kryptonite was the picture of physical perfection. Kal-El had been no different, though his green eyes and messy dark hair were traits specific to the House of El and valued by many females, who wanted him or his father, only for them all to be disappointed twenty years ago when Lara and Joel were married and again, when Raya and Kassel were announced to be betrothed. Back to the phone conversation.“I actually have not much of an idea what to talk about, amnesia remember, but I was wondering. About you. Could you tell me a little bit about yourself? And that necklace you were wearing, it seemed so… unique. Does it have any significance? And ERM… sorry if I am blunt or forward or anything, but I am a curious person and I have so many gaps to fill, it isn’t even funny. It makes me speak and ask questions before I can properly think about them.” As he was babbling, another thing entered his mind. Some rumors he had overheard, hushed and whispered in the hallways. “And… what can you tell me about that… what was it called? The bug boy hiding in the forests? Everyone was talking about it, though most didn’t believe it was real. What’s that about?” Veronica blushed when she heard his invitation to... to dosomethingwith him. No one said words like that with a straight face. Unless they wanted something. She covered her mouth, keeping her squeaks to herself as she struggled for a good response to that. One that was vague enough in case her father was eavesdropping on her conversation again, but specific to let him know she was interested and wasn't a 'tease'. Unlike what that jerk Richie said... She looked around her room, careful to make sure no one was around, as she leaned into the wooden chair and played with the buttons of her blouse. The thought of doing something with that Olympian farm boy was pretty tempting, especially when she recalled him today in History. Tall, strong and his... ahem, goods. She felt hot and began to button a few of her buttons to ease the heat she felt. Fanning herself with a nearby folder as she breathed hard and scolded herself for being so silly. Calm down, she told herself, don't look or sound so desperate for this guy. The last thing you want this guy to think you are is some easy skank... Even if he is cute and all." I would love to see where this conversation will go," she said to him. "You seem like a very charming guy, Matthew. Umm... so, what are you wearing - "Then he asked where she had gotten the necklace, and her smile dropped off faster than a kitten in a sack being thrown to the river. She fiddled with her necklace, biting her lower lip and sighed sadly. It was a bit of a sore spot for her, even after all these years, when regarding how she had gotten the necklace. She could say it came from her grandmother and that was it, but then he asked if there was any meaning to it. She stood up and picked up the rotary phone with her, just so she could pace around her room and think. But he had asked her, and he didn't mean it in a malicious way from what she could hear from him. He seemed very genuine in his question and did have amnesia so he didn't know about the history behind it. Unlike the other people who asked her, with those annoying smiles and grins that meant they knew but wanted to hear the 'freaky story'. She was going to say 'no' but recalled his eyes. Wise and kind, but also strong and indignant when Richie debased her like that in History. Trusting him, and the fact she could try and beat him up later on in school if he taunted her after this, she decided to let him know where the necklace came from. The background and all. She sat on her bed, balancing the phone on her jean clad lap." I got it from my grandmother, Becky Rose," she explained to the new boy, playing with her hair as she spoke. "When she was younger, she claimed that she had visions of this... world. A world with amazing, futuristic technology. People that looked like us but had powers and stuff. She drew these weird pictures of what she saw and claimed it was all real. Saying that someone there was calling her because they liked her and wanted her to live with them."" Naturally, everyone thought she was insane and told her to forget about it. She couldn't... she always kept talking about it and never let it go. Periodically in her life, she would be sent to these asylums in order to make her stop talking about them. She never did. She believed in herself and... yeah."" She... she gave it to me because when I was a little girl, I told her once I believed her." She laughed a bit, recalling the memory of the little girl who knew nothing and the elderly woman who apparently knew too much. "I remember her crying so hard when I did that. She hugged me and showed me the necklace. Apparently, in between her years of being free or not, she had the necklace commissioned to remind herself it was all real. She said it was a symbol of engagement from that world, meaning strength and connection between two people." Uh... yeah." She scratched the back of her head, hoping to deter the conversation to what he had asked her after the necklace. "Bug Boy? I think I heard it before, but there are so many rumors about it that there's no real version of it. Apparently, the boy was from Millville, and he got hit by the meteoroids and turned into this bug thing. Now, he's hiding in the forests and attacks anyone who goes near there. But, that's the version I heard from my friends." He could hear how his last question had quite the impact on her. And not just from her voice. His hearing stretched out and for a moment, he could hear her smile fading, her heart hiccuping like a bad memory and her breath hitching. For a moment, there was utter silence, as she seemed upset and contemplating something, but then the story had come, and it rang so… incredible yet so very familiar, he didn’t know what to make of it. Combined with the symbol something niggled at the back of his mind. Her grandmother couldn’t have been dreaming about Krypton, could she? Still, with her sounding so down about the matter, he simply told her, especially because he knew it was true, “I am off the mindset that everything is possible. There is more to life than the simple things we can see. And there is much out there to discover still, things that are nearly impossible to imagine but are so incredibly beautiful they are haunting and stay with you for the rest of your life…”, he sounded rather haunted as images of beautiful Krypton appeared before his eyes. Realizing what he was doing, he cleared his throat and added, “Well, that is what I imagine the universe to be like, at least. And I can see why you would believe your grandmother. Unless there is concrete proof to the contrary, whatever she saw was real and worth believing in.” When she told him about the bug boy, he was curious. If the meteoroids truly had that effect on humans, he would have to step in. uncontrolled mutations like this, or that is what it sounded like, were dangerous and had to be contained. Plus, they would draw too much attention. While his covered up arrival was good enough to pass ordinary scrutiny, he knew that truly skilled people could see through the lines and even draw unwanted conclusions if they were willing to believe in aliens. For now, there was not much he could do, though. “Well, it sounds like a horror movie, what with an aggressive bug boy and all. But keep me posted on it if you hear anything about it. I am a bit interested in the weird and uncanny, strangely enough, and you know more people than I do.” Trying to distract her from her earlier mood, he recalled her comment about liking to see where this conversation was going. He still puzzled over why she asked him what he was wearing immediately afterward, but it must be one of the quirks humans had, especially female humans.“I am wearing just a blue t-shirt and a set of black boxers. I just got out of the shower before I called you, so it is a bit uncomfortable, with all of those clothes clinging tightly to my body. I wonder why I even bothered to put a shirt on anyway. Furthermore, I am heading for bed after this call and I prefer sleeping in as little as possible on this hot work… in these hot weeks, I mean.” He had almost misspoken himself completely, but he hoped he had corrected himself in time. He didn’t know what the matter was, but this girl had a strange effect on him. Furthermore, he thought about her often ever since meeting her first and while he was talking to her, he could barely keep track of his thoughts, as opposed to his otherwise so organized and efficient mind. Maybe the heat was really affecting him, too. Krypton was an ice planet, one of the things that gave his people their cold reputation. And while he could feel himself growing more and more impervious to things like temperature, the fact of the matter was theist it was still fifty degrees hotter than he was used to, one of the reasons he slept almost naked. As a Kryptonite, he wasn’t aware how his words were taken in an earth context, so he held no shame to admitting, “As a matter of fact, I am taking it off right now. It is far too hot tonight. Seeing as I am all alone in my bedroom, I don’t think anyone will take offense. How about you?” He asked her in turn, just to be polite. He figured it was something uniquely human to ask such things and to fit in, he obliged.

With Great Powers... Comes Great Drama (AngelsDemonsCode and Arkaniel)|rating:3.0

OOC to Whisper Manor

Hello everyone. Sweetp4u and I have put our evil little minds together to open a new thread. We can't tell you much about it due to the fact that we will have to kill you if we do, but we are connecting some of our favorite writers of lit. Not to say that if you aren't in this thread that you aren't great, you just aren't scary enough for us. LOL If you are invited to join the thread you will receive a pm shortly, if you haven't already. When you decide to join, please post a character and a description of your character's background. We do need a brief history about your character as far as background. Unless you are a good person, that is your character is not a liar and trying to cheat people out of money you must lay claim to having an Uncle Shane Witherspoon III. To apply for a position, and we haven't pmed you, please leave a description of the character you are thinking of providing for us and at least one or two threads you are in so we can read them and see if you are the material we are looking for. Then either Sweetp4u or I will let you know if you are ok to join. One more thing. I do need to have you post at least once to three times a week. Thank you all, and I hope this gives you nightmares to remember. Evil gringo I will add more details later, but here goes my characters are as follows:Something scary Straight laced lawyer chick with high morals and stuffy attitudehehe should be fun... You made me realize, just one more thing. The only people allowed to do scary things, like ghost, are Sweetp4u and I. The others, can make slimeball and stuff like that, but not ghost....Loamy character:Name:Madeline Noriega. Age:Looks to be in her twenties, but is actually almost fourtyOccupation: The maid of Whisper Manor Appearance: She has brown hair that tends to fly away in places, though she tries to wear it in a bun or pinned back. She has a blue eye and a green eye. Her lips are thin, and her body is that of a pudgy schoolgirl. Background:She was raised by Shane Witherspoon II from age 13 on. When he died she was willed to Shane Witherspoon III. She comes with the house, because quite frankly, you couldn't get rid of her. She is connected. Her mother was a drunk who got pregnant by her father. She always called Madeline Maddy, and when she was 10 her mother sold her into prostitution to Samuel Denim. He abused her sexually and physically until she was left for dead at age thirteen close to Whisper Manor. It was never known how she ended up being a ward of Shane II, but it was never questioned due to his massive wealth. The kids in the town call her Mad Maddy, because she isn't quite all there. She scares the locals and isn't looked upon kindly. Richard'm in! Richarddark hair steel gray eyes somewhat shy and nervous. Just out of college master’s degree in archeology, reads a lot... ancient history and especially myths and legends Celtic Roman and Greek. Likes pretty girls older women young ladies girls of the night etc.... Doesn't like.... people who call him Dick. Grew up an only child was a bit of a nerd but rounded out some in college. Knows his way around. Did I mention he likes girls. Wry sense of humor but likable So glad you could join us Afternooner. Lawyer Attorney Lacey Reins Age 34Normal height and build nothing spectacular about her. Very serious minded and "Mature". Does not believe in ghosts or the stupid squabbling over the money of Mr. Shane Witherspoon III. Though he was a billionaire, and I was paid handsomely to see this through Sometimes I wonder why I ever bother with it. But as the will states I am stuck with these people and this house until a verified relative can claim it at their own. Which hopefully will be real soon since this place creeps me out. ApplicationI would like to apply:Name: Hunter Reeves Age: 32Height: 6'2"Weight:180Hair: blonde, short cut Build: Fit Reeves is an ex-cop who left the force after being suspended for private, undisclosed reasons he refuses to talk about. After leaving the force, Reeves decided to become a bounty hunter to make ends meat.IOC: I don't know enough about the plot to give you a decent reason why he has stumbled into the manor. If you want to check out some of my work I recommend these threads in the ORP section:1. Know Your Enemy2. Frankenstein (horror)3. There's Something Happening Herein you need any other info, or more threads feel free to PM me. PM: We will get you there. I just need to know how you would know the name...... Shane Witherspoon III. Also, I know you may not want people to know your reason for getting kicked off the force, but could you pm me and let me know? I may have use for it. Welcome Welcome to the thread PM, Cranes and I talked it over, and I do know your writing since I was in a thread with you once. Just pm us with the reasons for his being kicked off, making something we could use against him no one else would know. And the thread will be up soon. A connection to Shane Witherspoon III would be good, perhaps he was a second uncle or something? Sweet Richard Richards connection..... he thinks he's related to Shane Witherspoon the third. Hey, Sweet, how long do you think we should wait before posting the actual thread? Thread Let's post it tonight. Should I start it with the lawyer introduction? Dolores Delaney... known as Didi to her friends... or clients. Yes you guessed it. Didi is a prostitute... escort if you asked her. But a whore nonetheless, selling it to whomever has the price. Shane had the price and the inclination for the tough stuff, the wearer and more unusual the better he liked it. Kinky doesn't describe him, or his habits. Didi had been his favorite, or so he often told her. She had heard that before, but this time, she believed it. For he had left her something in his will. But in order to get it, and it was more money than even Didi and her rapacious mind could fathom, She had to fill three tasks. His last requests to her, or so it would seem. Didi works out, she has to, to stay as trim and sexy as her clients require. Her measurements 38-24-34. On the small side for a whore, but she packed a lot into that fame. Only 31 she has done and seen it all, so she thinks. But the first requirement is to meet up with his lawyer and family at the estate. Maybe there is something she hasn't done.IOC I have left the three tasks empty... perhaps the lawyer better come up with them. Need ideas? I have a few if you want to pm me, or else just assign them. Evil Grind can get real creative and give three tasks... If I may Cranes? Actually you may give her the task as long as one of them involves me...*wink*Uh, and I was thinking more of starting it with the newspaper article, but if you have one prepared then you can do it. Start was thinking the exact same thing LMAO! I got the three tasks already..... *evil grind* I love this already...1. Must stay two weeks at the manor without leaving the grounds.2. No sex with any male in that two week frame.3. Must sleep and share the master bedroom with Mad Maddy. No exceptions, and She must convince Maddy to sleep there with her. Whatcha think? Damn Sweet, I wonder if you aren't my twin... I love it...*kisses Sweet on the lips* You are wonderful! Now, who is starting this? Start You go for it this time, The ad dim sure would match no matter who wrote it in lol.*kiss* i'll be waiting for my tasks for each member who shows up. Lol trust me each person will have a reason to be there when I'm done and All will be required to stay the two full weeks not leaving the grounds in order to get their share..... To be continued. No sex??? Wait a minute... oh wait... with men?hell that's easy. I think. Eyeing the men. Ummmm, two weeks? lol No sex, well unless you candy it without getting caught Lowe should mention Cranes that characters will be controlled.meaning if something spooky came up and tied them down and raped them... or picked them up and tossed them down the hall. Etc. Things like that.... Yes, you have a going. Some need to take control of your character will be done. Only to ensure the safety of your lives...no, wait, that is the ride at Six Flags. Oh, yea, We will need character control sometimes. But you will like it sometimes. Have you watched that movie yet Sweet? Movieooooooh yes! Excellent loved it, freaky stuff. Lol one I'm gonna want to buy for my collection. Btw the characters in the story don't have to be relatives, just mentioned in the will. But requirements of each one who is there. Ok. I started it. Tell me what you think of Maddy. *applauds*Excellent......what do you think of mine? Very bitch....*claps hands and pats you on the back.* We are going to enjoy this way too much. LMAO love it! Hehe *hugs* ok other bitch, shall we wait for the other's to join in before posting haywire? This up to you hon. I know that Marian and Afternooner probably won't be on until the morning...and one other is on now, and said he would post by the end of tonight. I don't know about PM or his habits yet. How is the Haynes? Name: Chester WithersonAge: 30Build: Average for someone who goes to the gym regularly Story: Chester is a long-lost son of Shane Witherspoon III. III had an affair with Chester's mother. Only after hearing of Shane's death did Chester's mother tell him who is true father was. Now Chester has come here looking to claim what is his. How is that? hmmmmNot bad at all, nice character. If Haynes invited you, since she didn't tell me everyone dang her lol, post intro arrival at the house. SP Sorry I took so long... just wanted to think about my character... well here she is:Annette Witherspoon (daughter of Shane Witherspoon III brother)She is a reporter who just received a chance to try herself at TV, Her father died when she was young, and her mother died 2 years ago, but she always mentioned the family fortune Shane W.III had stolen from the family, Annette is going for her share of the money. She is very independent, secure and courageous. She is 5´7 tall, auburn hair that frames her face, green eyes, pale skin, natural D-cup. She is claustrophobic, bisexual and a little bitchy Welcome since you were already invited by Cranes to join go ahead and post your character's arrival at the manor and welcome.SP Sorry SP He was a last minute addition. Can you ever forgive me? *sly grin**get on hands and knees* PLEASE????LOL Stephen Collins Ok, AR asked me & at first I said no, but I think I'll have time now, since I'm basically only in 2 threads. I'll post a description & intro so you all can decide if this pathetic worm is worthy of your thread. Stephen Collins height: 5'10"weight: 185age: 34build: muscular hair & eyes: Black/Blue with a trimmed mustache & goatee Stephen is a nephew, the son of Shane Witherspoon III's sister. He left high school & joined the Marines, where he spent 2 tours in Delta Force (special forces) as a demolitions expert. When he got out he went to school for a while, then tried some jobs but finally settled on real estate, buying mid-ranged houses, remodeling them & selling them for a profit. He is almost a millionaire in his own right, just not quite there yet. He has had 2 serious relationships that never worked out, some flings with women, but is not in a relationship at the moment. Furthermore, he got a letter a week ago telling him to come to the house with proof of his ancestry. Ok, here is my first post:I drive my dusty black Explorer up to a huge old manor house & park next to a sport scar. There is a black Lexus in the driveway as well, & the drive continues around the house, so there may be more people here already. I get out & grab my briefcase, straightening my jeans & shirt. The unseasonably hot wind blows over me, causing instant beads of sweat to form on my brow. Well, this is it. The house obviously has seen some neglect, but looks to be in pretty good condition. Just some minor repairs & it will be good as new. I walk up to the door, & ring the bell. A deep sonorous tone reverberates through the house & onto the porch. Its kinda ominous for a doorbell, but then again it takes all tastes, sorta like that guy who insisted his doorbell play "La Huarache". I smile at that memory & stand there silently waiting for someone to answer the door. I guess you can join. On the stipulations I gave you. Stay committed to this one please dear. Plus it is up to SP, But I am sure she won't say no. Big GrinsOOooOOO up to me? I feel special... not really. Lol As if I would say no! Geese. Welcome aboard Winter... I will post his thing on there in a bit....talking with my gram, and she takes up my time. Alrighty, I'll be on stand by attempting to wake up. How many more writers did you invite? How ya think my stiff lawyer bitch is doing?? Hehe I love your Lawyer! I invited:Abraham WinterlightWhite QueenMerelanAfternoonerthegengothsTruthproveyor. Did you invite Pooh live? And then we have PM. *shrugs*Well chit, I invited Pooh to join, but I doubt he actually will join in here. So looks like we got a full cast, unless ya want more "hooters" in there? He-he I'm in one of my moods today. Bring on the BAD!ok I'm calm again. Hmm Did you make sure to invite those who would stay with the thread? O =) ok I'm thinking again. Beware I believe that the ones I invited will stay, and keep it interesting....and If we are playing more than one character then I think there is going to be plenty o' tittle. LOL Shall we lock the doors once Truth comes in? *evil grind*oh yes. I think we should lock the door once we get the quiet one in here. Trap them all. HeheheheHope they all have life insurance. *shrugs* I am more than ready to get this in gear. And with you and me writing in here, there is going to be plenty of "naughty" . Should I try innocent first? Hehe I didn't get a PM, so my first thought is I'm not what you're looking for. If so, that's fine. However, this thread looks fascinating, and has already spawned most of a character in my mind. I would love to be in it. I'm not sure what kind of character you might prefer to have fun with, so I point to three threads of mine: Jerry in the thread "Sandy" is a relatively new character, but developing nicely as a submissive; Ronnie in the thread "A fuck..." is a blatant, almost brutish dominator; and Tampa in the thread "After School Classes at Pilot High" is a sick little perverted bitch. The character I have in mind is a tarot-phone. You know the kind I mean, doesn't believe in anything, but knows how to do the cards enough to exploit people and make a living. An ex-runaway, lived on the streets until she found an abandoned envelope with enough money to set herself up in a poor apartment and begin reading tarot for money. I could go relatively innocent and doing just what she has to and knows how to survive, or completely sarcastic and using everyone to get whatever she wants. Naive angel or streetwise punk, if you want me in, it's your choice... BF, I haven't really written with you much yet, that is why I have not pmed you...>Uh, Sweets what do you say? He is a good writer what I have seen. But this is also a joint commitment. Also, How would your character be joined in with Shane Witherspoon III? And can you put up a description? Home, she? Lol confusing is it not? Well I have seen some of BF's writing and I liked what I have seen. Very creative mind. UmmmI think a sassy street wise punk would be fun against the stiff lawyer and the mad maid. LmaoI say alrighty, now back to you AR. Thank you Sweets... In today's news.... Opps....wrong one...LOOK, just answer those two questions BF and you are in. Welcome to your nightmares....LOL news...in today's new a no legged man was rapped my two unarmed prostitutes on main street..... A woman was mugged by a drive by shopping spree teenager. And now these messages while I go find something enable!!!!! My first thought of how she would be connected to Witherspoon was what made me think of the runaway aspect of the character - as a grandniece who did not know she was such, he hired investigators to find her, abandon money near her and watch whether she snorted it up her nose or used it to get off the street. Seeing that she was not a completely lost case, he added her to the will. As stated, she does not know that she is a relative, and has no papers to prove it. However, visible marks, both birthmarks and the result of living on the street would make her description understandable to the lawyer. As to a full description, I can certainly do that, but was wondering which type (cynical or innocent) of character you preferred before finalizing that stuff. What I can say is:Sex: Female Age: 18Build: Slender Other: Bears scars, some visible on arms and face, from living a tough life on the street. Never got involved with drugs and saw too many die in a bottle to get drunk. Has certain fears regarding abandonment (which will either add to her sarcastic or submissive nature, obviously). Name, Hair, Eyes, Complexion I wish to add on knowing your preferences, but would be one of the following:Cynic:Name: Angela Hopkins (yeah, may be descended from the witch finder general somewhere... Hair: Blonde (never trust a blonde...) Eyes: Cold, crystal blue Complexion: Alabaster Innocent:Name: Bethany King Hair: Mousy brown Eyes: Green Complexion: Ruddy, many freckles, well then... Angela Hopkins it is - you two got that written while I was doing the description and checking other posts Angela it is...when you are ready ring the bell and the door will be opened. Marian Sweetie. Your PM box is full. PM dear, your box is full...and also, Go OP. *twirls halo on forefinger* how I'm doin' boss lady? Think I got the hang of this yet? Or umm should I practice some more spooky stuff? *EG* emptied my box, sorry about that. I'm thinking the forged docs are a better way. What do you think? Yes, PM I think that is the best way to go...and SP, I love it darling... You are marvelous...just marvelous... Evil Grind*rubbing hands together* let the sick twisted scary stuff begin...LOL this one is going to be addictive! Already is... I know I need to post on other threads, but you guys are quick on me today. Oh, just to add to my last post, she would have been too late, too shocked and too angry to have heard that the newcomer is meant to train her... that way she doesn't know anything that will clash with her instructions yet (and he already knows she's got to be a lady...) Sorry for the delay, having to do some of my male housewife duties this Argo. Don't worry BF, I am running behind, but I am still at the computer.>LOL relaxation lol ok. I am sitting here until ALL sign that damned agreement. Gives my hands a break from typing... 17 threads It's kinda hard to keep up lol but damned if it isn't fun!! Ok now we are waiting for PM to get inside and get his (unbeknownst to him) agreement (AAAAA even the spooks have plans.) and Truth to appear.*evil naughty grind* then the fun shall begin. And Ar Hun. Stop scaring that poor lawyer! She's going to pee her pants or have heart failure LMAO! I just brought in the "Uniform" this should be fun. Well, give your input people...is it bear enough for you yet? My input? You guys are really sick... of course you have to realize that to know that I... well, fill it in yourself. This is fun. Oh, btw... if you want to use the tarot cards for anything other than Angela pretending to do a reading (if she ever goes near those buggers again after what she turned over) then either take control or let me know through pm (if you don't want others to know the control of the cards is at your hand). I will either devise a reading to give a meaning like you ask or write the cards exactly as you prescribe them if that's what you want. Probably not something to worry about, but an offer if it makes an interesting thread addition - oh and no explanation is needed before I comply, of course - I am in your hands. My darling Angel, you & your sister-in-spirit are wicked evil women & I shall thank you for being that way later tonight, SP will have to get her thanks from someone else, as she is not in the neighborhood & her hubby might get jealous. Thanks BF. I will keep that in mind ... And Ab honey. You know I don't give up my secrets so flattery will get you nowhere... As soon as my last person gets in just a moment a momentous account will happen. *evil grins*Why thank you AB Hun I take that as a very sweet and wonderfully relish compliment. It just comes naturally. I don't have to work too hard to be sick. *Giggles* Let the fun/nightmare begin! As for the whiney wussy bitchy lawyer. "Y'all Suck!" Helene BF, I got a problem sweetie, your PM box is full....so here is the answer. You are right ....the witch ghost's name is Laura, *my mother-in-law's name LOL* She left after being called a bitch, and it makes sense, that Angela would call her that....just seemed fitting... perfectly understandable all round then. Thanks - oh, and thanks for letting me know my 'box' is 'full', I'll pull the stuffing out of it. NP, sugar, anytime.The same goes for all of you. *kiss* I hope the slight liberty I have taken with the provision of finery is ok. I figure it fits in nicely with both her major tasks. IE - suitable for being a lady, and completely free access for shows etc. It is wonderful BF, I love it. Shows you have an imagination, and I am glad you decided to join in on our little adventure. Believe me, it's my pleasure... personally, as the ghosts are continually labelled 'sick' and 'disgusting' I'm still waiting to see when they become that bad... But hey, I got a high-tolerance for shock in stories. I never did understand people getting frightened by horror flicks even as a kid. Me neither.... I love horror flicks...my GF she jumps in my lap when she watches them.LOL He, that must be fun. I don't watch them with my wife, simply because it's too reminiscent of some shit that happened to her as a kid... but she was using me to hide against during the Mummy and Mummy2... Ya know, your post reminded me of a curiosity I have. That being, what percentage of Lit posters actually are women - as apart from those who pretend to be (e.g. female avatar, female nick). Truth be told, nobody will ever know, but it does remind me of the sick-humor magazine quiz I once saw "Girls can be perverts too" Well, I am 100% woman and 99% pervert! Lol *bows his head in shame* OK, so you caught me in a prejudice I didn't even know I had... when you said your GF leaps into your lap, I made an assumption on your gender being male. I apologize and reaffirm then when you assume you really do make and ass out of u and me...whoops That is ok sweetie. For the longest time I thought you were female. So, we just know not to assume things. Yes, I am bi, have a GF too. LOL. I love it. Here I will prove it. Also, Ab is my husband. WWW... so cute... But, er... I don't know how to tell you this. Your husband is a panda stuffy. As to me being female, I could probably find a basic, non-erotic picture of me somewhere to prove I'm not, but the trouble is, the monitor would shatter if you tried to view it... Don't be so mean. He is the perfect husband, sleeps without snoring, never talks back, and doesn't tell me another girl is prettier than I am. LOL But seriously, show yourself I want to see. You have piqued my interest now. Believe me, even my wife has to take a deep breath and steady herself before she calls me handsome...Let's just say a 5'5 fat guy with bad knees and asthma is not everyone's ideal... Neither is someone that looks like me, but I did it for you.....*winning* and your wife must love you if you say you look so bad, and she married you... She must think you are something special He, AR - firstly I don't see not tin wrong with the way you look. Admittedly, I prefer a somewhat darker complexion, but then you're married to AB not to me (thankfully as I guess we're both happy with the partners we got). As to my beloved's vision of me - that could be colored by the fact that her ex was non-too-caring when it came to dealing with her four chronic illnesses... Yes, Ab loves me the way I am. If I saw me through his eyes I would be Angelina Jolie EW! Skinny women... Personally, I prefer the pleasure of a large woman (he, even wrote a poem about it), then, when you squeeze them, you don't have to be afraid they're going to snap. Anyhoo, sorry to all for dragging the thread into this non-main-thread-related avenue. I should be spanked. What do you mean? I like the way it is going. Don't know about everyone but I know several people have said they like it...and to keep it going.... As far as Angelina Jolie, she is the only skinny Minnie I would do, I like bigger girls too, like my size, like, Drew Barrymore, Christina Ricci, and Janeane Garofalo. Those type... Deliciious. Ok, well, I'm happy to keep the discussion going if it doesn't detract from things others want to talk about - was just aware of the total lack of speech from others lately, so didn't want to upset anyone or take away from the story this is the IOC for. Anyhoo, though I'm lucky if I can identify Madonna from Van Morrison by looking at names (I can very seldom remember ANY stars name from ANY area of the entertainment industry) I don't think you've listed any big women there. Now if you want a beautiful large woman lets talk Starr Jones... Not sure on her size, possibly slightly larger than my normal preference, but I do like a size 18-26 beauty. I think it slows down for most on weekends. I think I know who Starr Jones is. Furthermore, I only know the ones that catch my eye. LOL Hamm... believe it or not, I'm having trouble finding a good photo of Starr on the web. She is the beautiful black woman from "The View", one of my wife's favorite shows. This is a picture of all the women on that show and I think it's easy to identify the beautiful black one (the rest being white or oriental). Unfortunately it's neither great quality nor large. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Firstly because the new media has proven again and again that they will make up any shit to sell papers/airtime. Secondly because frankly, given some of the child abuse I went through as a kid, and much worse of the same friends of mine experienced, very little surprises me anyhow. Besides, PM, I was talking about looks, not personality. Sweet - edited my post, sorry about that should have checked with you first. I know what you mean about never being surprised. I have a hard time being surprised. He, you want the truth - it was only a) finding a pagan faith and b) actually having a woman truly love me that let me find my sense of wonder let alone surprise. Nowadays, I do find wonder in the spiritual beauty of the world and never ceased to find true love wondrous, even in those rare times we have to make up after a fight. Its alright PM Hun, Just noticed you wrote leaving. AR and I must have forgotten to write it in there clearly, but the house is sealed. And no one can get out or in. That's why you have no choice but to interact with the psycho spooks And BF and AR Are right on one thing, tiny females would snap in a real romp he-he. Sweet, from what I have seen of your pics, you aren't that big.BF, I am of the Pagan faith too. Good to see more of them around. I have found a true jewel in life looking in my husband. He is so caring and loving and a great father and husband. I could never have found him if I had been looking. He loves me dearly and treats me like a queen. I love him....more than chocolate or sex. Nope I am not that big, but I'm not tiny either. Playing soccer, hiking and dancing all my life gave me a real strong set of thighs, but I'm not small either. I keep thinking I'll get Lucy and be model thin before I'm 40 LMAO. Not going to happen, besides I'm a mom, I am allowed to look like one right? Love the thread btw. Want me to post for Shane now? Actually I could use your assistance with an idea of what to bloody well do! If it's ok with you guys, Angela/Little Sneak is currently against the basement door. She will not go inside, unless one of the ghosts takes her inside of course. And if she seems to be a child, it's because that alter-personality is. Oh, if you object to her being against the basement door, that's fine, just have her against any other door at the foot of a low-level flight of steps. Yeah, I do like to give my characters problems, don't I? Tooth... you ladies are getting last...(singing)Yummy, yummy, yummy I got blood in my tummy... You are great BF. I hope you like it. Sure I do... but right now I'm wondering (and please don't confirm one way or another) if you're looking for a quick kill-off of most characters, since two have just been killed, or if that was simply a way of disposing of two unneeded characters that builds excellently on the plot. Just to confirm, I am happy to go along with either being around for several thousand more posts, or for being killed off, which ever is needed. After all, I've already decided that Angela may not go to survive... whether that is by death, by dismemberment, by being driven into a vegetative state from terror, or by being overtaken by one of her alters (frankly, many of whom would make a wondrous complement to the ghost family - if you ever see her inner version of Daddy, you'll find Sam may even have an ideal lover). All I can say from that, is you two ladies (in particular as the thread organizers) and the rest of this motley crew are really inspiring me. *Blush* I don't know about Sweet, but I take that as a great compliment. I love this thread. I can do whatever I wish in it and it is great. Just to let you know, Didi died because Marian said she couldn't post a lot and that meant she either just dropped off the thread, or had to die.... Sorry Marian! Still love you though. Well, on with the games... I mean madness, her....fun, yea, that is it. I had a sneaking suspicion that was it, and Lacey you could afford to lose and was already a character under your (sweetp4u's at least) control. Yup, but very nicely written. Oh, btw, Cranes, I never did comment on your photo, but should have, sorry. Having seen that and some others on the BBW thread, I have to say Ab is a lucky man. Happily married tho I am, I can readily spot a beautiful woman when I see her. Glad he treats you nice like you deserve. *blush* Thanks. I really appreciate that. I am beginning to get to where I want to be, but I still have a judge to work on. Furthermore, I went to the men free this weekend and for the first time ever in my life showed more than my arms or legs. Furthermore, I wore a top that showed stomach. Furthermore, I was so proud. Nothing wrong with a judge, sweetie. As my wife said to me when I was getting down on my weight issues (and for me weight is a slight issue as it makes my chronically weakened knee joints worse), The love handles let me hold on throughout the ride... LOL, that is great. I love that. *evil grind*Nah, Didi was off'd because I was told Marian left us, *pouty faces* Lacey was killed to scare the holy shit out of some ppl... he-he I do believe it worked. To scare some people? You mean there are some of us who aren't scared? I must missed them. *shrugs* I just thought that Samantha needed to get some attention is all... Was it not Gorey enough?? Dammit! I knew I needed to work on my details and freaky stuff. No worries. I'll get better with timepssssssssst... Hint here. Evil has come out to play for a while. A little fun before more gooey stuff is spilled... Helene I'm presuming from the 'in here' comment that Little Sneak is being urged into the basement? If so she'll follow an angel, of course, but I don't want to write her going in there if you instead meant in her heart or something else... just want to be 100% sure before I follow up. She was trying to lure Angela into the basement. But someone had to interrupt!! Damned spooks messing with my spook! Hehehehe ok, on it... now, who shall I let out now I wonder... Angela, Daddy, or one of her other alters... Ya know, a diagnosed multiple who is an IRL friend was diagnosed to have several hundred personalities.... hmmmmmmm daddy!! Something new ... lol perhaps? Thinking about it... not sure right now though. Anyhoo, time to go to bed. Nighnight. Well... you said you wanted to see Daddy - Angela's main inner tormentor... I think Sam and daddy would make a good pair....... That's what I said... Oh, and just in case it in any way looks like I'm treading on any coat-tails, no Daddy is not a ghost. He is an inner projection by Angela of her real Daddy. So when I say Daddy drags her etc... she (at least physically, we won't get into different psychological ideas of what multiples are) is dragging her and imagining Daddy doing it. Oh, I know of MPD very well, have a friend that is MPD. Daddy lol Angela projects him and does things on her own, but her grandfather (not daddy) is with her at all times, trying to help her in some form or another.*shrugs* sounded good at the time to 'see' someone trying to guide Angela but not doing a good job of it.Anyone especially BF don't like it let me know, I'll remove it He, trouble with MPD and the psych community is they don't know how to handle it... the close friend of mine who has MPD used to suffer from it, but now has integrated to the extent that all alters can work together. Frankly this person can out-achieve anyone I've ever met, now. Yea, my friend had over two hundred inactive personalities, and 60 active. Some were fun for the most part, and some were disturbing. One tried to kill the main person, so it always looked like she was trying to commit suicide. Those are scary times... But I have learned to love them all...in their own way. No, that's fine. He, could even be part of the reason that, despite being a fraud, she has done relatively well conning people into believing her tarot reading bullshit. She would be unaware of it however, so any contact should be on a subconscious level. BTW, thanks for explaining here who the spirit is - as Daddy is not a spirit. I have a question, umm no never mind. Too confusing. But on another note, How am I doin' so far? Anyone ready to strangle me yet? Hehe What is your question Sweet? I am sure we can answer it...without getting too confused, or Yahoo me.... And, you are doing wonderful.... I love it. I have one simple rule when it comes to questions, sweetp4u... You have the right to ask me anything you want as long as you understand that I have the right to refuse to answer. I apply that to myself and others. For me, don't worry about causing offense - hell you can ask if I ever had sex with a baboon if you want... the answer would be no, btw. Lolcats just nasty BF, LMAO. My question was a joke AR, nothing serious. Which looked to be in bad taste considering the conversation, So I dropped it. Though now I can't recall what the hell I was going to say. *Shrugs* call it a blonde moment or something, it's been one of those days. Btw I am a little sick, no not just mentally LMAO, I got a cold. Antsy too so if I slack off just kick me one, promise not to like it Well, I hope you get over your cold soon, good health to you... even if I am annoyed cos you just pointed out I missed out on a sick joke. By the way, did you know about the guy who used to be a necrophiliac? Until some rotten cunt split on him that is...now THAT is a sick joke. OMG that's just nasty... lol Gives new meaning to the term stiff.thank you BF, I should be over it sometime this year. Freaking weather changes here always do this to me. Oh, I recalled my question, what if people THINK you have multiple personalities, but are just gifted with being versatile? Sorta like, what is the hardest thing about eating a vegetable? Manipulating the wheelchair......LOL Got another one, but not many people like it.....OH, oh...got two more...the second one is funny!!! Tell me if you want to hear it. I agree Sweet. Get better sweetie. OH, YES! Do tell, come on Ar, no being stingy with the dirty jokes. Lol I am an instigator. Aren't I am stinker? *naughty grind* Ok, I warned you, they are not for the weak....... Ok the first is the second one I thought of, but it is the best... So, a little boy runs into the kitchen and says "mommy, granny has a shrimp." The mother, quite puzzled said, "what honey?" Very upset his mother isn't listening the boy says, "Granny has a shrimp." She looked puzzled still, and she says, "show me what you are talking about." So, he takes his mom into the living room where her mother is butt ass naked on the couch, her legs spread and her clit protruding a little. He points at her clit and says, "See, granny has a shrimp." The mother giggled a bit, "No, honey, that isn't shrimp That is your granny's clit." The boy looked for a moment and shrugged..." Well, whatever, sure does taste like shrimp." Ba due bump. Go on then, Cranes... Oh, and if we're talking sick, there was the 'kids today' cartoon I once saw... Pedophile: Hurhurhur, would you like to come and see some puppies little girl? Child: Ok, but can I suck your cock first.(umm...needless to say that's the kind of thing that's only funny as a joke) Sorta like my first one. What do you do after eating a bald pussy? Put the diaper back on.... That isn't funny, only as a joke. Well at least it wasn't "tastes like chicken...."Oh, btw you can use SP instead of typing out the whole damned thing. Its much easier You are right there BF, only a joke...hmmmmmmm, ok back to the thinking board, Ar next time I mentioned 16 or so threads, shoot me K? Lol hey now! I don't wear diapers! Lmao That is cool SP. I don't wear diapers either... ok that is too freaky lol, you sure you aren't my long-lost sis? I always thought I was adopted. Being the only brunette in a house full of red heads LMAO SP: btw, with response to your 'what if people think you're a multiple but...' If you were looking for humor, I needn't add anything - it might make a good bumper sticker tho... On the other hand, of the several diagnosed multi I've known - on and off net - one of them had the following experience: she was rushed to hospital, diagnosed with emphysema, the scans and tests showed her lungs had water etc., shrink she was going to come to see her and called on a different alter who DIDN'T have emf and it cleared up. As I understand it the docs were astounded. Unfortunately, when that alt went back, she regained the emf and had to be treated. Now THAT is a multiple... Damn, there are some fascinating things out there. Unfortunately for me, I'm perfectly sane. Well... Normal? Lol that isn't even true, but you get the idea. I've got to go take my hubby some clothes for his trip to Colorado. I'll be back in a little bit. Have fun for me while I'm gone. Bye SP. Talk to you later hon. I am not sure if you are my sis or not, but from the way we work together, I claim you LOL See you later.... Have fun, SP... now the question is, does hubby being away mean you get to party hard until he comes home, or are you like me and my wife - whenever one of us has to go away the other bitches and whines until they get back... "I miss you...." Oh, and as to 16 threads, consider the following, My list:1. Whisper Manor2. IOC to Whisper Manor3. A fuck...4. Netiquette5. Sandy6. The Exchange Students7. Dorm Life8. Dungeons and Dragons xxx9. A Threat to Royalty10. After School Classes at Pilot High11. Locked Out With No Panties On12. The Person Below Me Game13. Something New and Interesting (a word association game)14. IOC: All Star Screwing Squad (which is about to go live today or tomorrow)15. IOC: Haunted House (ditto - I started this before you, so please don't be offended it was just slow to take off)16. IOC: Post-Graduate Classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (dunno if this will take off)17. IOC: Youth Gets Wasted on the Old (probably a flop, nobody is posting a char even tho 3 say they love the idea of intergenerational sex)18. Banshee19. Birth of a New World20. Strip Chess21. Unconventional Punishment'm also thinking of starting a husband/wife one and maybe a lonely heart one... I don't _think_ I forgot any... BF, mine is bigger than yours... Whisper Manor IOC Whisper Manor Netiquette Sandy X-Men IOC After school Classes at Phil pot High IOC to the Planet 69 one (forgot the name) dreamers in the night Werewolf thread IOC Marvel Universe IOC to Marvel Universe The Bridge Closed Door Yearning to Learn Twin Sister Terror (not sure if we are gonna keep this one going) Things that go bump in the night Somewhere in the night WWF IOC All girl Slumber party IOC to the Bondage Fairies Runner Ups Mother daughter Call girl Team Month by the Lake The vamp and the girl [/list=1] he, interesting... there's some of them I considered joining - like the WWF one... and others that looked interesting, but not for me, like the mother/daughter call-girl team. Alex pouting Mon amour, I was sad to see you listed month by the lake number twenty-five You mean to tell me I didn't even make the top ten feel bad but at least I wasn't last right. Afternooner I only joined the Mother/Daughter one as a favor for Sail away. He asked me to and how can I deny someone when they as so sweetly?Lol Alex deary, If I were to rank them, Month would definitely be one of the top three...if not higher...>Can't choose... Trust me, that is not #25......you get me so hot with that one. Thanks Toni feel so much better now and though I love the mystery and suspense and plot of other threads... I love how excited I get when I see your post in response to mine.... very definitely hot. Alex Yes, I have to agree. I can't wait for what surprises you have in store when you write there. It is so exciting. Alex surprised also Yes, for me, it is so neat to write with someone that can lead as well as follows and yet can suddenly lead me down a path I hadn't planned on or follow me in a new direction too. I hope our readers are enjoying this titillating adventure as much as we are. I agree........this is truly a fun story. Just gives me tingles all over to think that someone out there is reading our characters and pleasuring themselves to our words. Hey, I just had a bizarre idea. Thinking about the thread and thinking of all the loons and then watching Quills... Why not start a thread based on a Mooney bin...some Psychiatric hospital...would that be too you know, what is the word I am thinking of... Oh, do you think that would be a good one, or would it offend everyone? Is there a difference between a good thread and one which would offend some people? I mean, look at Whisper House or Netiquette (which I hope you are enjoying as much as I am). They both involve some kind of control/blackmail/non consent and that is definitely something which would offend a lot of people. Further, I've had a few people seem to want an intergenerational sex thread (from the poll on Youth Gets Wasted On The Old, 3 out of 9 say they think it's an excellent idea, 2 more think its good but either they or I am not good enough to write it), whereas 2 people responded to the post simply saying EW! Crazy to say the least'm thinking of a Ken Jersey novel "one flew over the cuckoos" nest there was a crazy Indian in that one(someone you know maybe) Have you read it? It's fantastic! Made a movie too... maybe you could rent it if you like the idea. I think I will start it, if it doesn't take off then that is no biggie, but it is worth a try. I love playing a weird character. Want to play the Indian Afternooner? What about you BF? Wanna play? And BF, I am enjoying the thread.... But, I have a feeling the hubby is the Master....am I right? Indian sounds good to wanted to know if your familiar with the story 'One flew over the cuckoos nest' and how close we want to stay to it. Otherwise I will just follow your lead (for a while anyway) I am not familiar at all with it, so just do what you wish....you can put him in there, but this won't be based on it..... If BF plays an MPD, then I know what characteristics I will have. Otherwise, if he doesn't then I will have it.... Sorry, no MPD this time - I just have a kept narcissistic slut... Yea, I get to play the MPD. WOO TOO! With regard to Netiquette, you're intended to be thinking along those lines, by the way. It may be right, it may be wrong. One thing I will tell you is that some time soon, The_Master is going to demand some payment that will involve you meeting him... Oh, and one reason it may be wrong is, although I _know_ who The_Master is, I could always change my mind until I actually reveal it. Oh, and to add one more thing, that Microcam, you might realize, looked too high-tech and expensive to be something hubby could afford easily. Demand huh>? I don't know, I might not like that Idea.....(silly slut, you know you do!)LOL Jack Jack is a "normal" roustabout likes his wine and girls and ends up in a psycho ward by mistake he has no friends so he can't get out so spends his time antagonizing the head nurse and trying to get in every girl's gown. With the back end open he has considerable luck and is the life of the ward because of his antics. Does this fit in. in the book he smuggles in a couple of prostitutes which makes for an interesting subplot. The Indian is a quiet giant of a man who gets them all out eventually, but we don't need hm as we'll be having too much fun and probably won't want to leave. Cool hon. Post your character on the IOC and we will probably start it sometime tomorrow... Can't wait! *confusion at its finest!*Alright dammit, lol I am gone for just a little bit and there is a million and one posts in here. *sighs*As for hubby, Yeah I miss him when he is gone. But not that much! Lol Now if hubby would stop saying I broke him, and whining that he gets no sleep, then he can come home. Til then he has to stop whining at me lol. As for new thread, sounds good. Wish ya luck with it. As for my whining at 16 threads, I fall silent now. Crazy people lol. I can though keep them straight so I guess I could pick up more, but then I would be at this computer too much and not having fun else where. In the summer I am hardly online whereas winter time (depression season) I am here occupying my time. Now back to the story, I have seen that movie once a long time ago, and don't recall much, but an insane asylum would be fun if you got some crazy characters in there and some conflict. Sorry SP. We will be good from now on....(look at me lying...gee) great, let's do it But I'm out of here for now unless Sp replies to my post (I’m waiting hon) But will do the IOC in the morning while you two guys are still snoozing *Gasp*Ar lied to me!!!!!? Bend over for your spankings young lady. heheAfternooner, Hun I'm thinking right now and working on a post. And there's another protector. 'Cos if you're going to deal with something so gross... sometimes you just gotta be Cold as Ice. *bending over* make it hurt! Here, here is a paddle to use...leather with fur lining...MMMM, waiting..... voodoo eager aren't ya? Well. Hmmm if you beg then we can get that ass nice and Rosa red!lol I am on a roll today, *smacks ass* now hop to it! Thank you, Mistress May I have another? Please???*Liking this ....* my, greedy today, huh? Lol Well I suppose. If you promise to thoroughly enjoy it....*smacks ass again*I am thinking of the next victim. Perhaps Sam could really get kinky and molest someone, then kill them? Could happen... who knows. That is up to you two after all... Yea, but I don't think it will be Angela, she is way too much fun. *giggles* nah it isn't Angela going. I just like ppl 'thinking' she's next, but Sam is never certain who she wants. But rest assured, it's a guy first.... *creepy music cue*he-he Love this, this is just too much fun. Now for Lacey to tell Shane off... He, looks like it already is Angela. If you want to write me out that's ok, I am enjoying the thread immensely, but if a good death scene will help, I'm more than willing... and already know, given what is going to be done to her, what alter will be present (or rapidly switching alters). Likewise, if you want her to die, and then become a ghost, I'm more than willing to be worked in that way. To leave, to ghost or to live... I leave it up to two of the most excellent authors on Lit. Right now I have to go cook my honey some fish. SP, when you get on I have something to talk to you about, so either PM me or catch me on Yahoo...>Thanks. Umm... correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Rich still alive and being forced to fuck Samantha? If so, that means he inherits, doesn't it? Would Samantha and the other ghosts know what happened? If there's such a strong link then it makes sense that they'd be aware of when an heir died... who's on first ? I don't know, I just thought we'd end this thing and thought Richard was doomed anyway and Sam wanting to fuck him to death, and with the door closing, and so I chose to have him die at his own hand (or Dick) whatever... rather than give in to Sam. I can edit if it's a problem. Dunno, that's kind of up to Sweet and AR... I'm happy to go with the flow of what they and everyone else want. You're certainly right that it is winding down, but can do that in many ways. If they're happy to leave it on a man bleeding to death like that (and why the hell not I guess) then off we go to another thread together (I hope). You guys have been great, I know that much.

OOC to Whisper Manor|rating:3.0

Girls are Delicious!

Basically, this role-play is about consuming members of the fairer sex. Firstly, some strict guidelines:1) Only same-size oral soft more is allowed. No hard, anal, birth, shrinking, or growing. Digestion is allowed.2) No full authors. Humans and demise are allowed, demise being creatures like Nikos, with mostly human features and animal ears, wings and/or tails. Normal animals are also allowed, but it must be something that would normally eat meat in the real world.3) As the title says, this is a RP about eating girls. F/F and M/F is allowed. M/M and F/M is not.4) All prey must be eventually eaten. I'm sorry if you find these terms restricting, but in the end, it is my RP. Before entering, you must fill out this form:Name:Race (human or Demi):Age:Appearance:Red or Prey?:My forms:Name: CariRace(human or Demi): Demi cartage: 17Appearance:m ... 8SgqqO7KuimPred or Prey?: Prey Name: KevinRace(human or Demi): Human Age: 16Appearance:m ... HvClwVTyO_mired or Prey?: Predesign up and have fun! Name:RachelRace(human or Demi):human Demi cartage:20Appearance:my avitarPred/prey:both Accepted! We can begin if you want. (Ok) Also, I'm sorry if I don't reply for a long time. I have a lot to on my plate at the moment, so I may only be on once or twice a day. Anyway:Cari walked down the street with a brisk pace, smiling just at the sheer joy of being alive. The beautiful neo graced anyone who passed her with a smile and a 'hello' or a 'how are you doin'?' The shapely girl attracted many stares, some of them hungry. Rachel was sitting at the bus stop she had just been kicked out by her ex the guy was a dick and she didn't want anything to do with him, he simply just dropped her she did prefer the compony of a girl anyway she sighed, and her belly rumbled it was lunchtime the worst time to have gotten kicked out she thought luckily for her, she had her wallet so she could buy some food so she started walking towards the dinner as she walked she happened to see Cari waking in the same direction, but she was on the other side of the street Rachel's belly rumbled "maybe..." She said to herself and fallowed Cari sensed someone walking close behind her. She turned, still smiling, but a bit wary now. "Hi!" she said, holding up a hand in greeting. "I'm Cari. What's your name?" The Statue wrote:Cari sensed someone walking close behind her. She turned, still smiling, but a bit wary now. "Hi!" she said, holding up a hand in greeting. "I'm Cari. What's your name?" "Hi my name is Rachel" she said with a smile back "sorry I don't mean to be creepy you just look familiar" which was a lie she giggled and looked car over Cari smiled back and began moving away from her fellow neo, her shapely body swaying as she stepped. "Um.....sorry, never saw you before. I, uh, I have to go." She turned and began walking away at a fast pace. Rachel watched as she walked away Rachel wanted to know more so she fallowed but made sure she couldn't get bought Finally, Cari came to a stop, leaning against a wall of a building. She sighed and closed her eyes for a long time, taking deep breaths to get her heart rate back to normal. She was completely worn out and vulnerable. The Statue wrote:Finally, Cari came to a stop, leaning against a wall of a building. She sighed and closed her eyes for a long time, taking deep breaths to get her heart rate back to normal. She was completely worn out and vulnerable. Rachel was curious and unfortunately for car hungry she walked with the group that walked by and slipped beside her, she reached down and grabbed car's wrist "come with me, I want to talk to you please" Cari opened her eyes, which then widened in terror. "I....no, thanks," she said. She wasn't foolish enough to walk in an alley with an unknown stranger. "I, uh, I have to go home now." She tried to pull away from the other Batgirl. "Look there's nothing to be afraid of I just want to talk that's all" she said reassuring her Cari was soother momentarily. "R-really?" She sighed in relief. "I thought you were going to eat me." "No no you're too cute to I was just wanted to meet you my name is Rachel" Cari smiled, convinced she was now safe. "I'm Cari. Nice to meet you. You...think I'm cute?" she blushed. Rachel forgot she had said that, but she did think it "well yeah" she smiled now she could possibly get her to a special spot Cari blushed deeper, her cheeks turning scarlet. She giggled a bit. "Th-thanks," she managed to get out. "But I'm not like that, if you know what I mean." "Oh don't worry me ether" she lied "why don't you come over to my place it's the least I can do for scaring you" Cari nodded, relieved and happy to make a new friend. "O-okay," she said, smiling. Rachel nodded and took Cari over to her own home it wasn't to far actually it was just down the allay way she smiled and took her inside her little home I was clean and nearly empty exempt a flat screen TV a couch and a bed and the kitchen each of her objects were new and nice she leads Cari to the couch "would you like anything to eat or drink?" Cari shook her head. Then she realized her throat was a bit parched. "Some water, please," she said shyly, nervous about being in a new place with someone she barely knew. The Statue wrote:Cari shook her head. Then she realized her throat was a bit parched. "Some water, please," she said shyly, nervous about being in a new place with someone she barely knew. "Ok" Rachel then went into the kitchen and got a cup of water when she came back she offered a seat on the couch and handed her the drink which she put sleeping pills into Cari took the drink and gulped it down. "Thank you. That.....was......good...." her eyelids got droopy, and she fell asleep, falling onto the couch. Rachel giggled and moved, so Cari was fully laying out on the couch she then moved on top of her and licked up her cheek her hands gently moved up her sides removing her shirt "MMM delicious" Cari moaned in her sleep, her small but perky breasts moving up and down as she breathed. Rachel wanted to have a little fun she took her pants off and licked up her thighs drooling her hands squeezed Cari's boobs then ran down her body Rachel had full control, and she loved it she then moved to the bottom of the couch and lifts Cari's right leg and kissed the side of her leg to her foot she then licked her ankle she loved the taste of her skin she rubbed herself and licked her drooling lip Cari's eyes fluttered. All the things happening to her were starting to wake her up. Rachel then moved her other foot to her mouth and took her toes into it, she then pushed forward bending her legs putting her knees against her chest she was using Cari's own weight against her, she gulped and swallowed all the way to her knees then around her knees and moved down Cari's back moved and rubbed down the couch toward Rachel as she swallowed she stopped her nose was fully against Cari's pussy, and she licked her butt cheeks Cari opened her eyes, woken by the physical sensations she was experiencing. She looked down at Rachel foggily....and jerked awake, yes wide with horror. "W-what are you doing?" she whimpered. "You promised you wouldn't....." Rachel hands was busy holding Cari's arms at her sides and was swallowing her waste Rachel lifted her up and with the help of gravity pulled and swallowed her down her drool flowed down her neck and chest she was just under Cari's boobs and was licking her back Cari was crying in fear, salty tears rolling down her cheeks. "P-please, Rachel," she whimpered. "I don't want to be eaten. Please don't eat me. Please!" Rachel was swallowing and sucking her body down Cari's boobs were putting up a bit of a challenge, but she was still sliding down Rachel closed her mouth around her neck letting car breathe and get a few last words out All Cari could say was, "Please don't eat me, Rachel. Please. You promise you wouldn't. You..." Rachel sucked her head closer than closed her mouth around her head her hair dangled out, and her ears poked out Rachel purred and waved he tail a bit she slurped down her hair like noddles little pieces of her hair were still outside of her lips she gulped sending her head down and her hair fallowed Rachel burped and rubbed her now full belly Cari pushed futilely against the stomach walls, sobbing. "I don't want to die!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "You aren't going to I promise she said under a slight moan from her thrashing her hands rested on the sides of her squirming belly "But....you ate me!" she said. "How do you think I can live through this?" "I'll let you out in a little bit just don't kick and move around otherwise you won't survive" Cari relaxed, believing Rachel. Rachel rubbed her belly gently rubbing Cari's legs Cari grew nervous. "Um....can you let me out now, please? It's getting hot in here." "Ok" Rachel belly then squeezed car and started pushing her down into her intestines car then was sucked into the tight tubing "W-what are you doing? You're not..." Cari suddenly realized what she had in mind. "Oh, God....." she took a deep breath and held it. Rachel got on her hands and knees and pushed car out feet first she landed on her butt on the ground and Rachel giggled the bathroom is over there if you want to use it" Cari rushed in there. Several minutes later, she came out, clean but naked and dripping wet. "There are no towels," she said. "Come here I'll help" she was still attracted to her body and wanted a little fun she bit her lip and waited Cari hesitated, not being lesbian, but walked up to Rachel anyway. Rachel got up and got a rag and started to dry her off Cari purred involuntarily as the rag dried her. It felt good, and she said so. Rachel giggled and massaged her body as she dried her off she grabbed and squeezed each boob and even touched her pussy Cari gasped and blushed. "Uh.... I... I'm not a....." "I'm just drying you off she then took her hand off her body and sat on the couch "I have some spare clothes for you" Cari smiled. "Thanks. I really-" a knock at the door interrupted her. Rachel got up and went to the door "I think I know who it is" A human boy stood outside, leaning against the doorway, smiling a bit maliciously. "Hmm can I help you?" He smiled fully, revealing perfect straight teeth. "I'm hungry. For you." He walked in and closed the door behind him. Rachel giggled and put her hand on his chest and leaned forward in a whispery voice "I see, but there is another girl over there and I can say she is varied taste" He smiled back. "Tell you what. I'll eat you, then her, and you can do whatever you want in my gut. Deal?" Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her head and shoved it into his open mouth. His tongue flicked over her beautiful face, caressing the cheeks. Rachel squirmed a little and pulled back, but she was just playing she stood on her tip toes and then flat foot wiggling in his mouth He tore off her clothes and grabbed her ass, shoving her further inside of him. Her breasts entered his mouth, and his tongue flicked over them, circling the nipples and exploring her cleavage. Then he swallowed her up to her naked waist. Her head and arms entered his belly only slightly bulging it she kicked her legs her toes were pointed her legs kicked up and down slightly opening his mouth her body was squeezed by the tight tubing of his throat her nipples poked into the fleshy walls her boobs dragged along them, but her body was wet and slimy so they didn't put up much of a fight He patted her bare, hot ass, then on whim, he began spanking it while she was still halfway out of his body. Her cheek vibrated even her thighs did a bit she bit her bottom lip and moan her hands pushed on his belly she kicked her legs a little harder and curled her toes Finally, he swallowed her legs, licking every inch along the way. As he gulped the twos, he noticed Cari was staring at him, still naked. He beckoned her with one finger, and minutes later, Cari slipped into his stomach with Rachel. Rachel giggled and ate her on her way down her mouth was waiting at the top of his belly she gulped and swallowed her head first once she was done she burped which rumbled his belly she spread her legs and pushed her feet against his belly she patted her belly Permission to digest? If you want) The boy, Kevin, rubbed his belly and smiled. "You ready to be digested, sweetheart?" he asked the contents of his belly. "Well that's hard to decide" she leaned back against his back her own belly gurgled and bubbled digesting cari was nervous. "R-Rachel? What's happening? Why is it getting so hot?" The boy held back digestion for the moment. Rachel rubbed her slushy belly "I'm digesting you to make myself sexier" she wiggled her toes against his belly she patted her belly causing it to slosh and moan she let out a burp and giggled "B-but why? I thought we were f-friends now," Cari said, beginning to cry as her limbs dissolved. "We are, and now we will be the same person" she bit her lip her body gurgled car could feel herself become a part of Rachel pushed against the fleshy walls around her Kevin smiled and regurgitated Rachel. Cari whimpered. "I...don't want to....die...." then she passed out. Rachel laid on the floor Kevin was able to see the last bit of Rachel's round belly dissolve and return to normal then her boobs grew her ass and hair she even grew a bit taller her tail grew furrier and puffed out a bit now the two girls were one and Rachel rubbed her boob the pleasure was enhanced due to both girls she shutters from her own touch and looked up at Kevin smirked. "Having fun, Rachel? Now, what was I here for again? Oh, yes. I have a request for you. My older sister won't stop annoying me, and she's begun posting embarrassing things about me on Facebook. As you probably know, family members can't digest each other. So I want you to eat her and digest her like you just did to Cari. Please." He handed her a sheet with his sister's information. Name: MeganRace(human or Demi): Human Age: 20Appearance:m ... eXvyJtcb4gmPred or Prey?: Prey Rachel giggled "oh so you know about my services" she rubbed her belly and looked at the paper "she looked delicious any way you prefer me to eat her I do take requests" she said standing up He shrugged. "Just two things, eat her head first, and....play with her a bit. I want to know she suffered. You can put that on my tab if you want, but I don't think you'll need encouragement to do that, will you?" Rachel node and will you like to watch" she said going to her room and put some clothes on she came back out with a tank top and booty shorts "Nah," he said nonchalantly. "Just bring me her hair clip when you're done as proof. She'd never part with that thing. She's downstairs, waiting for me to return. Have fun." He grinned. Rachel nodded "mm ok my mouth is already watering" she grabbed her favorite toy which was duct tape she put it In her back pocket and left with a wink and headed downstairs Megan looked up from where she sat in the lobby and saw Rachel coming towards her. "Sorry, this seat is taken," she said. For your brother right? She pretended to be a worker "here come with me, he wanted me to take you to a surprise of some sort to tell you the truth I'm not sure" "Really?" she stood. "Well, lead on." She followed Rachel wherever she was going. Rachel nodded "ok fallow me" she leads her to the back room "just through here you might have to wait so ill stand here" Megan nodded and walked inside. "Uh...there's nothing in here," she said. Rachel closed the door and locked it behind you "well just relax Rachel then walked closer to her and put her hand against her chest "W-what the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "I'm out of here." She tried to walk past Rachel to the door. Rachel grabbed her shirt and pulled her back and pressed her against the wall she then leaned forward and licked up her chin and bottom lip Megan began trembling. "Oh God, please don't hurt me. I don't have any money or anything. Just let me go. I won't say anything, I swear." "I know you won't because you want to leave this room and this is your surprise from your brother" she then pressed her lips against Megan's and stole a kiss from her Megan whimpered pitifully. "Please don't hurt me," she said around Rachel's lips. "Please, just let me go." She pulled off her lips "You won't be hurt in any way I promise" her hand was on Megan's right boob and playing with it, she then licked up the side of her neck leaving a trail of saliva she giggled and licked her bottom lip "mmm you are taste" Finally, Megan gave up, knowing she couldn't escape, and just let Rachel have her way with her. Rachel smiled "mm good girl" she stepped back and took the tape out and placed it on the floor then lifted her leg and put her knee on the wall right beside Megan holding her in place with her body she lean in for another kiss then time with tongue Megan did nothing to either resist Rachel or help her. She just stood there, motionless. Rachel took a picture of the two kissing with a camera then she giggled and looked at it "that will be great for your brother" she then let her leg down "take off your clothes please" Megan complied, stripping and showing off her c cup breasts and great ass. "Oh be happy please its no fun when my victims cry even though it does add flavor Rachel grabbed her boob again and squeezed it her other hand slipped into her panties and rubbed her pussy "don't worry I'll be gentle" "I'm not a lesbian., I can't enjoy this," Megan said, still sobbing. "Mm I'm sorry dear" she took another dirty pic of the two then she took her hand out of her panties and licked her cleavage "you are so taste and at a perfect age" her mouth watered she then licked up the duct tape and taped Megan's hands behind her, she pulled her off the wall and against her body and stole one last deep kiss Megan whimpered. "Please, don't hurt me. I don't want to die." "You won't my dear" then Rachel taped her ankles together "there now you can't squirm when I swallow you" after that she taped her mouth and tore her underwear off Megan cried and thrashed, trying to avoid being swallowed. Rachel laid her out on the ground and giggled and climbed up her legs she stopped over her pussy and licked it the flavor was so good she needed a few more licks lucky for Megan Rachel began licking and playing with her pussy Megan squirmed as Rachel stimulated her. Suddenly, she came all over Rachel's face. Rachel giggled and licked up her cum then she took of Shelby's hairpiece and set it on the floor then she sat her up and opened her mouth Megan screamed, though the sound was muffled by the tape, her eyes filled to the brim with horror and tears. Rachel then lowered her mouth around Megan's head and closed it around her neck and helped her to sit up she sucked on it playfully like a lollipop allowing her throat to open Megan's hair was soaked in drool for Rachel loved her flavor so much then she moved down her shoulders and the top of her chest gulping and slurping the taste girl Megan cried, feeding Rachel her salty tears. She didn't struggle, instead accepting her fate as food. Out of context-are you okay with underage more? Yes I'm fine with it)Rachel slurped and gulped Megan's body her boobs put up a slight fight as they dragged along her tongue and mouth once her boobs were down it was easier to swallow her she slurped and gulped her way down, so Megan's waste and legs were down she smiled and pulled her in more her lips were wrapped around Megan's hips her tongue licked and ran against her thighs and pussy Megan squirmed in arousal and wept more, ashamed of her body's response. Rachel sat back and put her hand on her slightly swollen belly Megan's head and breast were inside she continued her playing she licked Megan's pussy and thighs more and sucked on her hips then she tilted her head back and swallowed her waste and allowed gravity to pull Shelby down she drooled and slurped her in till her knees down were left Megan's knees kicked futilely. Suddenly, the door to the small closet opened. Outside stood a young girl, maybe seven or eight, staring in with wide eyes’m ... ZYFdxNvyxAm Rachel closed her mouth around Megan's toes and gulped once the bulge disappeared in her chest she burped and looked at the little girl and licked her lips and fixed her hair "can I help you?" The girl opened her mouth to scream for help. More in public buildings was illegal. Rachel stood as quickly as she could and grabbed the little girl and closed the door hoping no one heard her scream The pretty young girl's scream came out as a squeal of fright. "You ate her!" she said, her voice subdued from terror. Rachel lifted her up by the arm and looked at her, she was now at Rachel head level and dangling over the ground "and you are next" The girl whimpered pitifully. "Please don't eat me. My mommy will miss me." "Well I guess I'll have to eat her to then" Rachel opened her mouth and put the girls head in her mouth and closed it around her neck her hair drizzled down and was soaked in drool Rachel belly gurgled and bubbled as it started to fill around Megan Rachel tilted her head back and lowered the little girl in by her foot The girl cried pitifully. Megan squirmed as the acids began to make her itch.(by the way, what happens to your prey when they digest?) (They mold and fuse with my body)Rachel closed her eyes and wiggled her tongue along the little girls skin "MMM children are like taste finger food" she thought she let go of the little girl when only her tiny kicking legs were lift Rachel rubbed her belly and slowly slurped in her legs her hands took off her shoes (are they still aware?) The girl curled up, her body fitting next to Megan's, the back of her head on Megan's breasts. Megan held the girl as they both cried, terrified. Their cries were audible to their predator outside. (Yes and can feel everything I do)Rachel let out another burp and rubbed her groaning gut she giggled and leaned against the wall and looked at her squirming belly her acids began to break the two down, but they didn't feel pain just a weird tingle The girls melted down and mixed together, now just a bubbly mass of goo to be absorbed by the predator. Their souls joined Cari, aware of everything around them. All three cried out silently for release. Rachel giggled as her body grew and matured becoming sexier she left the room and paid a visit to her buyer she gave him the hairpiece and the photos of his sister "there now you have something against her" Kevin smiled wickedly. "Good job. Now, I'm going to be leaving., See you later." He pocketed the photo and walked out. As he exited the apartment, he ran into a woman, holding the hand of a six-year-old girl. "Excuse me," she asked. "Have you seen my daughter?" Kevin ignored her and walked away. Rachel yawned and stretched out her new body would take a little time to get use to so she took it for a little stroke her body looked like a fusion of the four girls Cari's ears and tail Megan's sexy long legs and the little girls soft smooth skin course the rest still looked like Rachel just her boobs and butt was bigger she walked down to the lobby and stretched again The woman approached Rachel. "Excuse me, have you seen a little girl walking around alone? I'm her mother, and she's lost." "Hmm maybe here I'll take you to where I last saw a little Girl" Rachel then took the woman's hand and lead her upstairs "she was running around and playing around like a crazy person" The woman sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. I was so worried-" "I would be to" Rachel smiled at her evil plan it probably was the little girls mother "she was opening doors and looking inside I think she walked into this one if not we can keep checking" Rachel then opened the door and allowed the women to enter The woman entered unsuspectingly, her large breasts and ass wiggling as she walked, Rachel licked her lips and placed her hands on the woman's butt and squeezed it she leaned forward and licked up the side of her neck The woman jumped, startled. "What are you...?" "Just a woman like you" she locked the door behind her and pushed the woman on the couch The woman was so shocked, she barely moved. Besides, she knew Nikos were way stronger than any non-predator human. Now I'll show you were your daughter went" she opened her mouth and licked up her lips and nose (would you like to do a private f/m RP?) The woman tried to push the neo away, finally showing some resistance. "Please, I have two more kids at home," she said, whimpering. "Oh really how old are they?" Rachel now had an evil plan brewing in her head (Sure) "S-six and t-ten," the mother stuttered.lviewtopic.php?f=23&t=34615l "Hmm and are they close by I wouldn't want to separate you from them" The mother was relieved. "They're across the hall," she said quickly. ":Thank you for letting me go." Rachel giggled "oh wait I know you. You are the women with the three kids I've seen you before" she then sat on the mothers lap The mother grew nervous again. "Y-yes?" she said. "This next part should be fun" she then laid the mother out on the couch and lifted her shirt up and gave her belly a lick to get a taste she then crawled down to her feet licking and kissing her way down The mother was paralyzed with fear. Rachel took her shoes off and dropped them on the floor showing off her toes Rachel then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around them The woman's beautiful painted toes wiggled on her tongue as the woman grew pale. But she didn't resist, knowing it was inevitable. "Please," she said. "Could you let me live in your stomach until my daughters join me? I want us to digest together." Rachel sucked and pulled on her toes and licked the tips of them and nodded now she moved up her feet and angels The woman was now actually pushing herself in, all too willing if it meant she and her daughters would die together. Rachel gulped and swallowed her legs and lifted her up to get around herb lump butt Rachel giggled this was her first willing prey, and she liked it she stopped forcing her down and allows her to feed herself to Rachel The woman stopped to remove her shirt and bra, then began sliding herself in. Soon, only her head and arms were outside, and she couldn't force herself in any further. "You have to swallow me now. My daughters are right across the hall." Rachel nodded and sat up her head tilted back which helped the mom slide down her throat she closed her mouth and held her belly the moms hands were in her mouth and her tongue licked and played with them as she got up and walked to the door across the hall she knocked on the door and when the little girl answered she swallowed the last bit of her mouth the girl was able to see the bulge travel down her throat and disappear into her round pregnant belly The girl didn't actually answer the door. It turned out she was inside, in the middle of a make put session with her younger sister, and had left the door unlocked. Rachel opened the door and helped herself inside "hello anybody home?" She called out, so the little girls wouldn't be startled when they saw her The girls quickly rushed out of their room and up to the neo, still holding each other in their arms. "Hello," they said together, sweetly. "Hello wait cuties you two are" she said as she rubbed her gurgling belly and thought maybe I can eat them at the same time just need to find out how The girls nodded, hugging each pother tightly. "Hay you two know where some whip cream is let's make some yummy sweets" The girls nodded and pointed to the other room, hoping she would leave so they could make out. Rachel giggled and left the two Rachel's belly bounced and jiggled the mother inside and Rachel entered the kitchen to look for it The two fell onto the floor and began making out, the younger sister wrapping her legs around the older one's waist. The mother was impatient to get her daughters inside with her. Rachel found it and her the sound of lip-smacking Rachel giggled and knew that sound to well she came back in shaking the can The girls actually ignored her, too busy kissing each other, the perfect helpless double prey. Rachel spread the whip cream on the two from where she was standing she licked her lips and watched the two for a moment letting her mouth water as her hunger grew The young girls could sense her over them and knew what their fate would be now. The resigned to it and stripped off their clothes, then entangled themselves in each other again, making out more. Rachel got on her knees and lifted the girls up so they were sitting up then she opened her mouth and took both girls inside her mouth up to their shoulders Name:BrynRace(human or Demi): Demi wolf Age: 18Appearance:A ginger Demi wolf with wolf ears and a wolf tailored or Prey?: Red (can I join) (yes. Right now, eatable's character Rachel; is swallowing two whipped cream coated girls in an apartment) Rachel was now swallow there knees she tilted her head back and swallowed the last bits of the girls they traveled down her throat and landed on their mom The mom and girls held each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately. Rachel placed her hands on her belly which showed every movement inside she giggled and burped her belly was half way filled with whip cream her belly gargled and filled halfway with acid The mother and children didn't care. They just kept kissing even as they wear slowly dissolved. Rachel let out a slight more their movements inside felt amazing she curled her toes even her panties were a little wet her belly slowly shrank, and their movements died down finally all three were a part of her body The three joined the relative, the little girl she AHD eaten earlier. *Bryn saw Rachel* "mm a cat girl" Rachel stood and walked into the hall and to her room she noticed the other person in the hall but couldn't quite see she was to busy *Bryn heads into Rachel's room putting on his puppy face and going up to her* "hello?" Rachel turned to him with a smile "hello" "I am hungry and lonely can I stay here please" "Yeah I guess" she said and petted his head she allowed him to come inside "make yourself at home I need a shower" *Bryn thought to himself a yummy cat girl for him to swallow* Rachel climbed into the shower and turned on the warm water the room quickly filled up with steam, and she played and rubbed her new curves her shadow could be seen through the shower curtain "here's Johnny" *Bryn exclaimed as he pounced on Rachel taking her head and shoulders in his mouth* She was startled by the sudden attack and put her hands in his chest and tried to pull back her body was wet and easily could be swallowed the water made Bryn's fur wet making it hard for Rachel to grab or fight back *Bryn then started to swallow her* Rachel's tail puffed up like a cat would to scare an attacker she squirmed around but was unable to do anything *a couple of minutes later Rachel was completely swallowed Bryn then rubbed his stomach then spoke* "I can't believe it a cat letting a wolf in with open arms wow, thanks for feeding me" The doorbell rang at the front door. Four girl scouts waited outside. She squirmed and moved around in his belly her legs and feet rubbed and kicked against his belly her hands pushed where ever they could "well this is my house now" *Bryn answered the door and saw all four he thought it is one tasty brat after the other* "hello there" *Bryn said trying to be nice* The girl scouts were adorable, with wide blue eyes and blonde hair. The looked like they were quadruplets. "Hello, sir," they said in unison. "Want to buy some cookies?" "Let me out if you digest me so help me" she said kicking harder if she only had claws "yes please come on in" All four of the eight-year-old girls walked in unsuspectingly. *Bryn licked his lips and closed the door then he locked it* "what are your names then" "Kayla, Ruth, Beth, and Nancy," they said as one. "Nice to eat...uh I mean meet you" *Bryn couldn't hold his hunger anymore so he shoved all of their heads in his mouth* They struggled, but this only made their uniforms somehow slip off, leaving them naked. They held each other for comfort and awaited their fate. *Bryn then swallowed all of them* "two meals in one day" The girls panicked and whimpered, squirming against Rachel and begging to be let out. Rachel pushed in the hole the little girls came in from in order to try to get out "don't worry I will let you all out later" The girls calmed down a bit. Rachel was a little pissed but stopped her riot he four girls were in her lap her legs were around them *Bryn spat them all out giggling* "see as I promised" The girls stood, eyes wide. They rushed to Rachel and hugged her in fear, oblivious that all five of them, neo and girl scouts, were butted naked. *Bryn then suddenly swallowed all of them again as he wanted to digest them now* "hah you fell for my trap" Rachel crossed her arms and sighed The girls whimpered. One tried to bargain with Bryn. "Please let us out! You can....you can have sex with us if you let us out!" "Ok, but you must not escape as soon as I let you out" *Bryn said already spiting them out* The girls stayed put when he spat them out. "Alright who first" One of the girls stepped forward. "So your first for me to rape" The girl began to cry. "I can't do it go little girl" The girl looked at him gratefully and gathered her clothes. She and the other girls tried to run out the door. *Bryan unlocked the door and let the girls out* One of the girls shouted behind her as she ran away. "Thank you!" Then they were gone. Rachel stood there and walked up to him "you just let lunch get away" she said and poked his chest "I don't care I felt sorry for them having to suffer" *Bryn said annoyed about being poked* Rachel sighed and went to her room to get dressed most of her clothes were smaller due to her new curves and body, but they still fit her she put on a pair of boogie shorts and a tank top that showed her bellybutton (how about Rachel and Bryn invade a bachelorette party to eat the bride and everyone else there?) (yeah that sounds good) (He-he ok)Once Rachel returned to her new roommate she just remembered something "you know there is a party that will be going on downstairs for a wedding or something I don't remember I didn't pay attention when I was invited but why don't you and me crash it?" She said with an evil smile "alright let's do this" "Rachel giggled and jumped for joy" ya I get to eat and stuff I get to eat and stuff" she repeated "remember I will eat some people as well I can't let you have all the fun" "don't worry I'll let you digest one or two nah just messing" she said as she squeezed her boob still a bit tender from it growing "alright let's go" She nodded and lead the way *Bryn followed looking at Rachel butt* Her butt swayed side to side as she word her shorts showed it all once they got downstairs it was completely crazy girls all over the place and balloons and all kinds of noises "oh it's one of those bridal party things" her cat ears heard every word that was being said *Bryn's wolf ears heard absolutely everything* "now who to eat" *Bryan said in a quiet tone* The bride could be seen wearing a skimpy white dress that showed off her huge cleavage and her long, smooth, creamy legs. She was a Latino of about twenty with raven hair and ruby lips, as well as deep chocolate brown eyes. The Statue wrote:The bride could be seen wearing a skimpy white dress that showed off her huge cleavage and her long, smooth, creamy legs. She was a Latino of about twenty with raven hair and ruby lips, as well as deep chocolate brown eyes. Rachel giggled "I get the bride and a few brides Maids you get who ever you want" she then walked towards the bride to congratulate her she also asked if she could speak with her alone *Bryn went up to an old friend of his, his ex-girlfriend he thought he could use some revenge* The bride smiled at Rachel, then frowned. "Who are you? I don't remember inviting a neo to my party..." "I'm a guest of a guest congrats by the way" She smiled. "Thanks." She took a sip of her drink, then lost her grip on the cup and spilled it over the front of her dress, making it almost transparent. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. The sexy Mexican blushed and covered herself. "Made...sorry, gotta go change." she rushed down the hall to the bathroom. *Bryn tapped his ex-girlfriend's back (who should play Bryn's ex) (I will)Rebecca turned, a smile on her face. The sexy blonde was dressed in only a bikini top and short shorts. Her smile vanished when she saw Bryn, instantly replaced with a delicious look of terror. "Born," she squeaked, terrified. "Hello Rebecca come with me a second" Rebecca hesitated, but followed him nervously. *Bryn took Rebecca to Rachel room* "let's have sex for old times sake" Rebecca was too scared of being eaten to say no. She decided to make a show of it to please Bryn enough to spare her. Slowly, she started swaying her hips from side to side. She pulled off her bikini top, exposing her c cup breasts. Then she slowly slithered her shorts down her long, sexy legs, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear beneath. She lay down on the bed on her side, one hand on her hip. *Bryn takes off all his clothes, and then he shoves his dick in her pussy trusting as hard as he can* Rebecca gasped, grabbing him reflexively as he thrust. She began to moan. "You missed this didn't you" *he then takes his penis out after ten minutes of sex he then licked the cum from Rebecca's pussy* Rebecca shuddered. "D-don't eat me," she managed to get out through gasps and moans and whimpers of terror. "No I turned over a new leaf you are perfectly safe" *he said in love with the taste of Rebecca's cum* Rebecca sighed in relief. "I... I have to go," she said, getting up. She was a predator, too, but was no match unless she caught someone by surprise. "No you ain't leaving now girl you leave I will hunt you down and eat you, or you stay here" Rebecca whimpered. "W-why?" she asked. "I want to be with you" *he said hugging Rebecca* "you have not changed at all girl" She smiled, sensing an actual potential prey. She leaned forward. "I love you, you know. I always did." She made as if to kiss him. "I always loved you to babe" *Bryn said ramming her head in his mouth, and he begins swallowing her* (Bryn cannot digest his prey) Rebecca screamed in terror, flailing about, her breasts bouncing as she struggled. *he gets up to her boobs he started licking them* "L-let me go!" she yelled. "You said you wouldn't eat me!" *he spits her out* "you know I was joking" She smiled. "Oh. Okay. Funny." Now her stomach growled. She looked up at the door. "Could IO just go get a snack real quick?" she asked, thinking of her friend Kathy.(can you RP the girl she eats?) (ok) "yeah ok then my babe"*Bryn said* *Kathy was back at the party stuffing her face in the chocolate cake* Rebecca redressed and sauntered out, walking up to Kathy and smiling. "Hey, Kath," she said nonchalantly. Admiring her busty friends huge ass and tits. "Hey Becky" *Kathryn said* Rebecca smiled and looked around. Seeing not her guests nearby, she quickly tore off all of Kathy's clothes and began kissing her, one hand squeezing her boobs fiercely. *Kathy started kissing back* Rebecca pulled back. "You're going to be delicious," she said, then stuffed Kathy's head in her mouth. *Kathy started struggling* Rachel squeezed her boobs and licked across her face, licking her perfect none, her blue eyes, and sticking her tongue into Kathy's mouth in a weird french kiss. "Kathy kept struggling she didn't want to be eaten* Rebecca swallowed her in up to her boobs. She licked the nipples, caressing them with her tongue, then slid between the cleavage. She swallowed her up to the waist and ate her out while she ate her. Then she slowly, luxuriously swallowed her meals thick thighs and beautiful legs, until only the toes remained. She flossed her tongue between the toes. *Kathy squirms around* Finally, when she'd tasted all of her delectable prey, Rebecca swallowed and sat on the floor. "Mummy," she moaned, rubbing her belly and Kathy's ass through her own skin. "You were delicious, Kath's. Thanks." "Let me out I will tell Bryn" *Kathy said struggling* Rebecca smiled and stroked Kathy's form. "Shhh," she whispered soothingly. "It's okay. Just accept your place on the food chain. You're only a meal, nothing more. You're no longer a human. All your hopes, dreams, goals, will dissolve while you digest to feed my body. Just accept it." *Kath sighs* "I accept my fate" "Good girl." Rebecca's stomach began rumbling. She patted her tummy. "Hear that, sweetie? My stomach wants you to be mush." The acid began rising. *Kathy went to sleep* Rebecca smiled lovingly as the flesh was stripped from Kathy's body, exposing muscle, then bone, then melting the bones to join the meaty soup. Rachel was purring as she was able to get the bride away from the party and lead her to the kitchen and to the food storage area in the back her hand was pressed against her chest and she leaned in for a kiss when their lips touched she slipped her tongue into the brides mouth and began making out with her The bride was surprised, but took to it quickly, kissing back with fervor. Her tongue wrestled with Rachel's for dominance in her mouth while her hands cupped the neo's ass cheeks. Rachel licked and played with her tongue licking everywhere her right hand clenched the women's boob Rachel's tail coiled up the brides left arm, and she raised her left leg and placed it on a shelf behind the bride "I was always more into girl's," the Latino murmured.(I have an idea. What if the Latino is a more too and she and Rachel become girlfriends? Just a thought, tell me what you think.) (He-he ok :3)Rachel giggled "mmm I can tell, and you had experience" she licked her lips then down her neck where Rachel gave her a few love bites The lovely girl moaned. She removed her hands from Rachel's butt and moved to unbutton the neo's shirt. Rachel spread her shirt open showing her cleavage her boobs nearly popping out as she pressed them against the bride she broke the kiss to show them off The bride kissed her boobs. Her tongue licking the cleavage between them. Rachel placed her other leg on the shelf and placed a hand on the brides head as she licked Rachel moaned her other hand was on her own boob The bride lifted her head. "My name is Veronica," she said, grinning. "You're a more, right? Me, too. Want to snack on some of my friends?" "MMM sounds like fun Veronica" she then took her legs off the shelf and stood in from of her Veronica stroked her tail, then said, "I'll be right back." She left and returned soon with two girls, one a skinny brunette nāga, the other a chubby blonde human, not fat enough to be unpleasant, but just fluffy enough to be cute in a pudgy way. Rachel giggled and walked up to the two and examined then like they were meat she pinched their skin and ran her hands on their body's licking their necks for a taste she even sniffed their hair her mouth watered "mmm vary nice" The nāga backed up, whimpering, holding her tail. The blonde turned to Veronica. "What is she DOI-" Veronica engulfed her head and began consuming the pudgy human while the nāga watched in horror. Rachel held the nāgas tail and brought her attention to her once the nāga turned around Rachel placed the tip of her tail in her mouth and began swallowing her like a noodle The nāga began sobbing. "Please don't eat me!" Veronica finished by gulping the fat one's flabby legs and walked over to the nāga, holding her comfortingly while Rachel swallowed. "Shhh," she said, stroking the frightened girl's hair. "It's okay. Your spirit will live inside Rachel now. Won't it, Rae?" She nodded and wrapped her lips around the nāgas neck and looked at Veronica then winked the nāgas head being the only thing between the two The nāga whimpered still. "P-please don't digest me," she said pitifully. Rachel's tongue covered her lips and pushed her back into her mouth she closed her mouth right after it was fully in her mouth and swallowed the nāgas face was outlined as it traveled down her throat The nāga whimpered holding her tail for comfort. Veronica smiled and made out with Rachel hungrily. Their belly gurgled and moved together Rachel wrapped her arms around Veronica's neck and wiggled her tongue around her drooling wet mouth Veronica kissed back. The fat girl wasn't moving, but the nāga's terrified whimpers made her extremely aroused. She moved her hands to Rachel's boobs and began squeezing them. The nāga squirmed around inside Rachel's stomach, her scaly tail slithering along the walls. "Y-you better let m-me out!" she said, trying to sound threatening and failing. "Or m-my s-sister's gonna g-get you!" Rachel squished their belly together harder her hands played and squeezed with Veronica's ass she licked and wiggled every inch inside her mouth and eased out a moan Veronica moaned and lowered one hand to Rachel's nether region, stroking her there. The nāga grew annoyed. "H-hey! You hear me!? M-my sister's going to make you p-pay if you don't let me out!" Rachel broke the kiss and leaned back on the wall, so Veronica can rub easier Rachel placed her hands on her belly and rubbed it which sloshed the nāga around "we heard you this is better" Veronica giggled as the nāga began to feel the pain of the acids. She screamed in pain and fear. "Please let me out! I'll do anything! I'll BVE your servant! Furthermore, I'll let you have sex with me whenever you want! Just let me out!" Veronica looked at her new girlfriend. "What do you think, Rae?" she asked, still stroking that pussy's pussy. Rachel giggled "well can have our own little sex toy even a more toy" Rachel's belly cured and pushed the nāga up tail first *Bryn got incredibly hungry, and he also wanted to know what Rebeca was up to* Veronica helped pull the nāga out, and soon she was in a pile of digestive juices on the floor. The acids had dissolved all of her clothes and she was now naked., She looked up at them with big brown eyes. Rebecca walked up to Bryn, her stomach still processing Kathy's remains, and kissed him. *Bryn rubbed Rebecca's large belly, and he turned into his wolf form* "so you got someone" *he put his ear to her stomach hearing the digestion he found it really stimulating and relaxing* Rachel giggled and rubbed Veronica's belly and licked up the middle of it her dress was ripped at her thighs showing off the sides of them Rachel looked at her and giggled "he-he I might need another snack she then sat on the nāga's belly and licked up the bottom of Veronica's belly Veronica smiled down at her as the nāga squirmed, uncomfortable in her position. "I'll get someone," she said softly. "You two have fun while I'm gone, now." She got up and walked out of the room. T?he nāga started gasping out of breath. Rachel kneeled now just above her allowing her to breathe she giggled and ran her hands up her body to her boobs The nāga gasped. She wrapped her tail around Rachel reflexively, holding her loosely and reaching up to wrap her hands around the neo's sexy waist. She swayed her tail back and forth and squeezed her boobs gently and giggled she leaned down and licked her cleavage to her neck The nāga shuddered in pleasure, moaning. Furthermore, she kissed Rachel passionately. Rachel kissed her back deeply her tongue slithered along hers, and she closed her legs on both side of the nāga squeezing her a bit The nāga moaned in delight and began wrestling with Rachel's tongue. The tip of her tail entered the neo's nether lips. Rachel moaned in her mouth and laid onto of her she tiled her head and licked deeper inside her mouth she even started slowly humping her Slowly, almost unconsciously, the nāga's mouth enveloped Rachel's head. Rachel at first didn't feel it she was to busy sucking and playing with her to his it wasn't until her head entered her throat and was being pulled down it her hands then grabbed what they could to hold on, but she squeezed her boobs The nāga was now fully aware and wanted some payback. She opened her mouth wide and gulped up the neo's boobs, licking them with her tongue, feeling the hard nipples. Rachel's boobs slide and squished under her tongue her hands tried to push or pull herself out but was unable to her legs were also bent and on both sides of the nāgas body trying to pull as well The nāga gulped her down up to her knees. Rachel kicked her legs up and down she already accepted her fate just thought shed make it fun for the nāga her hands pressed against her human belly The nāga swallowed one last time, sending the neo to her snake belly. She burped, sending the neo's remaining clothes flying out of her mouth, and patted the neo's form through her tail. "You were tasty," she said. "I'm going to love feeling you squirm as you digest." "Woah wait what" now Rachel moved and squirm around her riot can be seen through the nāgas belly she pushed and squirmed around wiggling like a worm in her tail Veronica was entering, talking to two young bridesmaids, one fourteen, one twelve.(Wanna RP the bridesmaids?) (Ok :3)The brides maids fallowed smiling it was so cool to be near the bride to them both The nāga smiled as they entered. She instantly leapt on Veronica, engulfing her to her waist. She wrapped her tail around one of the maids and held the other in her smooth, pale arms. Furthermore, she quickly gulped down the bride and looked at the two girls, smiling. Rachel had her arms crossed now Veronica entered as well "great now we are both trapped" the maids looked confused "this is a strange game" she thought this is what veronica brought them to see the other couldn't believe what she saw and didn't believe it Veronica sighed as the acids dissolved her clothes. "Let's make the most of it, then." She wrapped her legs around the neo's waist and nibbled on one of her cat ears. Meanwhile, outside, the nāga smiled lustily at the two young bridesmaids. "MMM," she said. "She was tasty. I bet you'll taste even better." She began stripping the girl in her arms while delicately licking her cheek;. The young girl blushed and helped out still thinking this was a game or a trick she hugged the nāga once she was fully naked Rachel's ear twitched hen she giggled "oh I can't stay mad at you" she licked up her brown neck and wrapped her legs around hers and brushed her tail against her butt The nāga opened her mouth and swallowed the girl in one gulp, sending her to join Veronica and Rachel within. She turned to the other girl and smiled wickedly. "So what's going on here what is this game or trick" she crossed her arms Rachel giggled as something touched her legs and she looked down "I'm guessing that was supposed to be my snack?" She licked Veronica's bottom lip Veronica giggled. "Yep. But now we're all snacks." She ran on hand through the neo's tail and caressed her cheek with another. They were all covered in saliva and digestive juices, but they weren't digesting yet. The nāga smiled at her. "No. I'm going to eat you, like I did your friends. Then you and all the people in my stomach will die and become part of me." She curled her tail more tightly around the girl and held her close, licking her cheek. The maid could feel the girls moving inside her tail and gulped in fear Rachel kissed Veronica her toes rubbed the girls head and gripped her hair a little Rachel's hands moved down Veronica's waste and moved to her butt and squeezed both of her cheeks Veronica began massaging Rachel's clitoris. She reached behind her and stroked the girl's head. The nāga smiled and began disrobing the poor bridesmaid. Rachel moaned into Veronica's mouth as she rubbed her toes let to of the girl and wrapped around Veronica's waste the maid wasn't sure what to do In side this belly the other maid struggled, but her clothes were removed and laid on the ground the maid shutter from the cold room but didn't run away Hey guys! Sorry I left for so long. I had some stuff to do in the real world, but it's all taken care of. It's ok little worried but it's all good Thanks for being understanding about it. The nāga smiled coyly at the maid and brought her close, her tail around the girls waist and her pale arms embracing the girls upper body, pressing their chests together. The maid blushed and if it wasn't for the nāgas tail the maid would be up against her squirming belly the nāgas body was cold and felt good against her boobs the maid shuttered from her touch The nāga looked down into her prey's face, trying to drink in every detail. Rachel pushed Veronica against the belly wall and licked her cleared then her neck and made out with her both her hands were on her waste the maid blushed and looks up into her captures face she really wasn't all that scared their nipples poked into each other and the maid wiggled a little to lose the nāgas grip The nāga bent over and gently kissed the girl on the lips, playing with her prey. The maid leaned forward and kissed back she was unable to do anymore The nāga pulled back and traced a finger in circles around her cheek. "Tell me, would you rather be eaten or used as a slave?" "Well I'm not sure if I've never had that choice you seem in control so it doesn't matter ether way" "Clever girl." The nāga licked her cheek, then, liking the taste, began to lick her entire face several times over. The maid blushed and wiggled a little and moved her head, so the nāga could lick where she wanted Finally, the nāga trailed her tongue up her breasts, her neck, then the side of her face. Her tail filled with acids, beginning to dissolve Veronica, Rachel and the maid inside. Veronica moaned as the acids began to dissolve her. Rachel could see her becoming brown colored mush. "Goodbye, baby," she whispered. "See you soon." Then she died. Rachel's body began to dissolve and turn to mush the maid was already mushed as well as Veronica Rachel sat in the soup and leaned against the wall of her belly The maid blushed and shuttered from her tongue touching her warm soft skin and trailing saliva behind it the drool turned cold and caused her nipples to harden "Would you like to become my sex slave?" the nāga whispered in her ear. "Give me an answer, now, dear." "Yes I would" the maid whispered back and licked her cheek The nāga smiled, then kissed her, making sure Rachel and the other's consciousnesses could see it. Rachel smiled the maid tastier wonderful and her lips were so soft the maid blushed and made her tongue wiggle past her lips and into her mouth "You taste good," whispered the nāga. "Tell you what cutie, can you go find me some angels to eat?" "Hmm Any you are craving for at the moment or do you not care?" "An angel," she repeated, referring to the luscious females with wings connected to their backs. The maid nodded and wiggled free of her grip before she walked off she has the nāga a kissed and went on her mission to get an angel from the party The nag awaited patiently, tapping her finger on her tail. The door opened, and the maid came back with two angles one Latino looking her skin was Danish, and she was wearing white roman clothing the other was white and had just gotten out of the pool so she was wearing a red thin bikini The nāga smirked, and her tail shut and locked the door. "Good. You have my meals." She slithered up, wrapping her tail around the white angel and grabbing the Latino, pulling her close and making out with her. She knew angels were holy, innocent beings who despised this kind of thing, which made it all the more fun. The Latino was unpleased and offered by this trying to push off and away from the nāga but was unable to her hands were balled up in a fist, and she was struggling as the nāga licked and wiggled her tongue around in her mouth Then the nāga pulled back and ripped her tunic off in one motion, leaving the winged beauty naked. Licking her lips, the nāga stole one last kiss and put the angel's head in her mouth. The angels wings spread out and she tried to pull her head out by pushing against her chest but with the maids help she wasn't able to fight back because the maid was holding her The nāga smiled. Those wings might be troublesome, she thought as she gulped up to the angel's chest. While her tongue flicked the beauty's nipples, she reached up, gripped the wings in her hands, and gently broke them, snapping the hollow bones within. The angel wasn't hurt just now she couldn't fly and was now mortal the maid continued her hold on the girl moving her hands down as the nāga swallowed The nāga swallowed her quickly and stopped with the feet squirming just outside of her lips. Her toes would wiggle then her feet would point out and each one would move up and down as she tried to squirm for some reason the maid leaned up and licked her toes and sucked on them in front of the naga smiled and slurped down the toes. She brought the other angel in front of her and smiled, licking her cheek. "Would youlike to join your friend in digestion?" she asked mischievously. She leaned forward and licked the nāgas lips "seems like fun in there" she watched as her friend squirmed and moved around inside her belly The nāga smirked. "I thought angels were supposed to be pure." She broke the girl's wings. "Do I look pure to you?" The angel smirked and grunted a little as her wings broke The nāga smiled, and her long forked tongue flitted out, wrapping the girl's neck and caressing her cheek. Her breath was cut short, but she was able to breathe she had her wings broken a few times just so she would be able to feel the human pleasure The tongue caressed her whole face as the nāga slowly enveloped it, stripping her naked in the process. Her tail entered the angel's vagina. She let out a moan and tried to gulp from the sudden rush of pleasure and pain her vagina was tight like a engines even though she wasn't that was due to her wings being broken and fixed a few times her legs spread out and her hands grabbed the nāgas boobs The nāga swallowed her up to her chest, licking her nipples and cleavage. The tail went in deeper. The angle moaned and screamed down her throat which vibrated her body as she slipped inside her push clenched tighter around her tail. The nāgas throat was squishy and wet and sucked on her head as she slid down The nāga removed her tail and replaced it with her tongue as she sucked the girl in up to her waist. The angles pussy cummed as she pulled her tail out now her legs kicks up and down and the nāgas hole opened showing the other angle in her belly her arms were crossed, and she was pushing on the nāgas belly with her foot The nāga swallowed the angel fully. "Now, be a good girl and give a good time to that do-gooder in there, sweetie." "My pleasure" now her belly started to move as the blonde moved onto of the other and started stripping her and massaged her boobs both their legs moved and both squirmed inside The nāga smiled and stroked their forms, then beckoned the girl over. The maid nodded and walked forward watching as her belly squirmed and jerked around The nāga wrapped the girl in her arms and kissed her hungrily. The maid kissed her back making her tongue wiggle like a fish out of water she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and stood on her tiptoes The nāga smiled and began to slowly digest her stomach's contents. The two angles broke down and turned to mush over the next ten minutes the maid massaged her belly as well as make out with her The nāga smiled." I'm glad I let you live." She smiled "I won't let you down that's for sure" "I hope not. Because if you do..." she glanced meaningfully down at her tail, which was now full of the paste that used to be two angels. She burped, and some feathers flew out of her mouth. The maid short giggled as the feathers came out and swished them away "I know, but that's not the only reason I'm doing a good job" she giggled "Oh? What's the other reason?" the nāga teasingly asked. "Maybe I like what I do, and maybe I like you" she giggled "that rhymed "So it did." The nāga french kissed her, which was weird because her tongue tongue went down the girl's throat. She sucked on her tongue as it wiggled into her throat her tongue was outlined in her throat as it wiggled around she gagged a little but grew use to it The nāga kept kissing her and slowly began kneading the girl's budding breasts. Her nipples harden and the nāgas hand was able to grab her full boob she then bent her leg and out it on the side of her tail and rubbed it The nāga moaned and squirmed her tongue deeper. The maid gagged a little and continued making out with the nāga sucking and slurping on her tongue (I'd love to join in if someone made a pregnant girl for me to eat.) (Sure I'll be one) (I can join too if I have some child prey)

Girls are Delicious!|rating:1.0

Theo and Karin... Closed

Closed for Merely name is Theo Norman 6’4 210 lb of solid muscle being a gym junky, blue eyes, black hair, and living together with my sister Karin. Unlike me taking after my father, Karin looked more like our mother with long brown hair and with huge breasts. She was not that tall, around 5’6/7 maybe 165 / 170. Being much older I’ve been taking care of Karin since both parents died in an accident. I was 17, and she was 10 and thought we were not rich, we were well off after the settlement with the insurance co. and with the investment of our father paying us dividends monthly. I watched her grow up into the stunning girl she is today. Furthermore, I’ve seen her in all mode of dress and even naked coming out of the shower, but now at 18 she is no longer the little girl I raised but a woman. I don’t know how it happens, I only know that I bumped into her coming out of the bathroom as I went in. Furthermore, I looked up and there she was stark naked after the bath towel slipped off her, and I realized so was my towel. Furthermore, I pulled her closer and kissed her deeply without even thinking, and didn’t let go till I felt my hard on pole press into her belly. I bent down to pick up both towels and handed one to her, but when I looked up her face was as red as pomegranate.“I am sorry Karin I don’t know what made me do that.” I said and walked away back to my room. (I'm going to do this as a role-play) "um okay"runs to bathroom blushing like a moron thinking what the hell just happened. "Okay calm down. your brother just kissed you. You have been dreaming about it for 3 years. Why the hell didn't I kiss back!okay freeze scene for a second here. You see I'm not your original type of girl. Most other girls would be like disgusted. Me? I liked it! I have been dreaming about kissing my brother. Now back to me and bathroom. Gets in the shower and washes myself thinking of my brother the whole entire time. Comes out of bathroom an hour later hair dry and brushed and put in a ponytail. Even though my brother and everyone else thinks its better down it gets in the way when it isn't up. Goes downstairs sitting on the couch and gets my phone instantly going to my erotica site that no one knows about. I have a reason for this. I love erotica.so I'm reading my erotica waiting to talk to my brother about earlier. Also I was going to my room to get something I forgot. So that is why I went to bathroom after. Back in my room I can't stop thinking about Karin. I've wanted to kiss her for a while but never got enough nerve to do it, but seen her in all her glory I couldn't stop myself. The thing I'm hoping now is that she's not too upset with me, and try to make it up to her. Not being one to mope I thought it was better to talk it out with her, and so I went to her room, but when got there she was not in her room and downstairs looking for her. She was looking into her cell phone with her back to me, and I walked softly to look over her shoulders. To say I was shocked is an understatement when I saw she was reading something erotic. I never thought she was interested in that stuff, but then she was 18 and old enough to read about it. I walked away as softly as I could and went into the kitchen to get a drink." Hey Karin what are you looking at in your phone, it must be very interesting you didn't even hear me coming down. I wanted to talk to you about earlier, and to apologized for kissing you and you have seen me naked and all. You won't be mad at me if I say you have a gorgeous body do you?" freezes in surprise and comes up with an excuse. "Just some manga. You know how much I like it. And don't apologize. Even though I'm not that pretty it was probably just an instant reaction for you." fumbles trying hard to not make him feel bad but keep my feelings a secret. And I AM NOT gorgeous. I am the exact opposite. Im so plain and have a never-ending blush. (I seriously do. My cheeks are always pink. Always have been. Sort of like a birthmark. Though they can get red at times.) "Yea I Know how much you like manga and the apology still go, and you are hot and gorgeous." I told her. You might be right, it could've been a reaction seen you naked or whatever." I knew better, but I didn't know why she puts herself down all the time. She was right about her blushing all the time. I caught her blushing a few times lately, when I looked up at her during breakfast. Still I would love to suck on her big hard nipples and the rest of her as well. I walked back to the living room and sat down next to her, but not close enough to see what she was reading. I knew if I did that she would stop reading, and I didn't what that because I saw part of what she was reading before I walked away." Can I see what manga you're looking at?" I asked knowing very well she wouldn't let me see it, and I put my hand on her leg and rubbed lightly, just to see what she would do. "Uuummm I'm not sure if you would like it" immediately flips to manga tab I had opened on a girl who becomes an actress. Silently hoping that he didn't see the erotica I had been reading. "It's girly and you men are into different stuff". Also slips my leg from his hand not wanting him to notice my feelings. "But if you really want to see it here" shows brother picture of the manga. “You might be right I may not like it, but you don’t know what I am into.” I said smiling. “So are you sure you’re no upset about what happen earlier.” and began to stroking her hair and down her neck after she moved my hand from her leg.”No that’s alright Karin I don’t need to see it, I much rather just sit with you.” I said reaching for the TV remote and turned the TV on. I flipped through the channels and stop at one with two actors arguing about dating, and later I learned they were playing a bother and sister. She wanted her brother to take her to a movie, but he wanted to take a girl out she didn’t like, and she called her the school pump.“We're having been to a movie in ages. Would you like to go and see a movie Karin,” and after having dinner out?" "Sure" recognizes the brother and sister act right away and is having a hard time with emotions but decides it's time to spend more time with brother. "And I'm not mad about the kiss. it's fine. It was an accident." I was glad to hear she agreed to go to the movie so we could spend time together man and woman so to speak.“Is there a movie you like to see Karin? I’m fine with any movie you like to see Karin?" There was one I wanted her to see but couldn’t very well take her there, even though she was 18, but it was about a brother sister in love with each other and was rated 18 and over, but she would know I picked that movie intentionally.“I tell you what Karin. You pick the movie and I will pick the restaurant. Next time we go to see a movie you pick the restaurant and I the movie.” I had no idea what movie she liked, but was hoping she would pick the bother sister movie. After all she spent some time on that website reading about the same thing. "Well there is this brother and sister movie that looks nice. Not that I like brother sister things just it looks romantic and exciting." is praying in my head that that my brother doesn't figure out my feelings really wanting to see the movie and spend time but not wanting my brother to be disgusted with me. When Karin suggested seeing the brother sister movie I couldn’t believe what I heard, and started to wonder if by chance she knew what was on my mind. I started to think back as she was goring up, and couldn’t remember her hanging around with boys only her close girlfriends. I could’ve been wrong about what I saw she was reading, but it was erotic alright, but it was about a brother and sister and that could’ve been the reason she didn’t want me to see it. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t approve of her reading that stuff.“A movie about a brother and sister? That should be fun to watch, maybe we can learn something from them.” I said smiling at her. “Well I better look for a good restaurant for dinner then. "Yea. But I'm not wearing a dress so don't make it too fancy. Im a jeans' girl here." is excited to you out with my brother but hopes I can keep my emotions together. And maybe think of that one guy who asked me out. I had thought when brother found my phone a week ago he would have seen the text asking to meet, but he was as cool and impassive as ever. Meaning he doesn't like me the way I do him. (is trying to make her emotions settle after the kiss) “Oh! Come on Karin. Jeans! To a nice restaurant. Wear one of those short skirts over long tights or whatever they call them. You’ll look amazing in them, please dress like an 18 and not like a little kid.” I could tell she was excited by going out to the movie and dinner, we haven’t done that in a long while, and I wanted her to look nice for the both of us. I was hoping that during the movie being dark she would cuddle against me like she used to do it.“Will you please dress nice for me Karin?” gulps not wanting to dress up since that was for pretty girls but wanting to have a nice time with brother. "Fine ill wear a skirt. But it WILL NOT be short. It will come to about the knee." walks upstairs and gets into a snug but comfortable black nice t shirt and gets my nice fuzzy white jacket. Also gets out my white skirt and puts on black stockings that got to the knee and black heels. They have the thick heel and go to the ankle and no further thank goodness. Puts on lipstick and perfume only a tiny bit like my brother said he likes. Comes back down putting phone in my jacket pocket. "Well I'm ready to go" sits down and waits for brother keeping hair in ponytail. I was waiting and wondering what she was going to wear, and couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see herself as others saw her. She had a great looking body even though her breasts were 36 DD, and she did have an hour glass figure that I loved and being next to me, we did look like a perfect pair. So we were bother and sister, no one needed to know that. When she did come down she wore black and white that looked good on her, but I wished she had worn a shorter skirt. “You look great Karin, but I still think a shorter skirt would show off your great looking legs.” Seen that we were going to a movie I dressed casual. I’m read as well and if we get there early enough we can sit where we like. Preferably at the back so my head is not in front of a short person.” "Alright then let's go. And also why show off my legs? They are horrible anyway" gets up and waiting by the door “Karin are you upset with me or with yourself? I don’t understand why you keep putting yourself down all the time. “Your legs are not horrible, and I happen to like the way they look. As matter of fact I like all of you just as you are.” I told he as I pick up my car keys from on top the table.“OK lets go then.” "Sorry" mutters a bit and thinks back to middle school and how that had to do with my personality changed. I got used to having my self–esteem crushed in the hands of the other kids year after year all through middle school. (all of what I just said happened in my real life. Sorry but my stories for me have my actual personality. If this is bad for you, I understand) “That’s OK Karin, let's forget it and concentrate on have fun. Just remember that you’re my sister and I love you just as you are.” I told her while we drove to the movie. I had planned for us to see the movie first and have dinner afterward so we could take our time and enjoy the evening together.IOC It’s not bad for me at all. "Alright" smiles a little and then watches out the window starting to daydream as I often do. Little did my brother Theo know I was daydreaming of kissing him at the movie and cuddling like only lovers should and going home and doing stuff we know we shouldn't. I glanced to my right when she replied “alright” and noticed the slight smile on her lips. I was glad to see it and had promise of a fun evening I hoped. Perhaps it was the beginning for them to come to term that they both cared for one another. He reaches across and took her hand and squeezed gently. That smile on your lips was a good beginning to a fun evening Karin.” I told her as I pulled into the theater parking lot.“Here we are sis in time to get two sits where no one could bother us by walking in front of us.” my smile gets a bit bigger and walks close to my brother letting my emotions flow thinking that It's now or never to see how he reacts. "Thanks. I hope you like the movie" I couldn’t help smiling at Karin when I saw her smile getting bigger, and walked very closed to me as we head towards the entrance. I was a little surprise by her changed demeanor and was sure it was for the better.“You’re welcome, and I’m sure I will like the movie, and I like this you more than anything”. I told her as I put my arm around her waist. Laughs a little "well I don't want to be all depressed when my brother is taking me to a movie and then to a dinner. And you better by the food mister. And I also want Dr pepper to drink. I don’t like to see you depressed either Sis, and for being this good you can have anything you like to eat and drink. You are old enough that you could have a glass of wine if you like to try it.” Karin was changing so fast I started to wonder what brought that on so quickly, at this rate if she continues I wouldn’t recognize her if I didn’t she was my sister. I purchased the tickets for the both of us then we stop at the concession to get something for Karin.“What would you like Karin.” I asked. "Could I have the neon gummy worms? Ppllleeeassse?" smiles deciding that tonight I would bring my barriers down and let my happy self out and if my brother and I didn't work out that I would know I had tried. “I promised that you could have anything you like so just take what you like.” I smiled at her choice, but she was only18 and still rather young so why not. Plus her change made me think that we had a good chance in becoming more than brother and sister. After she got everything she wanted we went inside to find the seats we wanted, I two seats in the back corner and I thought they were perfect, no one behind or on either side of us.“What you think of those seats Karin?” I asked hoping she would like to sit there. Looked at his choice and decided this was my chance to approach him. "Sure I like that choice." is getting a little excited but doesn't let it show. This day was turning out to be a very surprised day for me, I thought, and thinking back when I suggested the movie, I didn’t even think about it much it was my idea about the movie, but it was Karin that suggested that particular movie. Things were working out the way I had planned them, but somehow my Sister had a hand in all this, and I never thought she felt the same way if my thinking was right. Well I thought to myself, if I’m right this might be the beginning of a new life for both of us. Once we seated ourselves I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. I figure it was time and seen that we were the only one so far, I knew she wouldn’t mind it.“I love you Sis.” I said softly. "I love you too brother and I think its time I show you how much" takes a deep breath and kisses him on the lips softly but with a bit of passion. “Thank you sis, you’ve made my whole day, and to think that I never even suspected anything.” With the lights being so low I thought no one would see us and kissed her back passionately.“I can’t wait till the movie start. I want to see why you picked this move.” I said and lifted the arm rest out of the middle so we could be closer, and she could cuddle against me. After my brother lifted the arm thing I pressed myself against him and broke the kiss laying my head on his chest. "I picked this movie because of how I want our relationship to go" Karin pressed her herself against me once the arm rest was out of the way, and I could feel her breasts pressing against me and her head on my chest, as I had my arm around her shoulders. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that my sister aroused me, and even if she noticed I wouldn’t be surprised if she was roused but it. You know I never knew you had any feeling for me, and here I was crazy about you, and you didn’t even give me a hint. Though after I kissed you, and you didn’t get upset I did wonder why you didn’t.”“Here you are now telling me how you want our relationship to go, and that can only mean you were planning on it.” "Actually I wasn't till my attitude changed. And that's why. I decided I would show you and got a bit happy that I would at least get to try even if you were disgusted with me" eyes go a little sad at the things I thought my brother might have said “It doesn’t matter any more sis, we are where we both want to be right now, and I don’t blame you for feeling that way, you had no way of knowing how I felt about you.” It was just as well she never said or did anything, at least now we both know how we feel about each other, and how she’s of age to do as she pleases as far as having a lover goes.“Once we get home we both show each other how we really feel sis.” blushes but gets a bit worried "but what about out of home?" (also just to mix it up a bit I think that it would be interesting to see what happens if one of his friends that is a girl says to Karin that they are dating and comes over often and gets close to him and flirts. Just a suggestion) “I don’t know exactly what you mean “but what about out of home?” you don’t mean like here right now do you? Or you mean in the car or somewhere else? "What I mean is are we going to be like lovers outside of home like holding hands and little kisses." Karin was half hoping he would want to publicly show their affection but new the risks that maybe one of his or her friends would see, and they would be disgusted, and her brother would turn away from her because of it. Or he would be criticized and again turn away from her. “Sorry I didn’t understand what you meant, and yes we're going to be lovers from now on, and I don’t care who sees us. Friend or no friend. What about you, how do you feel about that in case one of your friend sees us kissing. Will it bother you do you care if the see you?” "No. But what if they bother you about it and stuff. Or if someone tries to blackmail you."is very worried that something might happen even though I try to put it out of my mind and be happy I feel like I need something to distract me from my thoughts I see what you mean, still we can’t do much about what people say or do, but if it does happen we can always move away to another place where no one knows us.” I could understand why she would worry, and I thought it may be a good idea to simply move away, and I knew of a place she would love but won’t tell her till we have to move. "Alright. Ill stop worrying. I love you brother and I will never leave you." watches the rest of the movie getting hungry and excited about dinner. “That’s my girl, I don’t want you to worry about anything Karin. I’ve always looked after you, and I’m not going to stop now that we love lone another.” I was levied when after she said she wouldn’t worry and that she loved me. We both watched the rest of the movie, and then we were both hungry and couldn’t get to their restaurant fast enough. Furthermore, I could see Karin was excited about dinner. On the way to dinner to surprise my brother I kissed him on the cheek and then smiled. "I hope you plan on me kissing you lots. because I plan to every single day." Theo just glanced at his sister and smiled. She didn’t know it yet, but she would do allot more them kiss him from now on.“I’m planning on getting allot more than kissing from now on sis. I can’t wait till we get back home to show you how much I love you.” blushes deeply at his comment wondering how he would feel if he knew about her fetishes and the boy last week had known."brother after tonight there is something you need to know about why that one boy came over last week. I know he is the only boy I have brought over and there's a reason. More so then loving you. But tonight is too early."IOC don't know how you feel about calling sister baby and tying her up a bit but if you do then I will tell about that. If not ill say something else when she finally tells him. He smiled when he saw her blushing. He guessed that this may be her first time and no wonder she blushed so furiously. Theo was surprised by Karin reply, it was definitely not a reply he expected from her. And why was this boy more important than loving him. What did he mean to her that he was so important? His smile vanished the moment she said those words. Gulps "what I am going to say might sound very shocking but I hope you will still love me. There is another reason besides you that I haven't brought boys over before. Like I said. I like being tied up and being called baby. The one boy found out. He is the only one who has ever found out so I kinda brought him over last week if you remember. Please don't be disgusted with me." This was an even bigger surprise for Theo, he never would’ve though she would have a boy coming over to tie her up. He realized then why she looked so worried and maybe a little scare of what he would say or do.“Karin lets make a promised to each other right now. We will never have any secrets between us, and will always confide everything to one other. Also, be never afraid to tell each other how we feel about each other, and what we like to do to each other while we make love.”“For the record Karin I am not disgusted with you or will ever be. I wish you had asked me instead of the boy, I would’ve love to tie you up and have my way with you. Though I am pleased that you want to do that with me and no one else.” her blush started to grow across her face. "I promise brother. And at that time I was thinking you didn't even like me the way I liked you. I was afraid you would reject me and make me move out and if you knew about this it would be even worse." Theo smiled seen her blushing again realizing how shy she really was, and being in love with him must’ve been very hard for her to keep hidden so she would be thrown out of her house. He had thought her to a lady and respectful she was growing up, and could understand how hard it had been for her.“One think you should know baby, and that’s that I’ve loved you since the day you were born. I’ve never stop loving you. You just grew up into my dream woman and after all these years I’m still in love with you, except that now I love you differently.” He told her as he pulls into the restaurant parking lot.“I think we're here baby.” when my brother started calling me baby that was when I thought I would faint. He had actually taken what I said into consideration. "You know just because I like being called baby and it's like a turn on doesn't mean you have to say it." “I’m well aware of the Karin I was just trying to see what effect it had on you, and I can’t see I can use it when I want to urn you on.” Theo was slightly turned on himself, just by thinking about having her in his bed and fucking her all night long.“Are you turned on now.” he asked her as they got out of the car and walked towards the entrance. "A bit yes." Karin was way turned on. She wanted to kiss her brother that she couldn't even keep still. Theo liked that she was being honest how she felt, and he stops short of the door and took her in his arms. So am I baby, and kissed her passionately. Than took her hand, and they walked she last two-step into the restaurant.“I hope you’re still turned on by the time we get home.” He whispered to her. At his last words she blushed very deeply "I'm sure I will be." He waited till they were seated at their table first and the Hostess left. I'll be looking forward to getting home and find out how turned on you'll be by then." Karin admired her brother while listening to his words and smiled. "And I will be curious to find out how hard you are by the time we get home." Theo was pleased by Karin reply and smiled at her. “You know, if you seat to my left you can feel it now by reaching under the table. No one can see your hand with the table cover hanging that low.” Theo was very curious if she would really do it, because he was ready to feel her between her thighs to see if she was really wet. As I listened to his words I raised an eyebrow and then sat on his left and felt for his cock. "Im thinking you really didn't think I would do it did you? Theo wasn’t totally surprised when she got up and sat down to his left, and she felt for his cock. “You’re right, I did think that you would never do it in a public place especially in a restaurant.” He reached between her thighs and felt her covered pussy while her hand was still on his cock even though it was inside his pants.“OK now that you have your hand on cock even though its over my pants, what do you think fit?” he asked while sliding his fingers under the elastic of her panties to feel he wet pussy. I gasped when I felt his hand go between my thighs and feel my pussy even if it was covered, and she got a bigger surprise when he went under the panties and directly touched me. "What are you doing? And its good I guess, but would you stop what you are doing? You are turning me on too much and people are going to notice." lets go of his cock thinking maybe he will stop since he was probably thinking it was unfair I was touching him without I'm getting to touch me. “I’m touching you baby that’s what I’m doing, I’ve waited a long time for this, and I had to touch you while you touched me to. I knew I took her by surprise when pushed my fingers into her wet pussy, but I wanted her hot even during dinner. I knew she would be thinking about it through dinner, and she would learn to hold it because it will happen again once she gets a taste of it.“OK. Baby no more touching till we’re out of here and in the car.” I was panting a little as my brother talked nodding my head when he said about the car. "That would be nice sorry it was just so sudden" to say I wasn't a little disappointed when his hand left would be a lie but I just hadn't and wasn't ready for that. That was the first time someone else had touched me. I didn’t realize Karin was that turned on when I got my fingers into her pussy, but she was panting a little. I guess that was a good sign. But finding her that wet I could feel my cock getting allot harder. Now as we were having dinner I couldn’t stop thinking about that and couldn’t wait to finish dinner.“Sorry sis I’ll make it up to you when we get home I promise.” It was the only thing I could say at the moment. "I am looking forward to it brother." I ate a bit fast but if you were in my situation you would have done the same. I just couldn't wait to get home. The dinner turned out to be great for the both us, though we didn’t talk much as I assume she was as turned on as I was. She actually admitted how she felt by telling me she was looking forward to the whole thing. I watched her eat witch was a little faster than her usual, and I wondered if she was a little nervous or to mask her feelings. Of course there was also the possibility that she wanted to get back home like I was. I wanted to reach for her on the way home, but I didn’t and suffered through till we got home. No point doing something stupid that could cause an accident. On the way home I still couldn't keep still. I soon wanted to kiss my brother but couldn't till we got home. I felt like I was going to go crazy. I could see from the corner of my eye that Karin could sit still, and I wondered if she was nervous or a change of heart about tonight. I hoped it was the first because I couldn’t wait to get home. Furthermore, I just had to relax and drive, and not thinking about it. Except that my cock was so hard it was a bit uncomfortable to drive.“We’re home baby you can relax a little now,” I said to calm her some as I pulled into the driveway. I still felt like I was about to break out of my skin not kissing him and got out hurriedly and went straight to the door foot tapping a bit waiting for him to come and unlock the door not saying anything because I was sure I would say something I shouldn't while we were out here. Karin looked very restless, and I wonder if it was the idea having sex, or it was the idea of having sex with me. Of course, she had to so horny after the episode in the restaurant, that it could be the reason. He hurried a little realizing she may not have her key with her, and take his keys an opens the door for her.“Sorry baby I didn’t know if you had your keys with you.” I moved so she could go in first, and I fallowed her in. I took my jacket of and drop it on the back of a sofa chair, and walked right behind her, and wrap my arms around her waist sure that she could feel my hard on." Did you want to freshen up baby?" I said softly and kissed her neck. Once in the door I let my lust overtake me and when I felt him around me, I went crazy. "Yes but first I have been dying to do this" I turned around and took his face in my hands kissing him fiercely and deeply probing his lips with my tongue wanting to enter I could feel vibrate slightly, and I didn’t have time to say or do anything after she said.” yes, but first I have to do this.” she toots my face in her hand and kissed hard and deeply, and I could her tongue forcing its way into my mouth witch I welcomed it greedily. I never expected that from her, I thought she was more reserved and not this wonton girl that delighted me to no end. I lowered my hands and squeezed her ass cheeks as I pull her tight against my hard bulge. Once my tongue entered his mouth and I was calmed a bit I took my time to savor the kiss and when he brought me up against his hardness I moaned into his mouth my hands slipping from his face and wrapping around his neck pulling myself even closer to him and pressing my breasts against him. This was the girl I dreamed about, and she was showing me physically that she was. We devoured each other while kissing, and I had never felt this heat from any other woman I made love to. Karin was showing me passion I never felt from another. I felt her pressing herself against my hard on as soon as I pulled her closer, her gorgeous breasts pressing into my chest got me so hard I was scared I would cum right then and there.“Are you sure you want to freshen up baby.” I asked wanting to take her right there on the floor. I took my mouth from his just long enough to answer "only if you do so with me." then I kissed his neck nuzzling it with my nose I smiled at her and kissed her lips softly. “Yes baby anything you like to do I’m with you,” I replied while she nuzzled my neck. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I was happy to do it just the same. As he kissed my lips I felt so light and warm after he said about doing anything I had an idea. "What about you take a shower with me?" I slipped from him and slowly with a naughty grin began walking slowly backwards up the stairs. I sort of expected that but didn’t say it, and I couldn’t wait to get in the shower with her.“Baby I did say anything you like, and if you like to shower together nothing could please me more that to shower with you, and wash each other. I had the feeling the showing would be the first place we would fuck each other, and if she was a virgin, not that I thought her, but girls something they break their Hymen with their toys. The blood would just wash away in any case. With his words I rush upstairs and into the bathroom stripping and waiting for him turning on the shower and getting it to the right temperature. Karin couldn’t wait long enough a rushed away before he knew it. He finds her already naked as he walks into the bathroom adjusting the water temperature. She looked the happiest he remembers seen her. He strips the rest of his clothing and steps in the shower his cock already half-mast, and seen her naked it could feel getting harder.“Are we going to wash each other baby. I’ll wash your back than you’ll was mine, and after we can wash each other while we face one another,” "that sounds good." I stepped into the shower after him turning around, so my back was to him. "You don't mind if you are my first do you?" Karin was quick in turning her back to me, so I could wash it, and then she asked if I mind it that I was the first, and though she was kidding me.“No baby I don’t mind it at all, and if you really want to know. I am honored being the first man for you.” I told her as I washed her entire back before I started to wash her delicious ass. I let myself relax as he washed my back feeling calm. "That feels nice" I was taking my time loving the feel of her skin on my hands. “I’m glad you like baby, and I love touching you.” I told her as I washed right between her ass cheek and the inside of her thighs. I was moaning and panting by this time wishing he would touch my pussy so against all sub laws I touched and rubbed my pussy hoping he didn't know much about ownership details. "MMM." I could hear her soft moans and I knew she was aroused and saw her hand go down to her pussy. I reached around and held her hand from touching her pussy.“I thought we were going to wash each other baby, stop that I said smiling at her. Furthermore, I had just finished with both her legs and turned her around gently.“I know what you want baby, I just what you to hold off till I tell you. Now let's wash each other like we agreed on. Damn I thought and just when I was going to get some pleasure. I pouted a bit, but my submissive nature kept me from whining. "Fine." I sighed trying not to throw a fit but I had been so close to pleasure! I was kinda upset with him so didn't say a word after that in the shower even when he talked. I could see she was not pleased with my for stopping her touching her cunt, I want her to be really hot till I was ready to play with it.“Baby you must have patience sometime and this is one of those times.” I finished with her breasts trying not to arouse any more than she already was. Furthermore, I reached down between her thighs with both hands slide my finger into her wet cunt and rub her engorged clitoris with the hand. I gasped when he touched me moaning and grinding on his hand clutching his shoulders. "Oooohhhh." I felt myself almost purr but I didn't want to surprise my brother any more tonight. Karin moaned the instant my finger touched her clot and the other slide inside her pussy, and grind her hips against my fingers. I fucked her with my finger and still kept from breaking he Hymen, before I introduced another finger to how tight she was. Two finger were snug but was good. My cock was another matter as it was much bigger and longer. I was panting very heavily then and kissed him deeply clenching around his fingers when he put a second one in. I could hear Karin panting now, and she kissed hard, and I reciprocated by kissing her back just as hard, and I was dying to taste my sister.“Baby I want to taste your virgin cunt right now, and I want you to cum into my mouth.” I told her and sat down on the floor. You can support yourself with your hands on my shoulders.” "Um okay" I was excited but also nervous because I didn't know what it would feel like. “I know you may find this strange baby, but I’ll guarantee it that you will love it. After this you’ll want it all the time. You’ll need to learn how to suck my cock also, so we can have a 69.” I blushed a bit at the cocksucking "alright" I was just a pinch nervous now and wanted him to start. “Come baby let me eat your sweet and juice pussy. Open your legs wide and push you're his so your pussy if over my mouth. If you feel like grinding your pussy go right ahead.” "Alright brother" I do as he asks spreading my legs and lifting my hips so I'm over his mouth supporting myself on his shoulders. Once Karin was in position I placed my hands on her hips to hold he is pussy right on my mouth and lick all her sweet juice, not realizing she was that wet and takes her engorged clot into her mouth and sucks it into his mouth and licks all her cum as it flow out, then pushed his tongue inside as far as he could lap like a starving man. I moaned and remembering what he said about grinding I let myself and took one hand to his head pushing his head even further on me. "Mmmmm. So good." I smile mentally hearing my sister moan while licking and sucking her pussy, and when I felt her hand on my head then push it against her pussy, I realized she liked it, and now she was making sure I ate her till she came. Karin tasted deliciously, and I couldn’t wait till she came in my mouth. I knew I was on the verge of coming and ground against him harder. Then everything burst and with a short shout I came becoming a bit limp afterward. Once Karin began to grind her cunt on my mouth it didn’t take long for her orgasm. I heard her shout just before I felt her juice flow into my mouth. I still held her hips with hands to keep her steady, and quickly stop up so that I could hold her as she started to go limp. Was this your very first big orgasm baby?” I asked her. I nod in reply breathing heavily. "Sorry I didn't wash you." “Don’t that worry baby there all be many times for you to wash me. Right now I want you in my bed, and after tonight you’ll sleep with me in my bed.” I wanted her to know that she was my girl not my sister. I was still a bit worried about my brother so I asked "what about if we sleep over at another persons house? Even though it would probably be lonely for me, I don't want you getting hurt because of me." “Baby the last think I want is for you to start worrying about me. This house is way too big for us, and I made arrangement to move into a new but smaller house. The deal is not yet closed, and we have time to change our minds.” I looked up at him half wanting to cling to him here forever the other half wanting to get dry and get a robe to snuggle. "If it has a king-sized bed in the main bedroom I'm fine with it. Also a good-sized kitchen." Hearing her saying what she wanted in the new house eased his mind, he was more worried about her more than anything. Now they would move into a new area that no one knows them, and with many couples with bid age difference would matter much now day." Baby you can have both a big kitchen and a King bed.” I smiled happily still leaning against him. "Yay! Now can we dry off and me get into just a light nightgown. Its getting cold and I won't be completely naked because we are cuddling tonight. After cuddling you can have me naked again." “Yes baby let me dry you off first so you can put nightgown on first, I let her go to get her nightgown and dried myself in the meantime. I was half dried already so it didn’t take long. Baby get in bed don’t wait for me, I’m about dried anyway. I got into bed with her, and she moved as close as she could. I didn’t wear anything I normally sheep in the raw, and she felt wonderful snuggled against me.“Comfy baby.” as he dried me I closed my eyes feeling warm. Then went to the bedroom hearing about getting into bed and waiting so I got one of my lightest night gowns on but still warm and when he got in bed I snuggled next to him and laid my head on his chest. "You're the comfy one." “Glad you think I am. You feel wonderful baby I never felt any one feel as wonderful as you do. We may not be husband and wife, but I think of you as my girl wife.” you are also my baby girl.” I think about his words for a minute then ask, "could we be husband and wife?" I waited for his answer anxiously I always wanted a wedding and then a nice relaxing honeymoon. “Anything is possible baby, we need to have some papers made with different name with you or me just one of us. Or move somewhere if we can get marriage license without to May question. "Whatever you think is the best brother" I rubbed my nose on his neck feeling very peaceful. Give it some time baby, I'm sure we can come up with something even if you have to move away. "I know" then I kissed him lightly on the lips one hand on his chest. I hugged my sister tightly and kissed her on the forehead, before I placed soft kissed all over her face. I never dated another woman after discovering I was crazy about her, and now I didn't want anything but for her to be mine. I kept placing soft kisses covering every inch of her as I moved lower to kiss her big hard nipples, or gently sucking them or nibbling at them. I moaned again and took my nightgown off feeling him give attention to my breasts. I let one hand o to his cock and stroke it softly. Karin's moans while OI was kissing her was like music to my ears, and she quickly removed her nightgown living her totally naked for me to feast on her. Maybe not to be undone she took my raging cock stroking it. Reached down between her thighs with one hand and gently rub her clitoris. I didn't need to say anything, but I could feel her heart beat as I kissed and licked her nipples. I was moaning loudly now and grinding against his hand and stroked his cock faster. I could feel Karin getting very aroused and my hand on her pussy getting wetter, while her moaning was getting louder. Her began stroking my cock faster. I moved between her open thigh while she was stroking, and I put my hand on top of hers to guide my cock to her wet pussy. I gasped lightly when he put his hand on mine and guided it towards me but didn't stop it. I wanted this so badly. "Yessss brother." When took her hand and heard her gasp I knew she was surprised, but she let me guide her hand toward her pussy. I wanted her hold my cock as I entered her thigh cunt, so that she could slow it down if it hurt her more than was normal." Baby I want you to hold my cock while it goes into your cunt." You can guide it inside you at the speed that's comfortable to you." when he talked about the pace I nodded wanting to feel him inside me. "Alright then." I started to push with my hips after she said "alright then."while she held my cock. Baby the pain it's just stung for a few seconds, you can squeeze my cock, and I'll stop if you want me to. I was waiting for her hand to squeeze me, but never came till I felt her Hymen and pushed harder breaking right thought it. I stopped to give her time to relax for a moment. I was panting by the time he came to breaking me but I didn't squeeze until I felt the pain of the break breathing heavily my breasts heaving. My trick worked, and the pain was short, and my cock was now fully seated inside her tight pussy. I waited a little while she was catching her breath before I started to move my hips back and forth. She was tight just as I thought she would be, but she had to go through it like every virgin has to. I started moving my hips back and forth slow enough to give her time to adjust to my size and give her pussy time to produce the lubrication that would help ease the pain and turns into pleasure." How you're feeling baby, does it hurt?" "Its fine now. I like having you inside me. I have wanted this for a long time. Just make sure you don't become too close with any other females, I can get super jealous." for me this was about the happiest moment in my life. I would treasure it forever. I just hope my brother would too. "I love being inside you sis, and you needn't worry about me looking at another woman, not while I have you. I've wanted you for a while now and that I have you I'll net let you go." Theo began to move his hips a little faster as her tight pussy got wetter, then felt her legs wrap around his waist and felt her hips arch as if to get his cock as deep as she could. Karin felt so happy she could cry and did a little "and I will never let go of you. I will never want to leave you anyway and never want you to let go." with that said Karin wrapped her legs around him feeling him move faster and arched against him letting out a low moan. Theo was happy that Karin began to respond back sexually, and her moaning were urging him to continue. Once their hips go into rhythm with each Theo fucked his sister harder and faster, leaned over her face to kiss her passionately without missing a beat. As her brother went even harder and faster Karin was in bliss. When he kissed her she kissed back deeply opening her mouth to him. Theo tongue shot into her mouth as it opened for him as he welts hers and entwine together into a love dance, as the two bodies grinds into each other in sexual bliss. Taking each other closer to the top, and their bodies pushing harder into one another. As her brothers tongue drove into her mouth Karin didn't know of any other time she had felt this good. She could feel her orgasm coming on and wrapped her body tighter around his pressing against him and moving her breasts rubbing against his chest. Theo was getting, and he could sense Karin was also, and when she wrapped her legs tighter and her chest rubbing against his chest it was certain." Baby I’m getting very close, you want me to pull out, you know we can’t have a bay.” Hell he thought after he says that, why didn’t the think about getting some pills for her. She whined at his statement but unwrapped her legs knowing there was a reason but still upset that she wouldn't feel his cum inside her. "Alright go ahead." she felt like crying a tiny bit when he pulled out but kept her emotions under control. "I am really sorry baby. I promise I'll have the pills for you first thing in the morning." Theo hated pulling out of her, but both knew they couldn't afford to have her pregnant. "Alright then" Karin would be lying if she said she still wasn't a little bit sad but started stroking his cock. At least she could watch him cum even if she couldn't feel it inside her. "Baby I feel just as bad as you do, but after you're on the pill I'll cum inside you every time. Now you get to see it shoot up in the air if the keep it towards the ceiling otherwise you get it allover you if you're careful. "Ill keep it towards the ceiling then" Karin tried to stay as positive as possible and focused on her task rubbing herself quickly determined to cum when he did. Theo was glad to see Karin was rubbing her pussy at the same time, and was sure they would both cum at the same time’It will shoot out very fast baby, I will tell so that you can cum at the same time if you can. Karin just nodded at his words all of her attention focusing on getting them both to cum, and she could feel herself getting close. Then was getting very, very close and look at his sister, and saw by the look on her face he was as close.HO! Baby I think I'm just about there be ready. Powwow baby. And felt strings after strings of cum shooting up and saw Karin mouth open as to scream gasp. He didn't know. Karin speed up her fingers and rubbed vigorously when he looked at her and spoke and when he started cumming it trigger hers, and she opened her mouth letting out a moan. He could see Karin watching him and saw her hands moved faster, one stroking his cock and the rubbing her engorged clitoris. And just like he told her she kept his cock pointing up when he started shooting cum, and he heard moaning as she came at the same time. Unfortunate some of his cum landed on both and now both had to head to the shower on get cleaned up." What did you think of that baby, did you ever though that it would shoot out like it did?" "Not really but you owe me for not cumming inside me." Karin still just couldn't get over it and when she removed her hand from his cock she licked what was on her hand off. "Yes I know baby, and I promise I'll make it up to you after you take the birth control pills. He smiled at when moved her cum soaked fingers in to her to lick it clean. "I hope I taste as good are you baby." Maybe WI'll do a 69 the next time, I know my cock is a little big, but I'm sure you'll manage to take into your mouth". Karin decided he would be able to make it up so forgot about it but blushed when he said the other stuff. "Maybe." Theo saw her bushing a deep red and wondered if she didn't like what he suggested, or she was too embarrassing for her to do it, or to hear it from her brother. She didn't say no, and maybe, left the door open that she may want to, or try. Still. There was a chance. Karin summoned up some courage "I would maybe like to do that sometime. First thing the next day he got her some pills. He also got her an Appointment with a female Doctor friend of his knowing how shy she was. Theo loved his sister more than anything. Though she was his sister and just over 18, she was still pretty young, and being his lover and love, he wanted to teach her all about sex and how to please each other in everything sexual. He noticed her reluctance when he first mentioned doing a 69, but now she was more willing to maybe try it. There was no difference between him eating her delicious cunt, and her sucking his cock." Thanks baby that would be wonderful" he replied after she told him she may like to try it. I hope you will be pleased I got some pills from a friend Doctor and also made an appointment for you to see her. Her name is Dr. Jane Webster. The phone # is on the bottle. Karin was glad he got the pills but still embarrassed by her sucking him. Because she liked the idea but didn't want him to think of her as a slut. "Thanks for the pills and alright what time am I supposed to meet this doctor?" Theo was aware Karin wasn't to keen about sucking her brother, but deep down she wanted to please him, and it wasn't something she did before. He was with a little push she would do it." The appointment is 9:00 am, and you're the first one I'll drive you and wait for you. She is very nice, and she is like you in love with her bother. That's gown I got you in so fast and got the pills for you." Karin smiled liking knowing she wasn't the only one who was in this situation. "Alright. Thanks. I appreciate it. I think I should get some clothes on." I'll do anything to keep you and our secret shielded from every one not in our situation. Both were in college at the same time, Jane is two years younger than her brother. And you can be franc with her, I told her that I would you about her, and she was ok with it." Ok, what would you like to do for the rest of the day after you get some clothes of course?" he said smiling. "Maybe go out for breakfast but not fancy this time." Karin goes to her room getting white panties and bra jeans socks and a black short-sleeved shirt Sounds goof to me baby, think of a place while you get dressed baby. I'll go and change to. He decided on jeans and blue shirt, knowing that Karin would be wearing jeans. Karin was trying to think of a place while she got ready, and after she got dressed went and did her hygiene stuff in the bathroom and put on just a little pink lipstick and some spray in the air then walk through kind of perfume. And then went downstairs reading more erotica on her phone still trying to keep this part a secret, maybe. Theo didn't take that long as usual, he knew what he would wear the next day, so he didn't need to go through his clothes to decide. When he came down the stairs he noticed Karin was on her phone, and looked to him as if she was reading. He had seen her reading on her phone a few times in the last while, and he was puzzled by it. She noticed her brother coming down and put her phone away. "Does Pizza Hut sound good to you?" "Sure I like pizza. Or whatever else they have on the menu." he replied noting how fast she out her phone away. Now she piqued his curiosity and had to find out what she's reading in her phone. "Alright let's go then I'm ready if you are" I headed for the door waiting at it. We're going we're going, what's the rush. I didn't know you were starving." he said smiling at her as they headed out the door, and they got in the car. They got to Pizza Hut in 15 minute, and got a table right away. "Well I'm hungry" while in the car Karin leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek then went to her phone looking to see if she had any messages and froze when she saw one but quickly replied to the sender that she didn't need help anymore and turned her phone off not saying anything even when they got their table. “I’m rather hungry myself baby, he said before she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. He saw her take her phone afterward then type something before she turned it off, and that could mean she didn’t want to get any more messages tonight. While waiting to be served he was about to ask her what she had been reading on her phone, when the server came to their table.“You go ahead and order Karin while I look at the menu.” He told her without looking up. "Ummmm I have no clue. I don't know what to order eating but I would like Dr. Pepper to drink." I honestly didn't have a clue what to order my mind floating off into daydreams "Ok. Why don't we order two dishes of something we both like, and we share." he said looking at her? "About a pizza with everything and maybe a big salad for two?" he suggested, "and your Dr pepper of course" he said smiling. "Hmmm I don't care for the cause of the vegetables, but the salad sounds good." I smiled watching my brother. Theo looked at the server. "You've heard what she said, take out the vegetable please." She smiled and Said "Yes Sir. "There you go that wasn't hard." he said leaning over and kissed Karin on the lips softly. Karin blushed as they were in public but kissed back not being able to control herself. "No it wasn't surprisingly but I'm envious of her saying yes Sir. Do you know her?" No baby I don't know her. I think she was being polite, and you shouldn't be envious of her." Theo was pleased to note his sister was jealous, it meant she really loves him." I never look at other women the way I look at you, you are all I even water baby." "Alright then I trust you." Karin pressed closed to him not wanting to be too possessive but wanting to make sure every girl knew he was hers. “Thank you for trusting baby.” He said teasing her. He smiled when she moved even closer, like marking her territory. Furthermore, he placed his hand on thigh and stroke it up and down softly. Karin closed her eyes when his hand touched her thigh soaking in the attention. "You're welcome" He saw her closing her eyes when his hand touches her thigh, and he knew the effect it had on her. He felt the same thing himself. There was something between brother and sister that didn’t exist between two other with no blood relation. Karin was as happy as a woman could be yet calm. She just relished in the touch of her brother until their server came and gave them their food. Theo never moved his hand away, not even when the server brought their food.“Hum mm. The pizza sure look yummy doesn’t it baby.” He said as he takes a piece to put it on her plate before he takes one for himself. "Yes it does" Karin was hungry so she started eating as soon as he got his piece for himself not really savoring the first piece. No sooner she replied "yes it does, She started eating like she had starved for days. He smiled before he said. "Slow down baby, no one will steal it away." when she was done she licked her lips before answering "yea but I was hungry" then she got another piece this time savoring it more and going slower taking time to even drink some of her Dr pepper. "Yea I could see it how hungry you were the way you attacked the pizza." He told her teasing her a little and running his hand up and down her thigh. Karin was conscious of the hand on her thigh but paid no attention to it like it wasn't there wondering what her brother would do and rolled her eyes at the attacking comment. "Very funny mister. It's just like you at breakfast some mornings so I wouldn't be judging." "Come on Sis I was not that bad, and you know, maybe I was in a hurry to get into your panties like now," he stayed teasingly and moving his hand higher, feeling how hot she was way up between her thighs. Karin gasped at that comment and smacked his hand away thinking of a way to tease him just a bit since he loved teasing her so much it was payback time. "Just for that no more touching during lunch or when we get home ill lock myself in my room the whole rest of the day until tomorrow." lets see how he handles that. She thought in her head not happy about his teasing her. "Ouch!" He said smiling after she hit his hand, and removed his hand from her thigh, and wondered if she would really fallow on her threat to lock herself in her room. He had been teasing her more than usual as of late. Maybe it was time to stop teasing her. He said to himself. "And I will mister I have a tiny refrigerator in there with food. So no touching or I will be in my room so fast when we get back" Karin started thinking as she returned to eating as she didn't know if she would be able to be away that long without breaking down, but he needed to learn that there was a limit to how much you can tease a person before they get mad. Theo knew he over teased her a little to long, and one thing he didn't want, was to upset her by being a little childish with his teasing. Actually he didn't even realize he was teasing her that much." Sorry sis, I'll promise this was the last time, and won't tease you as I've been doing, but know that I really loved you." He leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Good you may kiss but Hands and other things are out of bounds for lunch." She let him kiss her cheek noting that it wasn't a teasing sort of touch and started in on some salad thinking that two pieces of pizza is enough, and she really was trying to lose weight. She didn't know if her brother noticed though. Furthermore, she had for the last few years sorta locked herself in her room. That was one reason she felt bad about threatening to do it and hoped she hadn't hurt him with that statement. Theo was not too happy to hear the rest, even though she didn't object to him kissing her cheek. Very well Sis if that's they way you want it, but that sounded more like blackmail. Like I've promised. We'll do things your way from now on, and you'll get no argument from me." His sister was changing, and now she was making dos and don'ts rules for him, he wasn't sure how long their relationship would last. Karin didn't like doing this to him, but She was so aroused by his touching earlier that she was afraid anymore touching she would start to show publicly, and she didn't want that to happen and decided that the no touching during lunch thing would be it as she didn't want their relationship to go bad. She just wished she could tell him the reason, but they were still in public so She just kept eating her salad keeping silent keeping her legs tightly together. The rest of their lunch was very quite, and neither spoke a word to one another. From his side he had apologized with the promise that it wouldn't happen again, and that was the only thing he could. The rest would be up to Karin and what she would do next. Karin planned to make up for the no touching rule at home letting him do as he pleased after she got what she needed out of her bedroom. During the ride how was just as quiet. He felt that there was not much to talk about, beside feeling slightly down, though his feeling for here never changed. He still loved her more than anything or any other woman. On the drive home Latin could barely sit still but did and when they got home she used her own key RO get in running upstairs to her room getting undressed and then getting a ball gag on handcuffing herself making sure she had the keys for bot things though and went downstairs giving the keys to her brother and kneeling before him to show she was sorry for the boundary she had put on him at lunch. Theo looked at Karin sideways wondering what she was up to. She had a ball gag locked on the back of her head, and hands were handcuffed, and she hands him the keys. Never in his live he thought his sister would get into that sort of kinks." What am I supposed to do with these keys, keep them with me till you ask for them, or are tying to tell me something." he said. "Sorry I can see that you can't talk now with that ball in your mouth." I'm I supposed to punish you and have my way while you have this thing on"? Nod your head if it's yes. Karin nodded yes a little afraid of punishment but ready to face it gulping a bit. That said, or nodded in this case and looked her naked ass up in the air. She was kneeling in front of him, and he slapped her ass cheek, then the other cheek. It wasn't something he wanted to do, but it was something his sister wanted him to do to her. He smoked both cheeks again before her stood to strip his clothes off. Karin took her spanks dutifully only whimpering a bit and then waited for what he would do next really anxious. Theo spanked her rather hard, but she only wintered. He really didn't know what he was supposed to do to her, but seen her ass red and she looked so hot, he wanted to fuck her more than anything. He cocks was already hard as baseball bat, and he drops his pants and just wets the head on her soaked cunt before he drives his hard cock into her to the hilt in one single stroke." Is that what you wanted and how you wanted it"? Karin moaned as he thrust into her sighing as she now knew she would have to look to herself for bondage purposes since he didn't seem to know what to do she was just a bit annoyed by that, but She could deal with her needs herself. Theo was not very proud the way he took, though he wasn't sorry for spanking her ass. This was not the way he saw the picture of Karin and himself, it was broken, and he had no clue on how to fix it. He remembered her mentioning she liked to be tied, but he never took her seriously. He pulls out of her feeling going soft. Furthermore, he placed the key where she could reach it and went up to take shower, suddenly feeling dirty for what he's done to her. Karin felt him and then watched him eyes tightening. Then she undid the ball gaga and cuffs went up to her room and threw them on the ground. "Damn it! Everything I do is a problem!" Karin then got her clothes on deciding to go release her frustration somewhere else not bothering to leave a note for her brother. Theo goes into the shower and turned the water to cold, he needs to cool off he was so upset with himself. He adjusted the water temperature an title later, unaware that Karin had left. He wore a long house coat after the shoulder and went back downstairs to apologized to his sister, and discord that she was on there and called to her. Furthermore, he saw the mouth ball and the handcuffs on the coffee table, and didn't bother going up to see if she was in her room. Furthermore, he knew she wasn't there and sat down to wait for her. Karin came back a few hours later not bothering to say hi to her brother since he obviously didn't like the things she did, and she just wanted to curl up in her own bed and sleep. Theo had dozed off but heard her coming, but when she didn't stop and kept walking towards the stairs, he figured she was still mad at him. He didn't think it was a good time to talk to her so he went to bed, and maybe they could talk in the morning during breakfast unless she wouldn't talk to him. When Karin got to her bed she cried herself to sleep. In the morning she decided to start off fresh but didn't know how to talk to her brother fearing he was disgusted at her so she paced in her room before going downstairs Theo was not too sure if Karin would come down for breakfast, but he was going to make enough for both of them in case she was. He was still working at it when he thought he head her coming down the stairs, but didn't look to see if it was her he heard. "Hi" Karin was nervous as she sat down wondering if he was still mad. "Hi. I didn't know if you were coming down, but I did make enough for the both of us." He said scooping two large strawberry and bacon out for her, the other two for himself. Placing one plate in front of her, and he sat down across from her. Theo studied his sister while eating and couldn't remember seen her as a submissive woman, and wondered how long she has been one. He never saw himself as a dominant man, but he was sure he could be one for Karin's sake. When her brother sat the plate in front of her she smiled a bit though it was a tad uneasy. "I didn't know if I was going to come down myself really. Thanks for the food I appreciate it." "Sis I don't know if this helps or not. I want to be apologized for how I reacted, and I want to make it up to you if you let me." I do love you more than ever, and I'll to anything to make you happy." He told her. He had thought about this allot afterward and hoped he was not too late to make it up to her. Karin blinked a bit stunned as she was not expecting this and then took a deep breath. "You don't need to apologize. I understand that you would be disgusted with me and not want to do that stuff. I'll just do that kind of thing on my own but I hope we can still do other stuff" Karin's head was fully at a horizontal angle at this point ashamed. No Karin. I wanted you to know that I was really sorry for what I did and didn't do. Also, that I am not disgusted with you, and I want to make you happy." He told her and got up to go and sit next to her. He took her face into his hands and kissed her deeply ravishing her mouth. Karin was surprised with his answer and even more surprised when he got up sat closer to her and then kissed her. But soon she forgot about almost everything except that kiss and kissed back wrapping her arms around him pulling herself closer to him, He didn't think Karin was going to kiss him back, at least not so passionately. He smiled within knowing that she was willing to take another chance with him. He already made preparation in the hoped that it would please her." Baby would you like to go upstairs I want to show you how changed I am compared to the other night." Karin was both excited and nervous by his words but Was wanting their relationship happy. "Sure I would like to go upstairs" Karin was happy that He wasn't disgusted with her but Wondered what he meant by changed as they went upstairs He was glad to see she was eager to go upstairs, and as they walked in his room he wraps his arms around her and kissed. He lowered her feet on the floor and proceed to remove all her clothing and lingered a little long to lick and bite her already hard nipples. Still wearing her pen-ties he carried her to the bed and laid her on her back"Don't move baby." He told her and reached for the cuffs tied to the headboard and cuffs her wrist then does the same with the other. Karin felt very happy as he kissed her and kissed him back fiercely. When he started removing her clothes she just let him gasping when he gave attention to her very hard nipples. Karin was super stunned when she saw the cuffs and thought that she wasn't probably able to move she was that stunned not being able to speak since this was such a dramatic change from last night. Theo moved between her thighs and looks up at her before he lowered he head. She was naked except for her pantie and takes a whiff directly where her USSR would be. He then grabs her pantie with his teeth and pulls hard till they rip, and take them off and threw them behind him. He was so horny. Furthermore, he wanted to take her then and there, but he wanted to give her a night she wouldn't forget. Furthermore, he begins to lick and nip at her clit and push two fingers into her, and now and again would bite her clit enough for her to feel the pain he knew she was craving while he fucked his fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. Karin watched as he moved between her legs blushing a little. She gasped when he ripped her panties off surprised by his aggressiveness. But when he gave attention to her clit and put two fingers in her was another thing, and she lost all thought and could only moan out. Theo paid more attention on her engorged clit biting slightly while kneaded her breasts and rolling her nipples with his thumb and finger. Wanting to make her moan and scream. "Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy!!!!!" Karin started cumming as he gave attention to her breasts moaning out eyes closed. This was something new to Theo and wasn’t to sure how far to go, but after she orgasmed and screamed “ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy.” He knew he was on the right track, but he was sure Karin would be more than happy to tell him now that he started to understand. Just after she screamed he moved on top of her and drives his raging cock into her wet cunt. Karin was still panting as he drove his cock into her making her moan in pleasure. But then again she couldn't move to wrap her arms around him, but she was fine with anything he wanted. Theo was not quite done yet, and as he fucked his sister, he paid homage to her Georges beasts by kissing, licking, and most of all biting her big hard peoples at the same time, smiling hearing moans of pleasure coming from her. Karin moaned out feeling like she was in heaven but wanting to be kissed. And whimpered out. "Please kiss" Theo wanted to please her more than anything, and he kissed her deeply and Passionately when she asked him to kiss her. She replied to the kiss passionately tugging a little at the restraints wanting to lift her body a little. Karin kissed him back, and he feels how passionate she kissed him, and then felt her tugging at he cuts and thought to loosen then a little, being her first time, but then he thought she should get used to them. Karin flicked out her tongue to his lips seeking entrance as she tried not to move as the restraints rubbed when she did. Theo got a little closer to her after seen her stretching a little, and kissed her letting her tongue into his mouth, then devoured each other's mouths, while he was pounding his hard cock into her soaked pussy. Karin moaned again as he kissed her letting him fuck her wanting to enjoy this to the fullest. You feel wonderful and taste delicious baby, and I hope you're as close as I am. He told her moving his hips faster and harder the closer he got. "Yesssss" Karin was very close but was holding back wanting to cum when he did also know it would probably make her cum harder. "Good don't hold out baby now would be a good time." He said just as he came and drove into her as deep as he could. Karin threw her head back moaning in the pleasure she got and came jerking a bit in the restraints Theo moaned as well after he came so hard. He thought having her on his mercy, beside wanting to please her had some to do with it. This was a new experience for him. Karin was panting eyes closed still mind blown at what just happened now just wanting to snuggle for a bit and rubbed her body against her brother a bit trying to tell him that. Theo had no idea what the future held for then now, this new experience took him by surprise. He realized he liked this more than he would admit to himself, and he never thought he wanted to own his sister. Not only that, but he was sure that Karin wanted it that way, wanted to be owned totally by her brother. She was still panting even after he released and snuggled her self like a kitting. Rubbing her naked body against his."you've been wonderful sis, more than I could have imagined it." He to her before he kissed her passionately. Karin snuggled her body tightly against her brother rubbing her nose on his neck then looked up smiling at his words "you have been wonderful as well. Also a quick learner I guess." as he kissed her she felt herself get hot again and wrapped her arms around his neck pressing herself against him and kissing him hard flipping him under her. Theo couldn’t help smiling when she told him he was wonderful and a quick learner. He still had a long way to go to really please her, there’s if she was anyway like some of the ones he read about. He could feel her getting aroused once again when her arms went around his neck, and then pressed her body tightly against his while kissing him. Before he knew it she flipped over, and she was laying on top of him.“Is this your turn to have your way with me sis?” He asked as he squeezed her ass cheeks and arched his hips at the same time. Karin giggled a little at his words loving the way his hands felt on her and moaning when he arched his hips. "A little. Just relax and let me do all the work."with that Karin sank herself on him giving herself only a moment to adjust before moving up and down on him kissing his neck while skimming her hands along his chest. Theo knew that his sister wanted to please him, and now that he understood her perhaps even more so. She moaned softly when he squeezed her ass cheeks, and then told him to relax and he did. Knowing that what ever she did was pleasurable for both. He looked as she sank down on his hard cock, then moved around till she was fully impaled, and then began to move up and down on his hard cock. He had a great view of her engorged pussy lips as they hugged his shaft, and kissed him of the neck while her hands roamed softly on his chest." That feels wonderful baby don't rushed till you're ready." He told her. She smiled at his words. "Alright then" she was already comfortable with the pace she was at though so decided to go a bit faster lifting her body back up so she could look at him and see his reactions while she fucked him. "Good girl." He said looking up at his sister face and seen the lust in her eyes, the lust that he was feeling for her. A faint smile crossed his lips when she moved a little faster, and he met eyes when she looked down." My gorgeous beautiful sister, my one and only lover." He said arching his hips to meet hers on the down stroke, while reached up to squeeze both nipples while she fucked him. Karin smiled at his praise tilting her head back a little still looking at him moaning as he arched himself, and she pressed her breasts into his hands trying to think of what else she could do to pleasure him as he was pleasuring her. Karin moaned when her arched his hips into her, and pressed her breasts into his hands even more. He squeezed them even harder and pulls them towards him, and forced her to lean towards him. Take one nipple into his mouth and bite it while he squeezed the Oder harder." Does that please you my darling sister," he asked her, and before she could answer he slapped her ass cheek with his free hand. Karin gasped as she was forced to go forward reveling in the pleasure he was giving. When she heard him ask if she was enjoying this she smiled and got ready to answer, but before she could, he slapped her ask making her gasp closing her eyes. Pleasure from his biting her nipple and squeezing them harder showed in her face, bit wasn't too sure if slapping her ass cheeks was though. He knew that eventually he would learn what would please her and what didn't. Karin felt close to coming again and kissed him deeply plunging her tongue in his mouth and tasting him. Going up and down on his cock as fast as she could. He could always tell when Karin was close to fuming, and then she kissed him deeply, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back passionately and lest go of her nipples, and then placed his hand on her hips when she began to move up and down much faster. Furthermore, he used his hand to pull he down as he drove his hips harder into her with every stroke, while gripping her hips tight and his mails nearly digging into her flesh." Fuck me baby fuck your brother's cock and make him cum hard." He told her knowing that she would do everything he asked of her. She came with his words crying out and doing what he asked of her head tilted back. Karin came as she must've been very closed, and she rode him harder and faster and few seconds later he filled her pussy with his cum. That was great timing baby." He told her after catching his breath. Karin just nodded at his words eyes closed laying on top of him and nuzzled a bit before falling asleep with no warning smiling though. When Karin woke up she was on her side and stretched yawning a bit and blinked sitting up. The were still locked together when he realized Caring was asleep on top of him. He rolled over very slowly as no to wake her, then got up to shower leaving her sleeping on her side. He made some coffee while take the shower and afterward sat watching her sleeping, and at that moment she looked as beautiful as when she was much younger. Though he loved her then it was not the same love he felt for her now. When Karin sat up she saw her brother and smiled at him still just waking up. "Hi. I think I'm going to take a shower but I'm going to do so alone because I know if I go with you, I won't get anything done." with that she scurried to her own closet pulling out some black jeans that fit her snugly black panties and bra and snug black shirt and black socks. With that she scurried to the bathroom and showered and when she came out with her hair dried and brushed saw herself in the mirror. When she did, she blinked noticing that maybe people were right, and maybe she was beautiful. She just stared at herself blinking for a few minutes before going to look for her brother with a slightly dazed look at her new discovery and newfound questions since whenever she found something out a million questions popped into her head. Hi to you to Sis, he replied smiling. He listened to what she was saying than he nodded his head." Sure go right ahead baby and take your time he said grinning. I'll pass my time on my computer, seen that I haven't been for a while now. He knew she was right to take a shower on her own, both taking a shower together would wind up them fucking each other silly like always.“Hi gorgeous you look as beautiful as ever sis, no wonder I’m so crazy about you, and you also look very hot the way those jeans show off her great looking ass, not to mention how well that shirt shows off your beautiful breasts.” he told her.BTW sis. Why don’t think about a place that we could go after I shower? I want to go out and have some fun and show off my gorgeous girl, now that no one knows that we’re brother and sister. Karin smiled at his words just thinking how hot he looked. "Alright you got it."when she found him on his computer she hugged him from behind kissing his cheek and chuckled when he said he was gorgeous. "Sure I always like to go out with you, and it gives me time to ask questions, and thank you for your compliments. Now go take your shower." As he took his shower she got her regular black thick heels on and her black jacket as white would look at of place and sat down. She started reading some erotica on her phone while thinking of where to go thinking maybe somewhere casual. Theo didn’t need to be told again and scooted to go and take his shower, but unlike the females he didn’t take all that long.“I guess that why we’re crazy about each other, we both love the same things especially being together in bed or any other place. He replied over his shoulder grinning. Throughout the shower he couldn’t think about any other woman that caught his eyes as Karin did, and he couldn’t think about her without getting hard on. He was sure Karin felt the same as he could smell it on her often enough. He came back down after his shower wearing tan pants a black shirt with slip-on shoes, and caring a jacked in case it got a cool. He looked over her shoulders noticing it was an erotica site. Anything hot enough in there? He asked grinning. Karin gasped when she heard her brother behind her and swiveled around eyes instantly seeing he was aroused and thought back to the day they first kissed. "You knew, didn't you? When you apologized about that one kiss you knew I wasn't reading manga." “Yes baby, I knew it long before that even, but you were too young then, and I didn’t to spoil it for you. I wanted to wait till your 18th birthday as I was already I love with you, but I kept checking your phone to find out what you were reading. I even heard you a few time moaning and calling my names.” Theo was silent for a moment wondering if he should tell her all of it, and decided why not they were into each like bees to honey, her being the honey.“The reason I kissed you was because I was waiting for you to do or say something, and when you didn’t, I had to do something. Of course, you’re not doing half the things you were reading about. I remember reading where the sister nearly raped her brother she caught him masturbating.” Karin's mouth dropped open as she couldn't believe what her brother was telling her and blushed a deep red and ran to her room closing the door laying down on the bed suitor embarrassed and ashamed that she didn't think she could face him. After Theo told her everything he saw her face go a darker shade of pink and then ran to her room without saying a word. He thought for a moment not understanding then went after her. He found her laying down on her bed and walked over to her and sat on the edge of her bed." Karin you mind tell me what's wrong, and why did you run out to your room?" He asked her. " What did I say that upset you this much to run away?" Karin thought for a second about not answering but then decided she just would and pulled herself up. "It was to hide cause I'm so embarrassed about a lot of that stuff." Karin bit her lip still faced away from him. He saw Karin hesitate telling him why, but then she must've changed her mind." To hide because you were embarrassed? Sis why would you be embarrassed, I'm the only one that knows about it. You wanted to know more about a bother sister relation, that's nothing wrong with that. Good thing you did, look at us now. We love each other more than most not related couples." He moved closer to her and wraps his arms around her, then kissed her lips softly and knowing she would respond. He began to kiss her softly all over her face and then lower and lower. Karin listened to him smiling a little bit thinking he was right and calmed down responding when he kissed her but pushed him away a little. "Weren't we going to go out? At this rate we will wind up fucking each other." Karin smiled at him and got up going downstairs and waiting for him. He was right. Karin began to respond but just as soon she pulled away. Reminding him that they were going out to dinner. Cinse when you put food before fucking. I remember you couldn't get enough of my cock until you had 3or4 orgasms before you were ready to eat." He said chasing downstairs after her, and found her ready to walk out the door." I guess fucking before we go out is of the question is it?" He asked grinning. Karin laughed and blushed at her broths comments. "Since I got hungry." when he asked her his next question she smiled "well let me think. Hmmm." pauses. "No. Out of the question." Karin then grins and runs outwriting by the car grinning. Theo was teasing her, and knew it already that she would say no. He grinned when she ran out and waited by the car. He went out then locked the before he walked to the car and went to her side to open the door for her. It was no a normal thing fore him to do. She was always the first out and first in the car." What about if we save desert till we at back home?" He asked after he got on the road and drove in the direction of the restaurant. Karin was surprised when he opened the door but let him. She blushed at his words turning away. "I don't know. I might not even need dessert. He noticed her blush at the mention of desert but didn't say anything." Ohhh! I didn't know you eat desert because you need it. I thought both men and women ate it because the bot like it" he said grinning." I guess I'll ask the waitress if she is nice enough to pack it for me so that can take it home." Karin was trying to stay calm at the mention of the waitress but couldn't help her next words as she was a jealous person. "Im sure she would love to. Since you want her so much she can go home with you." Karin didn't like the words as they left her mouth, but it felt as if his last words had implied more. Sorry sis I forgot you don't like it when I tease you. I thought that by now you knew that you are the love of my life, as I'm sure I'm yours. If you haven't noticed, I don't even look another woman. You have no reason to be jealous, you know I was teasing you. "Sorry. I can't help it sometimes" Karin fell quiet then as she looked out the window opening her door and quickly closing it when they got to where they were going and walking to the front and waiting for her brother. Theo didn't know why he liked to tease Karin, but he never meant to hurt her or even to make her jealous. She was quiet for the of the drive to the restaurant, and when they arrived there she got out of the car and walked away to wait for him BT the door." You're not going to be mad at me for the rest time are you?" He asked smiling. Karin shook her head no but couldn't trust her mouth right now so kept it closed as they went inside, and the waitress led them to their seats. Karin still felt guilty of how she reacted, and it wasn't even her brothers fault. She decided she would make it up to him. "You know if you want I will make my getting jealous up to you. Only if you want though." Karin never did answer though she did nod her head, and that was unusual for her. Theo didn't think this was the time to continue as they were now in the restaurant. He was just as glad to drop the subject another. Apperently Karin was not through talking about it, and brought the subject back up." Look sis, my teasing you is not intended to make you jealous or anything, because I have no interest in anyone but you, and I must learn not to tease you. I also don't really know what you mean by that. "I just feel guilty of how I acted and if you want I will make up for it." Karin looked at him with an almost puppy dog look, hoping he wasn't mad at her. “Sis I would never do anything to make you feel jealous. And you don’t have to make it up to me because of it. I’m ok if you want to make it up to me because want to though.” He told her with a grin. She looked so sad though the way she looked at him, and he was sure she thought he was mad at her." Baby if you think I’m mad at you don’t, I’m not really mad at you and I wouldn’t be mad at you for being jealous.” "I actually do want to make it up to you. Just didn't know if you were okay with it." Karin blushed When she heard his words she smiled a bit. "That's good. I'm happy you aren't mad at me." "OK if you really was to make it up to me, then go right ahead I'm ok with it." He told her knowing that what ever she had to do for him, he was sure he would love it"Sis I'm never really mad at you even if I'm upset for some reason." Karin blushed and wondered what he would do when he found out what she had in mind to make it up for him. She had even saved one outfit for if this kind of occasion ever came up. "I hope you will like it." Karin smiled a bit. Karin smiled a little more at his next words but didn't know what to say back so just nodded a little smiling. She just hoped her surprise was good enough for him when she did it tomorrow. Theo had no idea what she had planned to surprise him with. He suspected if was something to do with sex, and he sure didn’t mind if that what it.“I guess we’ll both have to wait and see” he replied smiling at her. Karin looked pleased about something thing, and if she was pleased so was he. Karin was very excited but set it aside as the waitress came back. Karin let her brother say what he wanted first as she was still deciding between two things. Their conversation was cut short when the waitress come back to take their order. Theo new already what he wanted and looked at his sister.“You know what you want Karin,” he asked. Before you asked me, I’m having the roast lamb.” He told her. "Hamm the steak looks good but so does the lamb." Karin thought for another minute then just went with it. "I'll just have the same." She smiled brightly at the waitress and then as she walked away turned her attention back to her brother. "So. Do you have anything you want to talk about?" Theo was waiting for Karin to decide what to order, and then she diced on the lam. “I’ll just have the same she said to the waitress with a smile, and turned her attention to her brother.”No I have nothing in particular to talk about, but if you want to, you can tell me want you have in mind to talk about. I can see it in your eyes and your face is slightly flushed.” He said caressing her thigh under the table. He was sure she had something planned already. Karin blushed. Of course, he knew. She always had been an open book, all of her expressions playing out on her face. "I can't tell you. It's a surprise." Karin was having a bit of a hard time though keeping quiet with his hand on her thigh and quivered a little. " I was thinking about getting a job though. I could help with bills and stuff and take a little of the pressure off you." “I know that it is a surprise. You already said it was surprise and I believe you sis, but you can still tell me now instead of later. Theo could feel her leg shake slightly under his hand and wandered why, and after she told him about getting a job he let out a soft laughed.“Was that the big secret?” He asked smiling at her. Look Karin, if you want to get a job I won’t stop you. There is nothing wrong with working, but don’t look for a job to help with the bills. We don’t need the money sis, but if you want something to do, find something that you really love doing, and you can use that money on yourself. I don’t have any pressure on me sis we are actually well off I don’t need to work if I don’t want to, I just love what I do, and it pays me very well.” He told her. What he just told her was true though he didn’t tell her everything. He didn’t think this was the time or the place to tell her that, unless she happens to get pregnant then he would have to. "Okay." Karin was suspicious about that. She thought he might not be telling her everything but dropped the subject as the waitress brought the meals to them, and she started eating. Fter she replied with just an “Okay” he decided not to press her anymore. He figured she didn’t want to tell him, and the waitress just brought their dinner so he started eating after Karin start eating. Karin smiled after she finished. "That was good. Do you even have room for dessert now?" Karin giggled a little and then placed a little kiss on his cheek. "I certainly do." Karin grinned at him and slid her hand to his thigh just placing it there. He didn’t know what it was, but Karin’s mood was much better after she was done with dinner, she commented on the dinner and how good it was witched he would agree with.“I could be talked into depending on the desert,” he replied but her giggling and the kiss she gave him on the cheek gave him pause. “I certainly do,” she added placing his hand on his thigh like he had done before.”Do you want to have desert here or have it at home?” He asked grinning and placed his hand on hers and slide her hand much higher on his thigh. She grinned. "At home. It's always better that way." Karin shivered a little in excitement as he slid her hand higher up his thigh, and she licked her lips. "I know what you mean baby and I couldn't agree more." He said smiling when he saw her lick her lips, and to prove his point he moved her hand on his big bulge." I'm sure you can feel how ready I am to get back home for desert." Karin blushed deeply as he moved her hand and smiled a little. "Then let's go. I don't think I can't wait much longer." Like always when she felt naughty Karin blushed and Theo knew what she was thinking.“You can get a head start once we’re in the car, just don’t get to voracious with your hot mouth while I’m driving.” He said teasing her. Karin blushed feeling some arousal as an image popped into her head of sucking him, wondering if that is what he meant. "You tease, come on before I can't control myself and start here." She then got up wanting to get to the car, licking her lips again at the thought of what she could do. He laughed softly before he got up and both went out to the car. He was sure that what he said she could do once they got in car, the idea aroused her enough, and now she couldn’t wait to get out.“Was this fast enough for you sis.” He said on the way to the car and saw her licking her lips, and now he couldn’t wait to get in the car. Furthermore, he was hoping she would do what he hinted at, and that would be a first for Karin if she would really suck his cock the car. Karin was very aroused as they went to the car, but also nervous. She had never done anything this sexual outside the house and blushed. "Mmm. Almost." When she got in the car though she almost panicked because she was so nervous, and had a hard time with keeping herself calm. "I don't know how to start. Could you kind of guide this little situation?" Karin felt bad asking for help and hoped she would be able to please him with her mouth once she started.

Theo and Karin... Closed|rating:2.0

Why Won't You Call Me Mum_ (Celina and RoleplayMaster)

"I really hope they all did their homework today..." Celina said with a sigh as she looked up at the clock. 5 minutes until the bell would ring, and her class would inevitably start pouring in. Or most of them anyway, she tended to have a few... stragglers. "Maybe I should be a bit... harsher..." she said lowly to herself. Sure the kids loved her for her understanding and laid back attitude, but sometimes, she felt as if they stepped all over her. "Chris ALWAYS needs to go the bathroom at 8:15 AM. I mean... it just seems a bit convenient..." Still, she wasn't the type to openly criticize people, and as the bell rang, the door flew open and students poured in. Among them, she noted the face of her step-son, and she smiled brightly, particularly at him. Hopefully he had done his homework too. Curtis had definitely brought something into her life for sure, a feeling to needing to be a mother. Okay so... maybe they weren't related by blood so she shouldn't have as strong feelings, but she couldn't stand being part of this boy's family now and not being able to be the maternal figure he needed. Though perhaps in his own thoughts, she was the 'motherly figure' he deserved... Curtis entered the classroom, silent and doing his best to ignore his mother. Well, step-mother. He'd never consider her his real mum. His real mum had passed away a few years prior, and despite his father promising that she would never be replaced, here was his teacher, living in his home. And of all people, did it seriously have to be his teacher? Now, everywhere he went, he was faced with the teasing that occurred with a teacher as your parent. Those that didn't mock him, talked about how hot she was. Which gave him very conflicting feelings. Bloodshot, and admittedly he had had a few thoughts of his own about her, before she had been intimate with his father. But while the sounds of them fucking a few rooms over should have eliminated his feelings for her, it instead only fuelled the lust and jealousy he felt. He had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts, he barely registered sitting in his desk. He was a fairly quiet student, averaging good grades - usually BS or As. But since her relationship with his father, it had turned into Cs and BS. He stared at his phone as he waited for class to start, clearly not as involved with education as he once was. Their relationship was... a bit strenuous to say the least. She had tried, time and time again, to be nice, to be a mother, and to be his friend. But she couldn't understand why none of those seemed to work... it was almost as if he was pushing her away every time she tried to do so. Not that she had any clue for his true feelings and what her relationship with her new husband was doing to him. In fact, that bright wedding band on her ring finger was probably an even worse reminder of what he had to deal with." Alright, everyone settle down," she said politely as the bell rang again a couple of minutes later, indicating the start of class. "Please take out your homework and pass it up to the front of the class." She pointed to the whiteboard, where she had already written an assignment. "While I look over it, please do problems 1-10 and page 106 of your textbooks." Probably another factor was the way she dressed. It wasn't provocative in its own right, though the tight white button up blouse and short black skirt certainly did wonders when fitted unto her curvy body. One of the youngest teachers in the school, and the nicest to boot, it wasn't uncommon for her to receive stares of course, but she just passed them over as she tried to focus on the task at hand. In particularly, she looked at Curtis, expectantly looking forward to seeing his math homework. Curtis sighed as he read through the various pages on Facebook, finding a particularly amusing story before one of the students nudged him. Looking up, he realized what was going on and handed his homework to the student in front of him. Once Celina had found his work, she'd find it full of mistakes. Some simple, some not. Clearly a lack of effort, and it had been performed in pen - a 'non' when it came to Math work. With nothing crossed out, it seemed Curtis did all his work on the first try, not caring if he made mistakes. Eventually, he pulled his textbook out and began to work, at least from Celina's seated position. But the way his face was lit in a light blue hue, it was clear that he was still looking at his phone despite having his pencil in hand. "Thank you, Misty," she said to the last student with homework as she collected them from each student in the front row. At the same time, the students started to take out their books and get to the problems on the board while she sat down at her desk and started to go through them. While the majority of the class actually had their homework, a few students did not, the usual. Sighing deeply, she'd need to call their parents later, as this behavior was really unacceptable, and she'd already talked them nicely about it. When it came to the work involved, most of the students at least tried, though not all of them succeeded. Still, the effort put in made her happy, and she kept up her tune until Curtis' homework. "Hm..." Her eyes darted all over his paper, and the look on her face was one of discontent. Pen was just... not supposed to be used in this class! Not to mention his quick 'work' had clearly no effort put in... Even worse, this was grounds for calling a parent, as he clearly didn't put in any effort ever. Though... in this case... she was the parent... and her face grew red with embarrassment at the thought of it. She needed to have a very strict talk with him. As strict as she could muster up, anyway." Mrs. Teller, Curtis is on his phone again," one girl called out, a particularly nerdy one who took it upon herself to always be snitching on everyone. The typical teacher's pet. At this, Celina raised her view and focused in on Curtis. Curtis looked up when he heard his name, breathing out hard through his nose at the frustration of being called out. Pressing the button which would open another window, one he had preloaded before class started, he simply showed that the screen had a calculator on it. "I thought calculators were alright?" He asked obliviously, wondering if his lie would work. If it didn't, he didn't really care if he was honest. The sooner he was out of Mrs Teller's presence, the better." Fine, I'll turn it off." He said a moment later, turning it off and putting the phone in his pocket. Giving the nerdy girl the middle finger, Curtis returned to his studies, reluctantly doing his work finally in the classroom. He sat near the back, which normally was the best spot to skip out on doing much work. But one of the other students took it upon herself to be the class sheriff, making her extremely disliked." Fucking bitch." He mumbled under his breath Celina gazed at him as he seemed genuine, but she'd seen that look before. As nice as she was, she wasn't stupid. It was more that she didn't tend to go out on the kids that did things like this, considering her 'nice' reputation. Frankly, she didn't approve of the girl policing her class, despite all the other teachers loving her. "Thank you, Curtis," she said, nodding to him as he put his phone away. He already had enough problems as it was, so she didn't feel like calling him out on it. Course, that also lead to a few mutters about 'that's fair...' After all, being her stepson, the kids misconstrued it as him being her favorite, never mind the fact that she didn't play favorites in the least and let them slide with as much as he did. Course, the girl was all proud of herself having gotten him 'caught' and she went back to her work, though kept throwing her usual vigilant eye about the class. At least she didn't have super hearing. Finally, after ten minutes, she had finished going over the homework and grading them. "Alright class, you have five more minutes for the problems," she called out, even though half the class had already finished. Smirking to himself as his step-mother thanked him, Curtis returned to his 'work'. Doodling random pictures in his textbook, occasionally answering things on the problems that the teacher had asked them to do. He was coasting through school, and wouldn't even mind if he got a D sometimes. Every failure in this class, felt like a failure for Celina's teaching, which was a win in Curtis' book. When she called out that there was only five more minutes left, Curtis began to look around the room, wondering how everyone else was going. Some seemed to be hard at work still, others were doodling like he had, and some were staring straight ahead at the teacher. He wondered why for a moment, before noticing one of the buttons on her shirt looked close to popping off. It was a curious sight indeed, and he couldn't help but watch too curious if it would actually burst. For her part, Celina had no idea the middle button of her blouse, over her chest, was just about to snap. It could've been from the other day, when she had asked Curtis to do the laundry, and the blouse had gotten caught for a moment. Still, it likely hadn't seemed like such a big deal at the time, particularly if he didn't care. Not that she had any of her underwear in there, she still did her own laundry in that regard, as if she didn't trust him with it or something. Feeling a slight cramp, she leaned back a bit and stretched her arms out, her blouse tugging against her hefty breasts, to the point that the button couldn't hold anymore. It snapped right off, bouncing off her desk and rolling over between on of the girls in the front row's feet. As a result, as she sat back into place, her shirt lay semi open, as if a window to her deep cleavage had just formed. And they could also see part of the white lacy trim of her bra prodding over the edges as well. "One minute," she announced. His eyes widened slightly as the button burst, he cocks hardening at the sight. The hint of her bra showing beneath her blouse, her cleavage begging to be released. It was yet another inadvertent tease from his step-mother, something he found quite annoying, yet hot. He wished he was not her step-son, being yet another random student serving on the hot teacher. Why'd she have to marry dad?! While this wasn't something Curtis had done, at least, if it was, it wasn't intentional, it did give him an idea. A way to possibly embarrass her, or at least entertain him. He often did the laundry at home, especially when his parents were out doing couple things. So it wouldn't be hard to do things to her clothing, that she wouldn't notice. Smiling to himself, he answered one more question incorrectly, before it was time to stop. The looks some of the students were giving her were certainly... interesting... Celina blinked at them, as if she had something on her face. She tried to subtly rub her face with her fingers, but didn't find anything. Course, at some of the distances, it was difficult to know where they were looking, and she had no reason to suspect a wardrobe malfunction. As a result, she figured it was just something to do with their math problems or whatever. "Alright, time's up! Hopefully you got all the answers in!" Standing up, the peach of her skin was even more obvious contrasted against the opening of her blouse, and as she stood up, the slight bounce of her breasts was more than readily available to be seen, while it had tended to be hidden within her top. "Let's go over the problems one by one. Now, can I have a volunteer for question 1?" she asked as she turned around and start to write it out on the whiteboard, presenting her rounded posterior bound tightly within her short black pencil skirt. Despite this, there was a severe lack of pantyliner available, possibly a hint that she wore pantyhose over them, though the boys could probably imagine their own scenarios. Curtis, of course, was not going to volunteer for any questions. He was too busy watching his step-mother as she moved around the class. A few of the ballsier students were taking photos of the teacher, claiming to be taking notes by photographing the whiteboard. Smart. Noticing that the excuse worked, Curtis did the same, waiting until she was facing the class before zooming in on her cleavage to take the photo. As several students had already taken photos, it was not too noteworthy that he was too. The nerdy girl that had outed Curtis' phone use earlier, offered up her answer for the question on the board. It was a simple question, but had a trick to it if you weren't careful. 15 + 15 x 3. "Ninety, Mrs Teller." The girl called out. Curtis couldn't help but snigger. "It's sixty. You time the 3 by the 15 first, then you add the other fifteen. The nerdy girl stared at the problem for a moment, crestfallen when she discovered her mistake. Curtis laughed again, as she couldn't tell him off for being wrong. Peering over her shoulder, she noted the phones, though oddly, it seemed only several of the boys were doing it. "Uh..." she started to say as she turned back, staring hard at each one. At least until they offered the same excuse, to which she couldn't exactly say no. Besides, Curtis was also doing so.... maybe it actually would work. Any other teacher would give them flak for their bullshit, but she was far too nice not to allow these millennials to do things their way. Still, she subtly tugged at the back of her skirt, fearing that it had slipped up or something, since they had taken out their phones while she was turned around. While she had been on the right path... her logic backfired, and she instead continued to face the class as she stepped aside to let them resolve it, giving them all the time they needed to archive this once in a lifetime session. The interactions in the back of the class made her frown, first because the overconfident girl messed up, and then because Curtis called her out and was right for once. Even though he never called out for any answer. "Yes, that's correct," she said, probably fearing Curtis would start gloating. Maybe she should move one of their seats. "Okay, next question." Most of the class time would be spent going through the questions. Thankfully, the rest of the class was uneventful, the male students and even one or two females grabbing some material for their respective wank banks. Hearing the bell for sometime, Curtis stayed in his desk and waited for the students to file out, and then for his mother to finish packing, before step-mother and son drove home. "God she's annoying." Curtis commented once on the drive home, talking about the nerdy girl that told him off. "Never bloody minds her own business."" Did you want me to do the washing when I get home?" He asked after a bit of silence, with a tone of reluctance in his voice. He never liked doing chores, so sounding eager to do them would have been suspicious. No one had the decency to inform her of her problem, and as the class up and left, they left her to her devices. A long, drawn out sigh came from her as class was finally over. It had been somewhat painful, but they did get through it. Even as they went through the halls, no one said anything, everyone just stared, students and teachers alike. Luckily for them, none of the harsh old grandmas came around, who surely would've called her a harlot, as a way of letting her know. So even as they sat in the car as they went home, her blouse remained open, drawing dangerous attention from passing drivers. One guy in a fancy Porsche even had to serve to avoid a slowed down car as he stared at her from his view. "So irresponsible..." she groaned about him, but alas, what was there to do. As Curtis brought up the girl, she did agree but didn't say so. "If you're having problems with her, I can switch your seats," she said. Celina was already planning to do it but... she felt like she at least had to tell them first. Though as she stopped at a red light, her ears perked up as she heard what he said. Though the very first thing that hit her was it was certainly an odd request, considering he had been so hesitant to do the laundry in the past, she remembered he actually answered a question in class, so... in her mind, she positively thought that maybe he was starting to turn around. A bright smile formed on her face as she nodded. "Sure, that would be so helpful, Curtis! I really appreciate it!" Perhaps she was more gullible than he had thought. "Yeah, that would be good. Put her up the front and leave me where I am." Curtis suggested enthusiastically, hoping that her need to please him would drag the annoying girl away from her favorite spot. He hadn't asked her to do it, so the fact that she offered was definitely a good sign. "Dad working late again?" he asked her, never being able to keep up with his schedule. He had many late nights working, which meant that it was just him and Celina most nights. It was frustrating, having the teacher he had a bit of a crush on, as the only other person in the house. Not to mention that the few days Dad was home early, the two would be in their room fucking like rabbits. Once the two got home, Curtis asked his mother to gather her laundry if she hadn't already. Once or twice, she had noticed her panties go missing, but with the missing sock or two too, that eventually he'd let get found in the machine, he made sure it was 'only a matter of time before they reappeared somewhere.' While he waited for her to do her laundry, Curtis gathered his own, as well as one pair of panties he had managed to ruin with his own semen. Absolutely drenched them in cum the night before. Hiding them under a shirt, the boy carried it to the laundry room and waited for Celina to bring hers. "I'll see what I can do," Celina said with a nod. So in all likelihood, it meant yes, as long as that nerdy bitch didn't put up a fight. He knew she didn't like to fight, just about anything. Hell, if his dad hadn't stepped in, he likely wouldn't have done the laundry either. At least... not until now. "I'm afraid he is, Curtis," she confirmed with another nod of her head as they neared home, "He works very hard to support us, you should know." While her salary was fine, it wasn't enough to live off of in this nice town. At least, not the extent they did. Getting home, she went to fetch her laundry and though she typically separated out her underwear from her clothing, she figured that if he was willing to do it, it wasn't so bad. After all, if she had been his real mother, he would've been doing it anyway. Still, she felt a bit embarrassed about it, particularly as she liked to wear white lacy panties with a few cute designs here and there, so she did her best to mix them up so it wouldn't be so obvious. Bringing them to him, she placed her bundle in a basket for him. "Alright I'll get started on dinner, I'm really thankful, Curtis!" she said with a smile, believing they were finally turning a page. With that, she turned and headed downstairs to the kitchen, leaving him behind and alone. "No problem, Miss Teller." He smiled, taking the basket from her and watching as she left the area. Shutting the door behind him, Curtis went to work. The basket she handed him had most of her school shirts and skirts, her bras, and a couple of panties. Smiling to himself, his thumb ran across the material of one pair, enjoying the softness, and the slight dampness too. Slipping it into his pocket, he found the cum-stained panties and left them to the side. They were damp, but with no visible markings to show they had been messed with. The boy chucked the rest of her laundry into the washing machine, ensuring to adjust the settings as Google suggestednotto do, to make sure the clothing inside shrunk a bit in the wash. It wouldn't go to child-like sizes, but it would be enough for more buttons to burst, or a bit more skin to show. Or anything in that sense. With her bras shrinking too, she may begin to believe her breasts are growing too! Once her clothing was finished, he laid out the ruined panties on top, remembering how she had complained that her favorite pair went missing. They wouldn't be damp for much longer, but still damp enough for if she wore them tomorrow. And with how they were so soft and 'cute', he wouldn't be surprised if she chose to wear them tomorrow even if they were slightly wet. Going out to the living room, Curtis laid out all the clothes to dry off, and then returned to the laundry, fixed the washing machine settings, and did his own load of clothing. The whole time the dastardly situation arose upstairs, Celina unsuspectingly worked on making dinner. And by making dinner, she meant taking a prepackaged lasagna and putting it in the oven. She'd never been much of a good cook at all... and the last time she tried to cook something, they ended up going to a fast food joint to get rid of the horrid taste. Still, she was proud of putting out anything with any flavor, even if it wasn't homemade. As the lasagna baked, she turned her head and noticed Curtis laying out the clothing in the next room over. Celina couldn't help but smile proudly, only seeing a helpful stepson finally starting to grow a liking to her. "Very good job!" she called over to him, her smile never fading. Course, she also didn't know what he had done, and the blissfully oblivious woman went about preparing plates and forks for dinner. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!" she called additionally. Even still, her blouse laid open. She really wasn't going to find out until she decided to strip or take a shower, it seemed. Thanking her for the praise, Curtis gave a nod, laying out his own clothing too. "I'll go jump in the shower real quick, and I'll be out by the time dinner's ready." Curtis told her. Pausing as he walked past her, he had an idea. As she prepared some veggies, Curtis walked up behind her, getting on his toes and reaching into the cupboard above her. His body pressed against hers, a noticeable lump running against the center of her body. "Don't forget the salt and pepper." He warned, taking the two shakers, his cock rubbing against her ass on the way down too, and placing them onto the kitchen table. He left without another word, but once in his room, he was in shock that that had just worked. His cock was rock hard, aroused beyond belief about what he'd just done. Stripping down, Curtis went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Now, it was tempting to jerk off, release the tension he felt right now. But he didn't have his phone with him for those beautiful photos he took in class. But he had another idea instead. So when Celina called him out for dinner, she would find her step-son walk out, still wet from the shower wearing nothing but a towel. His groin area had a lump where his cock was, a noticeable outline for his erection. "Thank you." He smiled happily, sitting down and beginning to eat as if nothing was wrong. Well, at least vegetables were something she could do! It was hard to mess up just cutting them up, it was simple math, of course! Though she definitely tended to get a little too anal about it and needed precise cuts, as well as long wind-ups for insurance. They would take more than 10 minutes for sure, and so focused she was on them, practically bent over the cutting board and, by extension, the countertop, that she barely noticed him approaching, particularly with that expression of his. It wasn't until she felt him prodding up against her that her eyes widened. What was that feeling against her butt? She heard his voice but couldn't place what that stiffness was. "Oh right..." she said lowly, feeling a further prodding as he moved down and away. A slight glimmer of confusion ran down her body as she inquisitively peered toward him, only to see him already gone. "What... was that..." she muttered lowly to herself, now not able to take her mind off of it. At least, until the oven blared in her ears. "ACK, alright, I'm coming!" she cried out, leaving everything behind to get the lasagna out before it burned. So as a result, she went back to chopping the vegetables by the time he came downstairs, the casserole already ready to serve himself. Hearing him, she looked over to him to welcome him. But her words caught in her throat as she noticed that bulge under his towel. Not to mention it was very odd for her to see him this way. A noticeable blush formed over her face, and another low stare made her realised what had rubbed against her. "O-of course..." she uttered in dismay as she quickly patted out of the kitchen and started to absent-mindedly start folding the laid out clothes, which were dry by now. He watched Mrs Teller as she left the room, face flushed, and it makes the boy smile to himself. He hated the relationship his dad had entered into, so ruining it would be a dream. How he did it, he was unsure of right now, but he had a few ideas for sure. Diving into the food, it was... decent. About as much as he could expect, if he was honest. But it wasn't that bad. Once he finished, he went to his room, one that thankfully had a lock on it, and finally jerked off. With how much he had been on edge, it didn't take long, and soon he had ruined yet another set of her panties, the ones he had stolen from her laundry basket. Finding her in the living room watching television, Curtis quickly snuck into her room, folding her panties and leaving these on top of her pile, ready for tomorrow. Returning to the living room, Curtis approached her and sat beside her, perhaps slightly too close. "So what's the plan for tonight?" He asked, wondering how much he could put her off, or turn her on. Leaving him to eat by himself, Celina sulked in the living room, wanting to avoid him for now, hoping that IT would go down by itself. She was a teacher, after all, and she had also been through that phase. She understood hormones perfectly but... she couldn't exactly say she was ready to see her stepson, the boy who she wished was her own, like this. Especially in front of her. Of course, she'd heard him in his room, it wasn't hard to hear moans when passing by. But that was a normal thing, in her book, and healthy for sure. Particularly if he didn't have a girlfriend. Which reminded her of something she wanted to talk about with him. As a result, she waited it out for him to go upstairs before taking her lasagna to the couch to each it while watching a lifetime movie. And that's where he found her, still with a bit of the food on her plate. His question ambushed her, and she wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "Hm?" The movie she was watching was, oddly enough, about a boy obsessed with his mother, in a VERY creepy way. "Oh did we have plans tonight?" she asked, scratching her head. When there were no plans, she typically just left him in his room, to do whatever he wanted. She hoped it was homework but... At that point, the screen flashed with the boy pouring sleeping pills into his mother's drink, his face distorted into an extremely creepy expression. Though his talking had distracted her and she missed that part. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something..." Curtis glanced at the movie his mother had chosen to watch. It was a very... interesting film choice for her, to say the least. Watching it for a few moments, he heard her say that she needed to talk to him about something. Sighing, he had a feeling that whatever this was would be either annoying, embarrassing, or both. "Fine, sure." He said, grabbing the remote and muting the TV. "What's up?" he asked curiously, his eyes flicking down to her exposed cleavage for a brief moment. She had her own sigh to take, which should've been very odd as they didn't really discuss all too much. Biting her lip, she started, "Curtis... I've really tried to be your mother since your father and I got together. I know we haven't been on the best terms but... Furthermore, I really feel like I can trust you now. Furthermore, I feel like there's a bond we're starting to develop." She looked at him just after he had glanced down at her chest. "I think it's about time we talk about girls. I know this may be embarrassing but... I think you're old enough." Celina analyzed him, searching in his eyes for a response. She hoped he would at least be open to talking about it. "I know you don't have a girlfriend. Maybe I can help you find one?" Embarrassing. Right. Got it. "Mrs Teller, we don't need to talk about this." he groaned as she began to talk about needing to talk about girls. He assumed that this would be some sort of birds and the bees talk. But then she offered to help him find a girlfriend, which was even weirder. He never called her mum, or Celina. Always Mrs Teller. A sign that while she may have felt a bond coming, there was still some progress to be made." I think that's a little odd, don't you? My step-mother trying to help me hook up with women?" He asked her, his cheeks slightly red. Admittedly, he did think about girls a lot. Both those age, and those a bit older. But all he could think about right now, was his mother's two large breasts, and slipping his cock in between them! So yeah, it had become awkward... though she sort of regretted it now, she had already gone with it. He could see her shift a bit uncomfortably at the continued lack of familiarity with her. She'd already told him several times he COULD call her mum, mom, mother, Celina, etc. Anything that would hint he had some inkling of want for her to be related to him. But she wasn't the pushy type, so she wasn't going to go out on him for his continued defiance. On the other hand, she hadn't thought about it. She didn't know if mothers did that, though she did wish her own mother did. "Well I mean..." Celina said awkwardly as she scratched her head. "I just think you should find someone, the sooner, the better. You don't want to end up like..." She didn't finish her sentence as she realised she was talking about herself. After all... she was 28 now and only then did she find love. "I just don't want you to go through life and not have any support from someone close to you." He mentally finished the sentence in his mind. You don't want to end up like Celina. She looked uncomfortable, which was where he wanted her. He wanted her to feel like he was always in control of their relationship. That she was trying to please him, not the other way around." I mean... I guess. But I don't see what you are expecting to help with anyway." he said, not outright saying no, more curious as to what her idea would be. Even if it didn't work, he could manipulate her somehow... "What, do you want to go out clubbing, be a wing woman, and so on? Set me up on a blind date with one of your friends' daughters?" he asked, laughing at the idea. His suggestion further embarrassed her, and he could see it quite clearly as she shifted uncomfortably in place. "W-what... Naidoo..." she said with an exasperated sigh. She'd been clubbing a few times earlier in her life but... she didn't like to talk about those times, for very personal reasons. "Obviously not, those places are no good. Just scoundrels..." There she was, talking about herself again." I'm sure we can find someone in school that's your type. You've tried looking for one, right?" she asked, ever nosier about it. "That uh... a bit personal." He blushed lightly, as she asked about if he had tried looking for one. "But um... what are you expecting to do? Go up to someone and say'Hey. You should date my step-son'? No, I don't think that'd be appropriate." He laughed, still trying to make her uncomfortable. He was unsure what else to say or do. His stepmother offering to help him date was weird enough as it was, without having to try and converse with her about it. Eventually, she just puffed up her cheeks like an immature girl and sat there sullenly. "I guess so..." she murmured, frustrated that he didn't have any faith in her. Course that sounded kind of stupid but... maybe it could work? Though... could she even muster the will to do it? She wasn't exactly the strongest person mentally, and she hadn't ever pursued anyone. Hell, his father was the one that came unto her, or she'd still be single." Maybe you're right..." The whole conversation had drained her, and she didn't feel like doing the dishes. Instead, she yawned and shook her head. "Ming... I think I'll turn in early tonight." It wasn't like she was going to get any action tonight anyway, her husband would go straight to sleep after coming home so late. As a result, she got up and went to make herself a tea, leaving it to heat up while she went to the bathroom. While Celina went to the bathroom, the film silently playing in the background gave him an idea. He didn't know how truthful the film would be to real events, but he would soon find out. Searching through the cupboards, he soon found a bunch of sleeping pills, ones initially meant for his dad after having some insomnia. But he had slowly recovered, and no longer needed the pills. It had been a few months since he last needed some, so he doubted his father would notice them missing. The film had used two pills, but Curtis decided on three for good measure. Crushing up the contents, Curtis dropped the powdered drugs into the tea and stirred, allowing the contents to mix in completely. Hearing his mother begin to return from the bathroom, he grabbed an apple juice from the fridge and sat down at the table, giving him an excuse for why he was in here. Celina finished washing up and returned to her tea, where it sat in the microwave. "I'm sorry about that, I just wanted to help," she mentioned to him as she added milk and sugar, which would delete any taste of the pills, if ever there was any. The look on her face didn't show she realised it either, so it went unnoticed. As she took up her mug and started to drink it slowly, it would eventually start to course through her body. But for now, she was mostly awake, just tired from the day's events." I hope you don't hate me for that..." she added, blowing a bit on her hot tea before taking another series of sips. "No, no, of course I don't hate you for that." He said quickly. He hated her for entering his life as his step-mother, rather than a girl that he could fuck in his own time... well, at least her role in his life actually would allow him that luxury, even if it was a bit more messed up than he'd like. "I understand you're trying to help, it's just a bit... weird." he explained. "Just drink up and head to bed, I'd rather not talk about that subject anymore." He requested of her, slightly impatient that the pills didn't seem to have a major effect yet. The first part, she understood, but the part after that... it saddened her, and it was obvious on her features. "Right... I think that's best..." she said lowly, blowing it once more before gulping down the tea even faster than before. He certainly put her on the off-foot, and she clearly wanted to get out of his hair as quickly as she could. "Well, good night..." she said, taking a step toward him as she had tried multiple times before, wanting to give him a good night kiss to the forehead. But the situation had doomed that in her eyes so instead, she nodded before turning and heading off to bed. Though, as he could see, her steps were rather lazy and as she reached the stairs, she stalled for a moment. "Mignon..." she groaned, her head bobbing slowly as if she was disorientated. Slowly, one step at a time and gripping the railing as best she could, she started upward. Curtis noticed the sadness in her eyes, and knew that a distant plan in his mind might have become either easier or harder. At the moment, he wasn't quite so sure. But for his current plan, it seemed to be coming into effect. Watching Celina lazily climb up the stairs, Curtis waited a few moments before following her, waiting to see what happened. Somehow, she reached the top of the stairs, but the stepmother was far from safe. "Current..." she groaned, audibly now, and her eyes could barely stay open. Her feet felt so heavy, and her shoes just feel off her as she walked along. She didn't even realise her shirt was still open, but the fact that she felt about to pass out overtook any other concern. It took her awhile, but she finally made it to her room, and the moment her knee touched the bed, she collapsed unto it, face first, her ass sticking up in the air. Even from the corridor, he could hear her loud breathing and slight snoring as she was knocked out cold. Curtis couldn't help but burst out laughing as he watched her collapse onto the bed. And with her ass sticking up in the air, he could feel his cock hardening. Approaching the room, he knocked on the door frame loudly. "Mum!" he yelled at her, to see if she had any response. But finding none, he approached her fallen body. Gently, a hand ran along her body, from ankle to shoulder, admiring every little curve. It was a gentle touch, with only minor groping for now. But he would of course have a good time. Once confirming that she was out cold, Curtis knelt down and placed his face between her ass cheeks, kissing and smelling her scent. Smirking, he wanted her dripping wet by the time he left. Standing up once more, he looked around the room, all the cupboards and drawers, wondering where her sex toys were - and what they were. As she lay there, Celina remained clothed in her teaching outfit, and he could finally feel it up close and on her. The mesh material of her pantyhose was certainly unique, as he hadn't ever washed them and likely hadn't touched them either. On the other hand, it didn't prevent him from feeling the curves and soft flesh beneath it, just distorting his touch. The further he went, the further her curves expanded as he reached her ass, where her skirt still sat tautly against her booty. Further up still, the curve sharply went inward where her thinner waist lay, the hourglass he was used to seeing finally tracing under his fingers. And further along, her curvature started back out as he reached her shoulder, the now somewhat disheveled fabric of her blouse somewhat tugged out of her skirt and able to be pushed and pulled and wrinkled. As he brought himself down, he could see straight up her skirt, where the darkened white cotton with lace taunted him so, its more sheer cut than brief panties certainly a welcoming sight. And her scent was strong, brought about by a long day of hard work. A search of her furniture turned up little, other than some clothing and underwear. Of course, he also found his father's items as well, as they shared the same dresser. In the closet, though, deep in the back, he found a nice little velvet package that appeared to be somewhat dusty. A quick opening of it would reveal an average looking pink dildo, all fresh and clean, looking as if it hadn't been used in some time. Though it wasn't the only goodie. Looking more, he saw a somewhat less appealing box on his father's side of the closet, that seemed that have been left carelessly behind. Inside, he found what appeared to be unused items, a small white vibrator and a pair of metallic handcuffs. Why they weren't used... he couldn't be sure. Looking through the various toys, Curtis eventually picked out the vibrator. The handcuffs would stay in his mind for another day though. Running downstairs, he found some duct tape and returned to his sleeping victim. The vibrator was pushed right against her clit, then taped so it didn't move, before finally turned on to its highest setting. Letting the sleeping girl moan, the boy moved to her upper half, unbuttoning the blouse and removing her bra. His cock was rock hard at this point, staring down at the naked breasts that taunted him so. His member slapped her flesh, enjoying how they jiggled at every movement. His fingers deftly pinched, pulled and groped at each boob, making her nipples stiffen quickly. And as her mouth hung open, he couldn't resist slipping his cock in, revealing at the warm wet feeling. "Holy shit." He whispered. Celina's heavy yet rhythmic breathing continued unabated her snoring a good sign that he wouldn't be getting caught any time soon. Even through her panties, the vibrator started to really flex its motor, and the loud buzzing sound it emitted he could easily hear from where he stood. "Uhh..." she groaned in her sleep as her body wiggled slightly. Her heavy eyelids remained unmoving, even as he came up and started to tug off the clothing of her upper body. As he unveiled her luscious mounds, he had the dream that, so many boys lusted for. Celina's dang near prefect breasts were somewhat flattened a bit by gravity, but they still retained their impressive shapes rather nicely. And, of course, the feeling of the thick, malleable mounds against his dick was definitely extraordinary. With her bright pink nipples erecting themselves on the spot, and her low, lustful moans growing ever more, her lips had parted to the point that he could easily fit inside. The feeling his inserted meat detected within was certainly a new thing for him. Nothing like masturbating, her mouth was hot, tight around him, and wet. He could already feel himself sliding about her tongue as it seemed to move around by itself, pleasure the underside. He watched her squirm and moan under the vibrator's influence, smiling at the music sounds she made. As a hand lightly played with her breast, he had not expected the amount of pleasure her warm, wet mouth provided. Suddenly, he felt the sensation of an oncoming orgasm. Pulling back, his cum shot along her face, one rope of cum hitting her gag reflex purely by accident. Swearing under his breath, he had wished the moment lasted longer. Entering her mouth once again, the teacher cleaned him in her sleep, before he pulled back once more. Grabbing some tissues, the boy gently wiped his semen away, the smell lingering despite cleaning her. Gently, he cooed his name in her ear, continuing to play with her breasts as she felt the vibrations across her body. He wanted her to think of him in her sleep, her only thoughts being Curtis, and her orgasms. Waiting until she undoubtedly orgasmed, Curtis finally pulled the vibrator away, cleaning up any other mess he made. Her pussy was soaking wet when he returned. Gently, he pulled Celina up the bed, so her face was at least in the pillows, even if her body was on top of the sheets. Before he left, he fixed her clothes and grabbed one of her hands, pushing it beneath her skirt and slipping two of her fingers between her legs. Smiling to himself, Curtis finally left, going to his own room and going to sleep soon after. Despite being all the way up inside her mouth, he could actually feel the vibrations all the way from where they rattled her clit, as if they carried throughout her body and came to encompass his dick as well. Though her tongue did in fact move about somewhat on its own, pleasuring him in unconscious accord, it wasn't anything particularly potent, and it was more his imagination and lust that had him going rather than licking him on her part. Still, her body was warm, and he could feel the erecting nipple under his palm as he toyed with her breast. In her sleep, she was certainly becoming aroused. The sudden blast of hot spunk across her face slapped over her nose, some of it even prodding a bit up her nostril, as well as splatting over her fallen eyelid and even some on her hair. At the same time, the jolt that went inside her open mouth hit the back of her throat, and she coughed it up, her body still able to maintain its reflex. His dirty cock could rest easy, leaving the residual spunk to gargle itself upon her tongue as she slept, and even cleaned up, a slight shiny trail remained, though so subtle she would've had to know exactly what it was that happened to her. Something she wouldn't have. More and more, her body seemed to heat up, and it moved slightly here and there. The drug made sure to keep her down, so it wasn't whole evident that she came, at least until he noticed the way her pussy seemed to spasm and contract. Celina lay there afterward, once he was satisfied of the position in which he left her, and would sleep out the rest of the night, vaguely dreaming about Curtis and, for some reason, being aroused.

Why Won't You Call Me Mum_ (Celina and RoleplayMaster)|rating:2.0

Tender Loving Care [Aragem & Haibane]

TENDER LOVING CARPENTRY MIDDLETON(had been a pretty hectic morning what with one thing and another. There had been a nasty six car crash on the main road two miles from the hospital in this morning's rush hour when some jerk late for work had run a red light; we had two nurses and Doctor Salmon off sick with that damn flu bug and to top it all the owners of Evan MacKenzie Medical Centre had chosen today to do a flying surveillance visit. I know they own the place, but they don't need to watch over our shoulders while we make money for them. Their stately rounds of the wards and number two theater required Doctor Jameson and Doctor Bentley to escort them, so several nurses had been last-minute shifted in their rotas to cover their patients. That left me so short-handed in nurses that I had done the rounds this morning, dispensing drugs and offering advice and suggestions. I run the Templeton-Ostler Ward which is a female ward and treats non-critical cases, usually we have people in here awaiting ops or in post op recovery and observation. It is not a geriatric ward so we get young women up to middle age which makes it nice. Many are not too doped up, and I get some pleasant conversation and meet some lovely people. Like all the wards at the very modern EMMC, Templeton-Ostler is designed around a bunch of grapes plan. The main service corridor is the stem with the lifts at the base and the nurses station next to it, various doctors officers, staff and consulting rooms cluster around that, and then further out are several branches or sub-clusters of semi-private rooms, four beds to a room each with its own small quiet sitting area, bathroom and toilet. In Andrew Morris wing there were four subwards, A through D, sixteen beds and in room B was Tessa Lynn. She was due a general check up and progress report and since all my nurses were away elsewhere I took on the duty.(walked into Room B, my rather unorthodox high heels clicking on the plastic tiled floor and smiling went up to Tessa's bed. ("Good afternoon, Tessa. I'm Doctor Middleton, you may have seen me around. I'm actually responsible for some of the other rooms on the ward, but we are a little rushed off our feet today and most of my nurses are busy, so I'm here to see how you're getting on and to do some checks." Wow, what a little peach. She's pretty! Tessa Lynn(leaned back on my hospital bed and glanced out the window. I was happy to have a good view during my stay here. Fortunately, I wasn't in the hospital for anything serious. I had fainted during my gym practice scaring the hell out of my coach and my mother. It seemed that my low calorie diet was to blame according to my test results. I didn't understand the medical speak, but it seemed that my body wasn't getting enough energy for me to run and do flip on the mat and other extreme sports. Someone needed to tell the coach that the next time he drills me for gaining two pounds. I should be home, but my mother requested that I stay for a few days to make sure that I was well, and the hospital wasn't going to complain if I stayed a few days and racked up a bill for mom. At least I could watch TV and didn't have to worry about homework. And the gown they gave me is cute and nifty.(heard a clacking on the floor and a tall lady doctor came in. I haven't seen her before, but then my doctor did tell me that he was going to leave early for a vacation and that he arranged for someone to take care of me during my stay here. She was beautiful, with lovely icy blond locks and a sexy doctor's outfit. I glanced down at my hands, feeling my cheeks turning warm. Quote"Good afternoon, Tessa. I'm Doctor Middleton, you may have seen me around. I'm actually responsible for some of the other rooms on the ward, but we are a little rushed off our feet today and most of my nurses are busy, so I'm here to see how you're getting on and to do some checks."" Yes ma'am." I replied, lifting my chin." I'm feeling fine. Furthermore, I don't think I should waste your time examining me." PENNY smiled at her benignly, and pulled the notes off the foot of her bed, flipping through the couple of sheets on the clipboard." How about I be the judge of that, hm? You're looking a little flushed. I hope it's just the heating in here and not a reaction to something." I spent a few moments checking Tessa's figures as had been recorded over the course of the last couple of days. Things looked normal, but we had to get the blood test results back yet and the biopsy of her vaginal smear. I frowned. Why had they done that? There wasn't any suspicion of anything down there was there? As I went over the sheets I looked up at the girl then back down again... then back at her. She was lovely. Quite the delicious little thing. And so young too. I had my girlfriend Marlene, and she was my age, and we were madly in love, but it was rare that I got the opportunity to get my hands on a firm little body like Tessa's. I couldn't really do any wrong here... she wasn't seriously ill, and we just needed to keep her in a couple more days so the high calorie intake meals she was on had some effect, and we could see the results in her blood sugars, make sure she was hydrating okay and nothing else odd showed up, and she'd be off home. So... there wasn't really anything I specifically needed to do. On the other hand, her being so stable there wasn't any real risk of me doing any damage either, if I had a little play about." It's looking good all things considered Tessa, though you don't seem to have had a general examination while you've been here... which is odd. I think..." I'm crossing a line here..." Yes. I think a general look around and a few checks. I'm going to give you a once over." I winked at her,"Your family's lawyers would never forgive us if we missed something, eh?" I smiled brightly again and reached for the curtain, walking all around the bed dragging it round on it's rail until we were closed off from the other three beds. Furthermore, I reached to turn the covers of her bed right down, rolling them tidily back, so her feet were uncovered. Fortunately, like hospitals always are, it was very warm in here." Alright, if you could please slip the robe off..." In the equipment bay at the bedside I found a blood pressure cuff and pump and got the things out, untangling the tubing. Tessa didn't think the examination was important, but who was I refuse. I obediently pulled the robe up to my stomach and up and over my chest, shoulders, and head. I still wore my panties, at least I can wear that, so my rear wasn't revealed to the whole hospital through the back of the gown. The cool air touched my skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface and to my embarrassment, the air was tweaking my nipples into erect nubs." I'm feeling fine. I don't hurt anywhere, and I don't feel sick or anything. Not since I woke up from fainting." I knew my words meant nothing to her until after she examined me. But still, I hated being poked and prodded. Even if it was by a gorgeous doctor, though that could make it worth it for her to touch me. I glanced at her hands, they loosed soft, thin, and lovely with manicured finger nails. Oh, such dirty thoughts. If my mother only knew which way I was leaning. PENNY"I'm sure you are, and you do... but lots of things carry no symptoms, and I'd hate it if you got unwell again on my watch. Can't have that can we?" I sat down on the edge of the bed which revealed rather a lot of white-stockinged thighs in my short skirt. I had deliberately sat on the wrong side and had to lean across her to lift her other arm and fit the surrounding cuff. Furthermore, I Velcro'd it securely in place, put my stethoscope to her vein in the crook of her elbow and the buds in my ears and began to pump. When she'd taken the gown off and revealed her fine and very firm young body I mentally licked my lips at my choice of patient to have a play with. She was gorgeous, small breasted but very firm with dark nipples clearly defined. My sleeve cuff ran across them as I'd reached over, and my face had come extremely close to hers. Smiling I sat back and crossed one leg over the other with a littleburrof nylon. I pumped up nice and hard then began to let out pressure noting the beats against the pressure dial. I let the air release." Good, that looks fine. Alright, pulse. Wrist please." I lifted her wrist and placed my fingers on the artery and lifting my watch on its short strap where it was clipped to my breast pocket I carefully counted the thuds of her heart. All was satisfactory." Well you're still alive, so that's good news." I then took my penlight and worked my way around her head, checking her ears and then her eyes for pupil dilation and retinal damage, then inside her mouth." Say 'ARR'." She did so, tonsils good. She was looking medically perfect as well as physically perfect. I put a hand to her throat and gently felt around for her glands and then tapped three fingers on the back of the other hand across her chest, working to hear if there was any liquid in her lungs. This allowed me to cop a nice feel of her breasts, but I just slid my hands professionally over her curves ... for now." I'm going to check for lumps, so just please relax..." Now I began to get a perfect feel of her tits, cupping each one and squeezing and pressing from various directions and 'rolling' them between my palms to ensure all the glands within were bump free. I was able to run my fingers over her nipples a few times which was lovely. She really was so firm; her breasts had not a trace of sagging, and they were pert and thankfully tumor-free." They feel fine. No bumps at all,"I smiled encouragingly,"And you're very lucky, you have a great figure. How old are you, Tessa?" Tessa Quote"I'm sure you are, and you do... but lots of things carry no symptoms, and I'd hate it if you got unwell again on my watch. Can't have that can we?"" Yes ma'am." I replied resigning myself to another exam. I figured that she had a point. If it turned out that somethingwaswrong with me, then it would be for both our benefits that it'd be discovered early and treated. As she leaned over me, I was able to inhale the scent of her perfume. It was mild, I suppose she couldn't wear anything stronger due to patients who may have breathing problems, but whatever the scent, it made my head swam with a good feeling. It smelled so good, and I found myself watching her perfect hands exam me. Touch me, study me, and feel me. I never had a breast exam, never needed one at my age, but then if the lovely doctor wanted to touch my breasts, then by all means. I closed my eyes, and caught my tongue before it swept across my lover lip. No, I can't get aroused, not in front of her. Not like this. But those fingers kneading my breasts, the fingertips passing over my aching nipples made me drew in a deep breath. I hoped that she mistook it for a nervous sign or even one of discomfort. I had touched my breasts before, during masturbation, but it was nowhere near was wonderful as this. The thrill of having someone else touch you just don't compare to touching yourself." And you're very lucky, you have a great figure. How old are you, Tessa?" I was disappointed that she finished, but it was a relief to hear that everything was green regarding my health." I'm sixteen, but I'll be seventeen in two months." PENNY nodded and smiled again when she told me her age. Sweet sixteen. Beautiful. I had noticed during the breast examination that she'd seemed a little flustered and had drawn in breath once or twice." I'm very sorry. Were my hands cold? I try to keep them warm but compared to there they would be cooler... and you... don't mind me touching you, do you? I am a doctor, so I know what I'm doing, but if I touch you anywhere that confuses you, or you don't understand why, just say and I'll explain what I'm doing. Is that alright?" With a slither of nylon I got off the bed again and bent over her once more, adjusting the hospital bed's headrest section to lower by its electric motor. As her head and shoulders went down until she was flat I gave her another encouraging smile." Alright, I need to check a few things lower down now, so I need those panties off. Would it be alright? I mean may I? Take them of? Now that you're all lying flat and everything."" Oh, by the way,"I lay a palm on her stomach and rubbed gently,"My name is Penny. You're calling me 'ma'am' which is very sweet though you don't have to. But if you wish to carry on, feel free. But Penny is my name. Now,"I turned down the bed, then looked back at her with a grin,"Panties! Let's get them out the way. Lift your bottom." I waited for her to do so before gently but efficiently tugging them down and off her ankles to place them in her bedside cabinet with her gown. My eyes went straight to her crotch. God. Sweet sixteen and such a succulent cunt. It took most of my willpower and all my professional training not to just bury my face in her and start nuzzling and kissing. Tessa Laying flat on my back made feel a bit vulnerable, especially with someone leaning over me, looking down at me. And very much so with my top half bare with my breasts exposed. Quote"I'm very sorry. We my hands cold? I try to keep them warm but compared to there they would be cooler... and you... don't mind me touching you, do you? I am a doctor, so I know what I'm doing, but if I touch you anywhere that confuses you, or you don't understand why, just say and I'll explain what I'm doing. Is that alright?"" Yes ma'am." I replied,"But they weren't very cold at all. I just wasn't used to being examined like that." Quote"Alright, I need to check a few things lower down now, so I need those panties off. Would it be alright? I mean may I? Take them of? Now that you're all lying flat and everything."" Oh, no problem. You can take them off." I felt dirty for strange for giving such permission. Though, honestly, I didn't mind it at all. Then I realized something, I would be laying flat, completely nude beneath a beautiful woman. I turned my head to the side to hide the bright pink blush that was surely coming. Quote"Oh, by the way," I lay a palm on her stomach and rubbed gently, "My name is Penny. You're calling me 'ma'am' which is very sweet though you don't have to. But if you wish to carry on, feel free. But Penny is my name." Yes ma. . . I mean, yes, Penny." The hand on my stomach felt warm, and the pressure felt good, and made something that felt like a warm snake coil inside me. The simple white panties slide down my hips and thighs under the manipulation of her slender fingers. I felt my crotch expose to the cool air of the hospital air and to the blue eyes of my doctor. I noticed that she was staring at me there. And my god! There Wei a blazing fire in her eyes as she stared at me there. It sapped my spirit and inflamed that coiling snake in my stomach. I bit my lip, my hands moving the edge s of the mattress as if I would squeeze them tight." What. . . What are you going to do?" I swallowed, nervously, but not fearful nervous, anxiety nervous, actually. I lifted my hands and folded them on my stomach. PENNY"Well first I'm just going to check your stomach. I hope my hands warm up soon." I placed a palm below her navel with the other palm flat on top and began to make a series of gentle circular pushes with the tips of my fingers, just feeling about in her tubes inside to make sure her digestive pipework was doing all that it should. Furthermore, I shifted around pressing lower and lower on her gut, then out to the sides a little into the pretty creases between thigh and sex, then back over her pubic mound, right on the cute little hump. It looked like she shaved herself, but a few days in hospital had allowed stubble to grow. Now there was an opportunity. I could tell she also was in need of a bowel movement." Not used the bathroom for a couple of days? I think I can fix that for you. Next, temperature. Roll over onto your stomach please." I went to the equipment cupboard again and took a tub of lubricating gel and unscrewed the lid. I drew on a pair of surgical rubber gloves (I love doing that, it always looks so perverted) and with a slightly evil smile dipped my fingers in the gel. Furthermore, I moved down to her waist area and parting her buttocks with the fingers and thumb of one hand so that her very cute and now very vulnerable pucker was exposed I dipped my greased fingers between and lubricated the flesh, slowly working a finger around and around and then inwards, opening her gently." I'm going to take your temperature internally. We've had a bit of a crisis here on the ward this morning and I can only find rectal thermometers here." The lie came easily. We had stacks of oral thermometers but no way was I going to pass up the opportunity of fingering a tight sixteen-year-old's anus. I reamed the finger around insistently, twisting it and adding more gel and reinserting it until her small muscle began to relax. My other hand remained spread, holding her buttocks open. I got a great view of her lower lips from here too." I don't want you to feel any pain, so I'm just making it nice and easy for you. It needs to go in quite a way to get a reliable reading. There, I think that's enough." I took the thermometer from its sealed sterile plastic bag and added a dollop of gel to the bulb before gently and slowly inserting it. I pushed it in deep, very deep, probing carefully until it was embedded about six inches in her body. Being a doctor is handy when having sex, you know just how to do things." There! All in. It needs to sit in there a bit so we don't get a bad reading from the cooler gel." I sat back down on the edge of the bed and lay a hand protectively on her bare thigh." So, Tessa, what do you get up to when you're not having collapses for over dieting? Do you have a boyfriend... or a girlfriend?" Just checking you out my dear. Tessa Quote"Well first I'm just going to check your stomach. I hope my hands warm up soon." I drew a deep breath to settle my nerves and tried to keep my waist relaxed. However, my stomach reflexively tensed as her fingers prodded deep into the skin. I lowered my chin, to stay down the length of my stomach where her hands were working. Then her fingers tips brushed lower and lower still. I raised my chin, my head staring up at the ceiling as my tongue crossed over my upper lip as she applied sweet pressure just above my mound. I knew she was going lower than was professionally necessary. Being part of the gymnastics team, I had undergone many physicals as obligation for being part of the team and for springs, and pulled muscles. Quote"Not used the bathroom for a couple of days? I think I can fix that for you. Next, temperature. Roll over onto your stomach please." Roll onto my stomach? "O-okay." I muttered before turning myself onto my stomach. Why would I need to be on my stomach for her to take my temperature? Quote"I'm going to take your temperature internally. We've had a bit of a crisis here on the ward this morning and I can only find rectal thermometers here." That was a lie if I ever knew one. This big established hospital doesn't have one oral thermometer or even one of those ear ones they give children and all they are anal ones? But I didn't call her out on it. It finally sunk in that this woman was taking, what my mother would call it, privileges with me. Stripping me down, giving me an unneeded breast exam, and almost molesting me, and now wanting to anally molest me. I was being sexually taken advantage of, but I wasn't angry or frighten or even ashamed. I was intrigued, curious, and aroused. I rolled onto my stomach, and pushed my knees beneath me, so I was offering my rear. Furthermore, I felt certain that there was a more professional position for this, but this was far from a professional exam. I gasped when I felt the cold goop touch my private nether regions. Furthermore, I never experimented with anal stuff before, but I had done a little research on the subject. And the finger easing inside made me tighten, trying to resist the intruder."HHH. . . "I sighed softly as I made myself relax to accept it. Quote"I don't want you to feel any pain, so I'm just making it nice and easy for you. It needs to go in quite a way to get a reliable reading. There, I think that's enough." From the corner of my eye, I could see her opening the sterile sleeve that held the thermometer. It was a lot longer than I had imagined. I looked away from it, not wanting to see it. I felt the hard bulb push against my pucker and the pressure behind it pushed it inside. Furthermore, I drew in a deep breath as I felt the long tube push inches deep inside me. Inch after inch past tissue that has never been touched by anything coming in from outside. Quote"There! All in. It needs to sit in there a bit so we don't get a bad reading from the cooler gel." I sat back down on the edge of the bed and lay a hand protectively on her bare thigh." So, Tessa, what do you get up to when you're not having collapses for over dieting? Do you have a boyfriend... or a girlfriend?"" Ah, no, no boyfriend. . . "Then it registers that she also asked if I had a girlfriend. There was subtext here." No girlfriend either. School and gymnastics doesn't allow time for either." I left out an overbearing set of parents make having a love interest impossible. I was supporting my upper body on my elbows, I crossed my forearms, giving me the chance to tease my nipples without the nice lady doctor from seeing me. PENNY Quote"Ah, no, no boyfriend... No girlfriend either. School and gymnastics doesn't allow time for either."" That's a pity. Would you like to though? One or the other?" I let her answer, wondering if she might be curious about girls. After she'd spoken I went on,"But... I'm impressed, It's good to see commitment from young people today, far too many of them just hang out on the streets or shut themselves away with games consoles. You're wise to choose physical exercise. As long as you don't overdo it, it will pay big dividends later in life. We just need to keep an eye on the intensity of the diets I think."" What gymnastics do you specialize in?" When I had decided to take her temperature rectally I assumed she would lay flat on her front, but up on her knees and forearms was so much better, though quite unnecessary! She looked gorgeous like that, not to say dirty as well. I had a mental picture of being on all fours behind her eating that sweet little cunt out, or wearing my strap-on and mounting her. Hard. I crossed my legs again, pressing my thighs together, feeling my body warming and moistening. Then I had an idea." Ah, silly me. I didn't listen to your heart. Just a moment." I slid off the bed again and stood beside it, putting the stethoscope buds in my ears and then placing the business end on her back." With you kneeling up I can listen to your breathing too." I placed the stethoscope a few times around on her upper and middle back which gave me the opportunity to admire her tiny waist and the wonderful round swelling of her behind. Like two firm apples, a perfect backside she had." Just move your arms a little." I slid the 'scope now around her flank and under and put it between and on her breasts, listening to teeth-duh, thunder, Thu-duhrof her heart. As my fingers grazed over her breasts I could tell her nipples were harder, not bullet-hard like when you're completely turned on, butsomethinginteresting was going on down there." A good firm beat. No traces of background noise that might indicate problems." Quote"That's a pity. Would you like to though? One or the other?" I let her answer, wondering if she might be curious about girls. After she'd spoken I went on, "But... I'm impressed, It's good to see commitment from young people today, far too many of them just hang out on the streets or shut themselves away with games consoles. You're wise to choose physical exercise. As long as you don't overdo it, it will pay big dividends later in life. We just need to keep an eye on the intensity of the diets I think."" I'd like to have a. . . Well, a girlfriend. . . But I just don't have the time for one." I left out the fact that my parents have no idea that I'm gay. I knew I was gay for a very long time, since middle school, and I was waiting until college and I moved out before I came out of the closet for my parents. That way that won't try to "cure" me." It's hard work, I mean I train every day for five hours and by the time I wake up in the morning I am sore and cramped, but I still have to get up and go to school. My parents are considering homeschooling or tutoring, so I can have more time to rest up and train without having to maintain a school schedule." Quote"What gymnastics do you specialize in?"" Uh, the floor program." I shifted slight, the thermometer starting to fit more comfortable inside me, making it easier for me to hold up my end of the conversation. Quote"Ah, silly me. I didn't listen to your heart. Just a moment." I slid off the bed again and stood beside it, putting the stethoscope buds in my ears and then placing the business end on her back. "With you kneeling up I can listen to your breathing too." I lay still and felt the cool metal touch my back and shoulder blades. I was about to ask if she wanted me to sit up for her to listen to my front, but she slipped the scope beneath me. My hands halted stroking my nipples. Fortunately, the small metal disc had warmed up on my back so it didn't freeze me between my breasts. Dr. Penny's hands passed over my breasts, and I was glad that she wasn't able to see my pink face. Quote"A good firm beat. No traces of background noise that might indicate problems."" That's wonderful." I said in a reflex. I wanted her to touch me. Furthermore, I wanted her hands on my breasts, I licked my lips and whispered,"Doctor, I.. . I think I might have a small rash around my nipples, they itch." I did have an itch, though it wasn't exactly around my nipples. PENNY Quote"I'd like to have a... well, a girlfriend... but I just don't have the time for one." Bingo! The little dear is a Lizzy! Divine! And no time for a relationship... a virgin, I bet. I allowed myself the indulgence of a wide cheesy smile. Now we could move on..." I know exactly what you mean,"I said sympathetically,"I was the same. I didn't start dating girls until I was living away from home at med school. You hang in there Tessa, when you're at college you'll be able to have so much fun. I did!" I gave her a small hug across her shoulders. Quote"It's hard work, I mean I train every day for five hours and by the time I wake up in the morning I am sore and cramped, but I still have to get up and go to school. My parents are considering homeschooling or tutoring, so I can have more time to rest up and train without having to maintain a school schedule."" The more you train, the more supple and fit you will be and the aches and pains will reduce. As well as a general practitioner I'm a physiotherapist as well. I'll have to pop round and see you if you're especially sore." It was a fun conversation, me bending over her and almost groping her chest while she knelt with her bum in the air and a thermometer sticking out of it. I was leaving it in far longer than was necessary... and I'd pushed it in far deeper than I needed to... because it was fun. Quote"Uh, the floor program."" Right. Bouncing on the mats is fun, isn't it?" Quote"That's wonderful."" It is! You seem to be a very healthy young lady!" In fact, you're a fucking hottie... Then she came out with something that I wasn't expecting. She began speaking in a whisper, and soon I found out why. Quote"Doctor, I... I think I might have a small rash around my nipples, they itch."" Oh?" Oh?" Well sometimes you can react to the bedding if you are not used to being inactive for a couple of days. Let's take a look." This was a request to be touched, or I was a China man. Then I realized she still had the thermometer up her ass." Well, we don't want to break the thermometer so you need to lay on your back but tilt your hips forward just enough, so the thermometer doesn't press onto the bed and break. Raise your knees, that should be sufficient." Soon she was over on her back again and I stared at the offending organs. Organ stops more like." They do look a little swollen, though I don't think that's a medical condition." I disposed of my rubber gloves in the pedal bin and bent over her, the open throat of my red blouse showing a fair amount of cleavage as I leaned forward. Her nipples were swollen. They were erect." It doesn't look like anything to be concerned about but let me just..." I reached forward with both hands, thumbs and forefingers extended and gently ran my fingers round and around her small aureole, feeling the girl-sweet softness of her skin. I just drew circles around and around, avoiding the teats for now. I looked her in the eyes, my own voice much lower now,"How does that feel?" I whispered. Quote"Well sometimes you can react to the bedding if you are not used to being inactive for a couple of days. Let's take a look." I drew in deep breath as I began to roll over. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. Quote"Well, we don't want to break the thermometer so you need to lay on your back but tilt your hips forward just enough, so the thermometer doesn't press onto the bed and break. Raise your knees, that should be sufficient."" Yes, doctor." I replied, it took some maneuvering, but I was flexible. I was on my back, my knees up with my hands cupping them to hold them steady. The last thing I wanted at this moment was for the thermometer would break off inside my rear. I felt arousal as she leaned over me, touching me again. I could never get enough of her touch." How does that feel?"" It feels. . . It feels good." I heard myself say in a low soft whisper. I had enough of the game. Furthermore, I wanted her to touch me and keep touching me. There were so many things I wanted that I knew I could get right now from her. PENNY She was wonderfully compliant. I think we both knew the pretence of a medical examination was coming to a close. Quote"Yes, doctor."" You know, Tessa,"I said, a little sternly,"I prefer 'Ma'am'. 'Penny' is nice but let's go back to 'Ma'am.' It has a certain ring to it. I like the respect inherent in the word. It suits you to say it." Quote"It feels... it feels good."" Good,"I whispered softly,"It feels nice for me too. I don't think this is a rash though. I think these are both perfectly normal, healthy swellings." I smiled down at her, my fingers gently circling, not applying much pressure, just teasing." Very pretty too,"I said, so quietly my voice was just a breathy sigh, my mouth close to her face. The girl began to get a little breathy, the low sounds she made as air passed into her lungs and trickled out again was so cute and very sexy. I continued in a low whisper so that the other patients would not hear,"I'm wondering, Tessa... you're a healthy girl with normal urges... you've been in here a few days now. Would you like some relief?" Tessa Quote"You know, Tessa," I said, a little sternly, "I prefer 'Ma'am'. 'Penny' is nice but let's go back to 'Ma'am.' It has a certain ring to it. I like the respect inherent in the word. It suits you to say it." I was more than happy to oblige her. It sounded better to me. It sounded better for me to be respectful and. . . .dutiful toward her. It just did, don't ask me why." Yes ma'am." I bit my lip, to continue myself from whimpering. This just felt too fucking good to be real. And it frustrated me because I knew that it could be oh so much better. Quote"I'm wondering, Tessa... you're a healthy girl with normal urges... you've been in here a few days now. Would you like some relief?" Oh god, oh god." Y-yes ma'am." I couldn't believe that this was happening. This seemed like a wild fantasy or a scene from a porno, but this was happening, this was really happening! I was about to be fucked by a beautiful woman doctor and in the middle of a hospital. Thank God that my mother couldn't miss her book club meeting lest she still be here pretending to nurse me to health to make her feel like a good mom. I remain still, frozen, open and welcomed to anything and everything she wanted to do to me and I would welcome. PENNY Quote"Y-yes ma'am." I smiled. Victory! Now I had her... I could take her where I wanted." Let me just make sure these are not swollen for a bad reason. I'll put something on them to lubricate them a little." From the bedside I got the tub of lubricating gel again and dolloped my fingertips in, wiping a generous bead of gel off on each nipple in turn. I thenclimbedup onto the bed and spreading my knees and hiking up my short skirt until the lacy tops of my white stockings were on show, I knelt astride her stomach, being careful to not press her legs down flat and risk breaking the thing that was still up her behind. The fact she'd not asked me to remove it was interesting. She must like the feeling... I'd make sure to do something else fun with her bottom later." Now lie back. Relax. I hope this will help with the problem." I applied my fingers to the two loops of gel and began to gently massage her nipples which by now were rock hard nubs, the thick little teats stuck up proudly and her aureole deepening in color and puckering up nicely. Furthermore, I worked silently at her nipples for five minutes, rubbing, pinching, squeezing, pulling, and flicking my fingertips across them rapidly. Furthermore, I then extended the treatment to the rest of her breasts, squeezing and compressing and gripping and crushing, all the gel now being worked in so they were slippery and shiny. Her flesh was wonderfully firm and blemish-free, she had the body of a doll." Is that better?" I whispered, kneeling forwards, so my face was just a few inches from hers." Has the itching stopped... or did I make it worse? If this is better, you can thank me." I was speaking in just the faintest whisper now, my lips only two inches from hers. I ran my tongue tip out along my plump lower lip, teasing her. Tessa Quote"Let me just make sure these are not swollen for a bad reason. I'll put something on them to lubricate them a little." I watch her gather the lubricating gel onto her fingertips, and it reminded me that I still held the anal thermometer in my ass. It was no longer comfortable, I could easily keep it inside and my knees and thighs are well. Being a gymnast gave me flexible and endurance that a lot of people just didn't have. I could keep this position for a while if needed. She straddled my waist, hiking her skirt up, giving me a closeup of the top of her stockings and lovely thighs. Her being fully clothed while I was as naked as the day I was born aroused me greatly. Like I wasn't allowed to wear clothes because I was just an item, an object like a doll a little girl takes out to play and then puts away when she's bored with it to pull out later for another play. The goop felt cold on my breasts, but it seemed to bring my skin alive, more sensitive to the hands kneading them, bringing me in a fever. She definitely knew what was doing. I wondered whether she was just really experienced being with another woman or being a doctor helped her know how to make sex feel really, really good. Quote"Has the itching stopped... or did I make it worse? If this is better, you can thank me."" Thank you, it does feel better. . .ma'am." I whispered shifting my shoulders." I feel better so much better now." PENNY Quote"Thank you, it does feel better... ma'am. I feel better so much better now."" Awww... and here I was hoping I might get a 'thank-you' kiss." I smiled down at her, teasingly,"But if you're new to all this, it might not have occurred to you, so I'll show you how that bit works." I then slowly closed the couple of inches between our mouths and very softly touched my lips to hers. She smelled wonderful, even though she did need a bath! Her natural scents were driving me wild and the sweetness of her breath made me want to literally eat her up. I began the kiss gently with several soft presses and only after I'd gently nibbled at her did I open my mouth and suckle at her lower lip, then gradually applied a little pressure to work her own mouth open and dart out my tongue to seek hers, first running my tongue tip along the inside of her lower lip, then between her teeth before I finally found her tongue and ran mine against it. She was warm and wet and soft and wiggly and delicious, and I spent ten minutes kissing her during which time things became more frantic and a lot more pornographic until our tongues were writhing together in a frenzy, and I was making small moans of arousal and my hands were working at her nipples more and more roughly. I broke the kiss, grabbed her wrists in mine and forced them down above her head, slamming them into the pillow to pin her in place. I then hungrily went in for more, our tongues a confused wet delightful struggle and our mixed moans making it hard to continue lest other patients or staff become suspicious. Breathing heavily I broke the kiss." Mm, that's how you say 'thank-you', so feel free to thank me any time you like." I finished with a little peck on her lips and got off her, stepping down again beside the bed." Now. I was going to give you some relief, wasn't I? Roll onto your side and push one knee up. There. That's it." She lay on her right side with her right leg a little bent, but her left leg lifted, the knee tucked up towards her chest. This opened her sex and anal cleft up wide and allowed me to get at where I wanted to next.("Keep still,"I whispered, kissing at her ear,"And keep quiet." I took an antiseptic wipe and taking hold of the thermometer teased her a little by stirring it around inside her, pushing it even deeper than drawing it out almost all the way, then pushing it back in, watching her reactions. Finally, I stirred it around just inside her entrance, teasing and stimulating her sphincter before removing it, wiping it clean and taking the reading." Mm. Healthy. Very healthy. Though rather hot." I winked at her with a grin, put the used thermometer in a plastic bin for sterilizing and then placing one palm on her left buttock, dragged it away, parting her cleft even more crudely and exposing both her holes." God, Tessa, you are such a pretty thing,"I whispered throatily before kissing her exactly where the thermometer had just been. I waited for her reaction and then kissed more and began to lap my tongue over her small tight muscle, wiggling it about until I could feel her body relaxing and then... then I thrust and pushed the tip inside. I "Hamm'd" in pleasure as I began to ream her out, working my tongue about until It was right in, an inch and a half or so, and she was squirming about. Furthermore, I took my tongue away." Hm, delicious, but I know somewhere even nicer,"and my head went back, and I lapped all along her slit, running my tongue the full length and back again, up and down several times, lubricating her before getting serious and pushing my tongue inwards to slurp between her parted lips. I then pushed her left leg higher, so the thigh was pressed to her chest and her cunt completely exposed and flicked my tongue upwards to tease at the small concentrated bundle of nerve endings at the crest of her sex, eventually working up into a right lashing as well as suckling at her there, swirling my tongue around. My thumb found her wet anus and pushed easily in, to swirl about and 'hook' around inside her as I went down properly on her and ate her out good and hard, giving her no mercy and wanting her to reach pleasure. Quote"WWW... and here I was hoping I might get a 'thank-you' kiss." I smiled down at her, teasingly, "But if you're new to all this, it might not have occurred to you, so I'll show you how that bit works." When her mouth touched mine, my world exploded into heat, emotion, and lips and tongue. I have seen kissing on television and I always wondered what the big deal about it was, but now I was realizing what it was all about. I was clumsy at it, being that this was my first kiss and everything, but what made me a good gymnast is that I was a quick learner. My mouth grappled at hers, my lips grasping hers as she both skillfully and artfully maneuver her mouth against mine. I struggle to keep up, my tongue reaching into the depths of her mouth. It was if we were trying to eat each other from the mouth down. By the time she finished, I felt very wet around my lips and mouth. Quote"Mm, that's how you say 'thank-you', so feel free to thank me any time you like." I finished with a little peck on her lips and got off her, stepping down again beside the bed." Now. I was going to give you some relief, wasn't I? Roll onto your side and push one knee up. There. That's it." I was quick to obey. I carefully turn onto my side, very mindful of the item still secured in my rectum. Pulling one knee up and my head turned over my shoulder to see what she would do to me next. She told me to be quiet, and I realized for the first time that there were still patients in this room other than myself. If it wasn't for the privacy curtain, they would see me nude and everything that we've been doing. My cheeks turned hot pink, but that made me even more aroused that we were doing this in almost public view. I gasped when she grasped the anal thermometer and used it to toy with me. I pressed one hand over my mouth and nose and stifled it. It felt so strange as parts within me were teased and touched in ways that were never meant to be touched. I rocked my hips slightly enjoying it, wishing it was a bit bigger. Quote"Mm. Healthy. Very healthy. Though rather hot." I winked at her with a grin, put the used thermometer in a plastic bin for sterilizing and then placing one palm on her left buttock, dragged it away, parting her cleft even more crudely and exposing both her holes." God, Tessa, you are such a pretty thing,"I exhaled a soft sigh. It was arousing that she said that, and it sent a tremor that she said with pride. That she had such a pretty girl for herself. And when she kissed me there, at my pucker, I was hers. Again I covered my mouth and nose prevent any noise to betray us to the others in the room. Hopefully they were more concerned about their own health than they were about what was going on behind the curtain. Don't mind the women having sex behind the curtain. My leg was pushed higher to my chest as she moved to a better spot, a spot that had so many sensitive nerves." Feels so. . . So good." I whimpered as her hot tongue pushed against my velvety folds. I had always imagined this, but to actually have it happened. Oh, sweet heaven it was wonderful. I wanted more, so much more. I felt that we were only scratching the surface of everything that could happen between us. And her tongue pushing inside me, I couldn't help but utter a low moan that I feared would be heard beyond the curtain. However, my whimpers were incessant as the tongue swirled around my clit, the tiny core of ecstasy. I covered my face with both hands, my toes curling as I struggle to maintain composure as the snake in my stomach uncoiled itself and struck. I came hard, white droplets spurting out and rolling across my folds and thighs. Furthermore, I sighed, long and drawn out as I found myself sagging on the mattress pleasantly exhausted. PENNY worked at her hard, lashing her with my tongue and mercilessly flickering away at her dainty virgin bud until with a stifled moan and a stiffening of her whole body, she peaked, shuddering so sweetly with aftershocks as I continued to press my face between her legs and suckle and lick at her, the small gush of heavy creamy juice she had spurted out, being eagerly lapped up and swallowed like precious nectar. She came down from her peak, breathing heavily and curled up tight on her side. I leaned over her and hugged her tight." I think you enjoyed that. Now, I need to sort out that rather full bowel of yours. Just wait a moment." Adjusting my clothing and wiping my face of sticky 16-year-old cum I went out through the curtains. One of the beds in 'B' was empty, another had a young woman asleep in it while the fourth bed was a middle-aged lady whose family was visiting. A man with two sons. The man looked at me curiously as I came out, but I ignored him. I went to the equipment room and got an IV stand and an enema bag with a coil of tubing, a thin nozzle and a clamp. I filled the bag with hot water, added some PH-neutral soap crystals for cleansing and hung the bag on the stand, connected the tubing and nozzle and wheeled it back into the ward and behind Tessa's curtain. She hadn't moved since I'd left her and in fact her posture was fine for this." I am going to give you an enema, Tessa. It looks like you've been in bed two or three days without passing a stool so that needs to be fixed." I pulled surgical gloves on again and got the tub of gel, applying another nugget of the slippery greasing agent to her pretty pucker and working a finger in carefully, then (rather daring for one probably unused to this) pushing a second in and wiggling them firmly around." Feels nice doesn't it, having fingers in there? If you're a good girl I'll put something bigger in later. It'll stretch you a lot. It might hurt, but I find there's something nice about that, about being stretched back there. Now... good. I'm going to put a slightly thicker object in you now, a bit bigger than the thermometer, and you'll feel heat inside and pressure and a swelling. Just hold it in, clamp yourself closed and hold it as long as you can, but tell me when you think you've had enough. I will then require you to hold the enema for a few minutes, and then we'll go to the bathroom, and you can use the restroom. Now, ready?" All through the explanation I had been fingering her anus firmly, digging my digits in briskly and teasing her. Now I took them out, greased the enema nozzle which was a white plastic wand about as thick as a finger and five inches long and slid the tip into the slippery ring of muscle. I pushed it right home and opened the clamp. The hot cloudy water began to rush down into her body. As she was filling I slid my fingers into her wet sex again and began to masturbate her, working up the frigging more and more as her rectum filled with hot water. I bent forward and with my other hand massaged her tummy and gave her rump a few kisses. It was hard for me to hear her next words, I was still coming down from my climax. All I noticed was that she had stopped pleasuring me down there. I looked over my shoulder, and she was gone, the curtain falling back into place at her passing. Disappointment welled up in me, I thought that since she had her kick, she no longer needed to stay with me. I wanted to call out to her, but I was to frighten of having the other patients catch on to what was happening. I lay there not moving, disappointed, and getting close to the points of tears. When the curtain was pull back and the doctor came back, carrying with her several items. I wanted to say that I was glad that she came back, but that would make me look childish, and I may be too loud." I am going to give you an enema, Tessa. It looks like you've been in bed two or three days without passing a stool so that needs to be fixed." I blinked, not quite sure if I heard her right. An enema, was that necessary, but then again, she was right about not having a stool movement in the last few days. The previous doctor stated that an enema might be possible because of my poor diet. I exhaled a low sigh as she reapplied the gel to my tight hole again." Doctor. . . ." I exhaled through my lips the blush returning to my cheeks. The familiarity of having a finger inside me, easier this time during to being previously stretched, made me feel full and relaxed. When she added the second finger, I made a soft sound that resembled the tiny mew of a kitten. The fingers prodded within me, touching places that just should be touched." Feels nice doesn't it, having fingers in there? If you're a good girl I'll put something bigger in later. It'll stretch you a lot. It might hurt, but I find there's something nice about that, about being stretched back there. Now... good. I'm going to put a slightly thicker object in you now, a bit bigger than the thermometer, and you'll feel heat inside and pressure and a swelling. Just hold it in, clamp yourself closed and hold it as long as you can, but tell me when you think you've had enough. I will then require you to hold the enema for a few minutes, and then we'll go to the bathroom, and you can use the restroom. Now, ready?" Oh, I would most certainly be her good girl. I wanted whatever it was she wanted to give me. I wondered what she would do to me if I was a bad girl. . . I decided that I would see later. Right now, let's get through this enema." Yes, ma'am. I'm ready." I felt the tube slide up inside me, it was as thick as a finger, but longer. It reached far up inside me, making my bent on my legs more as I gritted my teeth. It didn't hurt at all, but still it was a rather new experience for me after all. What certainly helped was the finger masturbating my sex, allowing me to relax my rectum and not push the tubing out. Then my eyes shot open as hot liquid poured inside me. It tickled at first, but as more and more gushed inside me, I felt the swelling as it filled me. The water traveled upward into my intestine, and I realized that my stomach felt. . . Full as if I had just eaten a large meal. I pressed my hands to my stomach and clinched my anus tight to keep the water inside." Doctor, it. . . It feels strange. . ." I whimpered." When is it going to stop?" PENNY Quote"Doctor, it... it feels strange... When is it going to stop?" I watched her begin to squirm on the bed, I loved doing this. I closed the clamp to stop the water flow and encouraged her to kneel up on all fours. Furthermore, I then put my hand under her stomach and massaged before opening the clamp again..." Try and take as much as you can. I'll stop when you say. Then you can rest a bit and we'll try a bit more. You've had..." I looked up at the bag,"... Nearly two pints so far. Let's try for three, hm? And maybe this will help." I bent forwards and put my face between her legs from behind and began to lick at her sticky sex again, seeking out her small tender clitoris with my tongue and lapping at it, trying to catch it between my lips and suck on it. All the time my hand was under her, massaging her stomach to allow more of the hot water in. Tessa wasn't sure if I could take even a cup more. I could just imagine the terrible mess I would make if I let it go now. I clenched tight, holding it as tightly as I could. Her hand on my stomach felt good and soothing, but it was pressure against an already full container. Another minute passed, and I was still getting full. I shook my head." Take me to the bathroom, please. I have to go. . . I have to go now." PENNY grinned. I love it when they get like this. Desperate." Alright Tessa, just hop out of bed and I'll take you across. It's only about twenty feet." I pulled the wheeled IV stand around the bed with me and held the curtain open. No mention of clamping the tube. No mention of taking the nozzle out of her rear. No mention even, of her getting dressed. I was planning to wheel the IV stand with her, bag and all since we'd need a second flush-through in the bathroom. I put my head out. The man and his sons had finished their visiting time and the lady was reading a magazine. She looked up at me and I smiled reassuringly." Come on, let's go. Be quick. We don't want a mess." Tessa wasn't brave. Not at all." Please, take the tube out. . . I want to get my gown on first. . ." It was one thing to have to happen behind a curtain, but in the public eye, especially eyes that could tell my mother about it, I just couldn't do it. I leaned forward, reaching for the pink hospital gown. It was difficult to move with the two pints of water weighing me down and threatening to make me do something disgusting and humiliating. PENNY"Ah, ah,"I chided her with a wagged finger, like she was a naughty child. I reached for the gown and whisked it out of reach." Doctor knows best. Now we can stand here arguing until you make a really horrid stinky mess everywhere, and then I'll have to spank you... or, you can go naked across twenty feet of bedroom with me beside you, get rid of all that pressure and as a reward I'll spank you anyway... only more nicely. What do you say young lady?" I reached for the curtain that surrounded the bed making as though to tug it wide open anyway, making it seem like she had no choice. I wore a wicked grin on my face; if I'd been a comic character I might have a "Hahaha" speech bubble above me right about now. Tessa My cheeks were flushed with pink shame and dread. I couldn't dare imagine myself nude before all those eyes. They'll think something was seriously wrong with me. But then, something was greatly wrong. I was about to shit myself. I had no choice. Furthermore, I would rather be seen naked than making a gross mess. I resigned myself to my fate. Furthermore, I pushed myself around to stand, my bare toes curling on the hard floor as I stood naked and exposed, only the curtain held precariously in the doctor's hand keeping me hidden from the world. PENNY smiled triumphantly and rather evilly as Tessa realized there was no choice. It was either do something totally gross and disgusting -and humiliating in itself; or walk naked to the bathroom to get rid of the problem... and time had run out. I wheeled the stand around to beside her and leaving the tube embedded up her bottom and the hot water still flowing - with every second her options were running out - I put a hand firmly on her upper arm and drew the curtain back." Don't cover yourself. Hands behind your back. Do that, and I'll give you a nice reward in the bathroom." The bathroom was a private one and used only by the four patients in this room. The young woman who had been asleep had awoken and was groggily watching us. As we came out she seemed to perk up suddenly. The middle-aged lady whose family had just left let her magazine fall and stared at Tessa as I led her down the room and into the bathroom, the IV stand, bag of soapy water and tube connected to her behind making it obvious what was happening. I loved it. Inside the bathroom (I switched on the light, locked the door and lifted the toilet seat. I quickly dragged the slim nozzle out of her bum and told her to sit and let it all out. Tessa The curtain drew back and all curious eyes on me. The patient being visited by children quickly had them look away, while the others stared openly, trying to determine my condition that would have me walk stark naked through the patient care room. I wanted to walk fast, but the doctor made me walk at a pace even with hers. Not fast, but not too slow either. We walked calmly as if we were going together to get a cup of coffee. I felt the eyes following as we entered the bathroom. I was allowed to let it go in the toilet. And after I cleaned myself up, I was shuddering and exhausted. It was a relief to have all the liquid out of me and not feel so swollen anymore. I looked up at my doctor and smirked,"I did it. . .do I get my spanking now?" PENNY Quote"I did it... do I get my spanking now?"" Up,"I said, in my all hustle-and-bustle businesslike way, all efficient Doctor Middleton again. I put a hand on her arm to get her to stand up off the toilet, re-inserted the enema nozzle and had her remain standing as I unclamped the tube and let a second enema fill her. Sometimes a person needed half-a-dozen to be completely deep-cleaned but in Tessa's case I thought a second would be plenty. To compensate her additional discomfort I put my hands on her bare behind and drew her against me, drawing her in for another deep kiss, wet, sexy and enough to make me want to squirm against her, pushing a knee between hers and holding her tight." I don't want you to go thinking that just because you're a good patient that you automatically get a reward, my girl. No, no... that's not how it works. Especially if you don't address me as 'Ma'am' as you agreed to. Let's have you filled up a second time and emptied again then I'll need to do a manual check that you're properly clean back there..." I went back in for another kiss, holding her to me for several minutes as my tongue fucked her mouth and her rectum filled back up." Say please, when you want to empty again. Say please nicely,"I teased her. Tessa was greatly surprised when she had me stand and reinserted the enema nozzle back into my rear. The familiar feeling of warm liquid pouring inside me, filling me up again made me quiver against the good doctor. I could barely respond to her insistent kisses, but I did enjoy being held tightly against her, nude, feeling her clothes against my bare skin. Quote"I don't want you to go thinking that just because you're a good patient that you automatically get a reward, my girl. No, no... that's not how it works. Especially if you don't address me as 'Ma'am' as you agreed to. Let's have you filled up a second time and emptied again then I'll need to do a manual check that you're properly clean back there..." Ah, I understood. I stepped out of line. It wasn't for me to demand a reward just because I did as she asked. I was to wait patiently for it until she felt that it was time for me to receive, and it would only be for her pleasure to reward me too. I still had a lot to learn about being a 'good girl' for my doctor." Yes ma'am." I responded and added quickly,"I'm sorry." I seriously was sorry. And I felt a bit forgiven as she kissed me again. I distracted myself away from my filling rectum by her hot tongue and soft lips. I had never been kissed like this before, in fact, I have never been kissed. I curled my arms around my doctor, enjoying feeling the clothes against my skin, the scent of her skin and mouth. When it became too much for my poor body to hold so much water, I whispered,"Please, ma'am. I would like to be emptied." PENNY"Good girl. Apology accepted. And yes... you may empty." Still hugging her I lowered her down onto the toilet and when she was done lifting her back up and even wiping her with a wet-wipe. I disposed of the wipe and flushed, closing the lid." Better, I hope? Now. You're all lovely and bare and I seem to have my clothes on. I'll be giving you a bath shortly, and I don't want to get my suit wet, so you may undress me Tessa, my dear. Just to my underwear for now."(( she was done I rewarded her with more kisses before leading her to the raised counter into which the sink was set. It had a padded top and I put a hand on the nape of her neck and bent her forwards until her face was pressed into the plastic mat and her rear was sticking up." So,"I said brightly, pulling on another pair of surgical gloves,"Let's make quite sure that naughty bottom of yours is nice and clean!" Now that we had so much more privacy and had no chance of being disturbed I could do much more fun things. From the cupboard under the sink I took a length of rubber tubing and a packet of friction grip nylon ties. I pulled her arms behind her and crossed the wrists over in the small of her back before binding them tightly together with several turns of the rubber hose, closed firmly off with a friction tie. I then roped her elbows tight together using the same means." Good girls get tied up, when Penny plays doctors and patients,"I whispered in her ear in a teasing playful way,"I think you'll enjoy it. Doctor Penny certainly does." I got another tub of lube from the cupboard and unscrewed the top." Now I wonder how tight you really are? Try to relax as much as you can and Doctor Penny's fingers will find out!" I placed a dollop of the gel on her anus and using first one finger got to work, this time a little more roughly than before. My left palm I placed between her shoulder blades and held her down firmly. I soon introduced a second finger into her anus and pushed both as deep as they would go then began to ream her out firmly with swirling twisting pushes and turns." Tell me if you like it,"I said. Tessa needed no further prompting to convince me to remove her clothes. My hands eagerly undid the buttons of her blouse and tugged the zipper open on her skirt. Baring that skin aroused me more and more. She had definitely spend regular time in a gym. Her body was well toned and perfectly shaped. When I had placed her skirt neatly atop of her coat and blouse, and she stood wearing sexy set of underwear, she pulled me to her for a fresh set of warm kisses. Then she turned me around and leaned me over onto the padded top. And with an efficiency that I could only credit with having lots of experience, she tied my wrists behind my back and crisscrossed my elbows together with a rubber hose. Quote"Good girls get tied up, when Penny plays doctors and patients," I whispered in her ear in a teasing playful way, "I think you'll enjoy it. Doctor Penny certainly does." I got another tub of lube from the cupboard and unscrewed the top. "Now I wonder how tight you really are? Try to relax as much as you can and Doctor Penny's fingers will find out!" I licked my lips, knowing that that my poor ass was going to be through its paces again. A rubber gloved finger pushed its way into my ass, none too gently I might add. I sucked in a quick intake of breath as she added the second digit. The fingers were stretching my ass open while leaving my lonely pussy alone and wet." I love it, ma'am." I moaned as I scooted my feet inches apart to give her more access. PENNY"MMM... good girl. Doctor Penny likes you, Tess. You're such a good patient. Ever been tied up before?" Whether she had or not didn't seem to matter, she was complaint enough and as she parted her thighs wider, so I could get at her anus better it seemed she had no reservations about this level of play. I continued to work away two fingers in her bottom, now pushing them in and out briskly, fucking her with them, more or less, but alternating a series of deep thrusts with a series of harsh wiggles and curling probes. She was lovely and clean now so I could relax and really go to work on her virgin little butt. So cute! I watched as her sweet pink ring of muscle began to open and part, stretched as it was around my digits. I pulled them right out and then thrust them back in, out again, in. Each time I left her, her small hole gaped open a little, the little pink ring slack and shiny from the lubrication and each time I thrust into her, she moaned. A noise of pleasure. Our little virgin Tessa liked anal sex... what a naughty girl we had here! I fucked her that way for a few minutes until I tried adding a third finger. Now she moaned louder, and after a few careful twisting pushed got it in. She resisted a little at first and made noises indicating pain, but I persevered." Shush sweetie. I know it hurts. But that's the whole point. Some sexy things do hurt... no gain without pain my love, and if you're the sort of girl who it turns out does like pain... well, maybe you and I can become good friends, hm? Maybe if you're my kind of dirty girl then I can make some home visits when you leave hospital. You know, just to check up on you now and again. Now then, let's see..." I thrust the three fingers into her tight hole as deep as they would go and began to ream her out roughly, harshly, wiggling the fingers around inside her. My left hand which had been holding her down I now lifted and adjusting my position a bit I slipped it under her left leg and brushed the thumb against her clit." Ooh! There! Tessa likes that, doesn't she? You can come if you wish sweetie. Come all you like, I think you need to after a few days sat in that boring bed." I was now finger fucking her sphincter briskly, stretching her a lot while flicking my thumb quickly across her clit, teasing her to a peak of pleasure... I leaned in and kissed her apple-round little bottom, giving her licks and play bites and more kisses. What a fantastic ass she had! Tessa Quote"MMM... good girl. Doctor Penny likes you, Tess. You're such a good patient. Ever been tied up before?" "No, ma'am." I moaned with my cheek pressed against the padded counter. What had started out as uncomfortable and painful was now becoming something new and wonderful? My body stretched to accommodate the doctor's fingers and with each thrust into my rear, my fists clenched, and my heels lifted off the floor. Sweat was beading on my forehead and my hands felt slick with sweat. I was not ready for it when she suddenly added a third finger. It stretched me further open, causing moderate amount of pain and discomfort. I clenched around her, causing further pain for myself which caused me to utter a soft squeak. Quote"Shush sweetie. I know it hurts. But that's the whole point. Some sexy things do hurt... no gain without pain my love, and if you're the sort of girl who it turns out does like pain... well, maybe you and I can become good friends, hm? Maybe if you're my kind of dirty girl then I can make some home visits when you leave hospital. You know, just to check up on you now and again. Now then, let's see..." When she said that, I knew that this was just the beginning of a relationship together. This woman was going to show me and teach things that I would never learn anywhere else. And I wanted to be a good student, and learn so much from her. I was certain I could talk my mother into allowing me regular visits from a mindful doctor to keep my strength up for the team. My eyes widen as my poor abandoned and ignored clit got the attention it had been craving. I thrust my hips back, trying to give myself a rub on that offered thumb. Quote"Ooh! There! Tessa likes that, doesn't she? You can come if you wish sweetie. Come all you like, I think you need to after a few days sat in that boring bed." Getting her permission just made it. . .so much hotter. Standing on the balls of my feet, I bent my knees to grind myself on her hand. Her fingers began to ream my ass in long deliberate strokes. I quivered as finally I came, hot white liquid spurted from my loveliness as I exhaled long and deep, my shoulders sagging as I seemed to deflate. PENNY watched her seeking her pleasure, her fists clenching, her legs pushing up, up, upppon the balls of her feet and her rear flicking back at me so she could get more contact on my thumb. Her eyes were closed tight, and she was making little eager grunts, and then she tensed, and her sphincter clenched hard around my fingers. I thrust harder, thrust and thrust roughly as she spent, her body juddering as I fucked her back passage. Some small spurts of hot girl-cream squirted out of her and quick as a flash I bent down and caught the last couple, pushing my face under and against her darling virgin sex to lick and kiss and clean her with my tongue. I stood back up, my fingers still working in her rear. I wasn't done yet." Yes, this is better than reading magazines in bed and listening to Shit Hospital Radio, isn't it? Much better! Now... I think we need something else. My toys are in my bag in the changing room. I need to get them. You my lovely will stay here." I eased my slippery fingers from her bottom and pulled off the surgical glove, discarding it in the trash. From the equipment cupboard over which she was bent I pulled out two more nylon friction ties and squatting down I moved her left ankle out to the left about eighteen inches and using the nylon tie, secured that ankle to the steel leg of the bench. I then did the same with her right ankle and stood up to survey my work. Her ankles were now over three feet apart and her wet sex and anus were fully exposed. I put a hand on her tight little bum and patted it affectionately." Cute,"I said as though petting a puppy,"Doctor's going to fuck that next. You'd love a nice fat fake cock in your sweet virgin bottom wouldn't you Tessa? No use denying it, all girls like a bit of anal... at least they do after I've had a play with them. Now... You stay here and don't run off, and I be back in two minutes." There was a long medical coat hanging from the peg on the back of the door. I pulled it on over my underwear and went out. Outside in the room the other two patients looked up." The young lady is taking a bath. Please don't disturb her." I left the door ajar two or three inches purely to scare Tessa and made my way across to the staff station at the 'stem' of the bunch of grapes layout that was Templeton-Ostler Ward. In the locker room was my bag. I always carry a couple of toys with me... I'm that kind of woman... and made my way back to the bathroom. As I got to the door, ajar just as I'd left it, I knocked loudly. Then waited and pushed it open, again, just to frighten the poor love. I'm so wicked aren't I?" Ah, did I scare you? Forgive me, it's the way I am. I get my thrills from almost being caught. It's why I love doing it with you in hospital rather than waiting to get you home. Now, you didn't run off I see. Good girl." I put my bag down, closed and locked the door and took off the coat. I also unclipped my bra and stepped out of my panties, I wouldn't be needing those right now. Furthermore, I got one of my favorite toys out of my bag. It was a strap-on but made from a double dildo, a nice flexible silicon one that bent easily to a 'V' shape to slide into my body as well as my lovers. I was wet of course by now - very, and I sighed with the small waves of shimmering pleasure that jumped through me as I slid the fat half into my sex, tucking up the straps to buckle it behind me and pulled the crotch strap through to clip that by its press-stud to the rear waistband. All the plastic straps were clear, I prefer that, it looks less like some weird medieval instrument of torture without all the black straps and whatnot. The business end was still huge, over seven inches long and easily an inch and a half diameter. I dipped my fingers in the tub of lube again and greased the plastic cock before wiping off the excess against Tessa's - now a little slacker - anus. I couldn't resist and dipped a couple of fingers into her, her lovely warm tightness was wonderful. As I finger-fucked her some more I leaned over her and kissed her neck and jaw and nibbled on her ear." Now my love,"I whispered softly in her ear,"Doctor Penny's going to give you one of her special examinations. It's called 'fucking your ass really hard'. I'm sure you'll enjoy it, but if you don't, and you make too much noise I have a gag here for you to wear. Now. Ready my love? Here we go." I gave her delicious bum a spank, and it wobbled so prettily I spanked her again on the other cheek before pressing the fat head of the dildo against her small pink opening. I pushed, and it popped in though I was now stretching her more than three fingers did." Hm? Pardon? Does it hurt? Too bad." Too bad, bitch... Grinning wickedly I pushed again, pushed and pushed and thrust strongly, working the fat prong up inside her tight virgin channel, stretching her sphincter possibly more than it had even been stretched in her life. Eventually after several minutes of none-too-gentle thrusting my stomach balled up against her bottom, and I was fully home. Of course in the meantime the other end of the double dildo had been grinding away inside me, and I was already breathless. I leaned over her again, her bum warm and soft against my stomach. I pulled at one shoulder to roll her onto her side a little, my free hand groped at her tits, crushing and rubbing her nipples, pinching and tugging them." There,"I breathed against her face,"I took the virginity of your bottom. Now I'm going to fuck you, you wicked little girl. Fuck you hard." I began to shift inside her, slowly building up the pace. Tessa lay proved and almost numb. I have had orgasms before, not being a stranger to masturbation, but this one was so intense that it nearly drained me completely. I took in deep breaths and felt the sweat chill on my face and back. My fingers uncurled to allow the air to touch my sweltering palms. Quote"Yes, this is better than reading magazines in bed and listening to Shit Hospital Radio, isn't it? Much better! Now... I think we need something else. My toys are in my bag in the changing room. I need to get them. You my lovely will stay here." She was very right. This was far better than sitting around reading old issues of magazines and my mother hovering over me. So much better. I didn't have the strength to find my voice, I just nodded wordlessly and didn't know whether she saw it or not. I felt her remove her fingers from my ass and the snap of the gloves coming off her hands. Furthermore, I felt my body prick up when I remembered that she said something about toys, regaining excitement that our time wasn't done yet. There was more to come. And she confirmed that when she knelt behind me and secured my ankles far apart with rope. At the angle I was leaning forward, I could lean forward and get my feet off the floor, but my ankles were going anywhere with the rope securing them. Now I was fully bound, my wrists behind me secured even at the elbow and my feet tied apart. I was now the star of a bondage scene as I had always imagined. Quote"Cute," I said as though petting a puppy, "Doctor's going to fuck that next. You'd love a nice fat fake cock in your sweet virgin bottom wouldn't you Tessa? No use denying it, all girls like a bit of anal... at least they do after I've had a play with them. Now... You stay here and don't run off, and I be back in two minutes." I felt her hand touch my rear as she spoke. I sighed, imagining a thick plastic rod being fitted into my ass and I quivered with both excitement and dread. However, when she left the room, I noticed a line of light. She had left it open a few inches, anyone could peek in and see me trussed up like some damn turkey. I imagined all the hell that would break loose. My mom would shriek rape, Doctor Penny would surely be sued and lose her job, and I would become the laughingstock in school. I struggled, contemplating about calling out to her, to remind her to lock the door behind her. But I didn't dare, I didn't want to draw the attention of someone else. A few minutes past and I held my breath, hoping that she came back soon and no one saw. When there was a knock at the door, my heart stopped, and I tugged hard at the bonds. I nearly shrieked when it opened only to sag in disbelief as my wicked doctor walk through. Quote"Ah, did I scare you? Forgive me, it's the way I am. I get my thrills from almost being caught. It's why I love doing it with you in hospital rather than waiting to get you home. Now, you didn't run off I see. Good girl." To my relief, she shut and locked the door behind her. She moved behind me, out of my line of sight. I could hear her adjusting something, plastic or such." I am a good girl, ma'am." I promised her. Furthermore, I was very much looking forward to being fucked hard. Fuck hard as I always imagined alone in my bedroom with a vibrator. I heard her move behind me, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I felt fingers being pushed into me again. Furthermore, I curled my fingers and toes again and sighed long and deep. Furthermore, I was getting frustrated, I wanted my fucking now. Her mouth on my neck and ear gave me a sense of euphoria that almost made up for my frustration. Quote"Now my love," I whispered softly in her ear, "Doctor Penny's going to give you one of her special examinations. It's called 'fucking your ass really hard'. I'm sure you'll enjoy it, but if you don't, and you make too much noise I have a gag here for you to wear. Now. Ready my love? Here we go." She smacked my ass once, twice. Each time, I flinched with a short soft yelp. Then something thick and long pushed forward into my rectum. My eyes widen as I pulled against my bonds as that rod filled me up. It hurt, more than I would, but then it could have hurt more if she hadn't had prepped me for this." Hurts. . . "I moaned hoping that she'll be more gentle, but I was rewarded with a hard shove inside me. I moaned as I forced myself to lay and just take it. I could feel and smell Doctor Penny all around me. Furthermore, I heard her sighing behind me, and grunted as she exerted harder. My body was roughly twisted onto its side, the rope around my ankles cut into my skin. I whined while her hands crushed and abused my nipples and breasts. Quote"There," I breathed against her face, "I took the virginity of your bottom. Now I'm going to fuck you, you wicked little girl. Fuck you hard."" Oohhh. . . ." I gaped back at her. Despite the discomfort and the pain, my body was still hot and needy. My spirit was enjoying it. I was her plaything, I belonged to her. I was hers to do with as she liked. Furthermore, I was a wicked girl and I needed to be fucked hard to be put in my place. Furthermore, I wanted it." Fuck me. . ." I whimpered,"Fuck me hard, ma'am. . . Please, please, please." PENNY Quote"Hurts..."" Doesn't it just? And it'll hurt more once I start to really work your little asshole hard, but that's the special fun of anal. It's bad. It's dirty. Furthermore, it hurts... but it hurts so godhood..." I kissed her teasingly. Quote"Fuck me... Fuck me hard, ma'am... please, please, please." I laughed in a friendly, happy way, full of good humor. I was pleased she was turning out to be such a horny cutie. Horny and dirty and wanting it rough." Well, now my darling, since you ask so nicely, then... I will!"and I drew out and thrust back in, drew out again and thrust once more, then again, again... again, each time more roughly and fiercely than the last, each time my stomach slapping loudly against her peachy bum that wobbled as I connected and each time the double dildo drove hard up inside me too. It’s a clever design, on the inside of the soft triangle plate that the straps connect to, at the top so it abrades against my clit is a little silicon rubber nodule all covered in tiny soft spikes like a sea anemone and each time I thrust this nodule rubs my clit. Its awesome and it makes me come so easily. I closed my eyes and sighed, letting out a happy purr of delight as thrust in and out, in and out our bodies connecting and Tessa making little grunts and squeals of delight mixed with pain. I leaned over her, turning her head to me and sought out her mouth with my own and kissed her, keeping the kiss going as I took her, enjoying her soft mouth and this lovely moaning breaths that I forced from her. My hands slithered under her and gripped a little titty each and massaged and squished her body, thumbs and forefingers pinching and rolling her stiff nipples." Welcome to the fun world of anal sex my love. CNN. Good, isn't it? If you feel like coming you go right ahead, don't mind Doctor - UH! - Penny, she'll just continue with her examination... uh! Yes, uhh hm!" It was a good thing the bathroom was mostly sound-proofed. There was machinery in there to lift fully disabled patients in and out of the bath and sometimes various unsavory noises happened if a patient was ill or was using the toilet so with the door closed it was pretty much a sound-sealed cubicle which was well enough as the noises the two of us were now making were pretty loud. The equipment locker under the padded bench thumped and clunked, I was grunting and groaning and Tessa's cries were getting louder and more desperate. I might have to use that gag after all. Tessa That thick rod drilled into me. I gritted my teeth, breathing hard through my teeth as it pushed through flesh and tissue. Through the pain and pleasure, I could still feel my nails biting into my palms and my curled toes hovering above the tiled floor. Quote"Welcome to the fun world of anal sex my love. CNN. Good, isn't it? If you feel like coming you go right ahead, don't mind Doctor - UH! - Penny, she'll just continue with her examination... uh! Yes, uhh hm!" With her permission, the small, but very tight pressure in my belly let loose. White cum drizzled down my thighs tickling me. I sagged on the padded counter deflated, but still rammed from behind by my dear Doctor. I panted harshly through my open mouth as the sweat gelled on my skin. Furthermore, I opened one eye and tilted my head up to see the Doctor leaning over me thrusting and panting. PENNY There was a tensing of her body and her small moans of discomfort turned to moan of pleasure. For a brief moment or three I found it harder to thrust inside her as her sphincter clamped tight around the dildo as she spent, but I carried on, thumping harder and harder and - uh! - harder into her unto the creeping red waves of sheer pleasure mounted and mounted, and I couldn't hold back anymore." God, you fucking little fuck! You gorgeous little cunt! Cumming! Making me! Making me cum! Oh, fuck! FUCK, yes! HHH! AAAAHHHH!"thrusting roughly my peak arrived, and I spent noisily and intensely, my hips slamming the last few times against her small soft body until I became still and flopped down over her back, planting breathless sweaty kisses on her ear and cheek and mouth." Mm, such a delicious little fuck... Such a good patient for the doctor... Hamm..." For several minutes there was silence in the room except for small moans and happy sighs and heavy breathing and the sounds of soft kissing." Mmhm, yes, so good. Such a good girl. Now I think I need to bathe you, get you all clean and pretty." Leaving her with a final long kiss I stood up and backed away, the long fat glistening silicon rod sliding out of her anus and leaving her hole pink and slack and gaping. I bent down and ran my tongue over it, pushing my tongue easily in and licking at her, no doubt the soreness of her muscle combined with the teasing tickle of my lapping would feel nice. Lower down the white dribble of her most recent spend stained her lower lips and thighs. I squatted and licked there too, lapping up her creamy discharge before leaving her bound across the bench and moving to the bath to close the plug and run in a nice hot mix of water. I added bubbles and left it to fill, returning to the bench and dragging her off it, pushing her down on her knees before me and tugging her head back by a fistful of her hair." Suck it clean,"I ordered her, staring down at her and thrusting the dildo at her face. Tessa was swimming in a sea of euphoria I had never experienced before. I think I was high if it was possible to become so after cumming so hard. Her words were a distant echo that I was barely able to register in my brain. I could make out that she called me a good girl and other praises. I ran my tongue over my lips, a quick movement of warm moistness. The sensation brought me back to my senses, just in time for me to enjoy my doctor's hot tongue teasing my poor abused anus. I heard myself sigh and relax due to her nice small massage. I trembled when she moved her attention to my thighs and ignored pussy. When she stopped, I heard water running. Looks like I was to be given a bath next. Yes, that sounded very good indeed. Just as I was relaxing with the idea, my hair was seized, and I was roughly dragged off the counter and shoved onto my knees with the used dildo hanging an inch from my nose. Quote"Suck it clean,"I had practiced doing this on the various dildos I had bought and smuggled into my room without my parents' knowledge. I licked the tip, tasting the salty cripple on the end. I parted my lips and drew the black rod into my mouth. Furthermore, I sucked off the juices and swallowed them. Furthermore, I bobbed my mouth back and forth, letting it slips and slide along my tongue towards my throat. I tilted my head upward slightly to stare up at her, hoping that she approved of what I was doing. PENNY Seeing her innocent eyes and pretty face looking up at me as she sucked on the dildo was wonderful. While I'm sure its more exciting for a man to have a gorgeous teen in this position, the lack of nerve endings in the dildo hardly reduced the excitement value of the experience for me that much. It was the submissive nature of the act, I can quite understand why it's such a big deal for men to have a girl kneel before them and take them into her mouth. After a few minutes I withdrew the plastic rod and bent forwards to coax Tessa up from her knees. It was fun having her do that but hardly a skill I needed her to practice!" Up sweetie a let's get you bathed." I untied her hands and led her to the large deep bath, big enough for two ... fortunately. I held her hand while she stepped in, and then I took off my shoes, stockings and suspender belt and climbed in with her, the dildo still filling me and sticking up rudely from between my legs. I sat down facing her and encouraged her forwards." Kneel astride. Push yourself down on me... I want you!" I said, wanting to take her properly and give her a nice soapy cuddle as we washed each other. Tessa"Up sweetie a let's get you bathed." The water was nice and warm, the heat sinking into my skin as I stepped into the warm heat. I sighed softly as I lowered myself into the warm depths up to my shoulders. When she called me forward, I was more than eager to slide myself onto her lap and fitted perfectly in her arms. I leaned against her allowing her to hold me against her as if I was her child. I would have dearly not have minded belonging to her like a child. Furthermore, I dared a small fantasy of her adopting me and living with her where she took advantage of me each night at bedtime. Furthermore, I dismissed the idea right away, knowing that it was quite impossible with my parents alive and well and not likely to give up their parental rights over me anytime soon. I sloshed water onto her shoulders, soaping up her fair soft skin. Her dry hair above the surface tickled the backs of my hands as I leaned forward to kiss her. My lips following my tongue against her mouth as I performed what she had taught me. PENNY We cuddled together, and I kissed her, slowly and deeply, enjoying her sensual girlish tongue and taste. I began to lather up her back and shoulders and down to her waist. I still wore the double dildo, and it stuck up rudely between us, pressing against her tummy." Are you still a virgin Tessa?" I asked between kisses." Would you like me to... take you? If you would, kneel up, kneel astride me. I'll help you push down. Do you want that?" Tessa Quote"Are you still a virgin Tessa?" I asked between kisses. "Would you like me to... take you? If you would, kneel up, kneel astride me. I'll help you push down. Do you want that?" When she asked me that, my womanhood ached with need." Yes ma'am. Please." Only my fingers have entered my pussy, in self experimentation. And I was very much looking forward to the real thing. PENNY"Well in that case..." I used no other words but drawing the nubile young girl closer I hugged her and kissed her again. At first our mouths remained open, and a little parted as our tongues played delightful sexy games for a while before the kissing grew much more urgent and moaning frantic, and I hugged her tightly, rubbing my hands over her soapy, slippery back and down to cup and squeeze her bottom under the water. We parted a little which allowed me to get a hand between us and onto her chest where I played with her small firm breasts, squeezing them and teasing her hard nipples." Uhnnnn-mmmm..." I moaned against her mouth as our kiss went on and on. I then put both hands under her rear and helped her rise up. One hand came round to the front again and gripping the large dildo I slid the business end of it between her lower lips, moving it back and forth at her slick opening to tease her. I moaned a little more." Ready?" I asked,"To become a woman...?" With the head of the fat dildo an inch inside her body I gripped her buttocks again and suddenly clutched her tight against me, my mouth again kissing hers and I thrust up strongly, tearing that small part of her that protected her interior and then pushing roughly but surely in, at the same time dragging her hips down until she sat down against my thighs fully impaled by some seven or eight inches of fat silicon pole. I squeezed and hugged her as the warm bathwater sloshed around our waists." Yes!" I encouraged, continuing to kiss and hold her,"Alright? Are you okay? You want to fuck Doctor Penny now? Go on, darling, ride me!" Tessa Quote"Yes!" I encouraged, continuing to kiss and hold her, "Alright? Are you okay? You want to fuck Doctor Penny now? Go on, darling, ride me!" My doctor was so intoxicating. She was becoming my drug, her mouth, flesh, and words my high. I lowered myself onto her. At first, I feared that it wouldn't go in, the bulbous end large, but it pushed past my outer and inner folds and tucked itself against my entrance. It slid in and kept slide in forever before it finally hit my cervix. It hurt of course, it was stretching muscle that had been tight with my virginity for years. My eyes water, but not with pain, but with ecstasy. I was finally living my dream of being fucked by a woman this way. I rode her, the water sloshing around our waists and my breathy gasps filled the room. PENNY The girl rose up, paused and sank down, impaling herself on the large rod with a sigh of ecstasy. I held her against me in a long tight hug, kissing her frantically and wetly, our tongues writhing in an intense battle of moans, gasps and thrusts. I began to shift under her, and she began to flick her hips and bounce up and down on the giant prong. It was big, maybe not as big as some black guys you see in those sorts of pornos but bigger than your average white guy I think, and the little girl was taking it deep, fully into her body with happy squeals of pleasure. As we began to move together the surrounding bathwater splashed and surged. Fortunately these hospital baths are very deep, and I'd not filled it too much otherwise we'd have made a terrible mess of the floor! As it was the bubbles helped keep the bigger waves under control as the little girl rode me, the double dong surging and pushing deep up inside me too, making me feel weak with pleasure. I tilted her back away from me, so I could lower my head and feast on her tight teen breasts, chewing and sucking at her nipples in turn, nipping one in my teeth and tugging it into a taut point before letting go and biting the other. We began to fuck more briskly and soon load girly moans and cries filled the room from both of us. I reached up behind her back, grabbed a handful of hair and tugged her head down exposing her throat which I kissed."God, you sexy little bitch, so good, so hot. You look so good! You like that nice fat girl-dick up you, don't you? Mucky bitch! Come, come for me, come hard you dirty thing! Ride my dick. Come on, come!" Tessa Quote"God you sexy little bitch, so good, so hot. You look so good! You like that nice fat girl-dick up you, don't you? Mucky bitch! Come, come for me, come hard you dirty thing! Ride my dick. Come on, come!" I had imagined this, but this was very different. It felt good, wonderful of course, but it felt different from what I imagine. There was slight discomfort as the thick thing moved with in my, and in my knees that supported my rising and lowering weight. But the pleasure far out weight any discomfort. Moments after she ordered me, I felt my lower body pulse and then release. I inhaled a long breath, filling my lungs to capacity to the point where breath wasn't needed. When I finally finished, I fell forward, collapsing into her arms, holding her as if she was a lifeline. The water cooled on my skin brining forward tiny goosebumps that made the surface of my skin tingle. PENNY MIDDLETONAfter Tessa reached her peak and collapsed against me, I cuddled her tight, and we snuggled and kissed for a while, slowly bathing each other in the sudsy water, fingers sliding everywhere to slip over hot wet flesh. We had been in the bathroom a while now and others would be wanting to use it so reluctantly I drew her out, and we shared a big warm towel to dry each other before I got a hospital robe for her and my own clothes back on for me. Tidying around the room I gathered my things and toys, so there was no evidence of our naughty bath time and I then led her back to her bed, tucking her in and giving her a quick peck on the cheek." Today has shown that you're making great progress Tessa. I think we will let you go home in a couple of days. Mind you, I think I need to pay a home visit or two on you later just to make sure everything is okay. Now though, get some rest, and I'll come y to see you later." With that I left her and went back to my other duties for a few hours.~*~THE END~*~

Tender Loving Care [Aragem & Haibane]|rating:1.0

Consider things from anther point of view (Queen Tink & HazySky)

It was the constant paranoia that worn him down. Everything had been fine until their daughter had been born, well mostly fine. Monica had always been a bit highly strung with a jealous eye, but it was like a switch had been thrown in her head and just exchanging a smile or a couple of words with another woman was enough to provoke a fit of temper soon to be followed by either the accusation that he was cheating or that he no longer found her attractive. He tried to get her to accept she had a problem and get some help, but that only made her more paranoid and her accusations and demands escalated. In the end it was the nanny that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Monica had insisted on hiring one so that she could go back to work at her law firm as soon as possible and had picked the woman herself. Sure, she was a pretty enough young thing and her taste in clothes was, well a little skimpy at time, bordering on inappropriate, but he wasn't the type to cheat. He intended to keep his promises to her until they were no longer married. It mattered to him that he wasn't the kind of man she thought he was. It was her accusations that he'd cheated with the nanny that finally made him see that there was no saving the relationship, that in spite of his best efforts she showed no inclination to break the cycle of behavior. He filed for divorce the next day, and she lost it and went to her mother's place in the country. On her way out she destroyed his wardrobe and trashed his den. Knowing what he was up against he hired a good lawyer and pressed for sole custody and was surprised when she did not contest it. He gave up the house, because his memories of it were so tainted, but that meant she had to buy him out. Naturally he kept the nanny on, because Suzie loved her and frankly he could use the help. The fact that it annoyed his ex that the girl was still around may also have played into his decision-making process. All in all given how bitter she had become it was all relatively civilized and stress-free and in sox months he'd found a new place and furnished it. Even when it was done he didn't move in though. He'd decided that he was going to wait until the day he signed the papers to do that. So that morning he'd given the nanny the spare set of keys and told her he'd be home once everything was done. He pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the wheels of his car and stopped in front of the garage. He swung the door of the car open and climbed out. Turning he looked at the squat bulk of the house, the wisteria scrambling across the facade, the dark blue door ajar ready to welcome him in. He breathed out slowly and drew in a breath. Reaching down he loosened a button on the collar of his white shirt. The evening sun was warm on his jeans. All his clothes were still very new thanks to Monica and her scissors. Suzie would be in bed and asleep. He would go and give her a kiss, let the nanny go home and sit down with a glass of something and maybe a cigar to celebrate. It was the first day of a new life in a new house, and it should be marked somehow. He pushed the door open and stood in the large hallway with the grand staircase and listened to the wonderful sound of silence that filled his home. Peace at last. (year old Jenny Tyler had been waiting six long months for this. She had come into the Peterson household about a year ago, when she had turned 18 as a life in nanny to little Suzie. Almost immediately, she'd found herself attracted to the father, Mark. He was older than her, but very handsome. Not to mention, she could tell that his relationship with his wife was strained. Of course, Jenny certainly added to it. Very intentionally, she might add. Any time Monica had gone off on a business trip, Jenny made her move. She'd change from an appropriately dressed nanny into a woman wearing very skimpy clothing, even lingerie, trying desperately to tempt Mark into bed with her. It had actually be frustrating to Jenny that he kept his distance. She'd really been trying. It even got a point where Jenny was openly flirting pretty hard with him in front of his wife. In truth, Jenny wasn't surprised when the two filed for divorce. She'd heard the fights, shielding and distracting Suzie to the best of her abilities. Luckily the child was young and might not even remember hearing those fights. Naturally, Jenny had heard Monica insisting that she be fired if Monica's husband wanted the marriage to work. Of course, it had come out that Monica had been having multiple affairs, a result she claimed was because her husband had been screwing the nanny. If only that were true. Certainly, Jenny had been hoping to seduce him, but somehow, he was resisting her charms. It was frustrating, honestly. She wished that Monica were right, if only because well, in the time Jenny had known him, she had known he deserved much better. Honestly, Jenny had sort of become a staple in the house. Monica was always too busy or too tired for housekeeping or cooking, so those duties fell on their lives in nanny. Heck Jenny spent more time with Suzie than Monica ever had. Another contributing factor in the failing marriage, aside from the perceived cheating, was that Monica had also become jealous of Jenny. Poor little Suzie never saw much of her mother, and due to that fact, she often called Jenny her mommy. Jenny hadn't taught her this, but the little girl saw more of her nanny than her own mother. Honestly, Jenny figured Monica preferred it that way. Monica had always been more career driven than interested in being a mother, as if she'd only had the child to make her husband happy. But then, Monica became insanely jealous of Jenny's relationship with Suzie. After all, for most of Suzie's life, Jenny had been her main caretaker. Mark was around, of course, but it lifted his burden to be able to play with her and not have to deal with the job of mothering his child. In many ways, Jenny had sort of taken over the role that Monica should have been. It was no surprise to Jenny that Mark had gotten sole custody with no fight from Monica. Monica had essentially given birth to Suzie, hired her, and then went back to working as if it was nothing. To Jenny, it seemed as though Monica hadn't wanted anything to do with her baby, and this had proved it. Now, finally, they had moved into Mark's new home, him having given her a small bedroom so she could continue to be a life in nanny for the child, not to mention he would need her more now than ever. He had a good career, but being a single parent was difficult under the best of circumstances. Besides, for her pay, Jenny cooked and cleaned for him. It was much easier to keep Suzie's routine the same, especially now that she'd lost her mother. Not that Monica had seen Suzie in the past six months anyway. After putting little Suzie down for bed the night they had settled in the new home, Jenny had left out a glass of bourbon on the counter for Mark. She figured he might need it. Then, she finally set her plans in motion. Jenny believed that Mark was noble, and had been resisting her advances because he was married, but as of tonight, he wasn't anymore. Jenny went to her bedroom and slipped on some very sexy, accentuating lingerie in black, and went into his bedroom. She laid on his bed, waiting patiently for him to come home, and finally they could have sex. She wasn't nervous as she waited, convinced he wouldn't resist her now that he was single. (turned and pushed the door closed behind him. Even now he was still getting used to walking in and not immediately being yelled it. It was a golden moment, a new start, a new house, a new life. Things were going to be different from now on. He was going to work less, he was going to do more with Suzie and around the house. He had been relying on Jenny to do all the cooking and cleaning and that really wasn't part of her job, not she was a bad cook or had complained, but it wasn't fair of him to expect that from her going forwards. He walked into the kitchen and tossed his keys down on the worktop and noticed the glass of bourbon set out for him. A kind thought from an attentive girl. Slipping his shoes off he padded through into the living room with its ample sofas and deep carpeting and walked over the windows to look out at the back garden. He decided to go and check on Suzie. Discarding his glass half drunk in the kitchen he made his way upstairs and into the nursery where his daughter was lying on her back covered with her blanket snoring softly like the little angel that she was. He bent over her crib and gave her a light kiss on her forehead. She stirred moving in her sleep, but didn't wake. He smiled softly and slipped back out of the room drawing the door closed behind him. He put his hands in his pockets and stood and listened to the quiet again. Furthermore, he frowned slightly to himself. It was odd that Jenny hadn't put in an appearance. Normally she was very attentive, coming to meet him when he got home, and he knew that the divorce hadn't been easy for her either. Monica had thrown her accusations and bad temper around quite liberally at the end and the poor girl had caught it in the neck a few times. He would have thought she'd have wanted to acknowledge the change with him, particularly given she'd set of the glass of whiskey for him in the kitchen, but now she was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she was busy doing whatever it was eighteen years olds did on social media or talking to her friends in her room or something. He shrugged to himself and went back downstairs, the stair creaking gently under his feet as he went back into the kitchen to finish his drink. It was a good fifteen or twenty minutes later that he noticed his phone was almost flat and jogged back up the stairs to get his phone charger from the bedroom. Jenny had remained conspicuous in her absence, but Suzie was asleep, so her time was her own, and he wasn't about to intrude on that. The last thing Mark was expecting when he pushed open the master bedroom door was the see his nanny stretched out sinuously across the bed in more black silk and lace than he had seen in a long time. His mouth hung open, the tumbler slipped from between his fingers and dropped to the floor, thumping off the deep pile carpet, the bourbon spilling out and soaking in." What the..." He mumbled in confusion. Waiting was literally torture for Jenny. She really thought tonight was the night she'd finally get what she wanted. Hell, she'd essentially been functioning as a housewife without the perks of sleeping with Mark. The last thing she expected was for Mark to come into his bedroom and immediately drop his drink and asking what she was doing. Had she read things wrong this whole time? Jenny sat up to stare at him as he stared completely shocked. Her face flushed. Jenny was arguably covered up enough that she didn't feel the need to pull the blankets on top of her, but she did feel awkward as hell." Uh..." Jenny stuttered, trying to come up with a valid explanation. There really wasn't one. "I guess I might have been misreading some things..." Jenny admitted awkwardly. "I thought you wanted me... Just that you were waiting to be divorced before you did..." Jenny explained awkwardly. "I haven't exactly hidden the fact that I wanted you... And I guess I thought you felt the same way. You're the one who let me take over basically everything. I've basically been a housewife without the benefit of having sex with you..." Jenny explained awkwardly." I don't know, I really thought that once you were divorced we'd just be together. I guess I believed your wife was right that you wanted me. Furthermore, I've been everything you deserved in her... Furthermore, I just wanted to please you, be yours. Furthermore, I love the life I have with you, Suzie already thinks I'm her mother, which I did not encourage, but you can see why she'd think that. Furthermore, I know you better than Monica ever did because I'm the one who's been here with you... Furthermore, I just thought that you were being noble, waiting for your divorce before you made me yours." Jenny admitted awkwardly. She finally got out of the bed and sighed heavily." I'll just... go. If it makes you more comfortable, I'll give you some time to replace me before I leave. There's really no coming back from this..." Jenny said sadly, realizing she had screwed everything up between them. She must look crazy to him, thinking she would become his. It had all been so natural between them, and Jenny had really thought he had wanted her as much as she wanted him. Hell, most of what she did wasn't her job, but she did it for Mark. To help him in the way Monica should have. Jenny guessed it was just crazy to think she actually stood a chance of actually replacing his wife. She wasn't special at all. Still, she stood there, wondering if he would say anything to her in response. Mark's words had been and expression of surprise and shock, not a demand for explanation. Of course, he had noticed that Jenny was very pretty and with body that had all the firmness of youth. Of course, he was aware that she wore more close-fitting and revealing clothing, but he'd always assumed that was just her age and personal taste showing. As for flirting, he just wasn't on the lookout for that sort of thing, not with a crazy woman screaming and storming round the house, not that he'd been good at telling when anyone was flirting with him in the first place. He'd just tried to be friendly and welcoming to reassure her that it wasn't a mad house, that she was doing a good job and all her hard work was appreciated and would be rewarded. Could that have been interpreted as flirting? He didn't know the answer to that, or to any of the other questions that were flitting through his mind, but he could tell that she was clearly upset and embarrassed, and he just felt awful." Wait..." He raised a hand and smiled at her. "Stay there." He crossed the room, opened the closet and pulled out his white fluffy bath robe. It was stolen from some posh hotel that had overcharged him. There had been two in the room instead of one, so he'd liberated it and taken it home. He opened it and slipped it gently around her shoulders to cover her up. Perching on the corner of the bed he patted the spot beside him and smiled at her reassuringly. Even as he did it he was trying to work out what he was actually going to say to her though." Look, Jenny, it's not that you're not very pretty and very sweet because you are both of those things. And it's not because that outfit you're wearing isn't very.... alluring, because it is. I have been... Let's just say that my mind has been elsewhere, and I wasn't expecting to, um, to find you here dressed like this. It was a surprise, a very nice surprise, but a surprise. Do you understand?" He paused awkwardly for a moment and smiled at her." You're such a sweet girl, and could have any guy that you want. You don't want me. I'm old, and I clearly don't notice what is right under my nose. I don't want you to leave though. Furthermore, I need you, Suzie definitely needs you, and we would both be lost without you. Neither of us would be as happy and healthy and well-fed as we are if you hadn't been here through everything that has happened." He paused, he was just thinking through the words, about how to find a way to let her withdraw with her dignity intact. Jenny raised an eyebrow as Mark told her to wait. He returned quickly and had her slip into a fluffy bathrobe. Could this possibly get any worse? Jenny didn't really see how it could. She sat beside him on the bed, now covered up as he spoke. This was awkward. Her nightmare, really. It wasn't often she was rejected, but this one stung. She'd gotten close to Mark over the year, and she felt intensely connected to him. She was clearly so wrong, but moving on wasn't going to be that easy. Furthermore, she'd grown to care for Mark a lot, and she loved little Suzie as if she were truly her daughter. Leaving was going to kill her, but Jenny couldn't stay, not after making such an advance and getting embarrassed. She felt so stupid." Then... why?" Jenny asked curiously. "You have needs too, needs you haven't had fulfilled in at least a year." Jenny insisted. As Mark continued, mentioning that she could have any guy she wanted, Jenny let out an annoyed scoff. "Apparently not." She mentioned. "Mark... I do want you. I don't care that you're older than I. Furthermore, I... I really like you. We've gotten close in the time I've been here, and everything I know about you just makes me want you more. You're an amazing, tender man." Jenny admitted softly. As he continued speaking, Jenny let out a sigh. She knew it was going to be hard for all three of them if she left, but she couldn't imagine a way she could stay. It was horrifically embarrassing for her, and eventually, Mark would move on, and it would hurt her immensely. This was so screwed up, and Jenny felt hopeless and hurt. She'd taken a chance, thinking he wanted her too. Hell, this was the first rejection she had ever experienced. "Mark... I can't stay. Not now." Jenny insisted. "I never should have gotten so attached. You don't want me, and Suzie isn't my child. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think you actually wanted me. I fell in love with this life. The way we got close and spent hours talking endlessly, the way you make me feel. The way I wanted to give you everything you deserved from Monica. I have feelings for you." Jenny finally said softly. It was such a weird awful and wonderful situation. On the one hand there was this beautiful, sweet, sexy girl in his room, on his bed in the kind of outfit that would make any red-blooded take note, and she was into him, which was wonderful. On the other hand there was the whole awkward situation that he had for so many reasons not seen things the way she had and that was awful." I am... Jenny, I'm so sorry. You know what I've been dealing with. Sex and romance haven't exactly been at the top of my list of priorities, and I am just awful at flirting and being flirted with. I am clueless." He said with a rueful chuckle, shaking his head and trying to make light of the situation." I mean, you came here, dressed like that, and I had no clue, no clue before I opened that door that you felt that way. I just... Furthermore, I like you a lot. Furthermore, I feel close to you too. What I'm saying is that it would never, did never occur to me that you might feel the way you do and honestly even if I had, I wouldn't have done anything about it yet. You know what Monica accused me of with you so many times. How could I have actually done that and looked you or her or Suzie in the face ever again." He trailed off, looking down at his knees." Could we... Would you stay with me? I'm not sure if I want to, you know... But we could just get into bed, lie together, see how that feels. Give ourselves a little time and space to get over this muddle and see how we feel at the end?" He suggested quietly. Jenny leaned in closer to Mark and sighed as he explained he didn't notice and that it wasn't like he'd been prioritizing it with everything else that had gone on in his life lately. "I know you wouldn't have. But it's finally over, and you're single again." Jenny pointed out softly. "You're such a good man, I knew you'd never actually cheat on Monica." Jenny admitted softly. Admittedly, Jenny wasn't upset that Monica was gone. Hell, Monica had basically ensured that she and Mark become as close as they were. It still bothered her though that he didn't want her the way she wanted him. And yet, here she was, giving into what he wanted because well, she wanted to make him happy still." I'll stay." Jenny finally agreed with a smile. "Do you just want to cuddle and watch something on TV?" Jenny asked curiously. "Are you sure you're okay with having me in your bed in your arms?" Jenny asked with a smile. At the very least, it was something, and Jenny had to accept what she could get with Mark. For now anyway. If he never felt the same way about her that she felt about him, there was going to come a day when she had to leave and stop letting herself live in a fantasy where he might want her back, or even love her, ever. It wasn't what she'd gone to his room expecting and at all, he knew that and asking her to stay wasn't fair at all, he knew that, but at the same time he didn't want to just send her away. It wasn't like he didn't have any feelings for her, or was completely indifferent to her female charms, he just wasn't where she was. Furthermore, it was way less than she wanted or deserved, but it was something, right?" Yes, I want you to stay, and it would be nice to be held, actually. It's been a while since I've even had a cuddle to be honest. I could do with it and there's no one else I'd rather do that with." He smiled, trying to make her feel a bit better about the whole situation and to talk up what he'd proposed a little."TV is fine." He got up, reaching for the remote and turned to switch the TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed on. It flickered and sprang to life the volume already turned way down, but he wasn't really paying it any attention. Turning back to the bed he put the remote down and then sat down and swung his feet up on top of the duvet. He leads his head rest back on the pillows and then taking a breath he patted the spot beside him. She came to join him, curling into him and to his surprise it didn't feel strange or strained it just felt... It was just easy. She tucked in like she belonged there, her hand on his chest, her knee on his hip, her head in crook of his neck, his arm around her shoulder. He glanced down and was caught looking at her." Hey..." He said quietly, smiling at her. Something had shifted, changed, he could feel it, but he wouldn't for the life of him been able to explain it in words. He nipped at his bottom lip, the TV murmuring unnoticed to itself in the background. He had caught his gaze and he couldn't look away from her. Furthermore, he swallowed aware that his robe was hanging open showing a lot of bust and bare skin garnished with silk and lace." Hey..." He repeated stupidly, his hand stroking slowly across her shoulder, his fingers pushing under the collar of her robe to touch her skin. It was honestly a little strange how Mark had managed to convince her to stick around. It wasn't what she'd wanted, but in truth, Jenny would accept that she had to take whatever she could get from Mark. He mentioned he actually wanted to cuddle with her, which was surprising. After all, they'd been close together before, but this was different. Although she certainly could understand needing the most basic of human interactions. Just cuddling wouldn't be so bad, Jenny realized, because at least she got to be in his arms. He turned on the television and then relaxed on his bed before patting the spot beside him. While a little awkward, Jenny soon found herself curled in close to Mark. It wasn't awkward or complicated between them in the slightest. Honestly, Jenny felt more at peace than ever before just being in Mark's arms. But then again, Jenny had wanted anything she could get from him for a while. Before long, Jenny noticed that Mark was staring at her, not the TV. He drew her attention with a simple hey, and Jenny couldn't help but smile back at him. He bit his bottom lip in that sexy way she often saw when he was lost in thought. Jenny giggled when he said hey again, as if stumbling for words while staring. What she didn't expect was for him to start getting just a bit more hands. Jenny could sense that something had changed between them in this short time. Mark was suddenly staring at her like he could finally see her, but for now, Jenny didn't want to rush him. Her hand stroked his chest softly, almost absentmindedly as he stared and slowly began to touch her too. Mark was everything she wanted, but she also knew that doing too much would be disastrous, so instead, he would have to initiate things, if that was his intent. It was all so confusing. Was it because he'd always been attracted to her, or was it just because she'd all but thrown herself at him that he was finding himself drawn to her? He struggled with that thought as he looked deep into her dark eyes. Her hand moved slowly on his chest as she looked back at him. He swallowed hard and smiled. He couldn't just kiss her. Furthermore, he couldn't just make a move having not fifteen minutes before knocked her back, could he? That wouldn't be right at all, would it? The robe pushed back showing the bare curve of her shoulder and she was so warm and reassuringly heavy pressed into his side. He couldn't just kiss her, even if he wanted to, but equally he couldn't get the thought out of his head, not when she was laid half naked against his side like she was. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead and smiled at her. Then he dipped forward, deliberately going slow, telegraphing his move so she would have time to avoid it or stop it if it was not what she wanted. Jenny couldn't help but smile up at Mark. She felt so at ease with him, and she had to admit that the way he was staring at her was the way she'd always wished he'd look at her. He kept pushing at her robe until one shoulder was now exposed, and Jenny couldn't help but feel excited. The way he was looking at her combined with how he was slowly exposing more of her body to him had her convinced she would get what she'd wanted, if she could be patient. It had been a while for Mark, and she couldn't push him to go too fast. She'd learned that already. She let him kiss her on the forehead tenderly before he suddenly changed course. Jenny grinned as he slowly moved in, before happily kissing him back once their lips had met. It was amazing. Jenny's heart raced in her chest. She seriously hoped that this wasn't the only thing Mark wanted to do with her tonight, because honestly, it wasn't enough. She wanted so much more already. The kiss was light and sweet. It felt like the perfect antidote to all the venom and toxicity that had been hurled at them for so long. He felt like a diver who had been swimming up to the surface for so long finally breaking the surface and gulping down fresh air. It was as their lips parted that he knew it wasn't enough. One kiss wasn't going to satisfy the feeling stirring inside him now. He brushed her nose with his and leaned in to kiss her again, his hand slipping from her shoulder, lifting slipping under the robe to curl into her side, pulling her a little closer as he rolled onto his side to face her properly, the TV was now completely ignored, flickering away to itself. If Jenny had cared, this whole situation could be seen as a whirlwind. One minute Mark had been denying her what she wanted from him, and the next they were getting closer and kissing. None of that mattered to Jenny though. All she knew was that finally, she was getting what she wanted. Before they kissed again, each kiss getting even more passionate, Mark pulled her in closer and rolled so they were now face to face. At this point, the TV was completely ignored, and the two of them were wrapped up in passionate kisses. It was, admittedly, very hard for Jenny to avoid the urge she was feeling to undo his pants. No, she had to let Mark take this at his pace. If he wanted to go further, he could undress her first. Honestly, Jenny didn't want to do anything to screw this up. She couldn't push him too far too fast, despite how much she wanted to. The kisses were just as soft, but there was a need, a hunger behind them that could not be easily sated. Each brush of their lips they seemed to linger for longer. His hand was stroking her side now, sliding back and forth over her skin, but the robe was getting in the way. He lifted his hand fumbling it back, pushing it aside and running his hand along her exposed side. He glanced down, the sharp black of the lingerie contrasting with her skin, highlighting her curves, pushing up her ample bust. It looked simple, but he knew enough about such things to be sure that it could not have been cheap. His eyes flicked up to hers again as his hand went to the shoulder of the robe, pushing it and the sleeve up her arm. Clearly he intended to get the thing out of the way, to let her show off what she had chosen, bought and worn for him. He kissed her, his tongue flicking against her lips, the desire for her growing ever stronger in him and making him bolder. It looked very much like Jenny would get exactly what she had wanted and hoped for from him after all. This was quickly evolving into exactly what Jenny had wanted. She was consumed by Mark's attention now. Every little thing he did turned her on more and more, not that she hadn't already been wanting him for months. Each kiss lingered for longer, and his hands were exploring her. The need between the two of them for one another was definitely becoming more obvious, and Jenny knew she was going to be getting her way tonight. It was as if the act of the two of them cuddling had made Mark finally see her for the woman she was. The woman who wanted to satisfy his every need. Between kisses, Mark slipped her robe further up her body before Jenny slipped out of it entirely. He was staring at her like a man possessed, but this was exactly how she wanted him. She wanted to question it, but at the same time, Jenny didn't want Mark to snap out of this moment. Their tongues tangled as they kissed again, with Jenny wrapping herself even closer. She could already feel his cock growing hard with it pressed up against her exposed leg. "I thought you might like me dressing up for you." Jenny said between their hot, passionate kisses. The robe lay beside them, fumbled off and discarded as their kisses became more and more eager and their caresses more bold. She pressed into him, and he held her there, his arm around her waist. Her leg slid up and over his, and he knew she would feel the bulge there. He swallowed, a flicker of doubt running through his mind. Was it wrong of him to be taking what she had offered so soon after he'd unintentionally knocked her advances back? Her words pulled him back before he could get lost at that moment of self-doubt though. His eyes ran down over her curvy body, again appreciating its youthful perfection and just how good the lingerie was at drawing the eye. He left his hand along her smooth thigh, up the curve of her hip, along her side and out along the rise of her breast." I wasn't expecting it, I admit that, but it is quite the view, and I am very, very appreciative of its splendor now." He said quietly, rolling his palm down to curve into and feel the heft of her breast." Jenny, I know what I said before, but... I want you. I want you so fucking bad." He said, his eyes lifting from her gorgeous body to her dark eyes. It was going to happen, they had both known that it would for a while, but he wanted to come right out and say it, admit his attraction to her, his newly discovered need for her. Jenny's whole body heated up as she felt Mark's obvious need. This was definitely happening. Something had overtaken Mark when they'd laid together, and he was now obviously aching for her the same way she had been for him. None of it mattered anymore now. Mark was about to give her everything she'd wanted from him for months. Maybe that was horrible, or maybe Monica had been right to suspect there had been something between Mark and Jenny. Either way, finally, they were going to have sex. His hands moving over her body made Jenny let out soft moans, loving the feel of his hands exploring her body. Especially when his hands went to massage her large breast. It was literally everything she had ever wanted. She blushed as he said that her body was a great view, and he liked it a lot more now. She almost couldn't believe this was happening when Mark had just turned her advances down, but his hard cock pressing up against her made that impossible. Her body ached for him, and Jenny was more than ready. "I know. I want you too." Jenny said, as if it hadn't been obvious she had been wanting her boss for some time. At this point, with official confirmation that Mark was attracted to her, wanted her in this way, Jenny stopped being so patient. Her hands went to his pants, unbuttoning them eagerly. She was still wearing her lingerie, but she figured it wouldn't be long before they were both admiring each other's naked bodies before they were deep in the throes of passion. "I can't wait..." Jenny said breathlessly. "You know, you had to point out that you're an older man, but I bet you're more experienced than the boys I've been with." Jenny teased with a smile. She definitely hoped that this was going to be the best sexual experience of her life. It wouldn't be long before he was inside her, showing her how a real man fucked a woman. The soft noises she made as his hands began to explore her were very reassuring to him, another reminder that she'd wanted this moment to happen for longer than he'd been aware of it all. At the moment he certainly wasn't about to complain at the attentions of this younger woman, and they were definitely on a slippery slope and gathering speed. Her reply to his admission was underscored by her hands reaching for the wait and of his jeans, tugging his shirt out and pulling at the buttons. He let go of her but only so he could pull enough buttons on his shirt undone to fight it off over his head and throw it away from them. Then he was lifting his hips pushing his feet down into the bed to help her snake his jeans down his thighs. Pressing his hips into the bed and lifting his feet squirming and kissing, he fought them off and kicked them away from him. With a firm tug he pulled her back against him, only the cotton of his boxers and the silk of her panties between them as their hips pressed together." Well, I can't claim to be a master or anything, but I've been around, I know a few things." He said playfully. "I'm certainly not a boy and I take meeting my lover's needs very seriously." His arms were round her waist holding her against him, his hands sliding down the back of her panties to squeeze her buttocks." I guess you'll have to try me to decide if I'm any good or not." As Mark worked to get his shirt and pants off, Jenny pulled her lingerie top off. At the moment, she couldn't help thinking how much easier it would be if she had just been waiting on his bed naked. But then it might have been even more awkward at first. Right now however, Jenny wanted desperately to be rid of her clothes. There didn't need to be any more barriers, she was wet and ready for Mark, and he was hard too. She needed this more than she'd realized. The only clothing left between them now was his boxers and her panties, their hips pressed together in a teasing way that just made Jenny moan. "I don't know how much longer I can wait, Mark." Jenny said almost begging. The sensations she was feeling, the way his cock was only separated from her by a few pieces of fabric was almost too much. She smiled at his words as he mentioned he'd been around, and liked to make his lovers happy too. He squeezed her butt, making Jenny let out a loud moan as he mentioned she'd have to try him and decide. She giggled in amusement at that. "Oh, I'm planning on it." Jenny teased. She leaned in and kissed him again rather passionately before pulling away. "What are you waiting for?" Jenny asked playfully. "Speaking of taking lover's needs seriously, is there anything you want me to do? Maybe suck you off? Anything you want to do to me?" Jenny asked, though she was more than ready to have him inside of her. Jenny leaned back, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and drop it daintily to one side, leaving those wonderful heavy breasts of hers completely exposed. In spite of their size they were surprisingly pert and firm. Although he would have hesitated to admit to it Mark had always been fond of girls with larger breasts, an area in which Monica had been a notable failure. He shivered with delight as Jenny's ample cleavage swayed gently as she moved and then pressed up against his now bare chest as she snuggled back into him. Their hips were pressed together firmly, his bulge pressing against her slit, and it was very, very obvious what both of them wanted. He chuckled with delight at her saucy reply to his teasing and met her kiss eagerly. What was he waiting for? Normally he'd have tried to take things slow at first, but now he didn't want to wait. He wanted to hurry, to rush to indulge. He pulled his hands back from her delightful rear and began to push her panties down her legs." It would be rude of me to ignore an invitation like that from a lady." He said playfully as they slid down to her knees, low enough for her to work them off. He would lift his hips, helping her to the same for his underwear, leaving them both naked, his now released shaft resting between her legs, pressed into one of her thighs." Soo... How are we doing this? Who is, you know, on top?" He asked, not wanting to make an assumption, but equally not wanting to wait an instant longer than necessary to have her. Jenny giggled as she heard Mark. It was kind of cute how they were still acting like friends in spite of the fact that this was more than that. They were joking and playing around with each other despite their obvious need. It wasn't much longer before Mark had gotten her panties down her legs before she kicked them off. He was single now, so thankfully it really didn't matter where her underwear ended up. Jenny happily helped him get his boxers off, allowing her to finally see his cock in all its glory. Damn, she was even more excited having seen it." You know, I kind of thought you'd take more control. You decide where you want me." Jenny said softly. "Besides, we can always change positions if you want." Jenny reminded him. "Come on, Mark, don't make me wait any longer." Jenny begged softly. He was just trying to be, well, a gentleman, and he wasn't offended by her reply. He chuckled and kissed her." I was just trying to be nice, not to make assumptions. It is the twenty-first century after all." He smiled, but at the same time his arm tightened around her waist and tugged her round to lie on her back. He rolled over, smoothly nudging her legs apart with his knee to make room for himself. Furthermore, he seamlessly shifted his weight onto one forearm, reach down with his other hand to grip and guide himself. God, he hoped she was aroused and wet or this was going to be awkward all over again... The tip of his cock nudged between her folds and sank smoothly in, enveloped by her warmth and wetness as he pulled his hand back and with a smooth thrust of his hips drove deep into her pussy and came to rest for a moment. He kissed her, purring softly in obvious enjoyment at this new moment of intimacy between them, but the slowly, gently he began to move, rocking with his body and his hips, taking his weight on his arms as he gazed down at her. Jenny couldn't help but smile at Mark. He was still so sweet and tender. How Monica had ever thought it was a good idea to lose him was beyond her, but Jenny knew she wanted everything he had to offer her. "Oh trust me. When I want to ride you, you'll know. We have plenty of places in this new house we can have sex, after all." Jenny reminded him playfully. They kissed again as Mark moved her so she was underneath him. After that, it took no time before Mark was gently thrusting his cock into her, making Jenny moan loudly in pleasure before he even got the whole thing into her. Already, Jenny knew she was going to get addicted to the feel of his cock inside of her. She kissed him back, loving the sound of pleasure he was making just being inside of her. It never even occurred to Jenny that they weren't being careful, she was enveloped by her deep desires and passion for the man. He slowly began to move, and just as naturally as it had been for Jenny to be in his arms, she was moving with him, taking all of his cock as deeply as she could, and moaning loudly. "Oh! Fuck! Yes, Mark!" Jenny said his name breathlessly, loving the feeling of their bodies moving together. It was better than she'd been dreaming about. Heck, nothing could compare to this moment, with the man she'd wanted for so long inside of her. It was all so smooth and easy. Cuddling giving way to caressing and kissing, which lead just as easily to making love. Any thought of the awkward moment or whether why they were doing what they were doing had faded from his mind the moment he felt her wrapped around him. It had been a long time, almost a year since he'd been with Monica, and they had been exactly active much before that and Jenny felt so different, tighter, wetter. Penetrating Monica had taken copious foreplay and even then it was like picking a dry lock to start with. Jenny just welcomed him on, drew him home and clenched tight around him with a gasp of pleasure. He began to move, thrusting and rolling his hips trying to remember how to feel for and reach some of the sweet spots for her. He was just a touch nervous in truth. Jenny had doubtless been building this up in her head, imagining and fantasizing about this moment, and he had to try to match her expectations at least a little. He need not have worried though, because just as easily she began to rock with beneath him adding another layer of bliss for both of them. He laughed, surprised at hearing her swear out loud of the first time as she got caught up at the moment." Such naughty words from my nanny's pretty mouth! I don't know what to say." He teased, lowering his head to rub noses with her and exchange a gentle kiss." Does that mean she likes what she feels? Will she be coming back for more?" He teased, the bed starting to creak gently in time with their movements. He pushed himself up on his elbows, firming each flick of his hips, slowing and lengthening the drawback, shifting and slowing their rhythm just a little. This was good, real good, and he'd don't want to just rush it and be done not when he knew he could draw it out a little longer if he was careful Everything about this was just so natural, so easy. Jenny had never really done the whole being friends before having sex with someone, but now, she could see the appeal. Jenny was soaked, which certainly made it easier for her to take Mark's big cock. She'd never really been with a man of his size, but damn, he knew exactly how to hit all the right spots. She was a moaning mess, unable to keep her cool as their bodies moved together so easily. This was bliss. Everything about the two of them naked, making love was exactly what Jenny had always dreamed, and better. She hadn't expected to enjoy Mark so much, but here he was, rocking her world. The bed even began to creak, and Jenny found herself quickening the pace between them just to hear the bed hit the wall from each of his powerful thrusts. They were rocking the bed and Jenny knew she was hooked. She couldn't respond to his comment about her cursing before he kissed her. Jenny moaned out as soon as they broke the kiss, and smiled at his words. "Oh I never doubted I was going to want more than one time with you." Jenny said happily. "I am loving how it feels being with you. I could do this forever, without ever-growing bored with sex with you." Jenny admitted honestly. "After this round, can I be on top? I have the feeling you'd love watching my tits bounce as I ride you." Jenny suggested with a wink as he slowed down, clearly intent to draw out their intense feelings. He slowed even more, the creaks from the bed fading away as he did, but he never stilled entirely. He could tell she was enjoying herself without her even saying it, but hearing it out loud was a nice ego boost all the same, as were her soft moans of pleasure. Furthermore, he'd never got more than a squeak out of Monica no matter how hard he tried, but Jenny clearly wasn't his ex.*Getting greedy are we?" Thinking about dessert before we've finished our main course?" He pushed up onto his elbows and then up onto his wrists, giving his hips more room to move, and he let their rhythm speed up again, the bed creaking in complaint the headboard thumping off the wall as their bodies began to slap together." Maybe... Depends on if I'm allowed to play with them... and squeeze that delightful rear of yours whilst you're doing it." He teased, gasping the words between thrusts. Damn she was good, so tight and wet. In spite of himself he wasn't going to be able to resist the urge to just give it to her until one or both of them came. It felt just too damn good being inside her. Jenny was definitely a very vocal woman when it came to sex. She loved the way men loved knowing they were making her happy. She giggled and blushed dark red as he teased her about getting greedy. "In my defense, I've been waiting a long time to end up in this position with you." Jenny teased playfully, despite knowing that Mark was very much enjoying fucking her. His cock fit perfectly, hitting all her most pleasurable spots with ease. Mark was rocking her world, and she was already addicted. When he finally spoke again, Jenny smiled. "You can do anything you want to me." Jenny said in a seductive purr. As if it hadn't been obvious when Mark had come home, Jenny was all his. Jenny let out a happy moan as Mark brought her closer to release. Admittedly, she didn't want to, she wanted to hold off and cherish this sexual experience as long as she could. After all, it was the first time she'd actually gotten to be with the man she had been wanting for almost a year. The headboard of the bed was gently bumping off the wall and the creaks of complaint from the frame were constant now as they rocked together so perfectly, so sweetly. His eyes were locked with hers as they moved faster and faster, the soft slap of skin against skin marking each time their bodies met firmly. Sweet and perfect as it was it could not last and with a low purr of delight he reached his peak. Instinctively he thrust into her one last time, burying his hard length into her soft folds. The purr grew louder as he felt his seed pulsing into her and then his body was relaxing, and he was aware of just how fast his heart was beating, how he was gasping for air, and he could feel the sweat on his back as the strength went from his arms and he dropped against her."Oh, God!... Jenny..." He panted. "That was... wow, that was good." Jenny moaned loudly as she couldn't contain herself anymore. She came hard, moaning passionately and screaming his name in pleasure. Jenny could hardly believe it had been so good. He fell on top of her, making Jenny smile. "That was even better than I thought it would be." Jenny admitted happily. It was so raw, passionate and psychical. Jenny felt closer to Mark than ever before. Everything about what they had just done had felt so right, so easy. "We're kind of great together." Jenny mused softly, before kissing him again. He lifted his head in time to accept a kiss from her eager lips. He chuckled at her words and nodded in agreement." We really are. That was... You blew my mind." He said, rolling off her and flopping into his back beside her. He had felt a definite pang as the physical connection between them broke, and he couldn't resist reaching out to tug gently on her hip, urging her to roll back into him again. The room was sufficiently warm that they could just lie together on top of the covers without getting chilly and that was exactly what he wanted. It just felt so good to have her there skin to skin with him. His hands stroked idly back and forth over the curve of her hip. He still couldn't quite believe that this young woman wanted him and had done for quite some time, and he'd never even noticed until now. He was clearly simultaneously metaphorically as blind as a mole and also the luckiest guy in the whole world. Jenny couldn't help but smile as she heard Mark's words. "Did I now?" Jenny said teasingly. Their connection was broken, and before long, Mark had pulled her back up into his side as he stroked her hip. It felt so nice just being with him in any way. Honestly, it seemed like Jenny wouldn't be getting much use out of her private bedroom after this. She could spend the rest of her life in bed with Mark, having sex or not. But damn, he was especially sexy to look at. She leaned in and kissed him again, before starting to stroke his cock idly. "I'm so glad you want me. That was well worth the wait." Jenny said softly. "You did and you know you did. You were here, you heard the noises that I made." He shot back playfully, glancing down to let his eyes run over the flow of the curve he was caressing. He still couldn't for the life of him understand what she saw in him when she could snap her fingers and guys would come running, but he wasn't about to question it. The vague uneasy feeling that he wasn't sure if he'd responded to her seduction because he had always been attracted to her, or because he knew she'd let him stirred in his stomach. He tried to shake it off, turning his head, twisting his body to face her and leaned in to kiss her softly, his hand continuing to caress her hip. He purred softly, his lips parting, his tongue flicking lazily against her lips. It was early, and he was nowhere near sleepy yet, and he had desire to move from right where he was now. Her hand ran down his side and slipped down to curl around his shaft, lifting and starting to stroke it. He chuckled softly, shifting closer, his hand in her hip curling into her buttock to pull her in closer." Once not enough for you?" He teased. "Or do you just want to see if the first time was a fluke?" His hand ran reverently over her buttock and down her smooth thigh as his cock began to stir in her fingers." You did promise to ride me. I could go for that." He murmured. Jenny giggled at his words. "I know, but well, you know. You're more experienced than me. You might have had better." Jenny reminded him softly. Everything about tonight had gone surprisingly well. It had started out rocky, sure, but then, Mark gave her what she wanted. And it was arguably the best sex she had ever had in her life. She was pulled in even closer as she stroked his cock, with it already stirring back to life for her. "Oh Mark, once will never be enough for me. I'm going to wear you out each and every night from now on." Jenny said seductively. "I think you've forgotten that you deserve lots of hot passionate sex." Jenny reminded him softly. Once his cock was good and hard again, Jenny moved to get on top of him. She lowered herself down onto his hard dick and moaned passionately. Before long, Jenny began bouncing up and down on his dick, her tits bouncing with her as she moaned loudly. God, she loved the feel of Mark's cock in her. It was a perfect fit, almost as if it had been made to be in her, and Jenny would gladly take his cock anytime he wanted. "Well in this case I haven't, and I'm certainly not going to be looking elsewhere." He smiled, leaning in to rub noses with her and exchange another quick kiss. He laughed at her remark about once never being enough and began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, rubbing his stiffening shaft through her stroking fingers." I guess I better start getting early nights from now on then and working out more, keep my energy levels up." He said playfully and chuckled again at the next remarks."Oh, I'd definitely forgotten that. You'll have to get me used to it again, break me in." He purred. They rolled as one, his hands on her waist steadying her as she straddled his waist and leaned forward over him, her ample breasts swaying and hanging down beautifully as she lifted her hips, feeling between her spread legs. He nipped at his bottom lip as her hand wrapped around him again, and then she was pressed down, guiding him back into her wet, tight folds. She leaned back slowly, letting those perfect round buttocks of her settle on his thighs. He gazed up at her, and she just looked so beautiful and so sexy, she absolutely took his breath away. Again he had the pang of incomprehension as to what she saw in him, why she looked at him the way she did when she could have anyone. She smiled at him, her eyes soft, and he leaned up on his elbows, smiling back as she leaned forward and began to move slowly. He trailed his fingers up her thighs, up her sides and cupped her heavy, gently swaying breasts." Damn, you look good, sweetheart." He purred, his thumbs teasing her nipples as she began to ride him faster, his eyes drifting half closed with lazy pleasure, the poor bed starting to creak gently again beneath them. Jenny smiled at his words. Well, she should hope Mark wasn't about to go looking for another woman when he already had one he lived with, willing to fuck him as much as he wanted. It felt so right, so good being in bed with Mark. Especially knowing that Monica hadn't given him a good time in a long time, and Jenny got to be the one to get him back in the saddle so to speak. "I'm glad you like being with me. Monica's loss is my gain, and I love the way you make me feel when you're inside me." Jenny said softly, kissing him back. She was addicted to even his kisses now. Mark was the best thing that had ever happened to her, even if it did take over a year to finally have him for herself. "Hey, at least now you have an excuse to come home on time. You've got a sexy little slut waiting to fuck you at home. And she doesn't like being made to wait longer than she has to." Jenny said happily. "Oh, I will. We're going to have sex all over this house." Jenny reminded him." God, you are so fucking handsome. I'm so attracted to you Mark." Jenny said hotly before moving in and kissing him passionately. Jenny's moans got louder as Mark played with her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. Her sexy, skilled man knew exactly how to make her putty in his hands, despite the fact that this was only their second time having sex. But then again, they were closer than they should have been for two people who hadn't been sleeping together, so it made sense that Mark knew her well. She blushed as he mentioned she looked good, and then smiled. "I'm happy you like the view. You're the only man I want to see all of my body like this." Jenny said between moans." Oh, fuck, Mark!" Jenny moaned out, feeling even more pleasure now as she rode him hard. His cock felt so good as it rammed into her harder with each bounce she made. The bed was rocking and creaking, but Jenny didn't care. She was having the time of her life riding Mark's big cock. "Fuck, babe, I could fuck you constantly. Your cocked is so damn good! It's like having the time of my life every single time you're inside me. Like it was meant to be in me." Jenny said’m through passionate loud moans. She was so glad the baby slept through the night now, because she didn't want anything to interrupt her time in bed with Mark. Fuck, he was the best dick she'd ever had. He laughed at her words about having a reason to come home."Oh, I was planning to starting working from home anyway to see Suzie more. I guess I'll have another reason now." He chuckled, lifting and kneading her breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. He leaned up planting kisses on them." I will be doing my best to satisfy her needs, and I am definitely christening every room in this house with her." He added as she bounced and swayed above him." I do. I fully intend to buy expensive things to make you look even more beautiful and sexy, mustn't forget that word too." He purred." I don't intend to share that view, or anything else come to that." He said, letting his hands run down from her breasts, round her hips to squeeze her bare ass. He laid back watching her breasts bounce and sway freely now his hands were no longer supporting them. It was a hypnotic sight that only added to the intense pleasure her pussy was giving him as it squeezed and milked at his shaft." God yes... It's like you were med fade for me." He groaned, which was not something he could ever have imagined saying and actually meaning, but they physical and emotional connection they had was just electric. He felt so gloriously alive. Jenny couldn't help but smile as she heard Mark. "Oh, well that's nice. I love it when you're home. Even just to talk to you. You're great company." Jenny said happily. "I'm sure Suzie would love for you to join us on our outings. We were planning on going to the zoo tomorrow." Jenny said softly. "I love taking her places. I miss that childlike wonder you only have when you're a child. She's so great." Jenny said softly. Jenny kept moaning, happy that Mark was planning on christening his new house with her too. He was amazing, and she was very much addicted to having sex with him. Even kissing him drove her crazy with lust and desire. He kept talking, insisting on spoiling her, which made her blush as she was called sexy. The only thing Jenny could think, other than how amazing she felt, bouncing on Mark's cock, was that Monica had really lost someone special. Mark was such a good man, one who spoiled his lovers, and his kid. Monica had really thrown all of that way, but hell, Jenny wasn't going to. Mark was incredible, and she didn't ever want to lose him. It didn't take long before Jenny was once again reaching her peak and cumming on his impressive cock while moaning out his name. His agreement that she was made for him couldn't have felt more true at that moment. Mark was doing things to her that no man ever had, and he was seriously the best sex she'd ever had. She kept bouncing happily, moving in to kiss him again. She stroked his chest, loving the feeling of being so intimate with him. "You're really incredible, Mark." Jenny could hardly believe her luck. She'd not only found her dream job and a child she considered her own, but she'd also wound up with the man of her dreams. She only hoped that one day, she'd get a happily ever after with him, that one day Mark would be willing to remarry, have a family with her. He was everything she'd ever wanted. Not to mention, they made a very attractive couple, and Suzie looked like she could belong to Jenny. After all, people already tended to come up to Jenny when she and Suzie were in public mentioning she had a beautiful child who called her mommy. Mark was becoming aware just how taken Jenny was with him and just how much he must have missed in terms of her interest and flirting with him. In all fairness though he'd had other things on his mind, just surviving day to day and making sure that Monica's spite and anger didn't reach Suzie for a start. The thought that any eighteen-year-old, let alone the attractive one living in his own home might have the hots for him had been that last one in his mind. He would still probably have been surprised at just how far she was daydreaming of a possible future with him at that moment. His hands tightened on her hips, slowing her youthful enthusiasm a little, guiding her to not just bounce up and down, but to curl and rock her hips, to graze her bud against him at the base of each thrust, and he lifted his hips to meet hers. Pushing up on his elbows he nuzzled into her breasts, planting kisses all over her nipples and then gently drawing one into her mouth and beginning to suck on it. Clearly Jenny made up in enthusiasm anything she lacked in experience in the bedroom, but he had the feeling that she would be a quick and willing study to anything he tried to teach her. Even that little bit of gentle tutelage from him was enough to make her moans deepen, her cheeks flush and her pussy clench even tighter around him, which left him groaning and purring with pleasure too. Her cries of pleasure and the knotting of her pussy were more than he could resist as she continued to ride him, and he pulled her down against him. Letting her nipple slip from his mouth he leaned up and kissed her even as his seed was filling her folds all over again. Their kiss broke and between pants he grinned up at her."mmm... Not a fluke... We're good together." He said with a chuckle, his hands relaxing on her hips and starting to caress her naked body as she leaned into him."mmm... Very good." He breathed. Jenny's moans got louder as Mark nuzzled into her breasts eagerly. Before long, he was sucking on her breasts. God, it was so hot. Mark was way better than anyone she'd ever been with. Not to mention, there was never any awkwardness about being with him. Usually, with new sexual partners, it was awkward until they learned how to best please one another. But not with Mark. Mark just... it was perfect. Not a single thing felt wrong about being with him. She kissed him back happily as she felt his hot seed pulsing through her. God, it felt so damn good." Did you have to convince yourself it wasn't a fluke too?" Jenny teased softly, before moving and laying beside him in his arms. "You know, I've never had anything this... easy. Being with you is just... natural. There wasn't any awkwardness, just a friendship that very easily transitioned into being lovers." Jenny said happily, cuddling in close to him. "I really love how easy it is to be with you." She slid off him and rolling onto her side tucked herself into him. He curled his arm around her waist, his hand idly stroking her bare back, just enjoying the bliss of the afterglow to its fullest." No, but in science you have to be able to repeat an experiment and obtain the same result to be able to draw a conclusion. This is very promising, but I think we'll need a few more repetitions to be able to conclusively prove out hypothesis that we are hot together." He teased, giving her side a gentle squeeze." Yeah, it's just easy... I mean, I guess we knew each other, liked each other, cared about each other first. It's not like we're strangers, so we had a foundation to build on already." He said thoughtfully. He let his hand slide lower and gave her butt a gentle slap." Come on. Let's get a quick shower to freshen up and clear up all these clothes that are scattered about the place. Just because we get to see each other naked does not mean that we get to start being messy now." He said playfully, but he made no real attempt to make her move if she wanted to stay where she was snuggled up to him. Jenny couldn't help but giggle when he mentioned science and needing to draw a conclusion. "Mmm, I'm sure we'll have plenty more time to... experiment." Jenny teased softly. She loved hearing Mark agreeing with her. It seemed perfect, honestly. It had never been so easy or perfect with any other guy she had been with, but Mark was." Mmm, but I kind of just want to stay here and just sleep in your arms." Jenny murmured softly. "Besides, it's not like I can't clean up in the morning." Jenny reminded him softly. "It's kind of part of my job at this point. Taking care of you and sweet little Suzie, the house, cooking. I love everything about being a version of a housewife for you. It might have started out because we became friends and I thought you needed all the extra help with everything going on, but I think in the midst of it, I kind of found my dream life. Although, the sex is a great bonus." Jenny admitted. "My point is, I want to make your life easy. You are an outstanding father, but you've got me. I don't want our life to change, especially now." Jenny pointed out softly, staring up at him. Mark gave her a gentle squeeze. A shower was hardly a priority right now, and it was very cozy just having her close like this. If Jenny didn't want to move her wasn't going to make her. He listened to what she had to say and couldn't help but smile at how sweet and innocent she was." Bless your heart. I was always very grateful for what you did and all the extra chores and jobs you took on. I have not been an outstanding father though. Furthermore, I've been a distracted one, and you know that's true, because if I missed you flirting with me, I certainly wasn't giving Suzie all the attention and care she needs either, was I? No, I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about that, but I have to try harder for both of you and I think will be a lot easier now I don't have to handle Monica and all her stress. Look, I don't want things to change either. I don't want you to stop doing any of the things you have. Suzie and I would have been lost a long time ago without you." He said quietly, looking down at her and smiling." I think you should probably move out of the spare room though, when you're ready. If you want to." He added. That felt like a change that should be recognized and accepted. Jenny couldn't help but smile as she heard Mark. "That's not true." Jenny pointed out softly. "Mark, you were a good father to Suzie." Jenny reminded him softly. "You did miss that I wanted you, but you did the best you could for Suzie. That's admirable. You just didn't have time for a girl who wanted you." Jenny reminded him." Honestly, I'm scared you won't have all that much time for me. All I really did was try to create a stable household, for you and Suzie. She didn't need to hear you two fighting..." Jenny pointed out softly. When he spoke again, Jenny raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's not... moving too fast for you? I don't want to just be a rebound to you..." Jenny said softly. He smiled at her as continued to try to make him feel better about his less than perfect attempts at being a father, but he knew that there was always room for improvement and that was what he was going to aim for." We'll have time. We'll make time." He said gently, giving her waist a gentle squeeze." You did a great job. She's a bright, happy girl because she's had you in her life. You kept her safe and away from all of that. I don't think she'll even remember it when she's older." He could see her response, and it made him question his own thought. Perhaps he was being a bit impulsive, but at the same time it didn't feel right for her to be in the spare room and working as his nanny. That was... It felt like he was paying her for the relationship somehow, which didn't feel good or right at all." Well I... I can't... You can't be my girlfriend and my nanny at the same time. That's not right. It's not fair on you, or Suzie. So, I guess what I'm saying is that I think you belong in this room as my girlfriend, not as my nanny. You want to keep the spare room as your own space and keep your clothes and stuff there I don't mind at all, but I just didn't want you to think that I was just after the sex, that I didn't want you too. That you don't matter to me." He explained thoughtfully." What I'm saying is that you're welcome in here, in my love, my bed from now on. That's what I'm saying." Jenny smiled when he explained that he would make time for their new relationship. It was nice to see that Mark was okay with their relationship and his own life. He was an amazing man, and she loved it. At his next words, Jenny giggled. "I'm not a prostitute." Jenny teased. "God, you are so sweet." Jenny said, moving to kiss him passionately. "MMM, fine. I'll move in to your bedroom. Ours... I guess." Jenny said happily. "I don't think it's just lust between us. We've got so much more between us. I care a lot about you." Jenny smiled." I'm surprised you were so quick to label what we have, given all you've been through. But I am happy to be your girlfriend. I think we've got the makings of something really special." Jenny said happily. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just saying that I don't think it would be right for us to be together and for me to keep paying you to look after Suzie at the same time. That's all I was saying." Mark said gently." I mean, I don't know what else you'd call what we have, do you? It's not a friends with benefits thing. Like you say it's not just lust. You're not my mistress, because I'm not married or in another relationship. We're nowhere near partner. Girlfriend isn't quite right I suppose, but it's the best fit of the words we have, imperfect though it is." He said thoughtfully, resting his head back on the pillows." I'd say we definitely has potential in the bedroom and out of it. We already make a pretty good team after all." He agreed." It will be interesting to find out." He added with a smile. Jenny sighed as she listened to Mark. "You're perfect at putting your foot in your mouth." Jenny teased. "But we are just seeing where it goes. It's probably best if I stayed in my own room, at least until we figure out where this is even going." Jenny pointed out softly, getting up and collecting her clothing from around the room. After that, Jenny headed off to her separate bedroom and grabbed her pajamas, a tank top and mini shorts, before heading to her bathroom to shower. The house was nice, with two master bedrooms, one of which was Jenny's. She got lost in thought as she showered. It wasn't right for her to be in his bedroom, that was certain. Not when neither of them truly knew what they were doing together. As he watched her grabbing her things from where they were scattered around the room he knew he'd screwed up. He'd been trying to do the right thing, and instead he'd messed up real bad. Whilst part of him wanted her to stay, he didn't feel like he could ask that of her when he'd clearly just offended he, so he let her go. He was determined to make it up to her though. He had trouble sleeping, the guilt and confusion at the whole situation gnawing away at him and so when he woke early, he knew immediately that he would not be getting back to sleep. Furthermore, he knew what her morning routine was, so rallying the forces of one-hour delivery he managed to put together a little something that he hoped would make up for he'd done. Making his way quietly downstairs he met the delivery men at the front door and then made his way into the kitchen. By the time she came down to make coffee, having checked to see if Suzie was awake yet or not, she would find him standing over the hob, his worn old apron tied around his bare chest and waist, cooking his famous buttermilk pancakes. Resting on the counter were half a dozen red roses." Morning." He said, glancing up as she came in. "I made you breakfast, so I hope you're hungry. I'm sorry about last night. I said something stupid, and I wasn't trying to be. Furthermore, I just, I messed up, and I'm sorry. You've had longer to think about all this and work out how you feel. I got flustered. I was trying to do the right thing by you, that's all." He said apologetically. Sliding along the counter he picked up the roses and offered them to her." Forgive me?" He asked quietly, but sincerely. Jenny slept a little restlessly after her shower. But really, it was kind of her fault. She'd been hoping for things to happen for a long time, but Mark wasn't anywhere near ready for her to be much more than a sex toy really. Jenny had to resign herself to that fact. No matter how quickly she wished things could go, it wasn't reality. It wasn't realistic. Either way, she didn't love being patient with a man she loved. The next morning, Jenny slipped out of her bedroom in her pajamas. Her first stop was to go check on Suzie, who was amazingly, still asleep. Sometimes Jenny wished she could be as blissful as this sweet baby girl. She was a toddler, already walking a little bit, and ever curious. Today was going to be fun, they were going to go to the zoo. Jenny loved taking Suzie out to see the exciting things a child could love. She wandered into the kitchen to make the morning coffee, Jenny was surprised to see Mark, mostly naked with an apron on. The image made her wonder if he was usually like this around his wife. Well, when the relationship had been good. Jenny moved closer to him as he spoke before smiling. "Mark." Jenny breathed out softly. "Don't. Don't apologize." Jenny said softly. "It's my fault. As much as I might have a vision of where this might go, it isn't fair to think you'd know what you truly want with me. Not yet. You only just got used to the idea of having sex with me... I can't expect it to go any further. I just have to be happy with what I've got." Jenny admitted. "But the fact is, you're right. I'm not your girlfriend or anything else for that matter. I'm just a girl you slept with. Furthermore, I could be a literal stranger to you, catching you at a time when you needed what I had to offer. It's fine." Jenny said, having thought about it overnight." You have nothing to be sorry for." Jenny reminded him. "Are you going to be able to go to the zoo with us today?" She asked, changing the subject. "You're probably right that I haven't figured all of this out in my head." He admitted. "But you're wrong to think that you're just some girl and that it was just sex. It wasn't and you aren't Jenny. If I was only interested in sex I could get that elsewhere. Just... Be patient with me. We're not going back to where we were before last night and I do want you in my bed in my room. I just, I'm not ready for labels like girlfriend yet. Do that make sense?" He asked, putting the roses down and turning his attention back to the pancakes before they burned. He glanced back up at her, smiled and nodded when she asked about going to the zoo." For my two favorite girls I will make time to go to the zoo." He said, his voice softening noticeably. He slid the pancakes from the pan onto a waiting plate, drizzled with a little maple syrup and garnished them with strawberries before offering the plate to her. Jenny smiled as she listened to Mark. It really wasn't fair how he was so sweet. She moved in closer to him and smiled. "MMM, fine. I'll move my things in later today." Jenny said with a smile. She leaned in and kissed him passionately. "I'll try harder to be patient with you." Jenny said when she pulled away. She picked up the roses as he went to focus on the pancakes. "I do love roses. You chose well." Jenny teased playfully. Jenny set them back down as he handed her a plate. She wasn't used to Mark being the one to cook. She took a bite and let out a soft moan before swallowing. "Who knew you were such a good cook?" Jenny teased. It felt like they'd patched things up and that she understood his issues and accepted them. Equally, he was doing his best to understand the headspace she was in and to accommodate it. She took the roses and smelled them for a moment, before setting them down and accepting the plate of pancakes when he offered it to her. Her reaction was exactly the one he'd been hoping for." Well, you like to cook and you always get to the kitchen first. It's not like I've had a chance." He teased gently, wiping his hands and then pouring some more batter into the pan to start another batch." I'm just glad that my cooking skills aren't too rusty." He smiled." I make a mean chili too by the way, but I didn't think that would work well for breakfast." He said with a chuckle. He shook his head and glanced down before looking up at her again." Did you sleep OK?" He asked quietly. As she ate, Jenny smirked. "Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who was so consumed with work to avoid your personal life." Jenny teased softly. She kept eating as he cooked. It honestly did surprise her that Mark could cook, not that it was a bad thing. She laughed as he mentioned something about chili and it not being appropriate for breakfast. "Maybe not, but I don't always mind not having breakfast for breakfast." Jenny said softly. "I can't wait to see your cooking skills. Not that I mind cooking most of the time." Jenny said softly. At his question, Jenny raised an eyebrow. "Did you?" Jenny asked curiously. "I slept okay, maybe not as good as I would have in your arms." Jenny teased softly. "I did miss you." Jenny said with a smile. She blew him a playful kiss before smiling. "Yeah, but I can't think of a world in which I'd want Chili for breakfast ever." He smiled, glad they seemed to be patching things up." Work until I dropped or get screamed at for nothing. It was a real hard choice." He rolled his eyes and flicked the pancakes over in the pan to brown on the other side."Yeah, I slept OK once I got to sleep. It just took me a while. I didn't like how we left things, but I didn't have the no following you was a good idea." He said with a reflective shrug of his shoulders. He was looking down at the pan, but when she said she missed him he glanced up and looked right at her, an as mile lighting up his face." Yeah... I missed having you there too. Which is weird, because you'd never been there before." He said with a thoughtful chuckle and shake of his head. Lifting the pan off the stove he slid the pancakes onto her plate and garnished them with Strawberries and syrup once more." I guess... I know a good thing when I feel it. At least I hope I do." He said quietly. Jenny giggled at his words. "But have you ever had chili with like eggs?" Jenny asked curiously. In her world, adding eggs to anything worked to make something breakfast. She didn't say anything to his next words, knowing fully well he had a valid reason to work constantly. She hoped that would change, if only because Jenny never meant to make what they had something bad." You could have..." Jenny said softly. "I think it's going to take some time for you to see I'm not going to blow up on you." Jenny admitted. Their relationship was complicated, that was obvious, but it didn't need to be. It was all still new, and they didn't even see it the same way at the moment. His next words had her smiling before he continued and insisted he thought he knew a good thing." I think we just work. It's easy and great, being together." Jenny agreed. She got up and smiled before moving in close to him. "I think we've got something good." Jenny agreed, smiling and hugging him. "I've heard your theory about adding eggs to anything makes it into a breakfast. I haven't and going to go out on a limb here and say that I don't think chili and eggs would be a good combination." He said, wrinkling his nose up in mock distaste." It's not that I think you're going to blow up. I know you're not... I'm still getting my head around a bunch of things. That's all. I don't want to go back to where we were, and I know you're a good thing. I know it's not what you're hoping for, but I hope it's enough for you for now?" He asked tilting his head to one side to look at her as she finished eating. When she came and hugged him he slipped his arms around her, drew her in close and squeezed her gently. He smiled down at her and then stooped to kiss her. As their lips met his hands began to creep down her back, sliding over her waist to stroke over her buttocks and then to curl under her thighs. He lifted her, sliding her up onto the counter so the height difference between them almost disappeared. He pushed her thighs apart, slipping into the gap as he kissed her again, flicking his tongue lightly against her lips." We have a few minutes until she wakes... We could have a little fun... Christen a room." He said with a playful smile and a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Jenny giggled as she heard Mark. He was intent on his ways, that much was obvious. She couldn't really change his mind on this matter, but it was okay that they disagreed. They were different people, who just happened to always get along. "It is enough for now. I know you have to get your head around it." Jenny said. Before she knew it, Mark was kissing her and then lifting her up onto the counter, making her giggle happily. He slid her legs apart and Jenny immediately let her hands wander his chest eagerly. It wasn't like Mark had to try very hard to turn her on, as evidenced by how wet she had become just from the idea of his words. "Mmm, we definitely should." Jenny said with a happy smile. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to be fucked on a kitchen counter." Jenny teased happily. Not that Jenny would admit that most of her fantasies involved sex with Mark in various places or positions. And it certainly didn't help that the sex they'd had was so good she craved more of it." When we get home from the zoo and I put her to bed, I'm planning on sucking your dick. You didn't let me last night." Jenny reminded softly. "It is? Well then we definitely have to do our best to make that dream come true for you don't we?" He remarked quietly, his fingers trailing slowly up and down her bare thighs as they leaned into one another, and she stroked her hands over his chest. Reaching round he pulled the knot undone on the apron and tossed it down in the counter. He wasn't going to need it anymore and for what they had in mind now it was only going to get in the way. His hands slid under her top tracing up her sides and cupping up under her firm breasts as he snatched another deeper kiss from her lips." Later. When she's asleep you can have whatever you want." He whispered, his hands sliding back down, his fingers digging under the waistband of her shorts." Lift you hips for me Sweetheart. We don't need these in the way." He murmured, giving them a gentle tug. Jenny couldn't help but smile as she heard Mark. She couldn't deny that she loved this version of their life better than when they were just close friends. His apron dropped before his hands found their way under her shirt. She happily kissed him back before he pulled away to speak. "Well then, it's a good thing we're taking her to the zoo. It'll wear her out." Jenny teased softly. At his words, she did as she was told, lifting her hips so he could pull off her shorts and thong. "I could definitely get used to this." Jenny said softly. "We're so much better this way." Jenny said, leaning in and giving him a passionate kiss. He slid her shorts and thong off in one go and dropped them on the counter on top of his apron. He ran his hands down her thighs, thumbs trailing lightly, lifting her legs and tucking them around his waist. At the same time he stepped back slowly so she would slide rough to the edge of the counter, giving him the easiest possible access to her sex. He leaned in meeting her kiss. His hands running back up her thighs, up over her top to press to her breasts again as he flicked his tongue teasingly against her lips. Jenny let out a soft giggle as Mark pulled her to the edge of the counter. She wrapped her legs around him as he leaned in and slid closer to her. Jenny kissed him back happily before letting out a soft moan. She got as close as she could, drawing Mark closer to her. He allowed her to pull him closer, but not too close. With her balanced right on the edge of the counter it meant that he was going to have to do the lion's share of the work and if she drew him in too close he wouldn't be able to do that. So he let her tug the bulge in his boxers against her exposed sex and then rocked his hips, rubbing himself against her for a moment as their lips locked and tongues tangled. Then, aware that they only had a few minutes and recalling from the night before that she seemed to get turned on pretty easily he drew his hips back and inch or two and began to nudge his boxers off his hips, wiggling them down until they dropped at his feet and his cock was able to bounce and bob free. Stepping back he wrapped his hand around his shaft and pushed the head between her lips and began to thrust up slowly into her folds. He purred as he felt her heat again, her thighs tensing against his hips and he kissed her passionately, flicking his tongue deep into her mouth as inch by inch he glided into her. Jenny was, admittedly, very happy their lips were on one another's. If partly because well, she couldn't necessarily be as loud as she wished, especially when Marc thrust into her. Her body arched, and she moaned against his lips. He began to thrust slowly, making her moan as she moved with him as much as she could without falling off the counter. "I swear, I'll never tire of you." Jenny purred out softly, before kissing him back just as passionately. God, she really did love Marc, even if it was something new for him. At least the sex was clearly great for him too. Mark made a soft, happy noise as their lips met, followed a moment later by their hips brushing together. She was just as hot, tight and wet as he'd remembered and with her slightly above him there was the most delightful edge of pressure that had not been there last night. He ran his hands slowly up her silky thighs as she arched into him, pressing those perfect breasts of hers against his bare chest, and they began to move slowly together." We'll see about that. You've only had me for one night and not even all of that." He teased as their bodies slapped together softly, his hands settling on her hips helping her keep her balance teetering as she was right on the edge of the counter top. He leaned into her, pressing her breasts against him even more, as he sought for her lips again. Resting his forehead against hers he grinned at her." This is a much, much better way to start the day than a mug of coffee." He breathed." I don't know about you, but I could get used to this."

Consider things from anther point of view (Queen Tink & HazySky)|rating:4.0

Fading Light (Jdrake, Stormkitten)

FADING Lighten Epic Adventure to Save Existence(the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Arch trees and Everlasting Dragons. Their scales were stone, their breath was fire, and their lives were eternal... endless, deathless, unstoppable and cruel. Nothing else could survive on the surface but them, for they would jealously protect their world.(( then there was Fire and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Deep underground, a light kindled... The First Flame. It's power shaped the world, its heat warmed it, driving back the darkness and the fog. Deep beneath the world, the Fire began.(from the dark, They came. They found the Souls of Lords within the flame, reaching into the fire... and taking its power for their own. The first of the Gods.(the First of the Dead... bearer of the Lord Soul of Death. The Witch of Health... Bearer of the Lord Soul of Life, and her Daughters of Chaos.(the Lord of Light, and his faithful knights. (the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten.(the strength of Lords, the Gods challenged the Dragons. But the dragon was truly immortal. (Then Death the Scaleless betrayed his own... and betrayed their secret. It was the scales of stone that made them immortal. Without them... they were no strangers to death.(( mighty bolts of Lightning and Sunlight peeled apart their stone scales. (Witches weaved great firestorms. NATO unleashed a miasma of death and disease, introducing them to the Everlasting Dragons... proving the lie of their name. (Death the Scaleless was all that remained, and the Age of Dragons was no more.(began the Age of Fire. The Age of the Gods, from their great city on the mountain, Nor London. The Gods ruled with a steady hand.(not even the most glorious empire could last forever. The flames began to fade, and soon only Dark would remain. Only embers burned, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen carriers of the accursed Dark sign. Yes, indeed. The Dark sign brands the Undead... marking those whose soul is destined to suffer, never to die. But Lord Gwen saved us, yet again. He threw himself onto the First Flame, rekindling it, rekindling the entire Age of Fire. And ever since, men and woman have followed his noble example, saving the world again... and again... (world has forgotten how long as passed... how many times the light has faded and returned. Es, indeed. It is called Gothic, where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge. In venturing north, the pilgrims to the First Flame discovered the truth of the old words:"The fire fades and the lords go without thrones."(never make it.(the link of the fire is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing the old Lords of Cinders, the mightiest Lords to Link the Flame, return... rising from their graves...(Saint of the Deep... The Devoured of Men. His form a soft, bloated mass, nearly formless, oozing, corrupted...(Undead Legion, the Abyss Watchers, who would bury a kingdom at the first sign of corruption...(the reclusive lord of the Profaned Capital, Form the Giant... Only, in truth... those Lords abandon their thrones... And the Enkindled will rise, to do their task... Accursed Undead, unfit even to be cindered. And so it is, that ash seeker embers... Akira(female Race: human Status:Assassin Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons: daggers, throwing knives Armor: Leather armor, pieces of plate Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hideaway - AssassinAkeira couldn’t believe it had come to this. Civil war. Pain. Betrayal. She never had seen it coming… not from her prince. And she certainly couldn’t have imagined that they would lose. But it had happened. Her side of the war lost… unarguably, and completely, and there was really only one hope left to save the world. She needed to kill her prince. Kill the prince she had been part of raising, had served and protected for twenty years. Betray the house that she had served for longer than the stones that made of the castle had been together. And she certainly had never expected to fail. She screwed up her pretty face as her Leon Leonard grabbed her legs and straightened them underneath her, tying her calves of the fountain rim. Beaten by the three traitors, beaten and abused, trussed like a hog at a feast, her torso was now slightly slanted downward with her ass high in the air. She blushed as she realized her position, with her shapely legs straining at the unnatural position, revealing every delicious curve. Sex had been infrequent for Akira for some time… as a Hunter, it had never been a major concern of hers since she had found her purpose in this life. That had been before Prince Gothic, however… Now, she was painfully aware of what her captors saw. Her ass, beautiful with rounded cheeks and toned muscles, thrust up for view, and her ass and pussy lewdly exposed. She jerked in her bonds with a start as someone slapped her ass and that traitor Bushido spoke. "Just the right height for fucking." "Time to get some of what the prince has been getting,” Leon laughed. The High Priestesses lapdog leered at her with a cruel glint in his eyes. “You picked the wrong side bitch.” “Get it over with already,” said a third voice. Feminine, ice-cold. Krimshalda, the Crystal Seer. One of the treacherous masters of the Grand Archives that had sided with her prince in his great betrayal. It was her magic that defeated Akira, made her helpless. “Have your fun before we deliver her to Gothic. But don’t be too rough. She’s injured, and we can’t risk her dying. It would undo all our hard work in capturing her.”“Yeah, I know,” Leon said with a roll of his eyes. “Just want to give her a taste of pain first.” The whip came out of nowhere. Bushido… it had to be. A fellow hunter. She was being whipped by a fellow hunter, the traitorous bastard. She grunted as the first belt landed across her slender shoulders. A gasp escaped her as her lower back took the next lash. Another gasp as she was struck across her exposed ass cheeks, seeming to send hot nails into her flesh. Whack! Whack! Whack! All three of them had whips now. They were surrounding the assassin and were pummeling her mercilessly, sending her body bucking and thrashing in her bonds in pain, incoherent sounds coming from her mouth in the growing agony. It felt like she was being flayed alive. Anything, her mind cried, anything to make them stop. The pain seemed to reach a plateau, an unbearable level where the beating became a dull background to the constant throbbing agony in her body. Then it suddenly skyrocketed, and blackness clouded her vision as a whip slapped wetly against her cunt, sending sharp shards of pain lancing through her body and mind. Again as agony flared through her groin, making the pain in the rest of her body recede into a dull ache. Her voice felt raw… she must have been screaming. And when the belt lashed against her pussy a third time the agony blinded her for a moment. "'Whip that cunt!" she heard vaguely through her own screams, and then "I've got to have me a piece of that pussy!" and suddenly the whipping stopped and hands were gripping her hips. Fire still lanced through her pussy as she jerked away from the cock pressing insistently at her whipped opening. She screamed again, her voice deep and raw, as Leon forced his cock head deep into her cunt. It felt like a spear of fire impaling her tight hole. Her wail petered out into a grunt as he forced himself all the way into her, his hips slamming painfully into her tenderized ass. Raped, she thought dizzily, raped brutally, mercilessly. Beaten and raped. She felt like she had been torn apart down there as he began taking short stabs into her, grinding his cock inside her, finding her moisture deep in her pussy and spreading it around to give himself a better ride. "Fucking tight as a virgin. Sweet and smooth," she heard the huge warrior say through the haze of pain and humiliation. Her head was jerked up violently by her hair. "Give me that pouty little mouth of yours, slut," Bushido snarled as he pressed his cock against her lips. Her mouth opened with a grunt as Leon slammed hard into her pussy and the treacherous Hunter’s cock slid into her mouth, distending her lips. He forced it quickly down her throat, bruising her nose painfully with his pelvis, and then began brutally raping her mouth. It was a nightmare of pain, her whole body shaking with tension, sweat standing out on her smooth skin as she trembled in agony. Finally, the pain began to recede as they worked up a rhythm, fucking her face and cunt like they were driving posts into her with hammers, driving into her violated body evenly, prolonging their pleasure. Her brain could no longer sort out the overwhelming sensations being forced upon her body. Her pussy was a burning mass of swollen flesh, swelling even more under his pummeling, while her face and throat were sharp jagged edges of sensation. She wasn't thinking anymore, she couldn't think. Her whole body was just a piece of raw sensation. She must have passed out, because she woke up with the taste of cum in her mouth, hearings nearby words she couldn’t understand. She was still bound on the edge of the fountain. Everything still hurt. She couldn’t process the words, but she could hear the voices of the three warriors who had defeated her. They were nearby. They intended to deliver her to the traitor prince, lock her away… someplace she couldn’t interfere. Take her out of the equation entirely. If they did that… everything she believed in would be lost. Akeira could barely move… but she could move just… just… enough. Just enough to topple part of her body off the rim of the fountain… and cause her head to drift beneath the surface of the shallow water. She would be back. And she would save Gothic from himself… even if it killed him. Before any of the three noticed what she had done, before they saved her, Akira opened her mouth and breathed in deeply. It hurt. She thrashed uncontrollably, oh by Gwyn it hurt so much… But not for long Kara(female Race: human Status:Gladiator. Sport Fighter. Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons: hand to hand Armor: leather, hide Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideKeyara (Gladiator)Kara wasn’t a whore… no matter what the men said. Once she had been a fighter. She remembered that much, even if her memories were starting to go. She was starting to Hollow, and she knew it… but it was hard to keep her identity in the life she had been forced into. Vaguely, she remembered a path… she had been a Knight. She had fought for a cause, with companions. She had been a champion. Now she couldn’t remember what cause had been so important to her. Who she had fought with, or against, or when or where she had done it. It had been such a large part of her… and now it was all gone. All that was left was the struggle. The violence. And the inevitable rape at the end. Keyara hefted her axe, testing its weight as she stared at the metal door in front of her. She didn’t remember if she had ever fought with an axe before, but it seemed comfortable enough in her hands. In just a few seconds, that door would open, and there would be something weighting to fight her. Someone, or something. There would be a crowd waiting for her, watching. All the strong ones were subjected to this… it was to break her, Kara felt sure. All she needed to do was give up, stop fighting, give into the life here, and she would be free. But it wasn’t to be. She fought to the death over and over and over again, and was reborn as were all who shared her curse… but the times she didn’t manage to die fighting were even worse. Then she was inevitably violated for the entertainment of the watching men. It would be so easy to give up. To just stop fighting… But it wouldn’t be her. There was precious little memory of the undead woman’s life left… and she wasn’t going to let it go. She had a purpose, even if she could no longer remember it. She would not give in. The door opened, and the cheers of raucous, raping men swarmed over her. They had plenty of women in the audience with them, being used as playthings as they watched the fight. There were more of them here today than there had been last time… if she remembered right, anyway. This one must be extremely entertaining… A dragon. Memories flooded over her. Once, she had ridden on a dragon’s back. Fought from it. Journeyed with it. She couldn’t remember why, or what they had done… but she remembered the creature. Amaranth, its name had been Amaranth. Keyara couldn’t remember if it was living or dead, now. The Dark sign emblazoned on her thigh ached as she fought to remember, even as the dragon roared. Kara’s eyes narrowed as she raised her axe… Gaelle(female Race: Human Status:Merchant's daughter Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor: cloth Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideGhaelle (Merchant's Daughter)The world was changing, and Gaelle didn’t like it. She didn’t like it one bit. When this settlement had first been built, it had made sense to her. A town of the cursed, to live together, take care of each other… give each other purpose. When one died, the others would prepare their body… drain them of blood, mummify them, do everything they had learned to slow the resurrection. Form new connections to replace those that had faded when they had begun to hollow. Everyone knew on some level that it was a delaying tactic, that eventually they would go mad, eventually every did… but it was enough that no one spoke of it, that everyone focused on what they could do. Then the Cathedral of the Deep starting sending their evangelists. The Cathedral had loomed over the settlement in the distance since before Gaelle had come to live her, but only rarely had anyone been by. Mostly, when she saw any of the sanctified men and women passing through, they were monks on a pilgrimage. Eventually, even that had stopped. Years had passed. And then the evangelists had come. Corpulent, masked, and loud, they had moved through the down, preaching the faith of the deep… preaching the dedication to the Saint Aldrich. Someone about them was off to Gaelle, something sinister… but the others didn’t see it. They were fascinated by the preachers, and the way they spoke of the ending of the Age of Fire, and the coming Age of the Deep Sea. They burned the bodies instead of bleeding them like they had been taught, and everyone watched the fire dance, nearly 24 hours a day now. Gaelle couldn’t leave… she was responsible for taking care of her father. He was nearly gone, she knew… he hadn’t sold anything in years, but every day he still got up and stocked the store, moving the same pathways he had for years. He didn’t eat anymore, not unless she made him. Furthermore, he rarely slept unless she took him to his bed. Her father was sick, but there was still kindness to him, still an occasional smile. He knew her, most of the time. That was enough. It was worth preserving. And she tried, so hard… until she saw the Evangelist take the boy. He was young… it was cruel to be cursed with a Dark sign so young. Maybe only twelve when he had stopped aging. She had seen him around many, many times… but the evangelist took the child and put him in a cage with three others. They were being taken to the Cathedral… and no one was doing anything to stop them. Something was wrong here… this wasn’t holy, she knew it. No one would stand up to them… so that night, she snuck out and broke open the cages. Then they had all fled into the night… But one of them had caught her. They had argued if she was good enough for Aldrich or not. The things they said about her… In the end, however, they decided that she wouldn’t do for a sacrifice. Instead, they pushed her down into one of the corpse pits. The ones filled with the non-quite dead… the ones that barely remembered anything anymore. She fell into them like a sea of flesh… and she found, to her horror, that what she had been told was true. There was one thing all men remembered… they remembered how to breed, how to use a woman, the pleasure of having one to yourself. Surrounded, packed in, captive, she was surrounded by hundreds of them, packed in too close for her to struggle, to move, to fight, to flee… and soon she was sandwiched between two of them, her holes spread wide around the pair of them white a dozen more grabbed at her, pawed her skin, tried to pull her to them to fuck instead. It seemed like the rape had been going on forever. No one here listened to her. It was likely none of them even understood speech anymore. Certainly none of them spoke. She didn’t need to eat anymore, couldn’t starve… but the rape had been going on more than long enough that she was painfully hungry, completely famished. It could have been going on for hours. Days? Weeks? Certainly not months… Years? She had to get back to her father. He was relying on her. He needed her. She held onto that thought, as he numbed holes were fucked again… and again… and again… and again… Cenobite(female Race:Status:Bandit Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor: leather. Hides Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Life was looking up… ever since she had taken one of Mother’s fingers. Once, Cenobite had been a mere bandit. A highwayman, or woman as it was, working with a few companions who only betrayed each others occasionally, murdering travelers or hollows that seemed to still have a bit of life to them. Taking their souls. That had kept her sane… for the most part, anyway. Even then she hadn’t been able to remember her parents, or where she was born, or where she had learned to fight, or why her swords were exotic and curved compared to the straight blades of her companions. She had a vague memory that she had come here from somewhere else, once… but long ago, too long ago to be remembered. It wasn’t enough. Over time, she lost more and more… and as the kingdom fell further and further into ruin, there were fewer and fewer to prey on. Fewer and fewer souls to steal. She didn’t remember killing her companions… but she had. She could still feel the bits of their souls inside her. She didn’t remember being defeated either, but she could feel the cock in her, stretching her out. The man holding her by the shoulders, fucking her furiously, banging her body against the rocky ground as he did. She could feel the man’s nails digger into her skin, could feel the sharp rocks cut her ass. That she remembered. Cenobia remembered his face, too… or the lack thereof. The golden mask he wore, the faint traces of a scare at the edges. She could remember that she couldn’t fight. She could see her arms, but couldn’t feel them. They had been hacked off. She was helpless. That should have bothered her, but she was too far gone… too hollow to feel fear. She fought away. She was overcome. Furthermore, she was raped. She remembered the warmth as he finished inside her, the way she felt hollow when his cock pulled out. But she remembers remember him getting off of her. It was funny the things you remember, and what you let go. She didn’t remember him getting up, or pulling up his pants, or starting to walk away from her. But she did remember getting to her feet, armless, and lunging after him. She didn’t remember being knocked back to the ground, but she remembered ending up there. She remembered getting back up, lunging at him again. Furthermore, she remembered his laughter. Getting up again. And again. And again. Eventually he had stopped laughing. And she remembered his words.“Strong,” he had said. His voice was a rasp. “So strong. Leonard. His name was Leonard. She had thrown herself at him again. “You're making quite an effort of it,” he had whispered as she fell to the ground, pain radiating away from a sharp kick to her raped cunt. "I can see it in your eyes. If you didn't invade, didn't pillage, whatever would you do?" He had chuckled. “If you’ve grown weary of your life here, you too may become a Finger.” He had started walking away, pausing only to pick up her swords and stick them in his belt. “Come on, give yourself to Rosario, of the Cathedral of the Deep.” She had followed. She wasn’t sure why… if she had followed his invitation, or if she had simply kept on trying to attack him. But soon she found herself in a vast structure with no idea of how she had gotten there. Being taken inside a double door, pushed aside by slugs with the torsos of men. Following Leonard as he walked up to a blind woman, laying on a bed. Eyes sightless and blind. But she had reached out to Cenobite, and Cenobite had bowed… and then the woman had taken the two murdered souls of her companions from her. And using those souls, she had crafted Cenobite a new body. Just the way she wanted it. Taller. More shapely, the kind of body she had always envied. Hair the color of blood. And she had given her a necklace, with one mummified finger on it. A little finger. Little Finger Cenobite. Now she was still a murderer, a bandit… but for a cause. She hunted for souls still… sacrifices to the Mother of Rebirth. Sacrifices to her new goddess. And she had forged herself new memories. New purpose. Revenge. The Mother wanted Revenge. Revenge on those who had betrayed her. Revenge on the Kingdom and the Gods both. The darkness of the Dark Soul filled her, she could feel it… and she would give it to her Mother. For what wouldn’t a girl do for a Mother who loved her?(Aimee(female Race: Human Status:Sex worker Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor:Height:Hair:Eye:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Aimee - Whore / Priestess Humanity, so taught the gods, was a scourge. It had to be contained, lest it pollute the world. That was what Aimee had always been taught, what she knew what she believed. And she had dedicated her life to the truth of that maxim. She had never been a very good priestess, in many ways… She had never had the memory to remember every detail of the old stories, the tales of gods and heroes and faith that gave a priestess power. Furthermore, she had never been good at reading either, even before she had needed to learn braille. Furthermore, she certainly hadn’t been a heroic warrior, punishing disbelievers and enforcing the will of the gods on the world. But in other ways, she was an excellent priestess. Men were the producers of Humanity. It was something about their hate, she thought… it made the Abyss inside them roil and swell, producing more and more of the darkness within. Women, she had always been taught, were the ideal hosts of humanity. They could take more and more of it into themselves, without it bleeding out into the world. And she was very good at drawing humanity out of men. Their lust was the easiest way she had found. It wasn’t even hard. Best if she could provoke them into taking her against her will… their hate and rage would flow them, and with their cum into her body, she would take all the excess darkness they gave off and take it into her body as well. Absorbing it. Sealing it away. Long after her eyes went solid black with the darkness, and she could no longer see… she was still a whore to any who would take her. She remembered the last time. She clenched her dark, hollow eyes, whimpering… they loved it when she whimpered… and pushed her tired mouth down the shaft of the man in her mouth a little further. Furthermore, she wasn’t even sure who this man was anymore… A knight, she thought. He was big like a knight. Strong, muscled legs and arms. A good warrior for the gods, if his darkness could be tamed. It was up to her to tame the darkness in him, take it out, take it into herself. Her duty to Lord Gwen. The knight reached down, taking a fist of her soft hair wrenched her head back, he looks straight into her blindfolded face like he could see her looking up at him through it. In a way, she was. She couldn’t see anymore… but she could “see,” could sense the writhing mass of humanity before her, could see the fiery glow of the dark sign on his chest. With an evil slap across her face, he slammed her face back into his lap. With a sickening gulp, his cock burrowed deep into her throat. Her gag reflex fights the invasion, but only succeeds to milk his shaft as her body fights for air. That she knew she couldn’t die, had died many times before, didn’t matter. Her body fought to live. She started bucking, and her legs began to kick out. He wrapped his free hand around her throat and jerked off though her neck. The Dark Knight was happily slapping her face into his wet lap when her body gave up the fight and falls limp at his feet, passing out. Instead of relaxing, though, he intensified the barrage of abuse on the pretty blind whore priestess, now just a receptacle for any fluids that a man might be urged to force in there. Her slime and cum covered face gurgles and chokes on the liquid he had forced onto her. Then he stopped for a minute to let her wake up, gasping around his length, still in her mouth and down her through but no longer deep enough to stop her from breathing. Then he laughed and kicked a steel boot into her womb. The pain made Aimee buckle in terrified pain, automatically trying to double over into the fetal position, trying to straighten her twisted body, to gasp for air. He simply lifts her by her throat back up to his lap. While holding her neck, he forced her jaw wide open with his other hand. With no more that a smile she could not see he ground her open maw back onto his cock. Her tongue hung lifeless out over her lips, so with each pump she involuntarily licked his balls. With a final burst of sadistic energy, he tore into her throat; bashing his cock head through her tonsils, bruising her throat and tearing out some of her hair as he grips her. He pounded her face into his lap like the lifeless rag doll she has become, nothing left of her except the sound of her face and throat. With each guttural slurp-gasp-slap he feels his balls clench a little tighter, each time he hates her a little more and punishes her accordingly. She wakes out of her nearly airless trance just in time for her tongue to sense the surge, only moments before he kicked her worn pussy and fucked her face like a rabid dog. Slamming his cock deeper, bruising her face with his hips as he bashes her skull on his thick bones, he can feel the rings in her trachea massaging his cock head; milking his manhood inside her neck, until he cannot hold off any longer. He glared down at her blue face, then spat onto her blindfold and released a surge of his bitter cum into her skull. Flow after flow shot its way into her throat. Each time he thrusts his cock down her neck it flushes the goo into her broken soul. Slowly, the knight let the whore priestess fall to the floor. Aimee gasped as her body remembered it could breathe again, her throat open to the cool air. He had had so much anger. So much darkness. It had been a lot to take it… but she had taken it all. She could feel it, now… writhing just beneath her skin, like a tentacle just below the surface of her. Writhing and squirming invisibly through her, seeking an escape she would not allow it. In a world of hollows, only purpose could keep a soul sane, keep its memory intact. Aimee had purpose. She was a vessel for Humanity, for the Dark Soul of man. And when she felt the call, she had crawled. Crawled across fields of bones, a veritable sea of them. Crawled until she had laid her hands on a sword in a pile of bone, finding it unerringly in the eternal darkness of her existence, though she had no idea how. A coiled sword… and as she touched it, the Bonfire kindled to life. And she felt it fill her, in her stomach, driving back the darkness, and she knew what call she had answered. She was a fire keeper. Sacred servant of Gwyn and his age of fire. It was her duty to tend to the fire, and to tend to those who would preserve it. She was duty bound to help the undead keep the Age of Fire going… forever. And eventually? When her Chosen one rekindled the flame and made things right again? Then she would be allowed to finally, at last, die. Die with all the humanity she had stored safely sealed away, forever. And she, of all those cursed undead who bore the dark sign, would finally be free.(Ivette(female Race: Human Status:Temple worker Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor: none, cloth Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideIrvette - PriestessIrvette knew one thing… that she wanted to be a fire keeper, and she wanted it more than anything. She was born in Karim, the land well known as the holiest last in all the world… after Nor London, of course. The birthplace of Guinevere, the princess of the sun, and place where the gods had finished vanquishing the Dragons. Her mother had left her to the church when she had developed a Dark Sign, as was the law. She had been raised amongst the priestesses of Karim… all of them aspiring to be fire keepers, the way the first fire keeper was from Karim. And of all of them, she had been the most promising. She knew the legends back and forth, every one of them. She knew the rites, she knew the rituals, and she knew the duties. In the priesthood, it was a competition between all who studied the Way of White… and of them, she was the one chosen. It was with pride that she met than man who would be her protector, Wagon. And it was with pride in her heart that she drank the vile blackness of humanity when it was offered to her. That was where her hell started. She went blind immediately, of course… she knew that she would. What the lessons and tales of the others had utterly failed to prepare her for was what the churning, writhing mess of humanity would feel like inside of her. It was like… the dark surrounded her completely, and it was nibbling at her flesh. She felt a hundred of eyes on her, all the time. The eyes of little creatures… that never stopped biting. At first, it was tolerably… but less and less so, overtime. Her protector was the only thing that kept her sane at all… and the longer she spent in the darkness, the more and more alone and paranoid she felt. She had expected glory. She had expected it to feel holy. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Eygon lead her onward on her pilgrimage, towards Gothic and where the flame was beginning to fade… even if in her hearth, she was beginning to doubt she had it in her to continue… even if she could never admit that to herself. And then she felt it. It clicked into place when a new fire keeper was chosen… and it wasn’t her. Wagon felt it too… and she felt the wetness as his spit struck her in the blindfolded face. “Worthless waste of time,” he spat. “Should have known you didn’t have it in you.” He shoved her to the ground right there… wherever there was. She was told priestesses should be able to see by the humanity in others when they were blind… but she couldn’t. Unworthy. She was unworthy. And he raped her right there. She felt so helpless, so weak… so pathetic. She could barely remember most of the tales now. Even the ones she did remember failed to bring a miracle. It was like her faith had failed her, swallowed up completely by the dark void of mankind that she was simply unprepared to survive. The gnawing got worse… soon she was almost craving to be raped. At least when she was, she was being touched. The biters were kept at bay. At least when she was being raped, she wasn’t alone… and there was nothing that scared her so badly anymore… as… being… Alone… Kristina(female Race: Human Status:Archer. Hired guard Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor: none, cloth Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideKriseida - GuardKriseida of the Sunless Realm… that was what they called her. It wasn’t surprisingly, really. Pretty much no one had met anyone else from the Boreal Valley in years. Combined with her growing reputation as a knight, archer, and soldier, it would have been surprisingly if she hadn’t held something of an exotic appeal. Coming from a realm that never saw the sun’s rise? Permanently lit by the moon in the sky? How could that not capture their attention? Of course, they didn’t know how it had gotten that way. Kristina didn’t remember it all herself, anymore… not since she had given up being the last of the Dark moon Blades, the order of knights dedicated completely to the goddess. In her years wandering after that, she had lost many memories. But some things she remembered. She was old, she knew that much. Older than nearly everyone she had met in her life. She thought she had been around when the First Flame had first begun to fade. She thought that… she chose to believe it… but she didn’t remember anymore. Furthermore, she had had strong purpose to keep her going since then… something she had believed in fiercely. Furthermore, she didn’t know. She remembered the Tyrant, though. Sulaiman. She remembered him… and hated him with every fiber of her being. As much as she feared him. It was why she had fled the Boreal Valley, abandoned the Order of the Dark moon Blades… and why she regretted it with each moment. But she couldn’t return. The Tyrant Pontiff had cut the valley off entirely, protected it with his profane sorcery… and his eyes, his watcher knights, patrolled the worlds now, seeking after her, chasing her. Even the Dancer… The Dancer… damn… why couldn’t she remember her friend’s name anymore? Once a fellow knight… before Sulaiman had taken her. Like she had tried to do to Kristina. Now she hunted Kristina instead of fighting alongside her. Now she was seeking another purpose… and her regret over abandoning her kingdom and her friends to that murderer was the only thing that came to mind. The only thing to focus on. So when she found herself in the ruins of a kingdom wracked by civil war, she began her own personal quest for vengeance and redemption… seeking a way back into the Boreal Valley and to that profane Tyrant. Dark Sun Gwendoline would demand it of her, could the goddess still speak in her ear as once she could… she was certain of that. Finding a way to redeem herself seemed like the only thing that mattered. Clothes(female Race: Human Status:Slave Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor: none, cloth Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideCaethes - SlaveCaethes thought she was one of the few ones left now. The rest were probably dead. She hid behind the largest statue that she could find… hearing the mutters and prayers and heavy footsteps of the fat priests as they walked the halls. She couldn’t hear any other children anymore… gone. All the others, gone. Not a one of them had been older than twelve. Clothes was one of the eldest, and she had just turned twelve a few days before the priest claimed her from the undead settlement. Her dark sign throbbed on her side, seemingly in time with the chanting of the priests. Growing up in Gothic, during the hell of the fading of the flame, had been a hard way to grow up. She had known more about the realities of life at 8 than most girls knew by the time they turned twenty. When they had taken a young, pretty girl child, she had a pretty good idea what was going to happen to her. That she was going to be raped. Quite possibly tortured… some were cruel enough to do that just for fun. She had expected the worst… and she was still surprised. They weren’t planning to rape her. They were planning to eat her. She would already be dead… if not for Horus. Horus had fought the guards when they came for her. He had given her an opportunity to run… and probably died fighting to let her. She hadn’t even known him. He would be back… probably. Assuming they hadn’t fed him to that… monster. The one all the sacrifices were for. The thought of the boy who had saved her, being eaten… she couldn’t bear it. When the corridor was finally silent, Clothes crept back through the halls. Her fingers were nimble… she managed to pick the lock on the door in under a minute. Back into the room that had held them prisoner for the last two weeks. The room was empty except for corpses. Boys and girls she had known. Sara. Katrina. Mathis. Gwen. And Horus. Her savior had a half a dozen swords stuck through his back… he had died hard. The other dozen children… they were gone. She swallowed. Then one by one, painfully slowly, she dragged the bodies down the hall, and rolled them out the window, saying a silent apology to each for the cruel way she was treating their bodies. Every second she feared a priest would stumble onto her, or one of the cathedral knights would hear the noises of corpses being dragged. But no one did. The climb down out the window was horrible. Her fingers numb with cold, strained from even her slight weight… but she managed not to slip until she was only ten feet from the ground. The bodies broke her fall.“I’m sorry…” she whispered again. Then she began to drag them away, one at a time. Then, when they were far enough away from the Cathedral of the Deep, Clothes stripped them, and built a bonfire of their bodies. Growing up in the undead settlement, she knew well how to handle the dead. That bleeding them dry would slow the reanimation… and that burning would speed it up. That men went hollow faster they more they died. That the location their souls would return to was the last sacred fire they had linked themselves to. And the easiest way to link a body to a new fire was to burn it. The pyre raged high, burning with the bones of her companion. The children she had cared for, and her watchful protector. She fell asleep by the fire. When she woke, someone had draped one of the shirts of the dead over her like a blanket. Horus. It was Horus… reborn of Dust and Ash. “You made it out…” he said softly. Then he frowned. “Sara and Mathis… they’re hollow. They gave up. I had to put them back down… but they’ll be back Soon. Mathis and Gwen haven’t come back yet. Come morning, the smoke will alert the Cathedral, and they’ll come looking.” Caethes nodded. “Give it another hour?” Horus nodded in agreement. “And then it’s time for us to go.” Neither of them argued. They had both grown up hard. They knew the way it was. “Thanks for getting me out of there,” he said to her.”“No…” Clothes said firmly. “Thank you.” She looked up at the church. “I’m going to kill that thing, someday…” she swore. She looked at the fire made of the bones of her fellow kidnapped children, and thought of all the others she knew that had certainly been sacrificed to that monster by now. “I’m going to make him pay for what he’s done.”“I’ll help.” Gavin(female Race: Human Status:Personality:. Fears:Joys:Vices:Weapons:Armor: plate Height:Hair:Eye:History:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideGavina - Fighter She couldn’t remember the name of the kingdom she was born in anymore. It wasn’t even because her memory had gone, though it had. It was that the kingdom had fallen so long ago no one remembered it. The Monarch… she only remembered him as the Iron Kingdom, had hated and feared the undead… hated and feared them more than anything. Bearing a Dark sign had been illegal in the Iron Kingdom… any found with one was captured and thrown into one of the Undead Asylums that he had crafted in the mountains around the kingdom. Inescapable prisons, patrolled by bound demons, to keep the undead sealed away forever. Undying, to await the end of time. That was Gavin’s world. She had locked herself away in a room, alone. It was the only way to keep herself safe from some of the hungry, lustful men who were little but beasts at this point. She hadn’t thought through it very well, though. She didn’t have a way out of the cell after she had locked herself in. Furthermore, she was trapped in her. Furthermore, she could see drawing on the way, made with scratches of her fingernails on the stone over years. Stick figures of a family she no longer remembered. Was that her husband and children? Or was it her mother, father, and brother? She couldn’t remember. She wouldn’t even remember her name anymore if Gavin hadn’t been scratched into the wall. The only companionship she got was when she got careless and walked too close to some of the bars, and hands reached out from the darkness to grab her, hold her against the cell bars, and fuck the shit out of her. The curse of death did nothing to limit the lust of those it infected until the very latest states when people could barely remember how to stand or breathe or even crawl any longer… the state where they became just corpses, still living. As horrible as the rapes were, at least they were human contact, a brief interaction with someone… something that reminded her that she could still feel pain, wasn’t hollow yet. Sometimes she felt closer to hollow than others. Sometimes, not. Sometimes she almost felt like she could remember. A day or a month or a year later, the dim light of the asylum was abruptly interrupted by the brilliant daylight. In truth, it was faded, twilight light, masked by clouds at that… but Gavin it seemed bright and blinding. Looking up, she could barely see that someone had opened one of the holes in the ceiling… the holes through which they dropped in more of the undead into the prison. Someone was dropping someone else into HER CELL. She looked up, shielding her eyes against the glare… and saw an armored figure looking down at her. She didn’t recognize him. Of course, she didn’t… she didn’t even remember what she looked like. But the knight kicked a body in the pit. Then he knelt and looked down at her. And though his helmet covered his face entirely, she still got the impression he was meeting her eyes. Then he drew his sword from his belt and tossed it down the hole too, to stick in the ground. And then… a shining, silver key. Without a gesture, the knight stood, and kicked the trap door closed, and left back in the darkness, just as the man stirred. She didn’t realize what she was doing, but she lunged for the sword, even as he did. Kicking, biting, scratching, half naked and dressed only in rags, she wrestled it away from him and drove it into his gut. Even in the darkness, she could watch the light in his eyes go out. And she felt the rush of power as his soul flooded into her. Gavin. Her name was Gavin. The sword felt impossibly heavy in her hands, and she felt certain she had never held one before… but it didn’t matter. The flooding of soul into her left her sure of one thing in the whole world. She wanted to be out of this place. Out of it now. She was done being kept a prisoner.(TABLE OF CONTENTSCemetary of Ashore WORLD SO FAR DISCOVEREDBONFIRESTROPHY CASTLE PAST: TROPHY CASE (CEMETERY OF ASHA bell rang loudly in Gavin's ears as the ash sloughed off her, and she rose up out of a... sarcophagus. That didn't seem so odd to her. Rising out of a grave was something that she had done plenty of times. For example... She paused a moment, thinking. She couldn't remember. That didn't bother her too much either. That happened sometimes. She couldn't remember the past so well at times. Especially right after resurrecting. She was sure she had risen out of a grave before. It wasn't that strange. That was enough for now. The bell ran again, distant but LOUD. A bell of awakening. The thought came to her clearly. She was sure of that. She just wished she knew why she was so sure. The bells of awakening were used to call undead back from the grave... or tolled when they were returning. Either way. She was sure about everything else about them, but she didn't know that. She knew, though... she knew for sure that the bell was ringing for her. Calling her back to the world. She rose up, brushing the ash off her naked arms and legs. Reborn under a cloudy sky, the entire world looked gray and covered with burned ash... years of it. Thousands of corpses worth of it. It was clearly a graveyard... graves were everywhere, mostly sarcophagi like the one she had risen from. She turned and began to dig through the ash filling the coffin. It was unusual, in her experience, to be reborn without your weapons, your armor... they were bonded to you in some way, even a bit as supernaturally as the dark sign bound her to this world. But there was nothing... no weapons, no armor. She had been reborn with nothing but her skin and hair. It didn't overly worry her. She would find something. She always did. Furthermore, she just wished she knew how she knew that. There were a few hollows about... all but zombies really. They wore funerary black robes, and carried weapons. They were aggressive, though... they attacked her on sight. But they weren't quick, or smart. The first one thrust at her, and she broke his arm before taking the broken sword he was using. It was a poor weapon, but a weapon non-the-less. She slew her way through four, five, six, seven of them, passing by a pair of crossbows and a spear. The spear was in better condition... but somehow, she didn't feel it was right for her. She wished she knew how she knew, but she knew. Eventually, she crested a rise, and looked over the cemetery. It stretched into the distance... but it was like the cemetery was up on the side of a cliff. The world just seemed to fall away into the fog after too long, over the sides of the cliffs. Even so, however, she could see the large building in the distance... a huge tower around a stone fortress of a church. The tower was a bell tower... and the Bell of Awakening had probably been ringing from there. That was her destination. (Gavin arose out of the sarcophagus... that wasn't wrong... she rose out of... places... before... This could not be the strangest. Pausing as she rummaged through her thoughts... her memories... They weren't... really there... Looking back at the grave, that wasn't wrong. She just woke, just resurrected, sometimes her mind wasn't all there at first... Why did she just resurrect here? What killed her? A bell of awakening. The bell was ringing for her. Gavin was certain of that. She felt certain of noting else... but that... It called for her... because she was in the sarcophagus? Searching through the ash... where was her weapons? Her armor... The fact that it was missing wasn't... wrong... but it wasn't right. It was not the first time she had risen without it, but... something... something... She would find others. There were always others. Starting in the direction of the bell, she came across the hollow. They were no threat. They attacked by they were no threat. Earning her a broken sword. The crossbows seemed a waste of time. The spear... was wrong, but she carried it with her until she found something else. A broken sword and a spear she was not sure if she could wield more than to swing it. Turning her eyes to her surroundings, she found the tower and church fortress in the distance. The bell must have come from there. That was where she was going. As she walked she was certain something... it wasn't wrong... but it wasn't right... something was abnormal... she didn't know how she knew. Or maybe that was exactly how she knew?

Fading Light (Jdrake, Stormkitten)|rating:2.0

Narnia's kings (kedagraven56 and SakuraXJuusan)

Peter stood after a fight with a boy his age. "It was his fault. Wanting me to apologize for nothing." He waited for a while with Edmund, Susan, and Lucy before there was some big commotion about pinching. Just then they all were holding hand and in Narnia for the second time. It was weird how they got there the first time, but then the second time was even weirder. They began to look around and found that everything was in ruin. Peter was shocked, what could happen in such a short among of time? As the day went they found there old things and began to find answers to the mysterious ruins. Caspian had run away from his birthplace to find himself in the woods, surrounded by Iranians that were willing to help him fight the Tel marines to take back Caspian's throne. After all he was the rightful heir to the throne and not his evil uncle Mira. However, he wondered when the kings and queens of old would finally arrive. He had blown the horn a while ago. And he was becoming desperate. Miraz had sent Tel marine soldiers into the woods to find Caspian and kill him. He and the Iranians were now in hiding. And they would remain hidden until the queens and kings would come and help them out. But his patience was wearing thin. Little did he know that they had arrived and would soon come across each other. He held his position, watching the Iranians go by then run out clashing swords with a man who he was distracted by for a moment. "Who are you?" As he got his sword back. The man stole his breath away it seemed to be, and he didn't like it at first. "Tell me now." He returned the sword to its sheet. "Caspian... the tenth... and you are?" He asked with a tone of annoyance and confusion. Who was this guy, and why hadn't he ever seen him before? He frowned when Lucy, Susan and Edmund suddenly came in the scenery. He looked at them and then at Peter. "Don't tell me... you're... the Kings and Queens of old?" He asked silently. "I'm High King Peter. And yes, we are. Uh, explain yourself. You don't look like a Narnia." He looked at him, easing his guard." He is a Tel marine my lord." The mouse spoke. "His people are the ones who took over Narnia and forced them to almost extinction."" Heh, figures as much, someone like you figuring they could take over anything." Tries to look away. Caspian looked at Reepicheep. "Keep... I am not like them." He sighed and turned to Peter. "My uncle Mira has waited long for the moment that his wife would give him a son. Now that that has happened. I am no longer welcome in my own house. He wants the throne, for that he has ordered to let me be killed." He straightened his back and sighed again. "I wish to help Iranians... and to make the Tel marine live in peace with them. So please, High King, help us." He bowed for a moment and then looked at the four Seventies. They were so young. Peter laughed, blushing a little. He bent down and looked at him with his head tilted to see his face." It's fine. After all, you did blow the horn for us, right?" Smiles as he stands with him. He sighed and looked to his siblings. "We should help him while we take back what's ours." Peter looked at Caspian once more. "Please understand that I will try to help you the best I can, no the best that we can to help you." Bows to him slightly. Caspian looked at Peter. He was acting so... strange. But Caspian didn't mind it. He was the High King, so Caspian had no reason to doubt the motives and actions of Peter. "Thank you... and yes I did blow the horn..." He smiled when Peter told the other Seventies that they had to help him. It made him happy. When Peter bowed to him, he frowned. "I am pleased with your help... from all of you." He said smiling. He turned to the Iranians. "We should go to our camp... to Aslan's How." He spoke loud and clear. "Good we must make waist. Do you already have a place for our fort or base?" Smiles sweetly at the Caspian. He didn't like how he was feeling, but he went along with it. As the day became short, he became more impatient. Was this guy really telling the truth or what? Oh well, he began to like this man, for what ever reason. Caspian looked at him. "Well yes... Aslan's How." He said smiling. "It's not a real fort but... we can work something out with it." He said smiling. "Come on Iranians, off to Aslan's How." He said smiling brightly. "Okay then, let us go." He followed right behind him and began to think again about how this was going to work. The feelings, war, what was going to happen after all this? Were they fighting again, a big war for Narnia? It was maddening to think of it. As the Prince guy continued to lead he looked at Caspian and pictured him under him. He shook his head madly and got dizzy. "Woah..." Caspian lead the Seventies to their hide-out. It was no fortress at all, it was hard to protect, but he was certain that it was possible. He looked at the tomb and then turned to look at the High King and his brother and sisters. "It's not much... but it's the best we have." He smiled a bit and looked down. He knew the chances were probably low. Furthermore, he looked at Peter and frowned. Peter seemed... different from what Caspian had expected, but he couldn't explain what it was. "Caspian, we need to talk about our strategies. Walk with me?" He looked away and began to walk down a dark tunnel. Peter looked back and saw he never moved. "No?" Smiles and then it faded away as quickly as it showed. Caspian looked at him with a slight frown. He didn't really get why they had to leave the group for it. He sighed and looked at the others. "Okay, I'll come with you... but ... I just don't see why the others aren't allowed to hear it." He said before shrugging and walking after Peter. The King probably knew what he was doing, right? "I just wanted us to be alone, that's all. He, stupid isn't it?" Peter continued not to look at the Caspian. He leaned on the wall and sighed, collapsing on the ground. "Finally..." He said quietly. Caspian looked at him with a frown of confusion on his face. "You... wanted us to be alone? And why is that High King Peter?" He asked before sitting down on the other side of the tunnel, trying to figure out what the King was thinking about. He seemed troubled, somehow. However, Caspian could not figure it out by just looking at him. "Well, just to relax. Well, I guess I really don't know." He laughed, running a hand through his hair. Peter looked at the man and looked away. "We're the strong hold of this plan, we need to take a break once in a while." He did not smile as he spoke. What was wrong with him? He didn't want to feel this way... Caspian looked at Peter with a frown. "But... we haven't even started yet... we have not discussed any battle plans yet." He said as he looked at Peter, trying to figure out what it was that was bothering the High King like that. But when he couldn't come with an answer himself he sighed. "Peter... what's bothering you?" Peter shook his head and avoided Caspian's face, eyes, body. It was horrible. "Nothing is wrong. Well there is, but it's not like you would know, or would you. No it's nothing." Gets up and laughs. "Yeah, you're right. No plans, no break." Caspian did not understand why Peter was acting so tense and ... nervous around him. It was strange. He frowned. "Peter... you're acting strange... did you eat something bad this morning?" He asked, just to make sure it wasn't anything like that. Surely he felt strange around Peter too. He had expected someone older, a mature High King. Not a young man. Let alone a young, handsome man. Peter lost it, he sighed and pushed Caspian into the wall. He deeply kissed him, not feeling any response, only looking into the confused eyes. He knew he had to do this, it was going to be hard for him if he hadn't. "Sorry, I know.... No, I didn't have anything for breakfast." Peter pulled away, but still continued to pin the prince to the wall. When Peter pushed Caspian against the wall and kissed him the prince couldn't help but blink and stare at him. He did find Peter attractive, but he had not one moment thought about kissing him or being kissed by him. He looked at him and tried to understand what happened and why. That Peter kissed him was obvious, but why... did he like the Caspian? Caspian looked at him. "Ah... well... maybe I could bring you to where we eat." He said silently, not sure, or he had to be upset, mad or happy at the moment. He would talk about it later with him but at the moment Caspian could not find words to actually speak with him. In silence, he backed away and looked down, using at himself. He laughed and moved to walk to the group of Iranians. "Let's go. We have to figure out something." The way he was acting was, not like him. He left the prince there and began talking to his sisters and brother. They asked what was wrong, but he ignored their questions. Caspian walked after him and sighed softly. Peter had reacted... well, strange. But it was no good to go to him now in an attempt to try not to make him feel bad right? It was Peter that had kissed him, not the other way around and yet Caspian had a strange feeling inside. The feeling of guilt for turning Peter down. Not that he had done that with that many words. He walked outside the how and least against the firm wall. It actually made him feel as if he was a bad guy. Peter had a plan ready, it was agreed with everyone, and they would make the move the next night. Hopefully Caspian would not screw it up and be the death of them. As he awoke in the morning, he left early to go wash up near the river. As he stripped down he slowly got in and just floated there for a while. While his hormones went nuts over a boy his own age he began to think of Caspian even more, but in an inappropriate way. He quickly got up and washed himself and got out, dressing in a new pair of clothes. As he made his way words how once more he saw Caspian and his heart skipped a beat, his throat had something stuck in it. Caspian was heading towards the training grounds to practice his archery skills. He looked at Peter and sighed. "Peter, we have to talk about yesterday." He said softly. He had planned to run things through first in his head. So that when it came to the point he could just say the words without having to think too much about them. He looked at him and tried to smile a bit. He hadn't slept that night. The fact that Peter, the High King of Old had kissed him had been wandering through his thoughts. It had kept him from finding peace to sleep by making him feel guilty for not responding to the other's feelings. But at the moment he just couldn't focuses anything but defeating his uncle Mira. He didn't want to think about it. He had to focus, train, kiss the guy again... No, he had to focus. If at all the man felt for him too, he'd be even more confused. If only his father could see him now, he'd probably draft him in the army. Peter looked up once more and climbed the rest of the way up to where Caspian was." What is it? Do you have a problem with the plan?" He hoped it wasn't about the kiss. He really did, but in a since, he desperately needed to know his feelings. Caspian looked at Peter and sighed. "It's not only about that. I do not like the plan, but I guess I cannot change it. You want it this way and I guess I just have to follow your lead on that." He said softly, looking straight at him. "But the other matter is different... way different. Yesterday... We should talk about what happened yesterday." "Is it bad? If you want to change the plan, there is still more time." Crap, it was about the kiss. How was it going to go? Peter braced himself and sighed, sitting on an old log. "I just think that we'll lose a lot of our men with the current plan." He sighed and least against a tree. "But about yesterday... why... why did you do that yesterday? Why did you... kiss me?" He asked. Peter blushed as he looked away. "Well, uh, you've never had anyone kiss you that liked you? Love at first sight stuff?" He rubbed his faced and looked at him once more getting up. He couldn't sit, not with this conversation. Caspian looked at him. "Well no... I was raised in Mira' castle, so I never had a real chance to meet people from outside." He said softy before looking at his feet. "But... so... you... love me?" "I-is it.... a problem? I-I mean if it is..." He looked up and away. "I don't think I could explain myself at my family right now, but at least I can tell you." Smiles at him and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Are you blushing?" Caspian sighed. This was strange. He had never really been in love before, and nobody had ever confessed such feelings for him. He frowned and blinked when Peter asked him, or he was blushing. "Ah... uh... I ... I d-don't know..." He mumbled. "B-but... no... it's not... a problem." He smiled a bit. "Let's go then. We should at least get some work done, yeah?" Ruffles Caspian's hair and walks away. That was close, too close. Peter thought as he tried to erase the wrong thoughts in his head. He was so cute when he was nervous. "Caspian! You would almost think you were a virgin, the way you act." Peter yelled back before he was no longer seen. Caspian nodded slowly when Peter told him to get the work done. He smiled a bit. Looked liked the High King was in charge after all.However, when Peter yelled that last thing to him, he blinked. Now that was rude. He glared at the High King before running after him. He'd so get him back for yelling that. What if the men had heard that? He could already see Trump kin's face, and that Nikabrik... Oh, he didn't want to think of it. Peter began to laugh uncontrollably, but he had to stop. It was time to work. Susan walked over to the Caspian and began speaking with him. Flirting with him more or less. Peter cleared at his sister from afar, so he would not be caught. Caspian had been in the middle of chasing Peter when Susan suddenly showed up. He looked at her as she flirted with him. He did not mind it. It made him feel quite happy to get attention from a girl as well. But somehow he felt different about it than when Peter had kissed him. There was something missing. But he didn't understand why. He looked at her and smiled softly as she touched his arm and tucked her hair behind her ear. He seemed happy, but inside he could feel something was wrong about it. Furthermore, he didn't get this sensation inside him. Caspian's brown eyes met with Peter's blue orbs for a few seconds and he frowned. He understood that Peter was upset about this. Peter liked him. And now his sister was trying to seduce him. The prince told Susan he had something to do now and walked away from her, straight toward Peter. He needed clear answers. Susan looked down and frowned. What was she doing wrong? Peter was mad, he didn't quit understand it yet. It was this feeling of pain and agony. Then he saw that Caspian was looking at him and he stopped leaning on the tree. Peter had to come up with an excess, because it wasn't that he'd seen him, it was that he was coming over to him. Caspian stopped before Peter. "Listen Peter." He sighed. "Don't worry. But I miss something when she flirts with me. A feeling inside. And if you want to laugh with my reaction of earlier. Try not to do it in front of the men. We need them concentrated on the battle ahead of us. Not concentrated on you laughing with me being a virgin." He said to him. "And on top of that... I think you're a virgin as well so don't laugh too hard." He grinned. Peter stopped laughing and looked away, blushing. "Your right, we need to concentrate." Peter leaned over to Caspian's ear and whispered sweetly. "But you know you like it. I know I do." He pulled away. "Let's begin for tonight." Caspian smiled and looked at him. "Yes... let us start." He said sighing softly before walking toward Aslan's How. He was nervous. Furthermore, he felt as if it would go wrong. But he didn't want to think of it. When they came back from the fight Peter was mad already, not really from falling back, but from loosing so many of his people. He couldn't stand it, this, Caspian, was a moron. He could have followed through with the plan, not try to kill Mira for his father's death. Lucy made the situation even worse." It was... God, this is retarded." Everybody was inside when Peter finally got mad at the Caspian. He pushed Caspian against one of the pillars. "What the hell is wrong with you, huh?! Why didn't you follow the rules, the plan?" He pushed against him harder, even with his hips pressing against him. Caspian felt angry at Peter when they returned. He had been able to call things off but hadn't. His pride had kept him. But it seemed that Peter had been out of it too long. Things had changed since he had ruled over Narnia. He felt deeply disappointed. When they were inside and Peter was starting to yell at him, he frowned. His back hit the pillar. He let the High King yell at him and tried to ignore it that Peter was pushing his entire body against him. Caspian looked at him. "Had I'm not right then to know the truth about my father's death?! Did I just have to let it happen?! And you could've called it off, but you didn't! You were too proud and too full of yourself to realize you were sending them all into their deaths! Things have changed in Narnia since you reigned!" Peter laughed. "You had a right, but not to abandon your post! What the hell?!" He exhaled and let off. Standing back away from him, he smiled. "Stupid, isn't it? Fighting over, practically nothing? .... I'd hate to say it, but I'm sorry." Looks back at the Caspian. "Look, I'm not mad anymore, 'Kay?" Caspian looked at Peter with a frown when he let go and acted as if it was indeed nothing. He was confused. "Right..." He looked away from the High King and sighed. Was this a trick? Or was Peter being honest? Caspian found Peter quite hard to figure out. Peter laughed and pushed Caspian playfully. "Come on, lighten up! Haven't you ever played around?" He took off his sword and armor. As he set the things down, he sighed. "What's wrong? You sad about your dad?" "Mira never really gave me a chance to play around no. As for what's wrong... well... I can't really be certain of how you mean things." He sighed and looked down. "But yes my father is on my mind as well." He frowned. "It's still a bit strange to know that he ... well... that he was killed." "Do you want me to help? Maybe, cheer you up?" Stands next to the Caspian as he looked up at the sky. "I think my brother knows..." Caspian looked at him. "You can try... but... what does your brother know then?" He asked before looking at Peter with a frown on his face. He didn't know what to think of this. "That I like you. Really, it's nobodies business, but ours... Maybe mine." Peter looked at him and smiled pushing him lightly. He leaned over on his shoulder. "I make you uncomfortable, huh?" "It does make me uneasy yes..." He sighed. "I mean... when Susan tried to make moves on me, I felt nothing... and with you, I just get confused..." He looked down. "I wish my mind and heart were more clear about everything... it's just so hard to understand for me... After all in the castle I was never really confronted with love... at least not like you confronted me." "So by someone kissing you, you mean? Sorry, I'll let off. I'll stop if you need me to be...?" The high king let off Caspian's shoulder and walk in front of him, just to do it, to keep his mind pre-occupied. This was harder than he thought, it really sucked. He began to think more and almost tripped. "Well... you did kinda take my first kiss." He said silently as Peter started to walk off. He wasn't sure of what to do now. Furthermore, he actually wanted to go after him and hold him and tell him to stay, but it felt like a strange urge. Furthermore, he didn't understand why he even felt like that. "Peter wait!" He looked at him and sighed. "Don't go." Peter was shocked when he heard what had come from the other's mouth. "What is it?" Peter didn't look back at the Caspian. "Do you want me to come closer....?" Did he actually like him back? Did he finally.... "Wait, I took your first kiss? He, don't I feel special." Caspian walked over to Peter and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't understand how I feel Peter but... you are ... you ... I..." He sighed. He couldn't explain it. "I... I don't know, or I love you but... I... Furthermore, I do feel something..." He whispered softly. Peter smiled and turned around. He put both his hands on Caspian's shoulders. "Do you really? I won't do anything bad. So, what do you think might be there?" He got closer to the other's face, practically breathing on him. "It's... good I hope.?" Caspian looked at Peter and couldn't look away from those bright blue eyes. "No... nothing bad... it's good. But it does confuse me... I mean... we are both men... and you're a High King, and I'm just a Prince..." "Well, are you intimidated then? Is it the power? Maybe if I, married you then you too will be king? High king?" Peter laughed at the last part and tried to go back to being serious. "Well, us being both men doesn't, really,matter, but if made public, then yes." He finally closed the gap by kissing him lightly on the lips. "You're so sweet." He waited for the Caspian to respond 'till he kissed him more. "I will be King when Mira is defeated..." He mumbled softly before he felt Peter's lips on his. He wasn't sure of how to react, but he least a bit closer. It felt right, it felt good. He looked at Peter's eyes and put a hand on his cheek; smiling a bit. Peter smiled even more and brought Caspian more into his arms. He was glad that everyone was inside and that it was dark. But he could see the other's looks so perfectly. Kissing him more deeply he licked Caspian's lips. "Your so cute. Feel, right somehow though..." Caspian let Peter do as he wished until he suddenly felt the other's tongue against his lips. He blinked and took a step back with a frown on his face. "I do not try to be cute." He looked sad when the other pulled away. "I'm sorry. Damn, I shouldn't have done that.... Okay, would charmingly handsome be okay for you?" Tries to smile as his feelings were a little hurt. Caspian looked down. "Y-yes... that is alright." He smiled a bit but then bit his lip. "W-why did you... change the kiss?" He asked silently. "It w-was good the way it was... right?" "I didn't mean to change it, it just seemed tempting. That is all, I swear. May I have more good kisses like that? Because they were alright with me." Peter looked around once more. They were in an open area to where they could be easily seen. Caspian looked at him. "Peter... I..." He looked down. "It is still very confusing for me ... I have never really loved anybody before, and we shared my two first kisses." He bit his lip before looking around as well. "Please... just don't go too fast. I don't know, or I am ready for that." He said silently. "It's fine. I didn't mean to, not really. Come here, I won't bite, I swear." He laughed a little before opening his arms for the Caspian. "I'm glad that I'm your first." He loved his joke. It was innocent enough to be anyway. Caspian looked at him and smiled a bit before stepping closer to him. "I'm not your first though..." He mumbled. He was certain of that. Furthermore, he bit his lip and then slowly took another step closer so that they were only a few inches away from each other. "Well, my first male, does that still count?" Peter hugged him, kissing the top of Caspian's hair. "Do you think you'll ever get your thrown back?" He began to sway from side topside slowly, holding him. "Hmm... yea it counts." He said softly before smiling. "Hm... I don't know. I hope so... We have to find a way to get it back. Else the Iranians will have no place to go if they survive what Mira is preparing for all of us." He sighed. "I'm glad that you're here with me. I hope I... don't have to leave you know? If it comes down to it, I'll stay with you." He began to tear up, but he held them back. "Sorry. Just, hey, do you want to be with me?" Peter smiled pulling away to look at the Caspian. Caspian smiled. "Yes... of course I want to be with you." He said softly, smiling a bit. "But why would you have to leave? You were in Narnia for years last time." He whispered, raising a hand and stroking Peter's cheek softly. "It's because, well I've learned as much as I can here, and I'm growing up so much not to come back I guess. I really don't know. But I know that I wouldn't want to go, I have you." He kissed Caspian again and again, just to see him smiled and hear him laugh. The war was almost upon them, they would have to think of something to do, to win. "But... why would you be sent away just because you learned things here? I was born here and have learned so many things as well... it wouldn't mean that I should be sent away right?" He asked before smiled as Peter kissed him a few times. "You silly... I'll never let you go anyway... I'm keeping you here, even if I have to lock you up in the dungeon and tie you up on top of that." He said before holding him close. He wasn't thinking of the war. Furthermore, he didn't care about it at the moment. "Oh really? I think I would enjoy that. Wait, is that okay to say? If not, I would like to know." Peter smiled nervously and looked away, biting his lip. He enjoyed his time with the Caspian, and he didn't want to leave. But what about his family, even the ones outside of Narnia? What would happen, if he returned after Caspian would die, would he go back before he would? Those were some of the things that he thought up as he looked words the how. He pushed away from the Caspian and yelled words his brother. "H-how is everything?" Caspian chuckled when Peter asked him, or it was okay to say. "You can say anything as long as you're not being mean I'm okay with it." He said softly before frowning when Peter pushed away from him and asked how things were going. Had he pushed away from him just to speak to his brother or was there another reason? Caspian couldn't help but wonder. "You don't have to stop brother, I know what is going on. And so does Lucy. Susan is the only one who still is feigning over him. But everything is okay. Nothing new, but what is going to happen, after that they are going to come here to smother us out again." Edmund said as he showed a discussed facet words Caspian and then looked at his brother." That's... okay I guess. I'm thinking about staying with him. After we have to go back..." Caspian sighed. So Susan was into him too or what? He frowned but then shrugged. He didn't care about her, the only thing she was to him was family of Peter. Furthermore, he looked at Edmund and Peter and frowned. Furthermore, he was confused now that he had missed a part of the conversation. Smother them out? Having to go back? What? He looked at Peter, hoping he would explain it to him. "What? Peter, why would you do that? What about the human world, about school?"" Well, if I stay here for a while, I'll be back before dinner. Plus, I love, him....." Peter looked on the ground and kicked the dirt shyly." Peter! God, you're gay? I should have known." After a long period of time he spoke again. "Anyway, let's just go inside, they're going to come soon, and we have to think of something." Edmund walked away and disappeared." Well, that went well didn't it?" Peter laughed nervously, messing with his hair. Caspian looked at them as they had a small argument about why Peter would and shouldn't stay in Narnia. When Edmund spoke again after a while of silence he frowned. He looked at Peter. "Peter... you... you don't have to stay... if you don't really want it... I mean... they're your family..." He said silently. He stared at his feet, thinking. "Caspian, it's not that. It's the fact that if you die, I could just go straight back. But he's afraid that I'll die here before that even happens, or that there is going to be no way back!... Sorry, I'm just mad, not at you. Come on, let's go back in." Peter smiled at the Caspian and kissed his head, hugging him before he walked away. Caspian was worried about Peter and the relationship with his relatives. He was worried about what he was going to do to that bond they had. He felt something sting when Peter raised his voice but was already relieved when Peter apologized. Furthermore, he followed the High King in silence. In his mind he was starting to think of how things were going to end. Would they survive the battles to come? Or would Mira annihilate them? If they died then at least there would be nothing left to worry about with Peter and his family. However, what would happen if they did win the battle? What if he became King? He didn't want Peter to have to choose between him and his family. It was bothering him. (Long time no type! How are you?) Peter sat in a part of the how, away from everybody else. He just got done with coordinating what they would do, he just wanted to escape from them. The bickering fools. I need a break too... He looked around and closed his eyes, head against the wall. He continued to think about what he should do. Stay with his first love, or go to some place to where the war was still going on? He sighed, he knew very well that he was going to have a headache later. Almost slipping into sleep, he heard footsteps coming his way. (Yes, sorry. I didn't really know how to reply to it, so I took my time to think it over. I'm good, just learning for exams again *sigh* it's starting to take up more time than I'd like.) Caspian wasn't sure about the plans that had been made. Actually he hadn't been sure about things ever since Peter and the other Seventies had arrived in Narnia. He felt quite lost. So he started to wander around, not really seeing where he was going and not thinking about it either. He just wanted to find a place in how where he could think things over. Peter opened his eyes and looked towards the footsteps. When he realized who it was, he was sad, but yet, relieved that it was Caspian. He looked away, thinking to himself, then when the fire hit Caspian's face he lightly talked to the man. "I hope you aren't stalking me now Caspian. That would truly be horrible. I hope you, love me enough to realize what you are doing to me." Caspian looked at him and frowned. "Ah... I hadn't even realized you were in this part ... I'm just looking for a place where I can think a bit..." He whispered. "But I didn't mean to hurt or upset you by coming here." He added before, biting his lip and turning away. "I... I'll go the other way and find a quiet place there." He mumbled. He had no idea any more of how to behave around Peter. Furthermore, he loved him, that was now obvious. But he was terrified to say or do something that would upset him. He didn't want to lose him, yet he did think it would be better that he'd go home with his family if there ever was a chance for them to go home. "Sit by me, I won't bite. If you want, I won't talk while we think. I don't know, if I asked, but, will, you go out, with me?" He felt stupid and his cheeks were red. He tried to have hair in his face, but it was too short. "In other words. I want you, to be mine that is. It's nothing dirty until. I'll just shut up." Peter laid his head against the wall again and, sighed in stupidity. Honestly, was it that hard to talk to the man. The man he wanted to hold forever? Caspian looked at him and sighed. "You're confusing me Peter... one moment you pull me closer, the next you push me away. I... I don't know what to think around you anymore..." He whispered while he looked down and started to stare at his own feet. "I've told you before... you're the first person I really like so all these things in my head are new to me..." He sighed again. "I almost feel as if you're messing with my mind." He tried not to yell, swallowing the urge back. He stood up and walked towards Caspian, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Only physically. You know, I'm not used to being with anyone either, I don't know how to act. So, we need to work together. Plus, it's kinda hurting me, that you're not answering me, or doing anything. Why don't you take charge and give me a kiss?" Peter laughed. He was acting completely stupid right now, but a good kind of stupid. Caspian looked at him and nodded slowly before biting his lip. "Sorry... But you're the High King... it's not really my position to answer you... your decisions are the law." He mumbled. "And... I just... I don't really... take charge because... Furthermore, I'm just scared to do something wrong Peter. You seem so full of confidence." He sighed. He smiled and moved his hands down to Caspian's hips, pulling him closer. Furthermore, he then soon after that, wrapped his arms around him. "Fine" He whispered in the other's ear. "You are mine and there is nothing you can do about it. Unless you say you hate me." He laughed softly and lifted Caspian's face up, kissing him gently, running his tongue along the lower lip. "I'm being bold again, aren't I.?" He wanted to pull away, put stayed put, looking in his love's eyes. Caspian blushed softly when he was being pulled closer. He was happy that Peter seemed to understand that he was... well, shy about all those things. He smiled. "I don't mind that... I like you, and I'll never say I hate you." He whispered softly before smiling softly and kissing him back gently. "It's okay." He whispered before kissing him again and slowly putting his arms around the other. "Please stay here with me..." "I'll stay, and do what ever it takes to make you smile, maybe even... Nevermind." He kissed him deeper this time, hugging him at the same time. Caspian was just a little shorter than he, but Peter still managed. He even thought it was cut, the way he acted anyway. He also knew that he would have to wait awhile, before anything, sexually related besides kissing and hugging, were going to be far off with the one. Peter did not mind thou. Laying his head on his he moans a happy relief, saying I love you to the man's arms he was in. Peter truly did love him though, no question about it. Caspian had his eyes closed, keeping their lips together until he needed air. He looked at Peter and smiled softly. "I love you Peter. Really I do." He whispered softly, pulling him a bit closer. "I'm sorry that I'm... passive..." He whispered. He snuggled a bit closer and put his face at Peter's neck. "I love you." He mumbled. He smiled, holding him close, not letting go, even when he did hear footsteps. "I love you too, I really do. Nothing could change that, you have my word. Hell, you have my heart." Peter kissed the top of his, boyfriends, head and closed his eyes in contentment. Susan came around the corner, smiling with Lucy, then looked up, gasping. "P-Peter?" Caspian hadn't heard the footsteps and just held Peter closely, smiling and feeling happy when Peter told him again that he loved him. It just made him happy. He couldn't explain why, it just did. When he heard a gasp and someone blurt out Peter's name Caspian froze and bit his lip. His mind was racing and so was his heart. He couldn't think of anything to do. He slowly let go and looked at Peter's sisters, wondering what was going to happen. Furthermore, he felt like crawling away somewhere in shame. Furthermore, he looked at them and his smile faded. Furthermore, he felt Caspian pull away, but he didn't want to let go. If he let go, of coarse he would do the same. "Yes, Susan? Is there something you need?" He looked at the Caspian longingly and then back at his two sisters. One was laughing, the other about to yell or cry. Caspian looked down when he heard one of the sisters laugh. Great now he felt even worse. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself from running away. He didn't what effect this would have on Peter. But it made him want to run and hide somewhere in a dark corner. He had no idea how he would ever face the other Seventies again. They all reacted on a way that wasn't making it easy for him. Peter looked at the Caspian again and then turned to his sisters. "Listen, I love him... There's, nothing that you can do to change my choice." He folded his arms and glared at them. His hair found its way on his forehead, to hide the angry lines." Well, Peter, I didn't know, I mean, I guessed, but wow. Susan, are you okay?" Lucy turned to words the tall woman she admired and felt guilty of what she said, but didn't mean to hurt her, it was to hurt Peter." Well, I, don't care anymore. I'm not what he likes, and I'm a bit pissed at him, but nonetheless. Peter, Caspian, good luck. I'll be here if you need me. Does, Edmund know?" She wiped away her tears and spoke sweetly, staring at the man she did love." Yes, he's not too happy about it. What do you think mother would say, if I didn't come back?" He took Caspian's hand and pulled him closer. Caspian stared at his feet as they spoke. It was good that they weren't mad about it. That they understood it couldn't be helped that they were in love. It made it a bit easier for him. But it didn't change the fact that he still found it awkward to be standing in front of them while they knew that he was in love with their brother. He hoped that that would get easier eventually because else he didn't know what he would do. He looked at Peter when Edmund was mentioned. Edmund... right, he hadn't been very happy about this. Caspian looked at the two sisters when Peter asked how their mother would react. He frowned. She would probably be upset and worried like any mother would right? He wasn't sure if he wanted Peter to upset his family. "Listen, people are going to have to understand that I love him, and the fact that I don't think I'll come back home. Please understand this, Edmund doesn't. Haven't you felt like that? Even though we always stay together, I think it's been too long for me to keep doing this. I am a king here, and I love someone here. Maybe after the war and Yugo, you might come back, but as for me, I'll stay with my beloved." He kissed Caspian on top of his head and the girl just looked at them in awe." Very well then. I hope to see you in the morning. Edmund isn't going to like this." Caspian looked at Peter as he started to speak again. He smiled a bit and hugged him once he was finished. "I love you... thank you..." He whispered softly, holding Peter and for once not caring that people saw them. He just felt happy. They'd rule Narnia together. He couldn't wait for it. "Thank you for what? All I said was that I don't care what people may think about this. About us. I don't mind, okay?" He lifted his face up lightly, both of his hands on the other's cheeks. He smiled and kissed his nose before he kissed his lips passionately, licking his bottom lip once more. Peter, in a way wanted him so bad, but he wouldn't do anything until the Caspian would let him. His arms found their way hugging around him, pulling him closer. "Well... just... thank you for saying you're going to stay with me." He mumbled silently before smiling when Peter kissed him. He kissed back and slowly opened his lips for his King. Furthermore, he smiled a bit and hugged him closely. Peter looked at the Caspian before he continued to push his tongue forward. His mouth seemed sweet, but he thought it was normal for him, all things considered anyway. It was warm and as he slowed he wanted more of this man. He moves his hand to his shoulders, then after a while he moved them to his hips. He pulled away, out of breath. "Sorry." Caspian had been fully enjoying the kiss. It felt right and warm. He felt a slight blush creep over his cheeks as Peter's hands moved towards his hips. When Peter suddenly pulled away he frowned. "Sorry? Why are you sorry?" He asked softly. "I thought, well, that you didn't want more than that." His hands still laid on Caspian's hips, caressing them softly. He wanted more, this gut feeling of wanting more, just, with everyone down the long tunnel, he didn't know what could happen if he tried. "Well... it was just kissing until now so..." He smiled a bit. "I just don't want to go all the way yet but... exploring a bit is alright I suppose." He said softly, hugging him. "I love you, and I'll always tell you when things go too far for me." He whispered. "Good." As Peter spoke this, he continued. His hands were rested on Caspian's hips as he pushed him into the wall, not roughly, but enough for a noise to escape. He kissed him once more, exploring his mouth again. His breaths quickened once more, his one hand going to brush against the other's crotch. He began to kiss down his chin, then his jaw, and soon to his neck, where he began to nibble and kiss a little bit. Caspian smiled softly when Peter pushed him against the wall. He was new to this, but it didn't mean that he wasn't happy about it. When they kissed he could feel his cheeks heat up again. He couldn't help but blush when Peter was this close to him. He gasped softly when Peter's hand brushed against him but then relaxed when he felt Peter's lips slide over to his neck. It felt good. "Hmm~ I love you." "I love you as well." He began to suck lightly, leaving a little mark on him when he pulled away from him. Peter continued to rub him a little hard this time, to give him a little more feeling. He kissed him again, moving his tongue over his lips as he pulled away. He was now having a hard time to resisting to not have a hard on or to go further. Though he now had a hard on, he did resist or try to go further. "I, should stop." He kissed him lightly, still rubbing him. Caspian looked at Peter, smiling and blushing slightly. He was happy and frowned slightly when Peter kissed him again but then pulled away. He looked at him. "Stop? Uh... okay Peter." He hugged him closely and blushed again. "It's okay. We should... keep things a bit low." He said softly. Peter smiled and coughed a little. "Well, I think it's safe to say that-" He looked in the direction of the screaming mental and calmed him down so he could speak." I think it's coming to us a lot sooner than expected my kings. Come, you can see the proof for yourselves." He turned as Peter followed, hoping Caspian would too. He was thanking the armor for being past his waist for many of reasons, one being that the hard on he got from rubbing Caspian. Caspian had been wondering what the end of Peter's sentence would be when someone popped up to tell them to show what they were worth. He could feel himself getting nervous and all other emotions and feelings that he had been experiencing just a moment ago seemed to smelt away. He didn't like fighting that much even though kings were meant to be strong and reliable when it came to fights. Furthermore, he sighed when Peter followed and took a deep breath. "Dad... please be proud." He mumbled, looking at the ceiling of the hall he was standing before nodding to himself and walking after Peter. He would prove himself. Peter stopped outside, where everyone else had seemed to flock. The Tamarin solders had already begun to come in from the forest and many of the Narnia's began to worry. Some mothers held their sons and daughter's close, not letting them go. He looked to one side, then the other, wondering if people were really ready for this. He walked back inside and told Lucy and Susan to go find Aslan. Furthermore, he smiled at the Caspian briefly, but rushed to his brother's side to discuss their plans. When Caspian walked out of the How he looked at the other side of the field where the Tel marines were exiting the forest. This was war, and he had no idea if he was even ready for this. People would die, both tel marines and Iranians and probably more of the Iranians. They had to find a way to stall time while Susan and Lucy were looking for Aslan. Their lives depended on the girls now, at least for the biggest part. They could try to hold them off; attempt to win the war for which they had far too less Iranians ready for war. Caspain realized that it would be close. They'd all die, or they'd survive but with such great loss that they would never be able to really celebrate their victory. In his mind he was prepared to die. He would fight until the end, and he just hoped that Peter would survive and get back home then. Peter looked towards Caspian and talked to him about what they would do. "Do you think the Tel marines, could stand for a short battle? Between me and your uncle I mean?" His eyes had seemed tired and warn, but he tried not to worry Caspian any more than he already had done. He figured, if the plan with him and the other would fail, then the underground idea that they had would work. "I love you..." Peter had whispered, only for him to hear. Caspian looked at Peter when he stood beside him and listened in silence to Peter's question. He frowned and bit his lip when he thought about the answer to that. "Yes... even the Tel marine King has to please the people and if he says no then the people will feel he fears it." He said silently before turning to Peter and sighing. "But why you? What if... what if he defeats you? I cannot watch you getting killed by him Peter..." He said silently, looking down quickly. "I love you and I don't want to see you in pain." He whispered silent. "Listen, I'll be okay, but if you really want to help, cheer me on. Hey, at least you would be helping both sides in a way, right? In a way. Right now, Edmund is on his way to your wonderful uncle. It will say..."" Edmund held out the scroll to the laughing men and explained the conditions of when one wins they would surrender. When he was done he had to also correct Caspian's uncle. "I'm king Edmund and Peter is high king. You know, are you going to agree or are you afraid. Afraid of a man, half your age?" Caspian gazed at Peter and shook his head slightly. He couldn't understand how Peter was staying so calm about this; how he could send his brother out to that man that wanted to kill all remaining Iranians, Peter himself and his family and... He sighed and looked at him with a sad expression on his face. "I'll... cheer you on. I will really... but I won't be happy about it be certain of that. If you dare die there... then I'll personally bring you back from death to smack you." He said before looking around. When he didn't notice anybody around the Caspian put his arms around Peter and kissed him. "Don't you dare die to that man's hand..." Peter almost busted out in a big laugh. "Listen, if I die by that man's hand, you'll have more of a reason to kill him, now, wouldn't you? Don't worry, I won't die, I'll just be hurt, maybe." He lightly kissed him back, pulling away when he heard footsteps, sounding like Edmund's. "Yes Edmund? I'm sure he agreed, right? Not like you and your mouth got us a no." He looked at them blankly, then went up, amour already on, sword and shield at hand. Caspian blinked when he saw Peter hold back from laughing. He didn't actually find this funny and didn't see why in Aslan's name the other wasn't worried about this. He looked down and just nodded briefly. Furthermore, he wouldn't die. If only Caspian could believe that. He sighed when he saw Edmund. He wondered why the younger Defense had agreed on this. There was just such a big chance that he would die, after all Mira had been trained in this so much longer. "Caspian... I won't kill him, it's not my place to. He won't kill me, because I want you to if it comes to that. Understand? Now, let's go. No more worrying, it distracts me" He kissed him on the lips, walking behind Edmund, the one rolling his eyes at them. He tried to go on with the man, smiling at him all the while until the bright sun and roaring voices boomed as they reached outside the Caspian couldn't quite believe the words of Peter. How could he possibly seem so certain about his victory? Caspian sighed deeply and followed them in silence. He didn't understand that Peter could expect him not to worry anymore either. He was amazed at the calm of both Peter and Edmund. The sunlight made him close his eyes for a moment. He frowned and waited a moment to let his eyes adjust to the light. He looked around and looked at the Iranians that surrounded them. These Iranians believed in Peter too... Caspian looked his eyes down and realized that perhaps he should trust him more... After all he was High King Peter, the Magnificent... As Peter and Edmund stood out front, he got ready for the battle between him and Graz. Looking at the Caspian he sighed and spoke to him closely. "It's fine, I promise you."

Narnia's kings (kedagraven56 and SakuraXJuusan)|rating:3.0

Dawn of Empires IC

This is the IC for the Dawn of Empires RP. To be started 1-23Here are the maps:Political Map: Map: Land Claims rules for how to RP:1:If you want to trade resources, in the subject box, type "Trade"2: If you want to make a political message to anybody else (alliance request sect.), type something along the lines of "a message from the insert CIV here])3:If you want to use a human interest story, just write it.4: If you want to battle someone, have some sort of correspondence and agree on a territory to battle on. Then, I will aim the battle.5: As always, no god modding. Enjoy! Never mind this... And we are off! Start Ring! Ignore this. You have to have some reason to declare war on us. We will not engage in unprovoked warfare. United States of the Superior wrote:Recurring trade conflicts have led the members of the Superman Senate to consult with Emperor about declaring war on the Musicians. We haven't even traded yet. A group of merchant ships from the port of Fewness are awaiting to trade 8 tons of barley, 4 tons of wool, and 10 kegs of the finest Russian Ale. Who is wishing to trade with our merchants? We will sail to the port of the first person who makes a good deal with us. We are willing to be allies with Meals. I wish to become an ally of Ella. The Bar dish Coast votes to Abstain from conflict, and therefore extends the hand of peace to all nations. The Bar dish Coast extends the offer to whatever nations is the red bit in Australia (We need labels!) German American States wrote:I wish to become an ally of Ella. Then we are now allies. German American States wrote:A group of merchant ships from the port of Fewness are awaiting to trade 10 tons of barley, 5 tons of wool, and 15 kegs of the finest Russian Ale, as well as 5 Russian steeds. Who is wishing to trade with our merchants? We will sail to the port of the first person who makes a good deal with us. We will take two tons of barley, 1 ton of wool, and five steeds. In return, you will be given either two and a half tons of marble or four statues of any person of your choosing. We do not carve Egyptian statues; we carve Greek masterpieces, which you can get nowhere else. That is a deal. We would like statues of our leader Bushnethia Thank you. Our vessels have reached the El laden coast. The goods have been delivered. A Superman ship from the port city of Reba holds 15 barrels of fresh fish and 3 strong, fast horses. They have also brought 2 creative painters, perfect for a picture of your country's leader. Who is willing to trade? Will you trade the horses for 5 kegs of Russian Ale? German American States wrote:Will you trade the horses for 5 kegs of Russian Ale? Yes. Deal. The Ale is on its way. There are still 15 barrels of fish and two (hired) painters. German American States wrote:A group of merchant ships from the port of Fewness are awaiting to trade 8 tons of barley, 4 tons of wool, and 10 kegs of the finest Russian Ale. Who is wishing to trade with our merchants? We will sail to the port of the first person who makes a good deal with us. German American States wrote:That is a deal. We would like statues of our leader Bushnethia I (Image)Thank you. You have given the steeds to another state; therefore, the deal has been cancelled by us. Abated wrote:German American States wrote:That is a deal. We would like statues of our leader Bushnethia I (Image)Thank you. You have given the steeds to another state; therefore, the deal has been cancelled by us. No. I bought 3 from some other people. The steeds are yours. German American States wrote:Abated wrote:You have given the steeds to another state; therefore, the deal has been cancelled by us. No. I bought 3 from some other people. The steeds are yours. Okay, then we will take the steeds. What else will you give us? We still have 10 barrels of ale and 8 tons of barley, as well as 4 tons of wool. United States of the Superior wrote:There are still 15 barrels of fish and two (hired) painters. Will you give me 8 barrels of fish for 4 tons of wool? We will take one ton of wool and two tons of barely, in addition to the five steeds. We do not want alcohol; we're not drunks. We will give you three statues of your leader in return for this all. I thought that the transaction was already made... German American States wrote:I thought that the transaction was already made... We never agreed to any transaction, excluding the one just now. The Bar dish Coast has sent letters to each nation reading. Greetings fellow world leaders, I am Trevor, King of The Bar dish Coast. In our diverse regions we have all that you would wish, and we have an extensive trade that we also offer to you. If you wish to make a trade or create a trading route, please contact us as soon as possible. Trevor, King of The Bar dish Coast Abated wrote:German American States wrote:I thought that the transaction was already made... We never agreed to any transaction, excluding the one just now. I already gave you the steeds. German American States wrote:Abated wrote:We never agreed to any transaction, excluding the one just now. I already gave you the steeds. Then those steeds were free of charge, as we agreed to no transactions before that. Now, let us continue. We want everything we listed above, and you will get your three statues. How about 8 barrels for 6 tons of wool? The Superman merchant ship also has ten sheep onboard. I would like to trade 3 barrels of fish and a painter for three statues of my leader. I would like to trade with Ella, but this trade is open to anyone. United States of the Superior wrote:I would like to trade 3 barrels of fish and a painter for three statues of my leader. I would like to trade with Ella, but this trade is open to anyone. You don't want to trade with anyone but the artists and intellectuals of Ella, when you are concerned with the liberal arts. We have established the first university, which offers an education in grammar, logic, rhetoric, arithmetic, geometry, music, astronomy, history, languages, linguistics, literature, philosophy, political science, psychology, religious studies, science, theater, medicine, law, phraseology, the performing arts, and the visual arts. We will make you three statues of your leader for five barrels of fish. OK. Thanks. United States of the Superior wrote:OK. Thanks. You're welcome. The 5 barrels of fish have arrived at the port city in Ella. United States of the Superior wrote:The 5 barrels of fish have arrived at the port city in Ella. Your statues will arrive tomorrow, as it takes time to make them perfect and complete.In the meantime, does your leader have a palace yet? We are founding a large academy where the best minds in our nation come together and learn, study and invent. It will provide tutoring in many things such as logic, theology, philosophy, mathematics, literature, military strategy, visual arts, performing arts, singing, swordplay, physical activities, natural science, applied science, agriculture, medicine and much more which would probably spam this up. We start construction of a couple of large warships with many oars, large sails, a forecastle, a crows nest and other innovations. They can carry around 75 people each. They are to be reasonably fast as well as having a much larger capacity than most ships, as well as being designed for war and built using the finest materials the country has to offer. An army is sent south to conquer more land. The army is about 500 strong, but will soon return from their attack (victorious of course, what tribes could stand up to such a large force?). They are armed with spears, swords, shields, pikes, basically an assortment of pointy/bladed weapons. Their armor is mostly leather and metal in some places (shoulder guards, helmet, codpiece[lol]). Mount Plenty, Outskirts of Bregadano-Dumont (Dorset, England)Lying just outside the West City Gate, the semi-agricultural neighborhood of Durotryge would usually be bustling at this time of the morning. Once the exclusive home of the lower castes, Durotryge, named after a key Celtic trade partner, had experienced a form of suburbanization recently, with city folk escaping to more open country. The rather egalitarian trend was boosted by an absence of war, natural disasters and a splendid unobstructed sea view. But today its denizens were back in the city. It was the 173rd Royal Revue, followed by the 5th annual Fleet Assembly, and the few still left in the neighborhood were mostly headed to the coast or already preparing their boats. In the fields, a lonely figure continued to toil. This was the young, lanky Scrubtorix, polishing pottery and plucking out weeds. Like most indentured servants, he was a member of a Hattadumnom allied tribe, and thought quite highly of himself." Let the Hattadumnomians celebrate while we do the real work," he mumbled "I'm happy to be a slave. Why, we help support the great city that gives us our jobs! And controls the rich trade with our parent tribes in return for our servitude! Such perfect logic! I think it's one I share with the King!" The Great Avenue Palatial Fort, Bregadano-DumnomThe Royal Procession trapped along the small path. Winding between the various palatial buildings at the city center's hill fort, the slightly underwhelming Great Avenue was still intricately decorated, made of the smoothest brick and surrounded by exotic plants and painted, mineral-carved fox statues. King Martha gave them an ironic salute, much to the delight of his men. He was, in truth, fuming at how the Royal Revue and that fleet exploration thingy interrupted his badger hunting schedule. He never liked the little stripey buggers. They didn't even bother coloring themselves fox colors. At least otters, obnoxious bug-toothed creatures, made a sloppy effort of dressing in brown. He murdered them anyway, but with cool dispassion. He saluted another fox statue, making sure his courtiers could see the swish of his deep, furry orange coat as he did so. Maybe they would gush about it to his women servants later. Why, he'd also give them furry coats and… The King began to smile happily again, thoughts blossoming into what he was sure was a wonderfully creative mind. The very special Fleet Review happening that day wasn't a bad thing either, all things considered. Apparently, it'd lead to more tribes under the Hattadumnom banner, plus more slaves to scout out foxes and things, and eventually free up the economy enough to bring fox-shaped suits to everyone! Ahead of him, the gates of the palace opened. Crowds lined the street, eager to catch a glimpse of their King Martha. He rode out of the walled palace within a walled settlement, morning light illuminating him and his guard, and the magnificent walls behind him, baked brick under patterned chalk. Martha, showing his great royal interpersonal skills, smiled at what he considered were the more hideous badger looking members of the crowd, and tossed them meat and produce, hoping that it would induce them to go home and cook them. Stop defiling my lovely avenue, he thought, as he absent-mindedly ruffled the velvety, vixen-like hair of a random citizen. Behind him, the gates of the palace closed and the awkward waving of the assembled Hattadumnom High Council gave way to irreverent murmuring and nervous laughter. Nuresastics and Apparacrat, two of the highest ranking councillors, strolled back to the main palace hall. They were actually quite nervous. Security, provided by the Fleet's Marines and the King's Guard, was fairly low today, as most were participating in the Fleet Review. Coming up soon were final negotiations, that if successful-probably successful, but you could never be sure with fickle neighbors- would result in Hattadumnom leading a federation incorporating several Celtic nations." Once that Gaul outpost is set up I'll be moving there. It doesn't feel too safe here. What are you think?"" On the continent?""Yes-with 50 marines, possible tribe support, a lot of open space. Look at those walls surrounding us, obstructing the view. You'd never see anything coming until it was too late... you know there's the saying that on a normal day the foreign trader sin-city alone could overwhelm us."" And our great food keeps them away. I heard they eat snails across the Channel though. Don't trust snail-eaters."" You're paranoid. In any case, I'll have a home yet unlighted by the King." They passed a wall filled with crude graffiti-the King's attempt at partisanship." His coats are getting furrier every year. That…topiary of whatever he was wearing was sheer hyperbole. I'm actually quite interested in Gaul as well. Expanding our lands, all that. I'll go if you're still unnamed after tomorrow." Flagship Foxy, 3rd Squadron, the Channel Fox Bearer Admiral Sulfuric was the rarest of the rare- a naval admiral of the Fox Bearer order, and a woman at that. Coming from a family of sea traders. The higher ranks of the navy were not a meritocracy, off-limits to all but the sons and friends of the Hat ta-Dumnom family; yet she'd held the rank for 5 years. Saving the skins of 3 star-studded Hat ta-Dumnom Ruling Counsels from being lashed to the beam of a marauding Germanic pirate boat, with her expert javelin skills, may have helped. She now commanded the Hattadumnomnain Navy's 3rd squadron. It was the smallest of the 3 squadrons, but it was Hattadumnomian. 3 Bremen and 5 long galleys at the core of the force, equipped with bolt-hurlers and far dwarfing the primitive sail-barges and canoes of the average Celtic nation. TheFoxyapproached the entrance of the city's main harbor. Colorful linen banners and thatch festival huts lined the embankment, which was in turn thronged by hordes of celebratory crowds. Streaming out of the harbor were a bunch of small, colorful sailboats, some from the tribes that were soon to be incorporated into the federation. The Foxy's oars, dozens of them, powered past the festival boats. Their occupants stared agape at what were undoubtedly the finest ships in Greater Europe. More Bremen swept past the harbor, bobbing the small riverine boats around. Her signaller gave the order for the squadron to form up. The galleys led the way, with the smaller paramilitary family-owned boats furiously paddling to keep up. Foxymanoeuvred to turn in front of the harbor, its flanking Bremen smoothly turning to avoid. She waved, drawing a cheer from the shore. The citizenry, in general, loved her. The few that did not were highly suspicious of her, and were unlikely to bother watching. And the Bremen looked magnificent; matching her fox insignia with its fox banner, fox sails, fox prow and sides lined with cat-shaped shields. You could never have too many felines. The First and Second squadrons came in view, sailing past the bay towards Gaul, where the first tentative attempts at establishing a Hattadumnomian village there would be struck. They each composed of 15 galleys, including Bremen, and various smaller craft. The lead ships shot up arrows trailing streamers, eliciting further sheers from the crowd. There was also talk of the King's private project, a royal yacht larger than the Foxy. Some said it would've more oar rows! Obviously not seaworthy-it'd likely just take Martha on 60-second joyrides across the harbor, a good thing considering his attention span- but good fox, it was an engineering marvel! A grand time to be Hattadumnomian, she (collectively) thought. United States of the Superior wrote:How about 8 barrels for 6 tons of wool? Deal. Abated wrote:United States of the Superior wrote:The 5 barrels of fish have arrived at the port city in Ella. Your statues will arrive tomorrow, as it takes time to make them perfect and complete.In the meantime, does your leader have a palace yet? No. I will trade you 20 workers for 8 sheep, 7 barrels of fish, and 3 horses. In the land of Sumeria, the citizens are the top priority. The country has many universities and scholars who will work abroad. The country also has wheat, sheep, horses, slaves (POW), fish, and many more products. Start trading today! Note: Slaves are not available yet because there have been no wars. Our brave and mighty chariots have pushed northeast and have conquered the land of the Perish peoples. The barbarians were defeated easily and were overrun by the Russian chariots. The Musicians hereby claim this territory as our own. United States of the Superior wrote:Abated wrote:Your statues will arrive tomorrow, as it takes time to make them perfect and complete.In the meantime, does your leader have a palace yet? No. I will trade you 20 workers for 8 sheep, 7 barrels of fish, and 3 horses. Give us 10 sheep, 10 barrels of fish, and 5 horses, and we will give you 20 slaves. Your people and the slaves will not understand them, because they are unique to Canadian architects. So, if you want to be able to build it, you will have to give us 3 more barrels of fish. In total, ten sheep, thirteen barrels of fish, and five horses. In return, you will be given 20 slaves to own and an architect, who will implement the design. As for the palace itself, we would like you or whoever is buying the palace to come down here, so that he can work with us and that we can make sure the palace is according to what he wants. German American States wrote:Our brave and mighty chariots have pushed northeast and have conquered the land of the Perish peoples. The barbarians were defeated easily and were overrun by the Russian chariots. The Musicians hereby claim this territory as our own.(Image)Can you please spoiler this and every other image you put on here, because this is slowing down my computer. Abated wrote:German American States wrote:Our brave and mighty chariots have pushed northeast and have conquered the land of the Perish peoples. The barbarians were defeated easily and were overrun by the Russian chariots. The Musicians hereby claim this territory as our own.(Image)Can you please spoiler this and every other image you put on here, because this is slowing down my computer. That was for the IOC, but sure. We have taken 30 slaves from the Perish. They work hard, and are very strong. Who is willing to take them? Ella, can we just nullify the trade? German American States wrote:Ella, can we just nullify the trade? Then you certainly won't look good in the international community, if you say you will do something and then default. You're not getting back those steeds though. Could we try to rework the deal? German American States wrote:Could we try to rework the deal? What is there to rework? You know what we want; we know what you want. We are both able to transact the objects now. So, you want the steeds, 2 tons of barley and a ton of wool, right? And for that I would like 5 statues of our king (picture see the 1st page). This was our original deal, right? Abated wrote:United States of the Superior wrote:No. I will trade you 20 workers for 8 sheep, 7 barrels of fish, and 3 horses. Give us 10 sheep, 10 barrels of fish, and 5 horses, and we will give you 20 slaves. Your people and the slaves will not understand them, because they are unique to Canadian architects. So, if you want to be able to build it, you will have to give us 3 more barrels of fish. In total, ten sheep, thirteen barrels of fish, and five horses. In return, you will be given 20 slaves to own and an architect, who will implement the design. As for the palace itself, we would like you or whoever is buying the palace to come down here, so that he can work with us and that we can make sure the palace is according to what he wants. Deal. Would you like the ship to bring the sheep and go back for the horses and fish, or would you like me to go back and bring everything to once? (I need 6 barrels of fish and 5 horses.) Macro, Capital of Peseta night of feasts! This was the celebration that was had the night before the beginning of a campaign. King Part ordered all his people to Macro from the surrounding villages. They wear our ceremonial clothing and dance around the fire. The people feast on the food our women have prepared. Many warriors would gather that night in the capital to fight with the King. Many of them old men, fighting beside the king numerous times, yet, many being young men, whom have yet to prove themselves in battle. In the morning, all the men go off to war. The King sat amused. He talked amongst his war commanders, discussing the future glory and plunder that will be had the next day. It was certain victory. "Our enemy is the cowardly Ran after all," the King said. "We've fought them before at our southern borders, and won nearly every time." Now, is the perfect time to completely annihilate them, the King thought. They continually raid Went land, but their efforts result in meaningless gains. "If they won't fight directly, we'll just take their capital. The gods have already spoken. They blessed Went with the bravest and strongest warriors! Glory and Wealth lay only before us!" His men cheered. "It's time to prove yourselves! We battle weak Ran. Surely they are not soldiers, but frightened dogs!" The King was really enjoying himself. It is only in times like these that can make that man like so. A good feast and tomorrow a great plunder. Just two moons ago........ In the village of Median just broke in the village of Media. It was an ordinary fishing village of ordinary size in Went. Life in the village was as usual. They could not have foreseen the destruction that would befall them that day. The tribe of Ran set upon them, absent warning or provocation. The battle was sound and quick. The good people of Media never even had a chance to fight, for their death was quicker than Shea's* wind. Everything was burned to the ground, including the statue of Tuner**. They truly mean destruction if they try to turn Tuner against the people of Went. Most of the people were killed, with exception, as some were put into bondage. This is but a taste of the madness that is Ran. They would attack two more villages before word finally reach ear of the King of Went. Needless to say he was furious.*Shea = God of wind; known for causing frightening gusts of wind without cause.**Tuner = God of oceans; floods villages if thrown into a violent rage. Pwenet and Ran have been foe for many years. Each side raiding and pillaging the border villages of the other. Both kings personally leading many of those charges. Yet, this was different as the two had agreed to a truce. Part of that truce was that the border be demilitarized. This was a grave mistake on the part of King Part; to trust the treacherous Ran would ever possess or understand the concept of honor. Went was granted victory in their last encounter. It must be revenge they are seeking, after the humiliation received from that encounter. One side is eventually going to be laid to grass. King Part of Went has had his fill. He has sounded the horn of war, and seeks to send Ran to the afterlife forever. BTW it is land claim day, you know... Our soldiers marched into the largest village south. The villagers were quite afraid as many of the men were out hunting. When they got back, they were surprised and surrendered due to their disorganization and that fact that we had their families' hostage. The soldiers are now consolidating their hold on the smaller settlements which they can easily overpower. I hereby claim Zhejiang Province (in modern China). Meanwhile, the ships which were planned have proved too much of a job. One of the large design ships will be built and will be named headlong, meaning "Sea Dragon". 4 other smaller ones with a capacity of less than 50 will be built. Meanwhile, we begin to establish trading links with the nearby tribes with things such as their furs and herbs for our grain and pottery. United States of the Superior wrote:Abated wrote:Give us 10 sheep, 10 barrels of fish, and 5 horses, and we will give you 20 slaves. Your people and the slaves will not understand them, because they are unique to Canadian architects. So, if you want to be able to build it, you will have to give us 3 more barrels of fish. In total, ten sheep, thirteen barrels of fish, and five horses. In return, you will be given 20 slaves to own and an architect, who will implement the design. As for the palace itself, we would like you or whoever is buying the palace to come down here, so that he can work with us and that we can make sure the palace is according to what he wants. Deal. Would you like the ship to bring the sheep and go back for the horses and fish, or would you like me to go back and bring everything to once? (I need 6 barrels of fish and 5 horses.) Do whichever that is the quickest. A bunch of explorers are sent out to try and map our territory and the maps are to be delivered to our academy. After this, they will be assigned to scouting the surrounding areas. This isn't a mapping expedition, just getting a general idea, like a rough census. OK. I'll go back. The Northern Island of New Zealand fell to the Arians when 1000 land units and 500 navy overran the area. The navy blocked off all escape routes through the sea while the land units (400 infantry, 300 archers, and 300 cavalry) ran over the free lands. The entire northern island is now under control of Bardic. Numbers have multiplied due to new citizens and celebration. Cowlick wrote:The Northern Island of New Zealand fell to the Arians when 1000 land units and 500 navy overran the area. The navy blocked off all escape routes through the sea while the land units (400 infantry, 300 archers, and 300 cavalry) ran over the free lands. The entire northern island is now under control of Bardic. Numbers have multiplied due to new citizens and celebration. See IOC. Ella, let's do the deal mentioned above. Deal? German American States wrote:Ella, let's do the deal mentioned above. Deal? Which one? Quote it please. The 13 barrels of fish, 10 sheep, and 5 horses have arrived in Ella. Also, a royal ship carrying the Emperor's right-hand man and some members of the Senate has arrived. United States of the Superior wrote:The 13 barrels of fish, 10 sheep, and 5 horses have arrived in Ella. Also, a royal ship carrying the Emperor's right-hand man and some members of the Senate has arrived. Okay, we will work with them and finalize the design according to the will of your Emperor. Edit: They will be done in a couple of days. Abated wrote:United States of the Superior wrote:The 5 barrels of fish have arrived at the port city in Ella. Your statues will arrive tomorrow, as it takes time to make them perfect and complete.In the meantime, does your leader have a palace yet? Are the statues still being created or did we just assume they came in? United States of the Superior wrote:Abated wrote:Your statues will arrive tomorrow, as it takes time to make them perfect and complete.In the meantime, does your leader have a palace yet? Are the statues still being created or did we just assume they came in? Did you want the statues for the palace? Because we thought you wanted them to come with your palace, and they would be installed with the establishment of the palace. If you want them separate, then we can work on that now. Oh, okay. Yeah, that's a better idea. United States of the Superior wrote:Oh, okay. Yeah, that's a better idea. Okay, we will do it that way. Recent update: Sumeria now sells wine! Make your trade for the best wine in the known civilizations! Hushing, I will trade you 4 bottles of wine for a painting of the Superman leader (for my palace). Abated wrote:German American States wrote:A group of merchant ships from the port of Fewness are awaiting to trade 10 tons of barley, 5 tons of wool, and 15 kegs of the finest Russian Ale, as well as 5 Russian steeds. Who is wishing to trade with our merchants? We will sail to the port of the first person who makes a good deal with us. We will take two tons of barley, 1 ton of wool, and five steeds. In return, you will be given either two and a half tons of marble or four statues of any person of your choosing. We do not carve Egyptian statues; we carve Greek masterpieces, which you can get nowhere else. This was our original deal. United States of the Superior wrote:Hushing, I will trade you 4 bottles of wine for a painting of the Superman leader (for my palace).4 bottles? No. Our existing ships are sent out to explore our coast and things and to claim some smaller island where we find them. Meanwhile, we trial a system where we will trade with the tribes and protect them from other tribes in return for some tribute. Our soldiers will go and protect them from other tribes' raids, and they give us things that we ask for. Also, this way, since more than one tribe will take up this offer, there will be more peace due to the way that the tribes would not attack other tribes doing this deal. German American States wrote:Abated wrote:We will take two tons of barley, 1 ton of wool, and five steeds. In return, you will be given either two and a half tons of marble or four statues of any person of your choosing. We do not carve Egyptian statues; we carve Greek masterpieces, which you can get nowhere else. This was our original deal. Yeah, we can do that. Our army has been expanded due to our recent southern conquests and tribes sending us men. We are now creating a system by which the tribes would send a representative to us, and we make decisions which affect us all. How about 6 bottles and 2 bundles of wheat? United States of the Superior wrote:How about 6 bottles and 2 bundles of wheat? Who is this to? Abated wrote:United States of the Superior wrote:How about 6 bottles and 2 bundles of wheat? Who is this to? Hushnia. I want at least 10 bottles for maybe 3–4 tons of wheat. By some careful maneuvering, we have managed to acquire much more power over our tribes under our protection/vassalage than they had originally intended. However, they can't do anything about it because of our might. Meanwhile, our ships have sailed far and claimed some small island as well as our armies, which are marching north. Assimilation of the southern province is nearly complete due to their close association with our culture. We expect that soon, we will have an approximate but complete map of all our land. German American States wrote:I want at least 10 bottles for maybe 3–4 tons of wheat. No, I'm not giving you bottles for wheat, I'm offering bottlesandwheat for a painting of my leader. I'll make a better offer: 8 bottles and 2 tons of wheat (a ton is a lot by the way) for a painting. Do we have a deal? Recent update: Sumeria now offers corn and4 golden nugget shave been found! United States of the Superior wrote:Recent update: Sumeria now offers corn and 4 golden nuggets have been found! You're statues have been completed. Would like us to deliver them to you now or hold on to them until the completion of the design for the palace? The southern province has been assimilated, and our kingdom has also got a map. Our explorers are being sent to scout our borders and vassals and the ships are being repaired after a storm. Is my territory, light blue is tribal vassals Abated wrote:United States of the Superior wrote:Recent update: Sumeria now offers corn and 4 golden nuggets have been found! You're statues have been completed. Would like us to deliver them to you now or hold on to them until the completion of the design for the palace? Hold onto them until the palace is completed. Thanks. United States of the Superior wrote:Abated wrote:You're statues have been completed. Would like us to deliver them to you now or hold on to them until the completion of the design for the palace? Hold onto them until the palace is completed. Thanks. For that storage fee, we'll need one golden nugget. Deal. The remaining 3 gold nuggets have been put in Sumeria's treasury, only to be used for very valuable trades. Also, ten pounds of gold and 15 silver nuggets have been found, also to be put in the treasury. A large boulder of jade, nearly the size of a large wagon has been found. It is currently being excavated to be carted back to the palace. Meanwhile, troops are assembling for an incursion into the north. Our ships are once again venturing out and will be scouring the coastline as well as sailing further out to sea. United States of the Superior wrote:Deal. How much does one nugget weigh? Alleniana wrote:A large boulder of jade, nearly the size of a large wagon has been found. It is currently being excavated to be carted back to the palace. Meanwhile, troops are assembling for an incursion into the north. Our ships are once again venturing out and will be scouring the coastline as well as sailing further out to sea. OoC: Where is your land? --ERROR_404 COULD NOT BE FOUND-- Abated wrote:IOC: Where is your land? Alleniana wrote: Blue is my territory, light blue is tribal vassals Armenian wrote:Abated wrote:IOC: Where is your land? Alleniana wrote: Blue is my territory, light blue is tribal vassals: I don't jade was ever in that area of China. It was:Quote Wikipedia:During Neolithic times, the key known sources of nephrite jade in China for utilitarian and ceremonial jade items were the now depleted deposits in the Kingship area in the Yangtze River Delta (Guangzhou culture 3400–2250 BC) and in an area of the Liaoning province and Inner Mongolia (Hong shan culture 4700–2200 BC).[5] I own the Yangtze river delta. One nugget weighs 1 pound, but I think Hushing should decide how much it weighs. An army of 750 is being sent into the north, they are 250 horsemen with leather armor, iron swords, also 500 people with leather armor, helmets, swords, spears, pikes, etc. Our entire army is being sent to the Crimean Peninsula to battle a pretty hostile tribe there. We expect victory by tomorrow. Also, Sumeria, do you want to be allies? And, a new shipment of 10 oxen and 5 kegs of ale has arrived from the countryside. Who wants to trade? The Azeris people have long-lived in isolation but no more the king Ali has now sent 400 men and 100 camel riders to the northern tribe of Catalan to annex their land and take their camels their city of Kathrin will be mine he exclaimed now we will go into a great nation! German American States wrote:Our entire army is being sent to the Crimean Peninsula to battle a pretty hostile tribe there. We expect victory by tomorrow. Also, Sumeria, do you want to be allies? And, a new shipment of 10 oxen and 5 kegs of ale has arrived from the countryside. Who wants to trade? I would like to be allies with you. I will trade 1 pound of river for the oxen and ale. Also, did we nullify the deal at the top of the page? Unexpected troubles are happening in the northern province we are trying to conquer. Rain and rocky terrain has slowed the fighters down, but they will up and going very soon. Meanwhile, plans are underway to annex the tribes under our vassalage. The academy has come up with better bladed weapons due to an interesting technique where random rocks are used to help forge the arm, giving it a more spiked, random, catching shape and texture (for anti-vax weapons). We claim the Crimean Peninsula, after defeating the local barbarians. I will get our new map up soon. Hushing, are we still doing the trade? News: Superman troops have conquered more land. Map coming soon (I tried my best to fill in the areas). New Territory: ... 3633015249I have two: one from Thursday and one from today. See IOC As I said before... United States of the Superior wrote:New Territory: ... 3633015249I have two: one from Thursday and one from today. The troops stuck up north have been able to get moving again, and are attacking the northern area. They are taking casualties with many skirmishes with the natives, but the discovery and sack of a sizeable settlement makes the region look very worth conquering. The troops of our nation have pushed north. The royal cartographers have charted the new map of our territory. The northern province has been taken with relatively heavy casualties. However, the subjugated people are quite productive and skilled, so we have gained a great asset. Yet more invasion plans are made, this time for the south. The ships continue to scout, and met with a ship from the Yamato On people. Things are pretty slow here... That they are.IC: The Northern province has now been assimilated and an army of 1000 people is planned to be sent to conquer yet more land down south. It will be composed of 250 swordsmen (125 will have limited metal armor and shield, rest have leather armor and no shield), 250 spacemen (125 will have limited metal armor and shield, rest have leather armor and no shield), 250 cavalry (125 will have sword, 125 will have spear, all have leather armor)and 250 archers (with knives). Our shipbuilding schemes are finished and all the warships are now scouting, including trying to locate the Yamato On.

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X-Men_ American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes

X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes (classes are dedicated to the study and understanding of mutant abilities. They are theoretical in nature and can help students to grasp how their abilities truly work. Students are welcome and encouraged to attend classes even for powers they do not possess, to aid in understanding their peers and dispel any fears. It is here mutants are taught about responsibility and taking care to not harm others with the power they possess. Current Time Period:Monday 15th - Sunday 21st September, 2017Post format:(~text?outsize=14&TXT=150%C3%97200&w=150&h=200)Name:(Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)Location:(Where are they?) Date/Time:(At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)Tagging:(What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)Content:(What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside the specific thread.) 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David, also known as Legion, asked for an innocent game of cards. Of course, it was anything but an innocent invitation—it was a declaration of war. A mental gauntlet being thrown at her. Jean Grey already knew it was coming, not because she is a powerful telepath, but because she managed to outwit him at their last game, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he sought a rematch. The game started simple enough, and as usual the longer they played, the higher the stakes. It was all friendly competition, and Jean wondered if this is how Xavier and Magneto felt when they faced against each other in their younger days. At the moment, it was already dark outside and the game had reached a stalemate. It was time for a tie-breaker. Part of Jean wanted to concede and let David get the win. It would certainly boost his confidence. But no, he would not want a victory that was handed to him, so she had to press harder. Chances were he could still win anyway. He had grown better at figuring out her tells lately. She had known him for a long time, and he was very much family at this point. Yet each interaction with him was always different. That could be because his mind was splintered into several personalities, after all. Jean smiled fondly at him as she could tell he was getting preoccupied with the others inside his head. She could hear Luke’s shout-out, but by this point Jean had learned the hard way not to trust Luke very much. He was always trying to cause some kind of trouble and get her attention. Facing Legion always felt like taking on a dozen opponents at once. Taxing, but rewarding when she managed to keep herself in control long enough to get the upper hand.“You shouldn’t lose your focus, David.” Jean smiled as she spoke for the first time in a while.“How about I ask if you have any…” She tried combing through his mind for any tell, but it was like trying to pick a quarter in a barrel full of nickels,“Aces.” She hoped to complete her set, but he had already gotten the Queens and tens, and if he had the Kings—which she suspected he had at least two--it could spell trouble. (Grey Location:classroom Date/Time:Sept 2, evening Tagging:David (Legion)Content:card game Jean could tell David had something up his sleeve. He had done well this time. Using subterfuge to back up his bluff. He had pretended to hide that ace so much that it made her curious to go after it. It worked, but she still managed to get another turn. The game had definitely reached a climactic point and the next few moves would decide a victor. To someone watching from outside it seemed like a quiet game, not knowing the small war that was going on in their minds. It was her turn next, but Jean could tell there was a shift in David’s mind. He was blocking her view, but she could still feel the change. Now it all depended on whether she could see through it. She shifted in her seat a little bit as she made her next choice. It was getting late, and she hoped to get this game finished. Jean tried to make an unexpected choice and throw him off, but it seemed this time he had prepared for that. She got through his psychic defenses and in her mind’s eye saw a scramble of information. It was a deliberate attempt to confuse her, but it worked this time. For the first time in this game, she had to make an actual guess.“Well played…” She thought.“Do you have any…threes?” She asked and waited for his response. (Grey Location:classroom Date/Time:Sept 2, evening Tagging:David (Legion)Content:card game Jean smiled as she realized he had taken an advantage this round.“I see you’re determined this time.” She spoke instead of thinking into his mind, as both of them were still entangled in a tug-of-war for dominance. Still, she had to be careful. It wasn’t just a matter of pouring all of her power to repel his. For Jean Grey, it was also a struggle to keep herself from lashing out and going too far with it. If she somehow slipped, her powers could flow through her telekinesis, and soon she’d have all the chairs in the room swirling like a tornado. That, or she could inadvertently hurt him. Charles once said that her passion could be a source of strength, or it could be what destroyed her. She did not want to find which today. Already she could tell the kind of headache she’d have later. Soon enough the bell rang and Jean put down her card.“To be continued.” She said with a light smirk, shutting down the psionic field between the two of them.“At this rate, I think we missed supper.” She said as she stood up.“You’re getting better at managing your other personalities, David.” She said as she picked up the box of leftover food and put it in the trash bin. Furthermore, she was not using her telekinesis because she had pretty much exhausted her powers for the evening. David was a very competent opponent. She only hoped that he could hold himself in check as well. Power like his could be devastating without control.“I’m very proud of you in your progress.” Positive affirmation was always a good thing, although she wasn't just being kind--she meant it. She also had enough respect for him to be straight forward with him. (Charles Xavier Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:OPEN Content:Charles is waiting for students to arrive Charles waited patiently in the classroom for three o'clock to roll around. He had been well-prepared for the past twenty minutes, and seen fit to just rest until his students arrived. He wasn't sure of exactly what numbers he would get, but at least a reasonable handful of students would be nice. After all, learning to defend themselves against the dangers of telepaths was vital. He knew full well that at least a handful of the Brotherhood were more than capable of telepathy and could easily prove lethal to anyone unaware of its lethal effects. The classroom was particularly basic in layout today. The desks were cleared away, and he had pulled up a handful of reasonably comfortable chairs directly opposite his own desk. No need for anything too official for this, it would be closer to a talk than a lesson. What he was teaching couldn't particularly be noted down or studied without his help. Focusing on actually experiencing a mind entering their own was the only real way for a student to prepare to defend against it. Of course, it was almost impossible to resist a truly powerful telepath for the non-telepaths attending, but some minor struggle was at least better than nothing. This first lesson of the term would be focused on the real basics. An understanding of the vulnerability of an unaware mind to telepaths was the primary aim for this first lesson. Any student who hoped to be a field operative would absolutely have to possess that knowledge. An unguarded mind around certain members of the Brotherhood could be as much of a liability as any help. So, for those students comfortable he would allow them to feel the presence of his mind in theirs, and perhaps snatch a piece of information he asked them to focus on. It was for this purpose that he had a pack of cards laid on the floor beside each of the students chairs. They could pick one, to have a harmless secret to try to contain within their mind. (Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, Open Content:Just arriving Wearing:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(to:Bump of Chicken. Hello World was the first to arrive, walking into the classroom, curtsying politely to the Professor, a smile appearing for a brief moment as she looked open the Professor. She sat down, not turning off the music just yet. She knew the Professor would voice his displeasure with her choice in his mind if it really bothered him. Furthermore, she rocked back and forth with the music, gazing at him, though her mind was elsewhere. Furthermore, she glowed ever so slightly, content with her situation right now. The glow took a reddish color, not out of malice or anger, but just because she loved the color. She didn't pay much attention to the classroom, she had been in this very room so, so many times before. However, something caught her eye today. On the window sill, having jumped in through the open window sat a cat, mesmerized by her display of light. This caused a genuine giggle to leave her lips as she rose from her seat, moving over, petting the cat "Do you know where this little guy came from Professor? I don't remember anyone in the Mansion keeping a cat. He doesn't have a collar, but he seems calm around people" she said, scratching the cat behind its ears, causing it to purr (Stars more/ Chamber Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier Content:Arriving Why did he decide on this again? Jon then remembered that it was simply curiosity if perhaps he could find out more. He doubted that the telepathy he used would ever evolve to the levels of Jean or Charles. However, it was just fine with him as just using it to speak was something simple... Seeing other peoples thoughts? Nah... Not for him, but perhaps there would be other things that he could discover. Chamber was experimenting with the limited illusions and well he kinda sucked in that department... Still the open door of the classroom beckoned to the British-born mutant for now... Jonothon might not have been the first to arrive thank god, but it appeared the girl was talking about some cat. At least he got a pick of the chairs though and naturally Jon took the one furthest from the door. He had almost moved it away from the others, but Jon had been told by some of the other teachers to leave the furniture in place before. He would just have to suck it up... The deck of cards got an amused glance as Jon could guess what they would be for. Finally, he looked over to the Professor his mental voice projecting out in its accent, "Good afternoon Professor..." ("Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass Location:A Classroom Date/Time:September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, OPEN Content:Arriving Tess entered the classroom, quietly, and stopped in the doorway as she looked at the small group of people in the room. Taking a step or two back, she made sure she had the right room before re-entering without a word. She gave Professor Xavier a slight nod before walking up to one of the chairs and sitting down with her feet apart and her knees pressed together. She wore a black sweater(dark blue skinny jeans, a pair of dirty old Converse sneakers, and a pair of black finger-less gloves. Her black side-swept bangs hid the majority of the right side of her face, including one of her blue-gray eyes. Sitting in silence, her left leg bounced, impatiently, hoping this class would begin soon. Her eyes fixated on a spot on the floor where it looked like something had dripped. It looked like a simple water droplet, but she stayed fixated on it, not bothering to look around the room. (Charles Xavier Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:OPEN Content:Charles is waiting for students to arrive Charles quietly gave smiles and nods of acknowledgement to each of his students as they arrived. They were all polite enough, and he didn't ever expect perfect manners. He smiled a little wider at Alison's curiosity about the cat. He wasn't entirely sure where it might have come from, but cats were gifted at getting just about anywhere." I'm afraid I don't, no. He does seem very sweet though." He was pleased that Jon managed to restrain himself from dragging his chair away to a corner of the room. That was at least some form of progress from him. The projected voice was clear, and even had a clear accent. He responded telepathically, silently responding to Jon." Good afternoon, Jon"When the third student arrived he waited for a brief moment before smiling, looking around and deciding it was time to begin getting things underway. No sense in waiting for half the school to arrive, after all." All right, students, I think it's time for us to begin our lesson. Today we're going to be studying beginner telepathic defense. I'm sure most of you have little to no experience defending your minds from a real telepathic assault. But I can show you a peaceful telepathic communication." Charles finished speaking out loud and transitioned to telepathic communication. His voice clearly projected itself into the students minds." Now you can hear me speak within your minds. Jon, you will know a reasonable amount about projecting your voice. But a more malicious telepath is easily capable of causing a great deal of harm to your mind without any defense if you cannot feel it happen. For this reason it is vital that you are aware of your thoughts and actions, and can learn to at least try and resist it should a telepath attempt to alter them. Before we fully begin, who has initial questions?" Charles sat back and prepared to field any preliminary curiosities his students might have, before he would get into challenging them to keep secrets from him. The lesson would be laid out as something of a parlor game, but in reality it was an incredibly useful method for learning to telepathically defend themselves. ("Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass Location:A Classroom Date/Time:September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, OPEN Content:Classless reluctantly lifted her eyes from the floor to look at Professor Xavier as he spoke. Her leg stopped bouncing, and she sat up a little bit straighter after noticing she had slouched down in her seat, slightly. When he began to telepathically communicate, though, her eyes darted away from him, and she glanced back towards to door, feeling a little uncomfortable having someone in her mind. It was something she had never felt prior to coming to this school, so it was going to take some getting used to. After he had finished speaking, Tess raised her hand, causing the bottom of her sweater to lift enough to expose a bit of her midriff. She blushed and slowly lowered her hand, not sure if it was necessary since there were only three people attending this class." I have a question,"she began softly, not being one who normally projected her voice." When it comes to telepathy, what kinds of things could you find out from someone? Like, do you just get their current thoughts and their fears or can you see their memories as well?"she asked, her eyes focused on the professor's desk instead of him." I'm sorry if that's a stupid question. I just don't know anything about this at all." (Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, Open Content:Waiting Wearing:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(to:Bump of Chicken. Hello World smiled softly at the professor, giggling a little at his comment, petting the cat some more, stroking its furry head, smiling as the little thing began purring. Alison got up to move back to her seat, yet instead of remaining on the window sill, the cat followed her, even as she sat down, it sat down by her feet "I think he likes me professor" she said with a soft smile, petting the cat before taking a look at the deck of cards laid out before her. She split the deck in two and started shuffling them in a myriad of different ways till she was finally satisfied, putting the deck down on the table. She nodded approvingly as the Professor spoke again. Furthermore, she saw Tess, was it? Asking the Professor a question, Alison was about to interrupt, having read up on practically all the mutant related literature she could find, but stopped, realizing that the Professor might want to explain it himself. She just hoped he hadn't sensed anything from her, she was feeling nervous enough as it was. The thought of having someone poke through her thoughts wasn't exactly a pleasing one, though she had spoken to the professor telepathically before, one night she'd had particularly harsh nightmares and had woken practically the whole school by shoot a cartoon wrecking ball sized Dazzler out of the window as she woke with a start, the dazzler acting like a miniature sun, blasting the school with light (Stars more/ Chamber Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier Content:Classic turned out that Jon wasn't the last one after all, but only three of them? He would have thought more of the students would be curious enough to at least give it a try. His eyes pulled from the newest arrival as Xavier greeted him. The muscles of Jon's cheeks twitched as if he were attempting to give a smile at least. However, it was tough to smile when one was missing their lower jaw. The most the attempted gesture gained was revealing more of his burns as the black leather wrapped about the ruins of his face slipped. A hand spared a moment to lift the bandages back into place. The movement stirred enough to allow a small curl of flame to reach out and caress his cheek. The girl that had been in the room before him was still fixated on the cat. Chamber wondered briefly about possibly intro.... Nah, it is a waste of time... It's only a classroom setting, and they probably wouldn't care enough to even remember his. Only time would tell... Plus class was starting... It was only a small moment of speech before the Professors voice shifted back into his mind. Jon did find some humor in that this might be the quietest class ever which was an interesting thought. It wasn't long before the shy girl asked a question, and Jonathon could see the other girl act as if she were about to interrupt, but appeared to let Xavier be able to answer it. His eyes shifted back... Of course Jon knew some of what he might be capable of if he wasn't a broken shell of a mutant. Still maybe? No real questions came to him to ask so he just leaned back as silent as ever while watching the others. (Charles Xavier Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Chamber, Songbird, Hourglass Content:Charles is waiting for students to arrive Charles paid attention to Tess's questions and tried his best to smile. The answer was unfortunately far from what he was sure the girl hoped for. Many students here did not wish for their thoughts and secrets to be exposed, and Charles couldn't blame them." Not a stupid question at all, Tess. Telepathy is highly complex and incredibly varied. Some telepaths can only read thoughts. Some can only implant emotions into others. Some can only create illusions. But some are capable of all of these things, as I am. A powerful enough telepath is capable of seeing everything from your emotions and thoughts to your most distant memories. They may even be able to see things you have forgotten or repressed yourself." Telepathy itself was still something of a scientific mystery and marvel. It was particularly difficult to pin down how it worked, and had taken years to develop anything like Magneto's helm. But learning to be used to a mind entering your own, and push against it, was not too difficult to begin with. Time to start the lesson off with his simple parlor trick. It was a bit of fun, and let people witness how effective telepathy could be." So, you've all noticed your cards. To avoid invading any private thoughts I would like you each to shuffle your deck and pick one. Look at it and return it to the deck. Don't show me, or say what the card is. When you've each picked and memorized your card I will tell you what they were. This will give you a harmless insight into a mind entering your own. If any of you are uncomfortable, you don't have to take part. But I can promise that my control is enough that I will not see anything but the card." Normally with more, or younger, students this was a bit of fun. But he knew the people in this room had things they wished to keep to themselves, and he didn't want to pressure or upset anyone. Hopefully they would be up for the game, as it was a vital part of starting to understand just what telepathy could do. And understanding how incredible of a tool it is a necessary step on the road to defending against it. ("Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass Location:A Classroom Date/Time:September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, OPEN Content:Class Wearing:Sweater (dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves Tess couldn't help but feel a bit of tightness in her chest, anxiety over the thought of someone finding out exactly what she was afraid of or simply seeing her past. Her leg began to bounce again, and she chewed the inside of her cheek, visually uncomfortable with the Professor's answer, but she said no more about it. Her eyes focused on the one droplet of water on the floor until the Professor spoke again. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes from the water droplet and looked down to the cards that had been set beside her chair. She reached down and picked them up before shuffling them in her lap. It was a little difficult to do with her cotton gloves on, but she managed to not drop them all over the place. A few single cards fell into her lap now and again, but she shuffled them back into the deck and did as the Professor asked. Pulling a card from the middle of the deck, she looked at it, making sure to record it to her memory so she wouldn't forget." King of Spades. King of Spades. King of Spades,"she thought to herself before slipping the card back into the deck and shuffling it again. She was fidgeting. (Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, Open Content:Waiting Wearing:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(to:Bump of Chicken. Hello World smiled as she shuffled her set just one more time as she looked over at the professor. She drew a card, looking at it intently, and then thought "Ace of spades" Over and over and over again. She had read professor Bradley's thoughts on mental defense, on how he had put up strong enough mental defenses to keep Charles out, by using his mutation to literally overwhelm the other with new concepts. He had theorized that one could create a solid defense by thinking of a clearly defined thing, preferably something one had worked through mentally, that couldn't be used to hurt the defender. Alison wondered if she should test this, but decided against it, instead focussing on the card she had drawn. She looked over at the Professor, smiling gently as she set about shuffling the rest of the deck again, thoughtlessly, the motions being muscle memory. (Stars more/ Chamber Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier Content:Classroom listened to Xavier's answer to Tess, and he might have smiled if he had the appropriate parts. Still he just had to pipe up to let his mental voice roll over the group, "Then you get a screw-up like me... My illusions blow and my telepathy only goes one way." It was followed by a chuckle and him lifting the deck of cards... He listened to Xavier as he explained what the cards were for, and he started to shuffle the deck. Jonathon's eye flickered to the two girls as they shuffled and drew their own cards, but decided to give his own a couple more shuffles. Fingers moved to give a single card a slow pull and a momentary pause before it was turned towards his eyes. It took a moment as his brown eyes blinked and suddenly British laughter came from his mind. Of course Chamber would draw the joker... He probably should have taken it out, but too late now, and he decided to roll with it and pushed back into the deck.Finally, Jon straightened back in his seat and simply crossed his arms over the ruins of his chest. The black Ram ones t-shirt presses in slightly as his thoughts center on the Joker card he had drawn. (Charles Xavier Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Chamber, Songbird, Hourglass Content:Teaching Charles made a quiet mental note of Tess's unease, but as she seemed to be managing to hold herself together he didn't want to draw any attention to her. He quietly hoped she would find some confidence but entirely understood her situation. Instead, he focused on continuing the lesson to distract everyone. Charles peered within the minds of the three students for nothing more than a split second. However instead of his typical subtle, well honed telepathy he made certain they were aware of his mind within theirs. He did not do anything loud or harmful, but instead simply made his presence known. They would feel his thoughts seeking theirs out, almost as though they were trying to physically run with their card's identity away from him. Unfortunately Charles's power showed through rapidly, and he easily caught the three, revealing their cards. He turned to them in the order they looked at their cards." King of spades, ace of spades and if I'm not mistaken that would be the joker, Jon." He smiled at the three, hoping they didn't feel too invaded. He hadn't gleaned a single piece of information aside from the cards identities, as they all did very well to keep their focus on the card." Excellent focus, all of you. You did well to keep your minds focused on the cards. What we're going to do this time is to shuffle again. But instead of focusing on your card you're going to glance at it and focus on keeping me from it. Think of anything, something nondescript in the room works just fine. You should notice it takes my presence longer to find what it's seeking." ("Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass Location:A Classroom Date/Time:September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, OPEN Content:Class Wearing:Sweater (dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves Tessa could feel him enter her mind, and it made her very uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and turned her head away slightly as she gripped the cards in her fingers. Her heart raced a bit, having that initial fear that he would see more than he intended to. She could feel a tightness in her chest as if there were muscles expanding around her heart, putting pressure on it. Her anxiety was beginning to get the best of her. Maybe she shouldn't have come to this class. Immediately, without thought, she froze time and set the cards down on the floor before pulling her legs up to her chest and covering her head with her arms as she let it hang between her knees. Her fingers clenched the hair on the back of her head as she tried to settle down and focus on her breathing. She was not yet used to all of this and was still very broken from what she had just recently escaped from. After rocking slightly for about a minute, she finally let out a deep breath and began to compose herself. She put her feet back down on the floor and picked up the cards before sitting back up. One more deep breath and she unfroze time, but was in a slightly different position from what she had been in before. She had been shuffling the cards before it happened, but now the cards were resting in her lap, and she was sitting up a little taller in her seat. Her headache was mild, having not changed anything besides her position while she was essentially alone. She was used to the mild headaches, so she didn't focus on it much at all. Listening to the Professor's words, she looked around to find something to focus on first before selecting a card. She glanced at it quickly, long enough to see that it was a 3 of diamonds. She set the card on the top of the deck, just in case she ended up forgetting what card it was, and immediately started thinking about something else. I wonder if that cat is another mutant just wanting to sit in on the class. It seems weird that it would just come in and immediately allow that girl to pet it without first smelling her or without being cautious. Maybe she has food on her or something? Or maybe it's an indoor cat that loves people? It doesn't really seem that dirty, so it must have a home. (Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, Open Content:Waiting Wearing:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(bit her lip as she heard of the Professor's new challenge. It was something she'd been looking forward to since deciding to come to the class. She looked down at the deck, shuffling it, flipping some of the cards over with small activations of her photonic repulsed blasts. The sound coming from outside had vanished suddenly, as Alison had found it hard to concentrate with the birds chirping, so she had made the room impenetrable to sounds coming from outside, the windows now forming a perfect nullifying sound for all acoustic energy. Alison quickly looked at one of the cards "Jack of clubs" then she thought back on all she'd ever read on mental defenses, both in the school library and in all the other texts she'd found on mutant powers. She bit her lip hard as she looked up at the professor and then, mentally, not knowing if he was listening or not said in her mind "I'm sorry..." Then it started, she drew it from the depths, from the darkness deep within her. She was over it now, therapy and a proper family had taken care of that, but it was still painful for her. There was no image with the memory, just sound and sensation. Had there been speech involved in the incident, she could no longer remember it, and as the memory took form, as it "shielded" her mind, all that was outwardly dazzlers mind was a quick whistling sound, followed by searing, whistling, then searing pain. A tear ran down Alison's cheek, but she kept it up, she wanted to know if it was an effective defense (Stars more/ Chamber Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier Content:Class Now try to keep him from finding it? Well now... That would be harder to do, but it should make a fun challenge. His fingers moved as the cards were shuffled in his hands and thought of some way to work it out. There was that one book.... It was fiction, but they did deal with telepaths... Which reminded Jon that they touched upon it in MOTOR: The Sith Lords as well. Pure Payback... Oh, wait he sucked at that minigame, but he could use something similar. Which he gained a new idea and decided to use them all and see how confusing it ended up... Jono drew a card from the middle of the deck, and he took a second before his eyes flickered to give the card a glance. The card ended up being the "King of Hearts" and Jon shoved it back into the deck, before he sat it off to the side. If he had lungs he would've taken a deep breath, but he didn't and put his mind to work on other things,1, 2, 3, 33, 54, 5, 53 1/4, 1 1/2, 16... Hit, Queen... Bust..., 50, 19, 100 1/2"From there Jon takes another turn in his mind,"Dragon born have a base walking speed of 30 feet... Their damage resistance and breath weapon depend on their diatonic ancestry... Gold ancestry gives a fire damage type in a 15-foot cone that needs a DEX save..." (Charles Xavier Location:A Classroom Date/Time:Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon Tagging:Chamber, Songbird, Hourglass Content:Teaching Charles remained quiet as he watched them all take their cards and begin their own personal efforts at defending their minds. This time he would go to each person as an individual, and limit his own power a great deal. As soon as they all seemed ready he nodded." This time I will enter each of your minds one by one. I will then use the closest approximation of a far weaker telepath, so that your defenses will at least slow me." First he focused on Tess, closing his eyes he felt her mind. She was anxious, and scared, and he felt a little saddened that he was partially responsible for that. But she would come through this stronger and more confident of her self than she had been. He initially sought out the card, but her mind was a little scattered. The anxiety was working somewhat to her advantage. That and the fact she was rapidly flickering through thoughts of the cat. The more twists and turns her mind took the more images and ideas were thrown at him as he searched. She would feel him witnessing her ideas about the cat, and he made sure she could at least somewhat sense his presence, albeit a less overwhelming one than earlier. He then searched through her recent memories, focusing hard on the cards themselves. The shuffling was dragged up to the top, causing her to briefly remember it too, before it flashed forward to the card itself." Tess, three of diamonds. Excellent job, thinking quickly or deeply are your best options. The more you can throw at me the more I am forced to sift through." Next he turned to Allison and witnessed her mind. She seemed upset, hurt. He would be very cautious about prying into the exact source of this upset. As he initially wandered a little he felt her pain and sadness well up. For a second his progress was halted, and he was forced to steady himself. It was similar to teetering on a cliff edge, the feeling of being before such a deep well of emotion. In order to avoid prying he pushed himself a little and avoided the edge. He managed to free himself from the deeper past and focus on more recent memories, quickly finding the cards themselves. Her utilization of her power came quickly, too, but he skipped over that and drew the card to the surface." Allison, Jack of Clubs. Very well done. Be careful what you draw on though, as in an effort to distract them you may show them other things you need to hide."Finally, he moved to Jonathon. The only other telepath, but one with so little experience in this particular field that it didn't particularly change much. Jonathon had made a slightly different decision, and seemed to have set his mind wandering and racing before looking at the card itself. Thereby managing to shuffle the memory of the card into the deck of his other recent memories. Charles was virtually bombarded by the rapid thought process, and briefly had to push himself just to extract his mind from the cycle. Instead, he turned the train of thought on its head, following the connections and patterns back through Jonathon's memory until he was eventually at the cards once again." And finally, Jonathon, King of Hearts. All of you have done an incredible job of defending your minds. Each one found a way to make me push my power a little, and successfully kept your mind from the secret. You already have enough of a gift to challenge a weaker telepath. What's next is steeling your resolve and focus, training so that you find a technique to shield your mind from stronger telepathy. Before we get into refining things, would anyone like to ask any questions?" ("Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass Location:A Classroom Date/Time:September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Tagging:Charles Xavier, OPEN Content:Class Wearing:Sweater (dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves Her thoughts of the cat were interrupted by the memory of what card had been selected. But, when he spoke, she still lifted the top card to verify that it was correct. She didn't know if he could've implanted that memory in her mind, so she just wanted to make sure it was correct. She nodded slightly to the Professor before beginning to shuffle her cards again while he moved on to the next person. Her blue-gray eyes lifted from her lap to look at the girl. She was very pretty. She took this time to examine her now that she was focused on other things. And when it was Jon's turn, she did the same. The man had on a black face mask that caused her to absentmindedly lift her hand to her cheek. "Maybe I should wear a face mask. Then I wouldn't have to worry about my hair," she thought before the Professor started speaking again. She looked back to him, but stayed quiet, not having any questions.

X-Men_ American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes|rating:4.0

Naruto

Ok this isn't the IOC forum anyone who wants to join can PM or post in IOC Naruto*Sigh.... Krystal Femur was sitting on top of a gigantic tree right outside the forest of death. She looked over to her sleeping teammates and in the distance she saw the beautiful Sakura. Man...forbidden fruit she sighed again. Seeing all the Lenin from hidden leaf then there was one from mist who was creeping the hell out of her. The sand guy who was leaning against a tree close to her was also awake... (my mistake) As the students ended up taking the Churning Exams, a young man walked into the village, carrying a large, ornate wooden box and a letter. Both objects were for Homage Sandier, and the man carried them proudly. He had been through a lot to get the items there, only knowing part of what they were for. He had been attacked by rogue Shinobi, bounty hunters, thieves, assassins, and had fought them all off using only the chain whip that he wore as a belt. As he entered the village, he was seen by one of the teachers from the village's ninja academy. IrukaIruka saw a man carrying a box in the middle of the night?" Hey you" he shouted running over to the man with the box." I need to be led to the Homage ""What for...ahh well if you would just let me see the box"IRA reached towards the box...-------------------------------------------------------------------Time... It's no starting to get light out so that means that the cunning exams are about to start Dragon is your char gonna ban them?!? Draco moved like lightning, flipping IRA onto a bench outside on of the houses. He had barely seemed to move, and had done it with one hand." For Sandier's eyes only. It was a last request from his brother." (my mistake) "Hey buddy...AAAAA" IRA said as he was flipped in the air "What the heck was that for""Sandier's eyes only""Oh...ok well follow me" IRA made the hike to the Homages house where he slept." Hokage Sandier A man sent by your brother is here, but he won't let me look inside the thing he has with him...be careful" IRA wasn't sure about this guy." You can come inside..."-------------------------------------------------------------------------Dragon just so you know the cunning exams are an important part of the SL if you could please make a younger less well...experienced char that would be cool! Draco raised an eyebrow, then sighed, and set the box down, standing straight up." I am Draco Murasaki, son of Bushido-den Master Shinji Murasaki. I am here to hopefully finish my training, and deliver these as my former Sensei's last request." He set the box down on a table, and opened it, revealing a sword and a letter, along with an arrow." Be careful with the arrow, I think it was poisoned. It's what killed your brother."IOC: he's been partially trained by a ninja, as well as having a lot of training as a samurai...that's why he's older...he has never attended the churning exams, but he'd probably be like that one guy who's been through 7 exams The Have was silent for a second...." L-Last request so I'm guessing he's dead""Yes you may continue There seems to be a team that has an opening because one of its members was just reported sick... Team 13 it's members are Krystal Femur" he read off another name "and Trio Osaka""I will suggest you get to the Forest of death ASAP and meet your new teammates""Oh and... Thanks" as he took the box and motioned for the ninja out of the room Draco bowed, then left. He had no idea what he was in for, but his previous training would be enough, he figured. He walked slowly to the Forest of Death, and then entered it. Furthermore, he had only his chain whip, and a few shrike and lunar knives, but that would be all he'd need. Furthermore, he moved through the forest as if it were empty, finally arriving near a young woman and her partner. Krystal looked down by the gate a man had just entered she got up. Jumping off her tree "who are you... and why are you late"Replacement..." Listen buddy if you got anything to say we want no trouble just keep walking" she removed a lunar from her bag slowly... Draco raised an eyebrow, looking the young woman up and down, and then shrugged. He leaned against a tree, and looked at the trees." Draco Murasaki, and I'm apparently your new teammate." Natasha/Semi walked forward, travelling at night was more interesting, although my teammates didn't like it too much, said they didn't like people sneaking up on us. I said that it didn't matter, we were all capable, and that the only people we would have to worry about were Junín anyway. They argued, so we decided to move in during the day. Getting to the village was easy, I walked up to the doors and the guards stopped us, I lifted my hand and showed the back of my hand to them, showing the head protector that I had modified and put there, the symbol of our village showing very clear. They asked to see our identification, which I waved and Doubt stepped forward and gave the ninja guards our identifications. I walked forward through the doors as they opened, and we entered into the city. Upon first arriving, I looked at them each and Doubt set off to find sources of water. Surname went to find out about the non-Sonoma ninja. I set off to find out as much as I could about the ninja Sonoma Ninja. I walked off in one direction, trying to sense anyone I could, covering my ninja to, so they would not be noticed as I walked around gathering as much information as I could on the ninja opposition to see if I could figure out any special abilities. [I/]Damn I thought they would give us Sakura.... Krystal thought. She zoomed out to the picture of her and Sakura kissing fantasy. "Well we a perched in this tree until sunlight Draco, and also we are looking for heaven scroll." \This guy look strong/ she thought as they went up the tree and sat... Draco sat down on a branch easily, closing his eyes. He had never before taken a Churning exam, and hadn't really known what to expect. He hadn't thought to bring a sword, but then, he didn't need it, he supposed. Still, if what she said was true, then they'd have to find it quickly. One scroll, and they call it a test. Everybody knows I'm in over my head over my head,8 seconds left in overtime she's on your mind...... Krystal kept on thinking those words as she recognized the pressure she was in. The Sun was rising... That means we should wake up the only kid who comes close to being as lazy as Hikaru. "Tenets wake up our new teammate arrived last night his name is Draco" taking a look at Draco. IS THIS GUY A CUNNING this isn't fair we are going to cream he's so, so calm yet looks so strong GENE ya this guy must be loads of fun... Draco opened his eyes, looking at his teammates. He didn't think this test would be easy, but passing it wouldn't be a problem, he was sure. He was more worried about getting to this tower to end the test. Furthermore, he jumped down, and looked around, before looking up." Let's get moving, kiddies." Jin saw the sunrise onto of the roof he was sitting on. He knew that it was time. His biggest challenge yet since the time of acceptance. He knew if he blew it, his life would be over. I'm not going to let that happen, after all the training I have gone through. Changing into his ninja outfit and wearing his father's bracelet, Jin went to find his teammates and go to the forest of death. .:KIDDIES WHO THE HELL HE THINKS HE IS:. Krystal thought at the comment. Fuming she jumped down off the gigantic tree. "Ok so here's the plan" she said as they all landed near her. "We keep going to will see a team. We have to see if they look good. Also, the sand team is off limits that guy looks strong." She leaped lightning fast off to another tree as the rest of the team followed.:this going to be a very long 3 days:. She thought leaping through the foliage and cutting up her shirt.:very long:. Draco continued moving among the trees. He understood the basics of the test, but he was more worried about what would happen at the end of the test, at the tower. Chances are a lot of people would be waiting for them. Jin's group came to the entrance. Nevi, always being calm, just sat at a tree while Rock Lee started punching the air, getting warmed up. Jin looked around, and saw a mysterious person. Odd, I never saw him before... Krystal silently motioned her fingers down to a group of seemingly weak people. "Hidden grass" she said silently. "Lets see what you can do Mr. Calm" darting behind a tree for some cover while getting preparing for the spike trap.... Draco was busy carving symbols into a tree. He figured the easiest way to take out your enemy was to confuse them, so he intended to make the tree itself do the work for them. Natasha/Skater gathering as much information as we could, we set off. Meeting at the test start, we were to go into a forest. Doubt and Surname were ready. We set off, we had no need to rush, we found out that most of the other teams weren't that strong. We mainly had to worry about the ones from the Sound Village. Either way, I was wearing my green clothing, loose and my green coat covered my ninja to. Doubt always thought it was funny how I cared so much about my appearance, Surname thought it was a waste of time. I didn't really care, I didn't really remember why. Something inside me, just a natural instinct, seemed to bug me if I wasn't dressed well and didn't present myself properly of respect and other things. It was odd, as I walked through the forest, on the ground heading towards the center, memories flashed in my head. Memories the first day I woke up, I looked around, Surname and Doubt sat there looking at me, Doubt seemed really concerned, but I had wondered why I had two people sitting next to me while I was sleeping. . . And why they were girls. . . And even odder to me was that they were strangers. That was until they brought a mirror up, and I realized that for some reason, I was looking at a face I had never seen before. They kept calling me Semi. . . . But later a woman came over, she addressed me as Natasha. The looks on their faces told me that something happened. I didn't know what. I remembered I woke up near a lake. The green of the trees surrounding it. . . I was abruptly awoken out of my reverie as I heard the rustle of a tree branch. Ookubo and Surname were not at my side at the moment, which wasn't a concern. I looked up, and put my hand on my chin as if I were thinking, and immediately the surrounding area, thanks to Surname, cooled and was enveloped in a thick fog that seemed to come out of the forest climate. I took off the green coat that covered me to reveal the neat white clothing under it. Furthermore, I put it in my pack and got a signal from Doubt, it was time. Furthermore, I checked the straps on the protectors on my hands, and then closed my eyes, and put my hands up in a defensive position. Furthermore, I heard Surname singing, her voice like the legends of the Sirens. She knew how to sing, and it was even better when I started noticing the Miku no bun shin that started popping up, mimicking her singing. Hopefully we didn't have to kill whoever it was that had tried to trap us. Jin's group went to a place where everybody was gathering. The instructor was telling everybody the rules. Jin knew it was going to be hard, but after hearing about the rules, he nearly coward out. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of making himself accepted into a place. I must do whatever it takes to be known, or else there is no point in living on... As his group started walking over to get their scrolls, Jin noticed a person in a group who had very strange like eyes. Weird... I can sense his chakra level. Really high...better try not to get into a fight with the group. .:Looks like he's not going to be too much help:. Krystal thought as she jumped off her branch launching Lunar at the hidden grass rennin. They were easily dodged.:useless weapons:. . Looking around seeing the cowards did not follow her."You're obviously an idiot, you jump into battle without teammates pfft this will be easy" said one." I agree, Hidden Leafs are so overrated..." said another. With that they jumped out of sight. .:Where'd they go:. Krystal thought. To bad, she thought for to long a brick wall hit her in an instant. Krystal went skidding and hit a tree. To her, it seemed like the grass she had fallen into was growing rapidly 5 feet 6 feet 7 feet 8 feet 9 feet 10 feet....:Shit:. She thought. I crouched and concentrated, putting chakra in my feet, I created a small board of ice under me, which I slid silently forward on. Moving very slowly, I had let the ice slide me forward, I noticed there was one in front of me, the guy seemed quite a bit older, and a bit panicky. I quietly jumped up and hit him hard at a very particular point, it made him pass out. As he fell, I caught him and stopped concentrating my chakra to my feet and let it flow normally, as I moved silently away, jumping into the tree where I knew Doubt should've been waiting. I felt someone's familiar chakra move over and knew already that it was Doubt. She nodded to me and jumped down, getting her prey. She was down there longer than normal, I heard a few clangs of battle and was about to jump in when I saw Doubt jump out with the ninja she had picked passed out and drenched in water from the suitor no juts. I wondered if we needed to even pick up the third one. I started searching the body I had immobilized. Furthermore, I picked up some interesting lunar and other things, but there wasn't much. Furthermore, I looked over hoping Doubt had more luck. She held up a scroll, and we left the bodies where they were, I stripped mine of weapons and tied him to the branch using his rope. Doubt did the same, and then Doubt signaled, by using an illusion to create the sound of rushing water. Surname took the cue and her clones slowly disappeared, one of them led the last victim in the opposite direction we were headed and then just turned back into a puddle of water, the mist, still up as Doubt, Surname and I headed towards the center, this time, by way of the river, so that we wouldn't be at too much of a disadvantage if someone saw through our ploy. Jin's group decided the best way to quickly finish the exam was to split up and take on multiple groups at once. They would have to meet back at this place once they have accomplished their tasks. Jin had a bad feeling inside him, somehow knowing there is going to be a lot of trouble involved with this. Jin, now hopping from tree to tree, scanned the area until he noticed a group down at the ground. He examined them, One of them is pretty strong in chakra, the other one is good in Ninjutsu, and the third one has a sense of accuracy...hmmmmmmJin knew he was running out of time, so he ambushed them from above, throwing lunar knives down at them. Suddenly, the trees started to seem to come alive, attacking the Grass Ninja. It was part illusion, part animation juts. .:What the hell the grass is so tall she couldn't see, and it looked like the trees were coming alive:. Krystal thought as she stood up. "Lazy boy where are you" she started running through the grass looking for her friend and the other guy. Suddenly a Lunar got stuck in her arm and a few missed her by inches. .:Shit:. One of the grass ninjas felt like he could take the red-headed girl a dove in." Time to die you stupid little girl" he shouted at her. The Grass rennin missed the red head. The next thing he heard was the red head shout "TEN THOUSAND FISTS." A hard punch landed hit him in the jaw then a kick in the back then a punch in the stomach...etc. 21 kicks and punched later the grass rennin laid on ground. "That girl she-she kicked my ass in 4 seconds" blood was coming out of several places in his body. Krystal bent down over the boy. "Who's the idiot now" she kicks him hard in the face. She then punched him in the face knocking him out hopefully killing him. Krystal then searched the boy "AAH a scroll the opposite one to well." .:But there is still two left:. Krystal leaped up to find her teammates! Three bodies fell to the ground. Jin felt his body ached so much. I never knew I had this much chakra, thought Jin. Last thing he remembered was he was cornered, and suddenly he had a chakra burst, and then he started doing all these Justus without learning them. He took a rest and searched through the pockets. Yes, found them, now to get back to my group. He started walking back when suddenly, he found a group being attacked by Grass Ninjas.Oh, Shit! This is going to delay me.... Natasha/Semi looked to Surname and Doubt, we were moving next to the river, and it was getting late. We grouped together for a moment and then decided that we should start to get food. Looking around, we decided that the best place to get our food was the river. I waited, and started concentrating my chakra into the surroundings, knowing that I did it many times before, even though, it seemed so foreign to me. I knew I could concentrate, and the mist started to cover the area so Surname and Doubt could work. Furthermore, I realized I started concentrating a little hard as the surrounding mist started turning into snowflakes and I let my chakra flow back into me again, remedying that problem. Furthermore, I watched as they started fishing, using suitor Justus, it seemed so normal to me. Yet I had no memory of anything like this when I first woke up two years ago. They said I was ninja, and that the swords on my back were mine. They showed me clips of what I could do, and I remember recreating some of those moves, yet. . . It was so. . . Foreign to me, however it was also so familiar. I remember looking at my movements, and I copied them, it was so odd seeing me, hearing me on video. I was shown that I could do many things, manipulate water, and ice, yet I couldn't remember a single thing. Watching them with suitor, I realized that even though this path was the path that I walked along before, it just felt so odd. Even after two years of retraining, being told the way of the Shinobi, and now here at the test, something about it just didn't seem to be right. I sat there, keeping the mist up, and then someone tapped me on my right shoulder, my hand came up with a lunar so fast at where a person should've been, out of pure instinct and reaction. I didn't think, but I heard someone jump back and looking through the mist, I noticed it was Doubt the expression her face was a little hurt as she had a suitor with some fish swimming around. Furthermore, I had put the lunar back in the pouch on my right thigh. Furthermore, I was told normally people carried one, but when I woke up, I had two, one on each thigh. Furthermore, I left it that way, I kept the way I dressed because it felt normal to me, I noticed that when I changed my clothing and equipment around, it just didn't feel right, it felt wrong, more wrong than being a Shinobi did. Furthermore, I walked over to Doubt and said "women NASA" then pulled out my ninja to, spearing two of the fish on it. After that we started to figure out how to make a fire. None of us had skills to make fires, yet we had to figure something out without attracting others. Jin needed to find a way to get out of this. But part of him wanted to help. "Hey are you a ninja from the hidden leaf village?" smirked one of the Grass Ninja, "Because you sure look as dorky as those over there!" He pointed out to the other group fighting. That pissed off Jin, a lot. "I'm going to make all of you eat those words, especially you!" replied Jin, his eyes growing from a light blue to a crimson red color. He charged at them, his sickle pulled out, and already he started making seals for the juts he was going to use. .:Uh-oh here comes another:. Krystal jumped over a punch from the grass NIN she was fighting in the grass. Trees were walking everywhere.:This is like the time I drank way too much Sake at the tea house except the sun isn't wearing cute little glasses and there are no whales coming towards me...get together Krystal:. Krystal dodged another attack. *Pant *Pant *Pant"Why not you just give up and give us your scroll and ours back you pretty little girl" the grass NIN grabbed forward a took Krystal's' face in his hand." What the hell are you doing?" Krystal shouted." Stupid bitch." he tossed Krystal into a tree. .:My Chakras to low I can't keep this up to long:. She threw to lunar in hopes it might actually hit him...they didn't. The 10-foot grass seemed to get pointier and dart towards her cutting her arm. "Stupid leaf nine as usual" the grass NIN called. "You are so pretty... I won't kill you if you kiss me" he called again. Krystal turned and darted.:Gotta get out gotta get OUT!:. Krystal thought through the grass. To her surprise the grass NIN jumped in front of her and grabbed Krystal's' face again and kissed her then threw her on the ground. "Haha I bet you liked that...now hand over that scroll." Krystal was petrified she crawled backwards through the grass and found the trunk of a large tree the Grass NIN was walking towards her. "HELPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs! A tree picked her up, and then swung with one of its other branches, sending the grass ninja flying. After the tree swung at the grass NIN it put Krystal down. It was starting to get dark seemed like 6:30.:I have no energy left:. She started to sleep. She was standing there a sword in her hand and her dad in front of her making hand signs that looked like the OFNI slashes but aft the initial 6 it went on to 10...he kept repeating it Rat, Horse,Horse, Tiger,Rat, Boar, Ox,Dragon, Dog,Monkey... Her dad kept doing it over and over and over...she now knew it by heart, but he kept doing it...... Sonia OokuboIC: I jumped back keeping my arm stiff to maintain the water prison. He took a swing at me, had his mind been so lost in thought that he forgot about me? Two years of training and he still hasn't recovered. He still doesn't trust me, not the way he once had. 'Women NASA' I put up a false smile, and he drew his weapon and speared two of the fish." So now begins the dilemma of cooking them." None of use had fire Jesus, I normally carried a flint with me to light the fire, but I had lost that by the second day. The other two sat in thought I myself was trying to maintain my water prison. "While we could eat them raw that probably isn't very healthy. So are we going to try rubbing two sticks together or something?" Natasha/Semi sighed and sat down wondering what to do, when Surname came over with some wood. I noticed she kept the wood dry by using her chakra to shift the mist around. I watched her as she set the wood down, and I moved the mist to keep the wood dry, she then grabbed some grass and started putting it on top. Surname said "I still have my kit" and begun to strike the flint to try to light up the grass. After a bit we had a fire going, I was happy we still had the mist, because the fire and smoke wouldn't attract anyone. So I sat there thinking about the past wondering what had happened to me while I waited for the fish to cook on my sword. Jin knocked one of the grass ninjas out with the ball end of the chained sickle. He quickly looked through his belonging, but could not find the scroll. Just then, Jin heard a lunar whistling towards him. He quickly did a front roll and dodged the lunar barely. Damn, they are sneaky... He also noticed the trees moving towards him. Argh, like this day could get any worse. First, I get involved with some random fight which cost me time, and now I have to fight grass nine in their own element! While thinking about this, he quickly launched some of his own Kuwait and threw his sickle at one of the annoying grass ninjas SFX-Crack (for a tree falling down). Krystal woke up heavily breathing *pant *pant "Rat, Horse,Horse, Tiger,Rat, Boar, Ox,Dragon, Dog,Monkey"..." Rat, Horse,Horse, Tiger,Rat, Boar, Ox,Dragon, Dog,Monkey." .:What were those hand signs for:. . There was another leaf NIN down there with a sickle and chain ball. Next to him was a knocked out grass NIN.:well there's 1 left:. ... Krystal leaped up her head still hurting. .:Where is that last annoying NIN:. She thought... Sonia OokuboIC: The fire was going, and the mist provided us with a level of protection. We were the only team of mist ninjas to past the first exam. So few ninjas here could navigate our barrier. While we hadn't been making great time, we were doing well. We ate regularly, weren't tired, and were barely harmed. Perhaps the most dangerous moment for me was when Semi attacked me suddenly. I looked at him the fish were becoming crisp on his blade, and he was lost in thought. It had been this way for two years, before that things were... "Hey Semi, what do you remember from the academy?" Truth is he probably is well past annoyed with questions of this sort, but I still don't understand what it is like to not know who you are. To chase after a goal you don't remember having. I probably wouldn't be here right now if I was in his shoes. Jin noticed a girl from the leaf village starting to get up. He decided to help her before the last ninja comes and claims her life. "Are you okay?" asked Jin. As she looked at him, Jin noticed she was one of the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, but now is not the time to be staring at a pretty girl while they are in danger. Jin started using his ears to try to hear the last grass ninja out. I know that the grass ninjas like to make illusions to confuse their enemies, but it only works for sight. I can hear them out! Draco jumped out of the trees, landing on top of the final ninja, with a lunar in each hand. He attacked silently, before disappearing into the grass. He had little trouble moving with the ninja's movements, but the real trouble was keeping the others safe. Time 10 minutes after fight....... Krystal located Jin and her friend Kenji..." How did you two do".:WTF that guy isn't even scratched:. Looking at Jin. The looking over at Kenji.:bruised and torn up as usual:." I got one of them" the calm one said(IOC:sorry about speaking for you char Dr won't do any harm right)"So did I" Krystal breathed "and there was another guy...he was also a leaf NIN he's over there against the tree. Krystal points towards Jin "I guess he helped me we should at least thank him" she then walked towards him and sat down at the bottom of the tree Jin was at "thanks..." she mumbled Krystal didn't like being saved................. "No problem. Just helping another leaf ninja, as usual." Jin mumbled back. Then without any words, Jin quickly jumped into a tree and started heading back to the meeting spot his group said. Hmmmmm, I wonder if those ninjas are still going to make it?pondered Jin." Sorry guys, I got into a big fight with another group!" smiled Jin." Hmph. You're late. We could have gone searching for you. We almost thought you died!" replied Nevi." Don't be too hard on him, Nevi. Besides, he still did get the scroll, right?" said Rock Lee. Jin nodded his head and took out the scroll they needed." Good. At least you are still of some use to us." said Nevi, taking the scroll."Yeah, i Kuwait! I'M NOT A TOOL!!!" Jin shouted at Nevi. Lee just laughed at started heading into the tower. Natasha/Selim thoughts about my parents, and wondering why this felt so familiar were interrupted when I looked up at Doubt. I said "eh? Nande?" then I realized the fish were getting overcooked "site the the the" and pulled the fish away from the fire and handed Doubt the blade hilt first "women. . . " Seeing that they were the first group here, they just sat in a dark room, everybody silent. Jin was thinking how would the next part of the exam would go, and if he would ever see this exam through. He noticed the others were getting ready to sleep, so he just laid his head on a table and slept. Sonia OokuboIC: I took the blade hilt and slid my fish off. I then past it to Surname by the hilt. Once she had handed the blade back to Semi, I spoke. "Surname can you put out the fire." In honesty, I was sad to ask her, a fire was a warm companion that made me feel comfortable. It had to be done however, the fire sent and smoke would draw both animals and other ninja and while the mist provides some protection, it doesn't make us invincible. Murame handed her fish to me and stood up. She made one hand sign and then used her chakra to slowly snuff out the fire without making any smoke. I handed the fish back to her. I bit and chewed on the blackened flesh of mine, I had eaten worse, the life of a ninja wasn't an easy one. Furthermore, I glanced at my teammates doing the same. Furthermore, I smiled to myself, we had a strong team. Surname knew many tricks and had excellent control of her chakra and I had rarely seen her use too much of it. I was fairly fast and with the advantage of my bloodline Jitsi more than capable of handling opponents at close range. Then Semi is the strongest of us all, I glanced over at him once again in his own thoughts. He was the strongest, now I am not sure anymore. Still we are a strong team. Natasha/Semi kept the mist going and started eating, thinking back for a bit as I was eating, it didn't taste like much. I realized Doubt had been looking at me "Nazi o?" I asked. It wasn't formal but then again, we supposedly had known each other for a while. Draco looked at his watch, then at his companions. Time was against them, according to what he'd been told. "We'd better hurry. We have a lot of ground to cover, and little time to do so in." With that, he took off into the trees, moving swiftly and silently, but making small marks to show his path to them. It was getting darker by the second, and it was the third day of the 2nd test in the Cunning exam. Krystal Femur followed her two companions through the trees of the forest of death she was starting to get tired." Hey how many more kilometers till the tower, Draco do you have any idea?" Draco stopped, and pulled something out of a pouch. He unfolded it, and then looked through it, seeing the Tower in the distance. He lowered the device, which was a rangefinder, and started to do some calculations on a notepad. Furthermore, he looked at her slowly, and smiled. "About 10 miles, I think." Still waiting till the end of this cursed exam (for being so long), Jin started doing some reading with scrolls he found inside the tower. They were probably some random scrolls left here, or maybe someone left them there. He read them, only learning some new Justus, but unsuccessfully mastered them due to lack of chakra in his body. Other than that, he just sat there, probably thinking of a song in his head."hey do u KNO how many days are left of this exam?" asked Jin impatiently."dunno, but It's either we were too fast and literally kicked all of their asses," said Rock Lee," or they are as slow as snails climbing up an aquarium.""the only thing to do that would keep us from dying of boredom is to train, and that my friends, will start......NOW!!!!" said Nevi, as he swiftly threw some Kuwait at both of us. Jin obviously sensed this and quickly jumped out of the way, but his hand slipped, and the scroll was still sitting there, getting hit with the lunar."MY SCROLL!!!!!!!" said Jin. He was reading that and now everybody has to come and ruin the moment. Jin was mad, but no time to think about it as Rock Lee suddenly charged forward towards Jin, unwrapping some bandages of his arm. For a while Krystal was Bucking it Trio and Draco behind her, it seemed like hours.(IOC:to me this should be over soon cause every team has their scrolls I'm making a long time jump if you don't mind it's 2 hours before test ending ??hope that doesn't throw anyone off)IC:.:I hope Sakura is there, and I hope Leisure is dead maybe if I wore my hair like Leisure:. Krystal was lost in thoughts and being careless. She tripped a wire and 2 gigantic logs came down almost crushing Krystal and Trio." Whew that was close..." Trio said." Ya my bad" Krystal looked at Draco who seemed to be fuming with anger... Trying to change the subject "Hey isn't that the tower" Krystal pointed towards a gigantic building that was very close." Krystal me and Draco have been talking about a strategy, and we need to be silent at all costs I know it's close but..." Treios heed of silence fell on deaf ears as Krystal had seen how close it was.:Gotta find Sakura:. She was so excited! Surprisingly, their fight actually took them to the top of the building, on the rooftop. Lee tried, unsuccessfully, many times to use his Primary Lotus move on Jin and Nevi, but somehow they could always predict his move, even though they always got kicked up first. Jin, on the other hand, knew that his Justus were limited and were a lot weaker compared to Nevi's and Lee's Justus. Jin just felt an urge of using a newly read juts, seeing if it would work. He knew this would mean life or death. If he succeeded, it may change the tide of battle towards his favor, if he failed...they would beat the pulp out of him. Might as well give it a try., thought Jin. He pulled out a lunar knife and held it in front of him. Then he focused all his chakra into the knife instead of his arms. He could deal the energy surge through his arms, yet he knew it was not enough. Suddenly, his mind and thoughts blurred out, for in reality, he was surrounded with a dark/negative glow around him. He has just unlocked the chakra reserve inside of him. Then the lunar started to glow. Nevi and Lee didn't know what was happening, but decided to do something about it. They jumped into the air and started throwing knives, making it as if it was raining knives around the rooftop. Suddenly, Jin started waving the glowing lunar, deflecting each and every one of the lunar. They were deflected with a such a great force that one of them flew back into the forest, knocking a whole tree down with impact. Another one interrupted a battle between two groups, fatally wounding both teams when the lunar hit the ground. Jin started moving faster and faster towards Lee and Nevi, who randomly decided to double-team on Jin, due to the weird glowing energy around him. Nevi activated his bloodline trait, the nerves just pumping out of his membranes, his eyes depicting anger and hatred. But Jin never noticed his eyes, his vision blurred out because of an unknown source ordering his body without his free will. The body quickly disappeared right in front of Nevi. Nevi tried to sense everywhere. Suddenly, a whoosh of air came behind Nevi. Being Nevi of course, he saw it, but a bit too late, for his lunar was deflected off his hand. Sonia OokuboIC: previous day: Semi had noticed me in deep thought and yet staring at him all the same. 'Nani o?' I turned my eyes to the fire deciding what to say." It isn't anything Semi. Just thinking." I looked up into the mist, I suppose if that wasn't there then the trees would still block my view of the stars. "The good news is now that we have the scroll we can reach at the tower in a couple of hours."... Days Later..." Look Surname, I am just trying to say it isn't my fault we got lost." I left to the next branch, and stopped. I guess traveling by river was my idea, but I had thought it went directly to the tower, not directly away from it. Had I been right we would have been there much quicker then if we had traveled by tree tops? I saw an object dart in bellow me, and suddenly the tree was quaking and cracking. I quickly realized it was falling and left to the next tree and kept going. "That was Zuni, and it cut down that huge tree." That feat wasn't easy to do. "We should hurry to the tower." Jin couldn't control himself. His chakra level was going out of his limits. He could burst any minute, and become an imploding ball, sucking everything into who knows where. He quickly thought of a way of stopping this. Remembering about what the scroll said, the key way of maintaining a chakra LVL is to balance the Ying and yang in the body, thus making harmony. He quickly thought of happy thoughts, blurring out the angry thoughts. Suddenly, he felt his pressure dropping, he can think properly, but his body is weak. He fell face forward into the ground, fainting. Neji and Lee decided it was time to rest, because they knew they would wipe each other out, making them first to fail the second part of the churning exam. They carried Jin's body back to his own bed, and they all fell asleep afterward. Natasha/Skater a couple of days more of trudging we were close to the tower. It was somewhat insufferable hearing Surname and Doubt arguing. I kind of ignored them as I walked around. Things hadn't gone totally as planned. Something must have kept our attention away from the tower when we passed it. It didn't matter, because we could see the tower now. Doubt said something about a tree falling and I reflexively jumped out from under it and started working a mist as I pulled open my water pack, using the water from there to make the mist. I formed some ice and pointed the way to the tower for Doubt and Surname while I kept the mist up so that we could run to the tower from under its cover. Sonia OokuboIC: Semi was done with taking risks. He put up a mist field and I switched to stealth mode. Taking a few steps toward the tower I quickly noticed that the ground was now covered in a thin layer of frost. Seems Semi's chakra is as strong as it has always been." Murame, be careful with the frost." Surname adjusted her chakra briefly and seconds later was walking on the frost and not threw the frost. Semi very rarely disturbed frost of his own making, I wasn't sure if it was deliberate on his part or do to his breeding, either way I envied both of them. I left into the trees and moved across them to be more stealthy, I was hoping Surname would have joined me. We continued our journey to the tower carefully but quickly. Draco sighed, and walked past the young woman. He was starting to wonder how they were going to get past this exam. Natasha/Semi ran forward, keeping the mist trailing after us as I continued to pour out more water until I emptied the container. It was semi heavy, but now, I had water to work with, which meant that if our attackers decided to do something, I was advantaged. Stopping just after I emptied the container, I turned around and pulled out my two ninja to. The blades were short and straight, not sharp like a Katina but somewhat dull the way I was told they were supposed to be. It took me a year to relearn how to use my chakra and the least I could do for Surname and Doubt was make sure they were able to go on to do what they had planned. I stood there waiting for long moments and realized that the people who attacked us became confused unable to coordinate their movements. I smiled and put my blades away and walked up to one of them very quietly. Using my chakra I encased the person in walls of ice, turning the air around the ninja into a cage of ice trapping the Shinobi in place. As I heard the scream of panic I ran off, taking the mist with me back on my way to the tower. I moved quietly, much of the mist was gone because of the water I expended in making the prison but enough of it was around. The further away I got from the cage it took more concentration, I heard it shatter and I felt them break it. Letting go of my concentration on the water I felt it melt back. It was a waste that I didn't like, but it served our purposes and the mist followed in our wake until I felt it safe enough. I stopped far away, dissipating the mist enough to see Surname and Doubt. Surname quickly dropped and took the mist, controlling her chakra to bring the mist back into the container as water. Closing the cap I looked at them, they seemed to be okay, but I felt the urge to ask anyway "anatatachi Wei Diego desk?" Surname smirked as she always did when she heard me speak, I don't know why, but they always felt I spoke too formally. It was something that was sometimes a point of discussion. Both Doubt and Surname said that I never talked like this before the incident, but for some reason, something deep down inside me told me it was always better speak properly. Sonia OokuboIC: I stopped at the last tree just feet above the tower. Surname soon fallowed stopping at an adjacent branch. I turned back to see where Semi was. He ran just bellow us the mist thinned so he could see us. We both left down to his level. He took a quick look at us and Surname condensed the water. 'Anatatachi Wei Diego desk?'"Yeah, I think we are okay." I took a look back to make sure no one was fallowing. "You know," I turned back to Semi. "I really wish you would speak English, that seems to be the norm here, and it is best to blend in." I looked at the tower. "This isn't our entrance. We should hurry and find ours, once we do, we are safe to recover." Jin finally woke up, rubbing his head. Man, do I have a huge headache, and I feel so weak and shaky... Jin tried to move but couldn't even sit straight up. Nevi and Lee finally came in to check on Jin. "Man, how much do you weigh? WE had to take a few stops just to get back into our own room from the rooftop." asked Lee. Nevi just sighed and leaned on the wall. "Sorry, I never knew I weighed that much. Must be from all the ramen I eat each day before training." said Jin. He smiled sheepishly, just making Lee laugh. "So what's the update on the second round?" asked Jin. "Looks like only some of them survived all the way through, and only one team except for us got no scratches on them." said Nevi turning towards me, "They are from the sand village, and all three have things hung around their backs." "Well at least now we know that maybe our hard training would pay off after all." said Jin. Nevi just laughed. "We better get ready for the next round of the exam. Can you move, Jin?" said Lee. "I think I can, thanks." replied Jin, trying to stand up only to be nearly falling back limp, grabbing hold of a chair nearby. "Lee better help u get down the stairs." said Nevi, smirking. Natasha/Semi nodded and said softly "um. . . I don't remember what our entrance looks like. . ." while I fixed my clothing a bit. Sonia OokuboIC: "You don't?" I crossed my arms and sighed. "Neither do I." Surname smiled. 'You two are just pathetic, it is the number of the gate we went in.' I stopped and thought for a moment. "Your right, so what was that number." Surname's smile disappeared and there was a long pause." You forgot didn't you?" She smiled again 'Fooled you! We are two entrances over on the right.' We started walking that way calm and collected. Natasha/Semi looked down sheepishly and said "sum" as I walked over to our entrance following them. I walked up and looked back at them "so. . . We go?" Sonia OokuboIC: I stopped in front of the door Surname had mentioned. "I am surprised no one attacked us on our way here. So this door right?" I looked over at her and she nodded. "Okay then." I pushed open the door breaking the paper seal. The three of us stepped into a dimly lit room with words painted on the back wall." So what now?" Natasha/Semi walked up to the door and looked up at the poem that was written on the far wall. The words all looked so familiar, but I couldn't read it. . . I turned to Surname and Doubt "wazoo. . . I can't read it. . . " I looked down and sighed, then sat down crossed legged thinking about what to do next. I heard footsteps and immediately looked over in the direction of the footsteps moving silently towards the group. I saw a group of three, one with white eyes, intriguing I thought, and one of them had green clothing, with an odd bowl cut. Furthermore, I watched them, for a moment and then turned back and noticed Surname was behind me, I blinked in surprise and said "hey" softly. Jin noticed that another group had come, Just in time, they were lucky we didn't start without them... But I remember there was another group that entered... With that beautiful girl...and that new kid. I helped them out. I wonder why they aren't here?thought Jin. He started stretching his arms and legs, getting prepared for the next exam. Sonia OokuboIC: "Hello" I read threw the riddle a couple of times. "Well I am no master at riddles, but I think I know what to do." Well at least I hope this works. I took the two scrolls and set them in front of me. You aren't aloud in the tower without the two scrolls so we have less reason to worry about thieves. I looked at my teammates. "One of you needs to open this at the same time I open mine. Back lets continue the thread IOC: welcome back Natasha/Semi nodded to Surname as I wandered back into the room that we came in at. "Hai" I said and walked over picking up one of the scrolls looking at her, not quite sure what to do. I leafed open the part of the scroll and looked to her for confirmation. Sonia OokuboIC: "here's hoping I am right?" I open and began to read the scroll out loud. The scroll flew from my hands to the earth scroll, a puff of smoke emerged and resided reveling a chain. Crap I got us kicked out of the exams.' Congratulations on passing.' Score we passed the second exam. Natasha/Semi nodded and opened the same time she did, and jump back in surprise as the smoke came out, pulling two lunar out I stood ready in defense but realized it was useless after the person gave us their congrats. I sighed, relieved and replaced the weapons. I asked the person "Yoko KDKA?" and got a response about having to wait for the homage. So there we were lined up in front of our teachers, and in front of the Third Homage.

Naruto|rating:2.0

Black Crusade - Hand of Corruption IC

You have walked many paths to reach this place, seen many sights and done many things saner men might dismiss as impossible. The Dark Gods make no distinction between noble and pauper, visionary and madman, and the journey one must undertake in their service is not a simple one. You have walked through seas of blood and oceans of tears to get here, travelled beneath inverted skies and through warrens of chattering monsters. You have spoken with things that have no mouths, and listened to songs sung without sound. Furthermore, you may, perhaps, have gone mad somewhere along the way - it no longer matters. All that matters is the message, and this room to which it has brought you. The message was simple enough, if complex in its implications. A single sheet of parchment, contained within a sealed leather envelope, delivered to you by a shaking functionary clad in simple robes. On it, written in ink and with the kind of precise handwriting that speaks of immense attention to detail, was the following: Originally Posted by The invitation I am pleased to inform you that a mysterious and rare event has occurred and, though it is not immediately apparent, it involves you directly. I am Regard Coax, the Mendacious Oracle of the Temple of Lies. My forebears and I have, for many generations, foretold the destinies of a great many fortunate - and a few unfortunate - souls. It is our responsibility to receive visions from the Dark Gods and dispense them to those worthy of the knowledge the Gods have chosen to impart. Consider yourself one such individual. A vision, unlike any other I have received in my great years, has been given to me and cannot be ignored. I would even go to such a length as to demand your presence here on Humerus, rather than merely extend my invitation. I say this because failure to impart my vision would damn us both in the eyes of the great Master of Magic, Teeth, and the other powers as well. Were I simply to have written it on this parchment, you would likely have understood it, but in matters of such weight it is only safe to speak in person. Your transportation and living expenses have been arranged for. Furthermore, you will be granted access to the entirety of the Temple's services and vast libraries, both when you arrive and forever afterward. Be assured, what you will learn from me greatly outweighs any concerns you may possess. I look forwards to making your acquaintance. For your own reasons, be it avarice or obedience or simple curiosity, you followed the enclosed instructions to your transportation. It turned out to be a raiding ship, a dagger shaped vessel half a mile long painted in deep red hues and bearing the iconography of Convent X, a notorious pirate group. The crew, as hard and vicious as any murdering scum you could find throughout the galaxy, initially greeted you with derision and predatory intent. Upon presentation of the invitation, however, they became suddenly far more cooperative, even reverent. Now here you stand within that selfsame ship, gathered in what is unmistakable some kind of ritual chamber along with seven other individuals. It seems you are not to make the trip to the Temple of Lies unaccompanied. There is a large, stylized symbol on the floor, the eight pointed star of Chaos Undivided, and almost without thinking everyone appears to have gravitated towards one of the points. The first to speak is a stunningly beautiful mortal woman in robes of soft gray. She pulls back her hood and regards you all with mismatched eyes - one a pale blue color, the other yellow and narrowed like a cat." Welcome, my lords. I am Erika, called the Seer, and I am to serve as your guide on this most portentous of journeys. Please, any questions you may have, voice them now and I shall answer. I live only to serve." Her voice is soft and, though the words are respectful, the tone is caustic and mocking to a point just shy of outright insulting.(And... Go. Feel free to describe your character's physical appearance and ask any relevant questions. First impressions are important, remember.)(IOC thread - DurzonDurzon stands near one of the points of the star, he is staring at Erika trying to size her up. After a few seconds he finally decides to speak"Greetings Erika, I have to wonder why you would serve us? You must be working with someone, we would all trust each other a lot more if you share this information. So, are you working with anyone?" As a mere afterthought he adds"I presume you are touched by the powers of the warp, a Parker?" The servo-skull hovers motionlessly in place, the gleaming instruments in its eye sockets remaining fixed on Erika as Carole looked at each of the others in turn. His mouth, of course, is covered by his respirator unit, but his bright eyes beneath the azure hood suggest that he is smiling."ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs," he begins in robotic tones - an expression of annoyance flickers across his face and the hearted lifts his right hand to his chin, bionic fingers fiddling at a Vox-grille. When he speaks again, the voice sounds more, if not entirely, human." Greetings, Erika. It seems you know us all, and yet you leave us at a disadvantage by not conducting the introductions." A thin mechadendrite slithers out from under his robes and waves to the others." I am called Carole." "I serve the Mendacious Oracle of the Temple, making sure his divine work can proceed without interruption or too much difficulty. And yes, I have the honor of possessing the warp sight, a reward for my service."" As for the introductions, those I shall have to leave to your worthy selves. You were invited, and that is all I know of you. I have seen dozens, even hundreds of supplicants conveyed to the Temple, and remembering the names of them all would simply be a bore." Leaning against the wall a few steps back from the Chaos star on the floor, Nicodemus let his hands rest near, though not quite on, the grips of his bolt pistols. He cast a wary eye on the others in the room, his hat tilted back on his head to give him a clear view. In response to a few of the others introducing themselves, he merely nodded once and said, "Nico," preferring to speak as little as possible amongst so many obvious Chaos worshipers. He certainly wasn't a humble supplicant of the Golden Throne anymore, but NIC still found the ruinous powers and their followers uncomfortable to be around. He simply waited for the others to continue, hoping someone could shine a light on what exactly was going on here. Considering the tone of the odd-eyed Parker who'd spoken first, NIC almost hoped for a firefight to start. As far as he was concerned, a plasma bolt between that one's eyes would do the universe a world of good. Burton"Now that you have introduced yourself I will do those same honors to you. I am Burton, some even say I am wretched. I assure you my detractors have never had the chance to meet me, or they would most likely not have given me the moniker." He gives a curt bow to Erika, but at least it is some sign of cooperation. "I think most of us here are on the path of divine work, what makes your so much more different and special? Everyone has their plans. Perhaps most importantly is will we get to meet your master?" Actions:Spoiler Hide Looking for anything unusual or out of the ordinary. Eye catching or suspicious if at all. Even if its about Erika herself. Awareness (1d100)[8] vs 35 The idea was so delicious Cristina could taste it, to travel to the Temple of Lies, a vision of Teeth, the only chaos god worthy of honor, she could feel all of her life work rendering fruits in that instant, and what beautiful fruits those where. The libraries, the vision, the simple thoughts she could be made out of them, were enough to drive her wild, so much knowledge, one step more towards the forbidden. She devoured the girl with her eyes, trying to sense any trace of powers in her, and to see anything worth about those apparent mutations, a servant of the chaos gods was bound to have some, and this would say much about her. In the meanwhile, she followed the rest, answering with her name only,“Cristina” Burton and Cristina:Spoiler Hide You can both confirm one fact very easily - Erika is Marked on her very soul. It can be seen plainly on her aura, on the way she holds herself and looks at you all. Cristina is aware that she was likely a witch before the Marking, though it is impossible to tell how strong. Erika smiles coldly at Burton, not in the slightest part intimidated by the difference in their size or armament. That speaks either of great power on her part, or an insanity that is bone deep. Possibly both." The predictions of the temple have never been wrong, not once in the uncounted centuries that it has operated. A mark of favor from our patron. All that fails is mortal interpretation of our prophecies. Far too often, the petitioner hears what they wish to hear, and blind themselves towards subtle nuance or interpretation. The name of the Temple was coined by one such unhappy individual many years ago. And yes, you will see the Oracle personally. Visions such as this are not to be risked by relay through unreliable functionaries and middlemen. " Santos towers above mortals in attendance. His armor is multicolored, mainly black but with bands and trim of gold, red and green, and decorated with Chaos symbols (mainly the eight-pointed star and symbols of Teeth). All traces of whatever his original chapter was are obliterated. His helmet is removed, displaying a man, perhaps once handsome but now horribly scarred from acid or fire." I am Santos, called the Defiler. I hope this request was worthwhile, and not some trick, for it stole me away from vital work." In truth, he was more than excited by the promised opportunity to plunder the temple's libraries and achieve a closer level of communion with Teeth, but none knew more than Teeth's disciples that treachery was the very nature of the god. A high staccato chattering emerged from Carole's mouthpiece - after a moment, it modulated down to become something approaching a giggle." Ahh, a polar of cryptic visions and prophecies, be you clairvoyant or charlatan. What an exquisite puzzle for us to unravel!" The Hearted clapped his hands, steel fingers on the right gleaming." I am so looking forward to this." Carpus stands two positions over from the oracle and inspects her body with great pleasure, he towers over most of the others, standing a good 8 feet tall, and he looks about the room to get a rough grasp of his fellow heretics. His armor a bright pink with dark hues around the edges and warped angel designs over his body. What once were proud white wings of the emperor were now golden sharp cauldrons of the dark prince. He takes his helmet off and puts it down to the side, a smile on his face and his fair blonde hair falling down with ease. His helmet off, Carpus looks at the Hearted with a smile and says"It's good to see someone in a good mood over getting tangled in the great backstabbers convoluted plots."he says with only the slightest tint of sarcasm"But ah, my name. I am Carpus Master, Lord of the Angels of Sin. And, my dear oracle, I have but one question for your wiseness. You say the temple has never predicted anything wrong, and it is positioned within the Screaming Vortex a generally safe location, but not impenetrable. Tell me, how well can it defend against the corpse god's slaves. Truly if a prophecy of such great urgency is unfolding within it the imperial dogs will certainly seek to intervene. Not that I would oppose the promise of using Dragons Tongue again." Spoiler Hide Carpus is going to try and butter her up and get her to favor him. This post will be the first part of the charm attempt on her. (1d100)[66] VS. 52 "The temple has never been attacked by the children of the Corpse, but we maintain a standing force of sworn protectors nonetheless. The Inevitable Guards stand ready to punish any foolish actions, and amongst our libraries are a great many rituals for summoning aid." There is an unmistakable warning in Erika's mismatched eyes as she explains this to you all, and you get the feeling that she would almost be pleased if one of you got caught trying something.--------The journey to Humerus takes precisely one week, the passage being mostly notable. The ship's captain, DE'Tax of theBloodscent, seems to regard your presence as both auspicious and dangerous in equal measure. The majority of his thousands-strong crew seem to agree with him, and so stay far away from your assigned quarters for the duration of the trip. Arriving in orbit over Humerus, you descend via a boxy, ungainly lifter that shakes worryingly during the entire descent. It eventually deposits you at the outskirts of a ramshackle looking port town sitting in the center of a blistering desert, before promptly lifting off again the moment that you've disembarked. Erika walks ahead of your group, her robes rippling in the desert wind." My presence is required if you wish to enter the Temple grounds unmolested, and I have little desire to spend any time in this wretched place." she says cool as she goes, hardly bothering to look at you. "The port is called Carrion Corpse, and all in all it is a thoroughly uninspiring little hole, useful only for resupplying the ships that pass through here. There isn't a single true devotee amongst the entire population, except..." Elrika's voice trails off as she comes to a sudden halt, and the reason is easy to see. Standing motionless in the middle of the dirt track ahead of you is an absolute giant of a man, clad in bloodstained plates of Carmine armor that might once have been white. His face is obscured by a silver mask, worked into the visage of a snarling dog's head, and in his hands he grips a massive chain-grieve. His voice is a low growl, tinged with madness and bloodlust." I am the Disciple of Crop! Who will challenge a champion of the Lord of Skulls?""...him." Erika finishes with a sigh. Carole eyed the brute with disdain. Howboringto devote oneself to mindless slaughter when there were so many much more artistic ways to alter the human form. But the hearted knew he had no chance to best the monstrous warrior before him in single combat, as much as he would relish the oaf being taken down a notch. He caught Master's eye and raised one pale eyebrow. Carpus looked at the hearted, is helmet fully on this time around. Golden angel wings curling at the side of his head with devilish red eyes for him to look out of. Nodding slowly he steps forward and pulls Dragon's Tongue out of her Sheathe and holds it with both hands." Come forth, follower of Crop, and you shall find honor and skill in my blade. Oh, my sincerest apologies, in the event that your mindless savagery has made you inept in the art of words allow me to put it in laymen terms; I accept your challenge in the name of the Dark Prince. Now the question comes to bear, are you prepared to face a Lord of Sin?" Burton"Ah, a fellow follower along the path of slaughter. If you bar my way, you know how this will end. Just one more for the throne. If it were not for our haste I would have fought you outright. Leave now before I rip out your entrails and I hang you with them. Now get the hell out of our way, I have an important event to attend." Durzon's hand moves to his power sword, already he is preparing for combat. ActionsSpoiler Hide Intimidate: (1d100)[76] vs 50 (60 if he is "weaker" or beneath me thanks to my talent) "A follower of the Prince? Truly, my lord has blessed me this day. Single combat, no quarter." The Disciple growls, sounding positively eager. The chain grieve whirs into life, and you think you can see a faint flickering light coming from around the jagged teeth. Then, the Disciple is in motion, barreling forwards like a freight train, heading directly for Carpus. Spoiler Hide OK, he's attacking Carpus. Charge attack with berserk charge and all out attack. Rolling against effective weapon skill of one hundred and ten. (1d100)[74] Ok, so that translates to three hits, due to swift attack. Feel free to dodge or parry, otherwise this is going to be hits against your arm, arm and torso. E grieve is blessed and so doesn't break under the power field rules. Damage hit one: [roll]3d10b2+8[/roll] Damage hit two: [roll]3d10b2+8[/roll] Damage hit three: [roll]3d10b2+8[/roll] (Sorry, dice roller is playing up a bit here. Add eight to each of these damage results, and they are pen 2)(3d10b2)[17](3d10b2)[13](3d10b2)[17] Smiling, Carpus raises his sword to parry the chain grieve, his sword almost glowing with a disturbing pink aura as the blade comes to blows with the grieve. He soon follows up with his own rapid assault. Spoiler Hide Parry against the charge (1d100)[51] VS 55 (Spending 1 infamy point) Taking 2 half actions to hit back with standard attacks: Hit one:(1d100)[75] VS 55 Hit two:(1d100)[40] VS 55 Damage:(1d10+17)[22](This will be going onto his head with a Pen of 6. The sword naturally deals +6, which is improved by the strength bonus of +7 and the unnatural strength bonus of +4. Tell me if I'm doing any of that wrong, this is my first combat and I don't want to screw up.) The two weapons lock together with a hideous shrieking sound, whirring chain blade and crackling power field producing a torrent of multicolored sparks every time they touch. The initial exchange is balanced, both warriors deflecting the blows of their opposing number in a rapid-fire exchange of attacks and parries. The Disciple backs off slightly." For a decadent follower of the Prince, you have some skill with a blade. Your skull shall be a fitting tribute to my lord." he notes in his gravelly voice, sounding like he's paying you the highest of compliments. Then he comes in again, swinging his snarling weapon in a series of wide, heavy blows. Spoiler Hide (1d100)[58] to hit If it misses, Blade master allows for a reroll: (1d100)[50] As noted, no combining Swift Attack with AOO, so he's going for the former option. Spoiler Hide With swift attack, that makes two hits, to the legs this time. Again, add 8 to these, pen2. Edit: Ignore the second hit, as per discussion in Out of Character thread. (3d10b2)[16] (3d10b2)[15] Again he follows with another parry and a swift slash with his blade." Surrender now and I'll spare you, Blood monger. This is your one chance to join the Prince of Torment." Spoiler Hide Parry:(1d100)[93] VS 55 To hit:(1d100)[43] VS 55 Wounding:(1d10+17)[18] It had been a long trip, but gave Cristina enough time to meditate about what things she would be uncovering on the temple, and what prophecy had been done. She was delighted when they finally left the ship, and wondered about the history of the port they were currently standing, and where did the name come from. As she heard Erika talk, and the brutish warriors challenge each other, trying to guess who had the biggest manhood, she stood back, and relaxed. It would be a good time as ever to gauge the power of her temporary companions, and who knew, maybe if she was lucky, one or two wouldn’t be continuing on the road ahead. Critical damage on Carpus:The last strike from the Disciple knocked Carpus' leg at an awkward angle, resulting in strained and possible torn muscles. You take one level of fatigue, which puts you at a -10 to all your tests until it is healed. The Disciple laughs cruelly, barely seeming to notice the long, jagged scar in the flesh of his right arm. The blood that flows from the wound hisses slightly as it hits the ground." Surrender? I think you overestimate your chances, Clannish wretch. " Spoiler Hide The Disciple spends this round making a Called Shot at Carpus' head, looking for a decapitation. -20, no bonuses, so he tests against a score of 30. Blade master allows a reroll if it misses. (1d100)[38] (1d100)[61] And if it hits, damage will be (3d10b3)[8] +8 at pen 2. Expertly skidding out of the way Carpus slams Dragons Tongue towards the Ornate worshiped with great vigor, spitting"WRETCH. WRETCH, Listen to me, you miserable cretin I am the lord of a chaos cult! You're just some mad highway man who fancies himself a warrior." Spoiler Hide To Hit:(1d100)[76] VS 55 To Wound:(1d10+17)[21] The Disciple leans backwards, avoiding the savage attack, and laughs. "Now that's more like it! Battle isn't a pretty little show, it's a furious slaughter! Come on, slay me if you can!" Spoiler Hide He returns to his series of rapid strikes. (1d100)[10] Blade master reroll (1d100)[73] Spoiler Hide A result of ten against a WS of 50 means three hits, to the Head, Head and Arms. (3d10b2)[16] (3d10b2)[14] (3d10b2)[20] As before, add eight to the above and treat as Pen 2. Sliding his blade forward he attempts to block the glance and follow with his own rapid assault,"Battle is my art, and I shall paint this ground with your blood." Spoiler Hide Parry:(1d100)[20] VS 65 (Burning another point of infamy to add +10, what with 3 attacks and all) To hit:(1d100)[29] VS 55 To wound:(1d10+17)[25] The Disciple knocks the incoming strike aside, and goes for you once more, not saying a word.(1d100)[25](1d100)[31] Spoiler Hide Two hits this time from that first roll, now both to the torso. Damage and pen as before. (3d10b2)[18] (3d10b2)[15] Carole cocked his head slightly, continuing to eye the fight with interest. His fellow Slaaneshi did not seem to be holding his own very well, but that was surely not the hearted's fault. Allie'done was raised an eyebrow; you could hardly argue that that was an incitement to violence. DurzonDurzon is emitting a low grumbling to himself like a barely contained predator waiting for slaughter. He continues to watch the fight, he is flexing his hand gripping the hilt of his still sheathed power sword. It's very clear he is tempted to just start swinging. His posture only hints at the anger hoping for a chance to escape. Carpus raises his sword to block the chain grieve just as a beam of light shoots forward to hit the disciple in the head. From the direction of the shot was a semi-armoured man who had been keeping himself hidden as far away from the fight as possible, a long la in his hands readying another shot. With his cultist backing him up Carpus strikes again with renewed vigor. Spoiler Hide Parry:(1d100)[62] VS 65 To hit:(1d100)[61] VS 65 To Wound:(1d10+17)[25] Long Las: Standard Attack:(1d100)[1] VS 105 Spoiler Hide Long Las to wound:(3d10+3)[17] 3d10 for the 2 degrees of success thing, pen of 1 ignores unnatural toughness of 4 and lower. The Disciple staggers backwards as the shot strikes him in the center of his wolf-faced helm." You dishonorable little bastard! I'll rip you limb from..." That is as far as he gets before the power sword in Carpus' hands catches him in the right shoulder. The searing energy superheats the bone marrow and chars the flesh, and with a disgusting sound the entire joint explodes into pieces. The Disciple is thrown sideways through the air, crashing down in a heap of tangled limbs and clattering metal that smokes gently from the force of the blow. He does not rise again. Elrika makes a visible show of looking at her chronometer. "Are you about finished?" Carpus looks at the devilish women, glances at the corpse, nudges it with his power armored toe, and shrugs"Yeah I'd think so."and as he walks back to regroup with everyone, sheathing his blade in the process, he hears a raspy snappy voice say"Nice swordsmanship there, boss. Maybe next time you can go without a headshot in the middle of a duel."if anyone bothered following the source they would see it came from the same traitor guardsmen in the battle. A smirk of annoyance on his face, Carpus shoves the guardsmen to the ground and they both smile for a brief moment, but return to their solemn destiny involving the changer of ways in a matter of moments. Spoiler Hide Carpus gains two points of infamy for that fight, representing Clannish's favor with you defeating a champion of Horne. However, ending it by using a ranged weapon from a previously uninvolved individual earns Horne's displeasure, and gains you three corruption. Erika turns without a word and continues leading you onwards. The journey to the temple takes approximately half an hour as you cross some two miles of baking desert at a brisk pace. Overhead, the sky waxes between purple and pale green in hue, while the pale orb of a solitary moon can be seen despite the daylight hours. Here and there you see the odd shower of multicolored meteorites streaking through the atmosphere, though none land close to your positions. Eventually, you crest the final hill and lay eyes on the Temple itself. A large field of wreckage and rubble stretches out for several square miles around what can only be the twisted form of a crashed starship. Judging by the rust and decay on the debris all around you, it must have been here for several centuries, held steady by the way the initial impact jammed it into the very bedrock of the planet and baked the surrounding sand into a shimmering field of glass. The ship's hull has clearly been modified at some point, for a great set of golden doors now stand proud in the side facing you, and the entire surface has been carefully reworked with all manner of arcane script and blasphemous vigils. The ship's bridge remains the highest point, held easily half a mile above the desert floor by the way the vessel landed, and around it's up thrust dome you think you can see the wheeling, manta-like forms of several daemonic creatures. Screamers of Teeth, to be precise, some apparently towing great chariots of fire through the air. There is a cohort of soldiers waiting for you at the bottom of the hill, all of them large and well muscled with their faces concealed behind mirrored visors. Each carries a crackling grieve in their hands, and has a large pistol strapped to their hip. Erika turns to regard you all." Welcome to the Temple of Lies. I will go and inform the Oracle of your arrival, and fetch you when he is prepared to see you. It will likely be several hours. In the meantime, you are free to explore the temple grounds. The Libraries is within the ship itself - one of the guards will escort you at all times." she looks over at Carpus. "We'll have someone attend to those wounds as well. In the meantime, I urge you to make the most of your stay. This is a rare privilege." Spoiler Hide Carpus, your wounds will be healed by sorcery if you do not object. Otherwise, if everyone can please tell me what they wish to get up to while they're here - any books they want to look for, topics they wish to discuss, that sort of thing. Spoiler Hide Ok, quick question, how much XP did Carpus earn from that encounter? Carpus followed the rabble crowd across the strange planet, barely glancing at the sky as meteors soared by. As they finally arrive to the temple a long whistling sound could be heard emanating from Rodrick's lips accompanied by the words "That's a big of beaut". Carpus and his lackey listen to the women go on, and when she solos the Marine out he smiles at her and says"Thank you for your hospitality, I've been meaning to have someone kiss my wounds and make them better."which is quickly followed with a look of disdain from Rodrick at Carpus, before rolling his eyes and following the tank on legs. Spoiler Hide Carpus will not refuse the healing. He will spend his time first at the libraries, looking up books on Spanish, Raptors (And Jetpack use in general), and any rituals involving Spanish and her daemons (etc). Afterward he'll find any spots of worship (Slaaneshi or not, albeit he'll probably attract more to the former) and try to get a following of his own and recruit worshipers to bolster his cult. Rodrick will strut around and try to size up the guard and look tougher than him. Spoiler Hide Carpus receives 120xp for his fight with the Disciple. While from the outside the Temple of Lies looks reasonably mundane, once you pass through the doors the illusion is swiftly shattered. The entire interior of the hull has been hollowed out and replaced by an echoing, empty chamber quite a bit larger than the outer size would have suggested, though this may just be a trick of perspective. Within this otherwise empty space are ornate staircases, dozens of them all apparently carved from some kind of marble. They wind their way up through the cavernous room in an intricate array of crisscrossing pathways and intersecting junctions. Not all of them seem to obey the laws of physics, from the relatively benign - arches that should never be able to stand under their own weight, or ones that seem parallel right up until they intersect - to the positively bizarre, like the sections where the staircases loop and corkscrew and occasionally run along the underside of other routes. Any area that you aren't looking directly at almost seems to move in the corner of your gaze. A hunched figure swathed in concealing robes listens to your requests and leads you through the maze of passages as though he was born there. There don't seem to be any bookcases or repositories of lore right up until you reach the nearest corner, whereupon suddenly bookshelves appear as though they slid out from behind empty space to stand ready for your inspection. Carnus finds a great many different tomes talking of Clannish and it's daemons, though relatively few on the Raptors - save where prominent members of their kind turned up in some prophecy or other. In particular, he finds a series of manuscripts that go to great lengths on how to summon and treat with Marionettes and other lesser daemons. The staff here don't seem keen to let you take any of the materials away from here, but it shouldn't be too hard to make a copy of the pertinent details. You find no other visitors to the temple within, and the Guards and assorted guides seem immune to your attempts to speak on the matter of devotions. Rodrick engages in a silent contest with the guard following you easily enough, though he's at something of a disadvantage considering the guard is apparently immune to vertigo. Carole regards the interior of the Temple of Lies with excitement, devouring it with his eyes.“What an ... interesting structure,” he proclaimed, honest emotion in his crackling voice.”I will enjoy investigating your Temple. I must be grateful for your master’s invitation in this regard, if for nothing else.” Spoiler Hide Carole is happy to spend an hour or two wandering as much of the Temple as possible, looking for interesting aspects of its construction, any particularly noteworthy technology found within and any hints as to the original purpose of the vessel. Then he intends to go to the Library to do a bit of research on similar topics about the ship, and anything about archaeotech in general. Rolls if necessary, both against 48: Common Lore (Tech) (1d100)[37] Forbidden Lore (Archaeotech) (1d100)[8] Spoiler Hide Carpus will copy down the material he finds of treating with Marionettes and their kin. He'll also copy down the stories of the most famous raptors and their prophecies, all of this writing "of course" will be delegated to Rodrick to hold onto and do. From their he will ask to leave the temple grounds to test out the jump pack he had "Rightfully earned for the glory of Spanish" from a foolhardy Raptor (IOC: Can I spend the XP I earned to be trained in Operate: Aeronautical. My character isn't incredibly agile, but it wouldn't make much sense for an ex assault marine to not know how to use a jump pack.) Santos ignores the books on sorcery for now. Although they call to him, he knows that the unique and rare books of Teeth's deeper secrets are beyond his capabilities for the moment. Instead, he endeavors to further his scholastic studies, searching in particular for a rare set of scrolls known as the Precepts of Aaron, a treatise on politics and leadership by a renowned Tzeentchian acolyte who lived millennia ago. Spoiler Hide Santos, it seems, has ambitions, he wants to establish his own domain one day and is working to make it happen. DurzonDurzon finds a place to mediate to Horne. Practicing his fighting technique for as long as need to be in his kinetic meditation and prayer to his god. Carole:Spoiler Hide The artificer has a keen kind, and a working understanding of both mundane technology and the possible applications of the warp lore. His insight leads him to several books in particular, which deal with strange rituals for warping space and creating the impossible. With the formulae that you develop from these books and your observations, and the aid of a suitably potent Parker, it should be possible for Carole to design and build structures similar to the Temple himself. The possible applications for bending space and physics in this manner, I leave to you. Carpus:Spoiler Hide Rodrick, quite naturally, grumbles a bit about the work, but does it anyway. It is quite acceptable to spend your XP on that skill. And you can easily get some practice in with the jump pack outside the walls of the temple... Though at least one of the Screamers takes to following you around like a curious puppy. A curious, daemonic, flying manta-ray of a puppy. Santos:Spoiler Hide The guides recognize the name of the text immediately, and lead you to their copy of the work. A full study of the precepts is impossible within your available timeframe, but the text does note that amongst the servants of the True Gods, power and influence can often be obtained by possessing items or relics of particular value or legend. It is even better if said items hold a mostly unaffiliated history with any of the Gods in particular. (Plot? No, not at all...) Burton:Spoiler Hide No one objects too much to your practicing, though they insist (at not-quite-gunpoint) any worship to the Blood Go be done outside the Temple. In the middle of your devotions, you notice you appear to have drawn the attention of one of the Tzeentchan daemons, which is making lazy orbits of your position... And slowly drifting closer. Bathing with the images floating in front of her, Cristina follows Erika towards the temple, it seemed too simple, which meant it was more likely an illusion or that it looked that way to confuse strangers. The truth was revealed once they entered, and it wasn’t disappointing at all, still, she did not trust it fully, it would only be natural for more illusions to be in place. She decides that the Libraries will be the best place to start, and informs the hunched figure of it. Following him and taking into account the guard following her in turn, she starts to search through the various tomes for ones specifically about Teeth, Sykes, Warp or Sorcery. Carpus smiles at the daemon manta ray puppy thing, and proceeds to try and play with it (Naming it Steve in the process) despite the repeated warnings from Rodrick that it will try to kill him and that "We can't trust it" but Carpus ignores him, Teeth is an Ally of Spanish and thus Carpus will be an ally to Steve. From their he'll further practice his jump pack following the beast around and doing loops, twirls, and other tricks as he does so. Spoiler Hide /IOC Is their any roll I need to make for this (Daemon mastery, Fellowship) or is it just doing this out of pure curiosity? And thanks, hopefully I can get my Agility up and be able to use my jump pack more. /IOC Nico takes the time to head to the library as well, deciding that he'd like to know as much as he can about this place and its inhabitants as he can before meeting the head honcho. Spoiler Hide Apologies on the late posting; an unusually busy week turned into an unusually busy weekend as well. NIC is looking for anything specifically related to the history of the temple, the types of guardians (both human and otherwise) it tends to employ, and anything writings that detail prophecies laid out by the oracle. Cristina:Spoiler Hide There are literally hundreds of tomes on those subjects available. You suspect that with access to them, learning how to best apply your powers would be far easier. This will come up again later in the adventure. Carpus:Spoiler Hide No test required, and the daemon seems quite content to simply follow you around in curiosity. Though you do get the constant impression it is mocking you, every time it replicates one of your maneuvers with considerably more grace. Nico:Spoiler Hide The chronicles of the Temple, and its past prophecies are all available, but they do not appear to have been stored in anything resembling a logical order or with any kind of referencing guide. Finding anything specific would take far longer than you currently have available. The guardians are easier to learn about - aside from the Inevitable Guards, who all appear to be humans with ensorcelled weapons, there are references to numerous bound daemons and employed Sykes. One side note is that there is also mention of 'elite operatives' on loan from the Sorcerer's World of Q'Sal. No details though. After precisely two hours, Erika tracks you all down again and bids you follow her. She leads you up through the shifting staircases of the Libraries with an ease and familiarity that speaks of long experience, quite more than would be expected given her reasonably youthful visage." I warn you, watch how you conduct yourself in the Oracle's presence. He takes his position and it's duties seriously, and suffers no insult from those he considers his inferiors... which is to say, damn near everyone." she explains as she leads you, and there is no disguising the touch of personal experience inherent in the warning... Nor the bitterness. Eventually, you reach the very highest peak of the inside chamber, where the stairs terminate at a simple wooden trapdoor set into the ceiling. Erika opens it and climbs up the revealed ladder, beckoning you to follow her. The room at the top is quite different from the ship's bridge it appears to be outside. A large, circular room under a crystal dome, the chamber is arrayed in a picture of scholarly disorder. Rugs, tables and small chairs are strewn about the interior, and wooden shelves lined with thick-bound books line the walls, accessed by a series of rising balconies and walkways. The air practically seethes with residual magical power. An elderly man is seated near the center of the room, intently studying a thick tome laid out before him. He is thin, almost skeletal in build, and his gray hair is shoulder-length and straggly. Around the exposed areas of his neck and hands, you think you can see scars and sections of discolored skin. He waves one hand in a distracted gesture." Leave us, slave." Behind you, Erika visibly stifles a retort and retreats down through the hatchway, closing it behind her. The old man looks up at you, and you see that he evidently lost his eyes some time ago. One has been replaced by an authentic, but the other remains gaping and empty, rimmed with scar tissue. " A shame that the future of this temple resides in that pathetic thing, wouldn't you agree? Fortunately, that will not have to be the case... and that is part of the reason I have summoned you here. I am curious, though, as to why you responded. What do you hope to gain from this little trip? What is it you desire?" Seeing no one else speak up, Nico rests his hands on his hips and speaks up. "My reason is simple. Someone with a lot of resources and influence went through the trouble of tracking me down and offering me safe passage here, all on account of a prophecy or vision or some such. I only respect the Dark Gods enough to want to avoid being under their gaze, so finding out whatever you want and taking care of it ASAP is likely in my best interest."" Besides, answering your summons is likely safer and more interesting than spending time anywhere else in this warp ridden section of space," he finishes with a shrug. Carole eyed the Oracle in silence, choosing his response carefully." As my new comrade says, it would be impertinent - and boring - to turn down so generous and enticing an offer. But you ask what we desire, and I must ask you in turn why our desires should have an ugly ulterior motive. Desire,"he said, savoring the word,"is an end, not a means to an end. My vocation is the union of the transcendent flesh, and the dissolution of the borders between blood and steel." “Oracle” starts Cristina, bowing reverently, even though he has lost his eyes, she expects him to feel her movements one way or another. She suspects, albeit she does not try to perceive, that he is or must be a powerful Parker.“I am, but a seeker of knowledge and that is what has brought me here. The idea of rejecting such an offer was beyond my imagination; I could not do it, nor even think about it. Thus, I am here, a humble servant, regretting that time wasn’t kind enough back at the Libraries” The Oracle nods, slowly, and stands up. He closes the thick tome in front of him carefully, and cradles it as though it were a newborn child. "Much as I thought. I would prefer to remain here and deal with this myself, but I received word shortly before you came in that my other guests have arrived, and I am consequently rather pressed for time." He takes a step back, reaches out with one hand and drags it downwards. An extended finger leaves a brilliant vertical line hanging in the air, which the Oracle steps behind and vanishes, as though he had just gone around a corner. At the same moment, the skylight overhead explodes apart into a cloud of oddly colored dust, rapidly pulled away by the high winds raging outside. Dropping in through the sudden gap comes a full squad of twelve of the Inevitable guard, who land in perfect battle spread around your group, two-handed grieves held ready in gloved fists. A pair of the 'guides' who showed you around the libraries earlier in the day emerge onto the balconies surrounding the room, warp-light glittering around their hands. Coax's voice drifts through the room." Die now, fools, and know the fate of all who would seek to overthrow a Chosen of Teeth!" In its wake, a sudden and completely unnatural silence falls across the room like a blanket. Spoiler Hide And... Initiatives, as you are ambushed: Inevitable Guards: (1d10+3)[10] Temple Sykes: (1d10+3)[12] Mysterious GM roll: (1d10+5)[10] Carole: (1d10+5)[14] Cristina: (1d10+5)[12] Nicodemus: (1d10+6)[7] Burton: (1d10+5)[12] Santos: (1d10+3)[12] Carpus: (1d10+3)[11] Carole would have hummed inquisitively, but the mystical silence drowns out any mechanical simulations of a human voice that emerged from his Vox-grille. He turned on the spot, rim of his cloak twirling, and tried to get a better sense of the ambushing party through the veil of boundlessness, before drawing his plasma gun. Spoiler Hide Testing Awareness vs Perception 43: (1d100)[95] Also, just to point out Margin Ra, there's no n in Carole. Cristina was deeply fascinated with everything that the oracle said even if it did not seem to be consequential. Even when the man vanished and the guards appeared, she was fascinated, such power, such knowledge. It would all be hers. Without a doubt, she unleashed a force bolt on the closest enemy. The sheer confusion of the scene robs Carole of any real opportunity to accurately deduce enemy numbers or abilities. Aristana's psychic bolt slams into the knee joint of the nearest inevitable guard, mangling it and most of his leg in a hideous welter of gore. The guard topples to the ground, thrashing in eerie silence. Santos growls." You will pay for this interruption, worms." Raising a hand, he fires blasts of dark purple flame at the intruding Inevitable Guards. However, Santos is perhaps overwhelmed by the power available in this temple to Teeth, and the strike unleashes an explosion at his feet; the backlash of the blast hurls Santos into the air. When he lands, he falls heavily on his left leg, and a cracking sound can be heard. Spoiler Hide Doom bolt. That's a Challenging (+0) WP Test, with a +10 for a Pay Focus and +10 because of my Pay Rating, so a total effective WP of 77. Roll s 55. That's 3 Degrees of Success, for 2 bolts. I'll fire them at separate targets, doing 1d10+2 Damage with 8 penetration for 11 and 4 damage respectively. I also get Psychic Phenomenon! Rolling 87 gets me Perils of the Warp. Luckily only a 16, which s a Pay Blast. This throws me 19 meters into the air. Well, lucky I'm a Space Marine. 1d10+ 19 = 29. Sgt;_Sgt; Reduced by Toughness rather than Armor, that's 20 damage, for 2 Critical Damage to a Left Leg. My Movement Rate is reduced by half for one round, but I make the Toughness Test to avoid being Stunned and falling Prone. Actually, what the heck, I'll spend an Infamy point and heal 2 damage, and ignoring the Critical Effect, such as it is. The two guards both recoil in pain as the multicolored bolts strike home. Both, however, are still mobile and capable of fighting. Indeed, the second appears to have shaken off the blast entirely. On the balcony, the two Temple Sykes raise their hands in perfect synchronization, twisted warp light flickering around the ends of their pale fingers. Bolts of writhing energy leap forth and strike Carole and Cristina, trailing a long stream of sparks and residual crackles that earth in complete silence. Spoiler Hide OK, that's one hit apiece on the two of you. If not dodged, you take the following damage, at a Penetration value of 8. Carole: (1d10+4)[8] Cristina: [roll] 1d10+4[/roll] Spoiler Hide Cristina: (1d10+4)[5] Carpus revs up his jetpack and charges forward at one of the temple Sykes, swinging his sword forward with great anger and zeal at the betrayal, ready to impale and push one of the temple Sykes back. Rodrick on the other hand, instantly drops and begins to take a shot at one of the Inevitable guards, aiming his gun in the process. Spoiler Hide Agility Roll for Jetpack:(1d100)[75] VS 36 All out Attack:(1d100)[16] VS 75 Opposed Strength Test:(1d100)[83] VS 95 Power Sword Damage Roll:(1d10+17)[22] Standard Attack Long Las (Standard attack +10, Aim +10, Long Las thing+ 10):(1d100)[90] VS 55 (95 if shooting at close range?) Carpus makes it to the balcony, though he very nearly overshoots and is to busy correcting that to take a proper swipe at the Parker. With trained synchronization, the nine remaining Inevitable guards advance on those still on the first floor, their grieves swinging in tightly controlled arcs. They divide themselves up fairly evenly, two going for each of you, while an already wounded soldier attacks Rodrick. Spoiler Hide Charge attacks, so effective weapon skill becomes 65. Ganging up bonuses make most of them 75. Two attacks on Santos: (1d100)[33] and (1d100)[97] Two against Carole:(1d100)[69] and (1d100)[52] Two against Cristina (1d100)[66] and (1d100)[39] Two against Nico (1d100)[99] and (1d100)[57] One against Rodrick (1d100)[4] Spoiler Hide Santos is struck once in the torso, taking (1d10+6)[15] damage at a pen of 3. It has the Felling (4) quality, and thus ignores your unnatural toughness. Carole is struck in the left arm and the left leg, taking (1d10+6)[15] and (1d10+6)[13] damage respectively at pen 3. Cristina is hit in the body and left leg, taking (1d10+6)[16] and (1d10+6)[7] damage respectively, pen3. Nico is hit in the right leg for (1d10+6)[7] damage, pen 3. Rodrick is hit in the torso for (1d10+6)[10] damage, pen 3. All these hits may be parried and/or dodged as normal. If any of the attacks get through, and you take damage, you must also take a toughness test or be stunned for a number of rounds equal to the degrees of failure. Spoiler Hide Dodge Roll to save Rodrick's Life (Cause if he fails he dies):(1d100)[70] VS 10 Santos desperately raises his force sword in an attempt to stop the Inevitable's strike, but the grieve bashes it aside and strikes him, leaving a bleeding gash and Santos reeling. Spoiler Hide Santos's Force Weapon is a sword and thus Well Balanced, but a 40 effective WS sadly isn't enough to save him. 58. That hit will do an effective 3 damage, causing a Critical Effect 3. I'm assuming it's Rending Damage, meaning Santos is Stunned for one round and must make a Toughness Test for Blood Loss. 68 = Failure. Toughness Test for the weapon Stun: 88. Well, Santos is out of the fight. :(At least I only have a 5% chance of dying of blood loss a round, but with my luck, it'll probably happen soon. Deciding that this is the time for overkill, Nico slips his hands behind his back and brings out his plasma pistols in a whirl, each weapon settling into his palm as he points them at the two guards who attacked him. Each gun whines loudly as it fires, both of them set to maximum output in an attempt to put the guards down quickly. Spoiler Hide Making a pair of semi-auto attacks, one at each guard. Both rolls are BS vs. 38 (48 base, -10 for dual wielding). If an attack roll succeeds, it gains +1 DoS due to Adroit. Here's hoping at least one hits. Attack roll 1: (1d100)[68] Damage roll 1: (2d10+7)[9][9](25) Energy, Pen 10 Damage roll 2: (2d10+7)[2][5](14) Energy, Pen 10 Attack roll 2: (1d100)[37] Damage roll 1: (2d10+7)[2][3](12) Energy, Pen 10 Damage roll 2: (2d10+7)[3][3](13) Energy, Pen 10 EDIT: So, one hit at relatively low damage. Hooray. Ah well, here's hoping the pistols due better next turn. Spoiler Hide Relatively low damage, perhaps, but it is still a plasma weapon on maximal... The first of the guards attacking Nico flinches aside as the ravening energy blasts pass too close for comfort. The second is not so lucky, collapsing in a heap with most of his torso reduced to molten slag. The scent of burned meat fills the room. Carole staggered backwards, almost tripping over his cloak in a pitiful attempt to dodge the Doom bolt. Righting himself, he raised his weapon to take aim at the Parker who had wounded him, releasing a quick hot burst of plasma - but the superheated blob collapsed across his own arm, and the plasma gun clattered to the floor. Spoiler Hide Half action aim, half action standard attack against the Parker that wounded Carole. BS 38 + aim + standard attack = 58, or 68 if at short range. To hit: (1d100)[100] Damage: (1d10+8)[9], Pen 8 The Temple Sykes, somewhat surprised to find an angry Astarte son their level, panic slightly and unleash their powers on Carpus. A barrage of writhing, tainted bolts fills the air, and everyone gets a bad taste in their mouths, like rotten cheese. Spoiler Hide Carpus takes four Doom bolt hits, striking the left arm twice, then his body, and then his head. Dodge attempts are recommended. Otherwise, damage as indicated, all of it Pen 8. (1d10+8)[10] (1d10+8)[12] (1d10+8)[13] (1d10+8)[14] Still, there are benefits to enemy sorcerers acting hastily. With a surprised look on its face, one of the Sykes vanishes into thin air, and the other merely blinks in surprise as it's powers seemingly fail to manifest at all.

Black Crusade - Hand of Corruption IC|rating:4.0

Former Boss Submits (Closed for angelique127)

Marcel was sitting in his office going over spreadsheets like normal and contemplating a running leap from his 10th story window. Not that he didn't like his job, he was recently promoted to senior director, it was just the sheets were driving him nuts today. He looked up with some relief at a knock. His VP was standing in the door frame. Tom Decker was about as good a boss as he could hope for. However, at the moment he stood there with a smile which Marcel had learned to dread. That was Tom's 'I am going to help you out' look." What's up Tom? You have that cat-ate-the-canary look again." Trying, and failing, to look hurt Tom replied with a hand on his chest, "Me? That hurts. I am but a humble servant here to help you be successful."" Do I need to change shoes before it gets any deeper?"" No, but pull out your knee pads. I got you the help you have been asking for. Not a full-time just a contractor, but beggars can't be choosers."" Did you get the microscope to go with the knee pads and the contractor?" Marcel shot back. He was happy to get some help AMD a contractor would be better than nothing. Probably. Damn it though why couldn't Tom ever involve his managers before he brought people on board." Come on, I will introduce you to her." Standing up from behind his desk he followed with a shake of his head. At 5'9 he was average size and still winning the battle of the bulge at his waist line. Heading out into the cube farm he pulled off his glasses for a second to clean a smudge as Tom stopped and turned toward the gap in the walls." This is Dina Milner, we locked her in to help for the next year." Throwing his glasses back on he stood there looking down at the shirt brown haired cunt he knew five years ago. She turned in her chair and looked up at her new boss and instantly recognized him too. Neither said it, but both thought it at the same time, well fuck. Dina couldn't believe her eyes ! Oh God, anyone but him ! Dina and Marcel had a history, and it wasn't exactly a good one. She used to be his supervisor, and they didn't really play well together sort of speak. To make a long story short Dina had a reputation around the office of being a total stuck up bitch to work under. Of course Dina was aware of what they all thought, but she couldn't care less as long as she was successful, and the company was profitable. Anyhow, she and Marcel clashed over several issues and he accused her of taking credit for his work, and she decided that she had no other choice to fire him to cover it up. They both just stared at each other after the introduction for an awkward moment. Dina swallowed her pride and stood up, offering her hand. If she wasn't so desperate this position and this job, she would have turned and walked out of this office and not looked back. Nevertheless, Dina had no other choice, she had been 'let go' from her former company and not under good circumstances and even blacklisted. Not very many prospects available out there for her except entry ones..." Pleased to meet you, sir. " Dina forced a smile and prayed to herself that Marcel wouldn't make an issue... "Pleased to meet you, sir." That word sir caused a wolf like smile to fight its way onto his face. It was a sweet sound to hear this bitch have to address him as such. Especially after she had taken the cowards way out when he worked for him and sacked him by proxy instead of talking to him directly." Dina, so formal!" Turning to Tim, "You probably did not make the connection from her resume but Dina and I used to work together a few years back. I actually worked for her back then." Turning his attention back to Dina, "But Dina I remember what a professional you are, so I am sure that we won't have any problems with the roles reversed will we?" His eyes were locked on hers and though his tone was even and professional his eyes were burning. "I learned a lot from you back then about how to work with people. But we can catch up on old times later." Once again turning back to Tim and now fully ignoring Dina, "Why don't you swing by this afternoon, and we can talk through your thoughts on how to best utilize Dina here." With that he walked off leaving Tim and Dina in her cubicle. Shutting the door when back in his office the erection straining at his pants was unmistakable. Sure Dina was attractive in a bitchy kind of way, but this arousal was straight up over the gift and power the universe had just given him. Yes, this was going to be fun. There was no mistaking the resentment in Marcel's eyes. How he must despise her after all this time. Not to mention that he had insulted her in front of Tim when he told him that he used to work under her and left the office. Tim broke the awkward silence first," So... I guess you two know each other. "" Yes we do. As Marcel said he used to work under me. " Dina did not want to go into the details but added," To be honest I don't think he likes me very much. "" Wow, is this going to be a problem ? " Tim asked, concerned." Not really, I am willing to fulfill my duties to the best of my ability if Marcel wants to let bygones be bygones. Hopefully we can work out our differences. " Dina said, trying to remain positive and swallowing her pride. If only he knew how desperate she was to even have a job after her dismissal. If this didn't work out Dina would have to possibly move out of state and start over somewhere else..." Okay then, why don't you sign in to the account we are working on and look it over. Get to know the ins and outs. I'm going to go see Marcel and smooth things out. Oh, and welcome aboard Dina. " He smiled at the very well-dressed attractive woman. As Tim headed for Marcel's office he was puzzled by his buddy's reaction towards this gorgeous female. At first Tim thought Marcel would be thankful that he had found such a hot babe to work under him, but apparently they knew each other. So what Tim reasoned. He knocked and entered the office... A few minutes later Marcel was sitting at his desk, the erection gone, and looked up at the knock he saw Tim there. "Hey Tim, how goes?"" You tell me buddy. Is she going to be a problem?" Tim asked leaning in the doorway. Taking off his glasses and rubbing his nose for a second he sighed. "Was I that obvious? I was that obvious. Damn it." Putting his glasses back on and looking a boss, "Yes, we are going to be ok. Things did not end well between us when I worked for her, but I am a professional. And I need the help. So yes, I will make it work. Ok?" Tim looked back at his friend and employee for a second with a deeply skeptical look on his face. "I will give this a trial run and see how it goes. We have her locked in for a year so if things don't work out I will have to transfer her because we can't get rid of her. Not that it matters because from what I have heard from some friends elsewhere she got canned pretty damn hard about 4 months back. No one is willing to hire her. I took a chance because of how swamped you are though. Just... just don't make me regret it ok?" His heart surged when Tim mentioned how no one was willing to hire her. Part of that was just schadenfreude for her misfortune. Part of it was knowing she would be desperate, almost as desperate as he had been after he was sacked, to keep this job. This had some potential." You got it Tim. Order number one, do not make Tim have any regrets... exception for his shoes which no one can help with at this point." Tim grimaced, "Well you are being an asshole again so you must be back to normal. I mean it though, if there is a problem I can transfer her but if that happens you are up shit creek for help for at least another quarter, probably longer so make it work." With that he took off to go do VP stuff. Marcel sat there a minute later and then sent Dina an IM, "Come down, we should talk." Come down we should talk. Dina read the instant message her new boss had sent. Taking a deep breath, she tried to remain calm. Sooner or later Dina realized that she was going to have to face him if she wanted this job. The new secretary willed herself to be completely obedient and do her best to please Marcel, whatever it took... Being in a hurry, Dina went into the ladies room to touch up her lipstick and fussed with her hair. She was positive that Marcel had the hots for her and needed this to work in her advantage. Dina was confident in the fact that her ample breasts looked sensational in her white silk blouse, showing off her assets. Leaving the restroom she knocked on the door before entering the office. Without permission Dina sat on the small sofa, crossing her shapely legs which were encased in fine silk stockings." Yes sir, you needed to speak with me ? " He noticed that Dina had touched up a bit before coming in and appreciated, as any non-blind man would, the way her legs looked in the stockings. There was no denying she had a nice body. It just happened to encase a bitch personality. Without any preamble, "Dina you are a bitch. I have wanted to tell you that for the last few years and now that your here I figured we should get that out of the way. That being said you're a bitch my boss has saddled me with so we are going to have to make this work." He sat for a minute to see how she handled the bluntness of his approach. Taking her in at a whole her breasts were still nice, and the skirt rode just a bit high in a pleasing way. With another wolf-like smile at her, "As Tim mentioned to me, you seem to be in a crack for employment. Seems you got fired hard and have been struggling to find work. So everything finally caught up with you? Tell me, did Sean," the VP they had both worked for previously this year back, "at least have the stones to do it himself or was he spineless too and have someone else call you after hours on a Friday?" He was a bit surprised with himself at that point. The vitriol in his voice and words was harsher than he had anticipated. Sure, he hated her, but normally he had some better control than this. What was said though. He would never apologize to her, and it felt good to lash her like this when the tables were turned as they were. Dina was not about to reveal all the details of her dismissal. As far as she was concerned, most males were weak and passive if it involved pussy. Her former married boss was just another spineless wimp who loved to kneel under her desk and clean her heels with his pathetic tongue while begging to eat her cunt. Unfortunately for her, she was let go for some minor infraction, thanks to Sean." To answer your question, Marcel, it is none of your business. I was wrongly fired, and I now have to deal with it. " Dina remarked not caring for his tone of voice, regardless of his authority over her. Marcel stared at her, pushing his glasses back on his nose." I know that you resent me, sir, but I am more than willing to forget the past and serve you to the best of my ability. I hope that you can at least give me a chance. Furthermore, I am willing to do whatever is necessary. " "it is none of your business." That was true but he didn't really care. His goal was to break Dina, to humiliate her. But he had a year. No reason to rush and risk losing the opportunity." I was wrongly fired, and I now have to deal with it."" Seems there was a history of that in the department." He sunk the barb with much more calm in his voice than previously. Still angry his professionalism was reasserting itself to keep him from crossing a line that would lead to her being transferred out of the department. Slow was the key here."...and serve you to the best of my ability." His mind jumped at that. She may be a bitch, but she was hot for a woman in her 40s and several lurid thoughts went through his mind in a flash. Images of her gagging and red eyed chocking on his dick seemed to be particularly vivid." I am willing to do whatever is necessary." These words burned that gagging image into his mind for a moment, and he had to mentally shake himself to focus. Plenty of time for that later. Refocusing on her, and pointedly keeping his eyes on her face. "Forgetting the past is unlikely, but we are both professionals so moving beyond it is what is required. I have some spreadsheets that I need you to review and clean up with data from the last quarter. I will send you the link, and we can go over them in two days." With that he turned his attention back to his computer in summary dismissal. Though when she got up and walked out he did spare a glance up at her ass. As soon as she was out the door he sent her the files he had been working on that morning. Two days was a reasonable amount of time to review and update everything if the files were in decent condition. These, however, were a mess having been neglected for months. Even with long days it was highly unlikely not knowing where all the back-up data was that the work would get done completely or accurately. He was looking forward to reviewing everything on Wednesday. Dina was pissed at Marcel's flipped manner but held her temper after being rudely dismissed from his office. He was an arrogant bastard no doubt but there was nothing she could do except live with it. Marcel was not going to forgive her for no matter what. Dina needed this opportunity no matter what. Loggging in to the files Dina soon realized that this was a complete nightmare. The backlog was at least months in the making. Determined to prove herself Dina struggled, trying to do the possible task. Frustrated she resisted the urge to seek help from Marcel. He had set her up to fail and there was little she could do about it. God, how she despised him...of course he was good-looking and somewhat attractive, but he was an asshole and did not respect women, at least in the workplace. As a matter of fact Marcel was only one of a few males to resist her charms... Dina decided to do the best she could and suffer the outcome. Perhaps he would understand and give her a second chance. Sadly Dina was at his mercy...not to give up Dina downloaded the info into her home laptop hoping to continue the work at home, knowing that this was not allowed because of privacy concerns. She felt that she had no other choice. Surely if she was careful she wouldn't get caught. Unfortunately for Dina two days later she still had made very much progress. It was totally impossible to complete. The ball was in Marcel's court. Dreading her failure Dina waited for him to demand the results of the report... Wednesday morning came, and he opened up the share drive to look over Dina's work before their afternoon meeting. As he was about to open the file something caught his eye in the details line. Clicking that instead it showed the download log. There on the screen two entries. Milner - Monday 2034 and. Milner - Tuesday 2052. Those timestamps should not have been possible. Contractors had to vacate the building by 8PM every night and were not allowed to take company laptops home. She either had to be staying past authorized hours or was accessing the system from a personal computer. Going back into the share drive he opened the report and reviewed it. If he was honest with himself this was as good a job as anyone could likely have done. It was still garbage, there was no escaping that, but it was a cleaner pile of garbage that it had been. Honest with himself or not he was not going to give her the benefit of such introspection. Setting that aside for the moment though he had a lot to do this morning. Especially since he decided he would relish the opportunity to review everything in detail with her this afternoon before dropping the other shoe about knowing she had accessed the server against policy. Between now and then he decided to ratchet up the tension on her. At noon the reminder popped up that he was supposed to. Meet Dina at 1230. He sent her a message saying that something had come up, and he needed to move the meeting until 2. Then at 130 he sent another message. Reviewed report with Tom. Need to push meeting to 430. He said he wants to sit in. Bring copies with you. Plan on 2 hours instead of 1. He had not reviewed anything with Tom. Tom would not be there. And starting that late he knew she would have to rearrange everything in her evening. It was petty and he knew it. He really didn't care. When 430 rolled around most of the office had started to clear out. His secretary and the other director he shared her with were gone. As was the manager who had the closest office to his. The evening sun was coming in the window behind him and shining directly on the other chair at the small work table. With the knock at the door he looked up and saw Dina with the pile of papers in hand AMD the bright sun washing over her." Come on in. Tom had to cancel about 15 minutes ago so it is just us. But I have his feedback so tale a seat. We are going to be here for a bit." Dina entered the office trying to hide the dread she felt. The damn bastard had cancelled the meeting times twice, only making it worse. She knew Marcel would find fault with her files, but Dina had done the best she could with so little to work with. The files were a total mess and had been neglected for some time. So this morning she decided to look her best when she came into the office. Dina had spent a little more time applying her make up and doing her hair. She wore it piled on top of her head held up by a pearl comb, leaving a curl twist in the front. A pearl necklace adorned her throat. The black skirt she wore was perhaps little too short for the office, and she hoped that there was not a script dress code. Underneath her silk blouse she wore a bustier in case the shirt was too sheer. Dina had debated wearing the stockings but knew a lot of men liked to see a woman dressed that way. The heels were not as high as she would haves preferred, but this was a professional atmosphere. Maybe Marcel would appreciate her appearance and not come down so hard on her, she could only hope. Dina had been turned down by so many firms and companies since she was blacklisted that she was desperate for this position even if it meant working under Marcel. Oh, God! if the reasons for her dismissal ever came out... Dina entered the office trying to hide the dread she felt. The damn bastard had cancelled the meeting times twice, only making it worse. She knew Marcel would find fault with her files, but Dina had done the best she could with so little to work with. The files were a total mess and had been neglected for some time. So this morning she decided to look her best when she came into the office. Dina had spent a little more time applying her make up and doing her hair. She wore it piled on top of her head held up by a pearl comb, leaving a curl twist in the front. A pearl necklace adorned her throat. The black skirt she wore was perhaps little too short for the office, and she hoped that there was not a script dress code. Underneath her silk blouse she wore a bustier in case the shirt was too sheer. Dina had debated wearing the stockings but knew a lot of men liked to see a woman dressed that way. The heels were not as high as she would haves preferred, but this was a professional atmosphere. Maybe Marcel would appreciate her appearance and not come down so hard on her, she could only hope. Dina had been turned down by so many firms and companies since she was blacklisted that she was desperate for this position even if it meant working under Marcel. Oh, God! if the reasons for her dismissal ever came out... When Dina came in there really was no denying how amazing she looked, and he was not shy about appreciating that appearance. Even so he was not going to be turned from his purpose just because she was showing some cleavage or had a form fitting skirt. He indicated the seat across from him that was directly in the afternoon sun. When she sat he noticed how it turned the silk blouse almost see through and the bustier was clearly visible through the light colored material even though it was itself a light pink that matched her skin tone well. Seeing that the sun was on her face and in her eyes he looks a slightly longer look than he normally would have knowing she would have difficulty seeing. As she sat and laid out the packets of papers he also noticed that the skirt rode up a little high, especially given it was already shorter than business formality would typically require. There just below the hem he noted that might be the top of a stocking. Wondering idly if they were self-supporting or held up with garters. At that thought though he stopped himself mentally and redirected his eyes to the report. She was dressed this way on purpose. She had to be. Yes her appearance was always well-kept but a bustier, stockings, a short skirt and a sheer shirt this was her knowing she was fucked and trying to get out of it. If that is the way she wanted this to go maybe he would have to oblige, but not before taking his proverbial pound of flesh. After a few minutes leaving her sitting there as he reviewed what she laid in front of him he started going over it in detail, almost line for line in page after page he pointed out every error. Most of those errors were preexisting, but that didn't matter. It was her report now and therefore, as far as he was concerned at least, they were her errors. Every time he shifted the paper around to address something specific he made sure it was positioned on the table where she had to lean in to a spot that first had the sun more directly in her eyes but also caused her blouse to fall a little more from her body giving him a decent view of everything within. After 45 minutes of this and less than halfway through he sensed her frustration and building anger so he stopped to regard her. Her responses to everything had started out perfectly normal and reasonable trying to discuss each shortcoming. As the constant flow of criticism, never phrased unprofessionally but goading nonetheless, her responses became shorter and more clipped. He could see her eyes blazing at how unfair this all really was but a stubborn determination not to let the facade of control crack. Sitting back in his chair and stretching a little he regarded her in silence debating whether to drop his big bomb yet and decided it wasn't quite time. As he looked at her, he could see that the blouse was a little more transparent as she had been sitting in the sun for nearly an hour the heat, literally and figuratively had been building and was having an effect. Letting the silence linger a little longer he finally sat forward again, "In short Dina this really comes down to the work is shit and completely unacceptable. Especially for someone with your experience in the industry. I can't say I was surprised, but Tom was less than pleased at this first example of your output." Dina did her best to keep her temper and frustration under control as the meeting dragged on. She was used to being in charge and the one dishing out criticism. Marcel knew before he even assigned this task that she had no chance of success and was set up to fail. If the roles were reversed Marcel would be on his knees in front of her begging for forgiveness and groveling. Instead, she was forced to sit here and be insulted and her abilities questioned. It took all Dina's willpower not to get up and slapper than smug expression off his face and walk out." In short Dina this really comes down to your work is shit and completely unacceptable. Especially for someone with your experience in the industry. I can't say I was surprised, but Tom was less than pleased at this first example of your output. "The new contracted couldn't believe her ears ! He was actually accusing her of shoddy work. Marcel knew it was impossible to fix those files, no one could. Still this was the first time in her life that she didn't succeed at something. It never crossed her mind that when she was the boss she always took the credit for other peoples hard work, Marcel included. Dina blinked her long eyelashes several times, thinking of an excuse and a way to reason with this arrogant piece of shit..." I am sorry you feel that way, sir, but I did my best with what little was provided to me. Truthfully I find your behavior despicable and most unprofessional. You simply set me up to fail, and you are nothing but afraid I will steal your job in the very near future. "She knew she had gone too far and would probably be dismissed but at least she went down swinging with some dignity. Dina had let her temper and pride get the best of her, but it was the truth. She waited for the axe to fall... "You simply set me up to fail, and you are nothing but afraid I will steal your job in the very near future."" Just because that is how you operated don't go projecting your poor management style on everyone else. If it was impossible why not say so from the beginning? Why not ask for more time? This job requires someone who can speak the fuck-up. Instead, you just tried to power through and turned in shit and then whined and threw around accusations of it being everyone else's fault when you failed. Again." He was surprised at how calm his voice was at the moment. What he said was, or would have been with anyone else, true. With Dina though he just wanted to smash her flat. To wipe that arrogant bitchy smile from her face. His anger though was cold not hot as he expected. He knew that he had the trump card, and he could afford to let her truly hang herself. Leaning back he grabbed a printout from his desk and set it in front of him. "You to full of pride to admit when you need help and so arrogant as to blame everyone else for your failures. But who made you access the server against policy?" He slides the printout over to her where her name and the time stamps were highlighted." Did I make you do that too or did you decide to endanger the company by breaking not only company policies but privacy laws as well all on your own? You are already blacklisted and Tom took a chance hiring you. How is it going to go when you get fired for this?" He just sat there and watched her process just how little control she had over this situation. Dina realized that she was in big trouble. It could be considered a felony to download protected information on an unsecured server such as her home computer...she just didn't think she would be caught. How could I be so foolish ?There was no way Dina could deny her guilt. It was right there in black and white. Marcel stared at her waiting for a response. Dina suddenly felt like a little helpless mouse caught by the tail in front of a big fat cat." I am so sorry, sir. What I did was wrong. I should have come to you and asked to be provided with additional information to complete the assignment...please sir, try to understand, I meant no harm. I'm sure no one could hack into my computer. " Dina stated, remaining as calm as she could, expecting to be dismissed but hoping Marcel would not take this issue any further than that... "You're sure no one can hack your computer, are you? Because we don't see data breeches routinely at major companies with better security than your antivirus software? Your assurances are so comforting Dina. That of course doesn't even begin to address that the next compliance audit doesn't need to hack your computer does it?" The contempt in his voice was matched beat for beat by the scorn in his eyes. Those scornful eyes drifted over her. Sliding from her face down over that sheer blouse and the nice shape of it all. He saw she was clearly on the edge of desperation, and she did have a certain reputation, just whispers but looking at her, he could believe it. He wanted to believe it, but he was going to make her humiliate herself and offer." Tom and I only went over your shoddy, shitty work. I haven't brought this up to him yet. When he and I meet in the morning I am going to have to bring compliance and legal in on this. I can't say for sure he will actually fire you, but this is a pretty clear breach of you contract. It is time for you to go." With that he got up and walked to his desk gathering a few papers and his bag. Before turning with the obvious intent of leaving the office." Come on, I can't leave you in here alone." " Come on, I can't leave you in here alone. " Marcel glared down at her like she was a piece of trash. He despised her. That was when Dina panicked. Not only was she going to BRE dismissed, but Marcel was actually going to take legal action against her. This could mean fines in the thousands of dollars and the total end of her career. Even moving out of state and starting over was out of the question. This was a permanent violation that would never go away no matter where she went." Oh please, wait a minute Mr. Woods... I beg you to reconsider. I only wanted to please you and do a good job, sir. Furthermore, I am an excellent employee... I mean I could be a loyal employee for you. Furthermore, I am so, so sorry, sir. Furthermore, I promise it will never happen again. Please give me another chance, I will do anything. " Dina begged, almost in tears. Never in her life had she ever begged a male for anything... Hearing her bag is the revenge he has so often fantasized about. Looking at her again under such desperate circumstances causes many of those sordid and lurid thoughts he had to jump right back to the forefront of his mind. Images of that bundle of brown hair bobbing up and down between his thighs dancing vividly dance in the minds eye. Considering the opportunity here he knew he could not resist and would always regret it if he let the opportunity pass. Especially considering how often when they worked together previously he had considered ways to fuck her. The mix of power, lust, and her desperation was having an effect, and he felt how his pants were tightening. Looking past her, he could see that the office was empty now. Crossing over to the door he looked at her for just a second before closing it." Loyalty is useless without competence Dina. You have showed you lack competence with the work. So what are you good at that would warrant a second chance? What can you loyally do for me that I should ignore this massive fuckup?" He used that word with special emphasis. He would never ask her to do this. No she was going to have to offer. But the way he said that word made it clear what he expected her response to be. "...so what are you good at that would warrant a second chance ? What can you loyally do for me that I should ignore this massive fuckup ? "Dina could only blink her eyes in confusion. Surely he wasn't referring that she actually fuck him." Please, Mr. Woods... I only meant that you find it in your heart to let me fix this. If given the chance I can prove my loyalty to you and this company." She had a feeling that wasn't enough for him. They way he spoke to her, the tone of his voice just showed how much he despised her. Nevertheless, the way Marcel's eyes lingered over her legs and chest meant that he found her attractive. In fact when Marcel had worked under Dina before leaving she was certain that Marcel had a thing for her. Of course Dina didn't give him the time of day...he was not her type and Marcel was not able to provide her with anything to help climb the corporate ladder. But here she was, degraded and about to fired and fined. Worst yet Dina was at this bastard's mercy it seemed... Dina recrossed her legs, the silk just a whisper, but you could hear a pin drop. She willed herself to keep calm. There was no other choice." I'm certain we could come to some sort of arrangement that would be to your benefit, sir. I could polish your shoes, iron your shirts and do any chores you need done. I can make coffee and go and get lunch, why I have been told that I give excellent massages. There is nothing better than someone relieves all the tension on your shoulders and back. If your feet get sore, like mine always do, I can even massage your feet. "Dina knew it sounded silly and considered turning on the waterworks. Most men didn't like to see a woman cry, but she was unsure about Marcel. She was getting desperate... His eyes followed her legs and the quiet sound of silk rubbing on silk. He knew at that moment the rumors about her were true. She was willing to fuck to get what she wanted or needed. She may try to get by with doing less but if he was patient she would eventually give in and offer everything he wanted from her. Listening to her offer for domestic services and becoming his personal assistant had a certain appeal, but he shook his head mentally, no at least yet. But the massage, that held some promise. The question was foot or shoulders. He would prefer his shoulders, but there was an appeal to her on her knees rubbing his feet. Plus it would give him a better view down her blouse. Stepping away from the door and looking at her, "Well a massage would be a start I guess." Walking around his desk he sat in the high backed chair. From this position she would first have to come to him and second she would be unable to massage him from behind or be ale to sit and try and bring his feet into her lap. Either she would have to kneel and slip off his shoes to do his feet, or she would have to straddle his legs in that tight short skirt to rub his shoulders from the front and place her ample bosom right in his face. He just looked at her expectantly waiting. When she seemed to hesitate he started to get up again, "I don't have time for this. Perhaps we should be going after all." Dina regretted suggesting the massage offer but at least Marcel softened somewhat. She watched as he came around the desk and sat in a chair expectantly. She hesitated..." I don't have time for this. Perhaps we should be going. " He said, starting to get up." Oh, no please... give me a chance. " Dina protested and moved to kneel at his feet. Taking her time she removed both of his shoes before taking a foot in her hands and placing it her lap. Keeping her eyes downcast, Dina could not bare to look up at him. Her fingers began to work their magic and Dina was somewhat confident in her ability, although she preferred receiving rather than giving. The pretty brown haired temp was aware that in this position Marcel had a good view of her full creamy white breasts. Dina tried to concentrate on the task on hand and please him. Silently she prayed that the bastard didn't make a demand on her to remove her shirt and go topless... Looking down at Dina he reveled in the control he had at that moment. She was doing such a good job on his feet and felt some of his stress flowing away. As he relaxed though, and he watched her hands move over his feet he could not help but notice how her breasts moved under her top. They looked magnificent, and he wanted to reach out to take them in his hands." Help me get a little more comfortable would you." He left the words hanging in the air so that her mind could run with what he might want. "Take my socks off would you?" He could see her relief at his request even if she found it distasteful. Reluctantly she pulled his socks off. He loved how compliant she was. Maybe it was time to push a little further. "You should probably get a little more comfortable too. You were sitting in the sun for a while and looked a little hot. Why don't you take off your blouse while you are down there? The bustier too." " You should get a little more comfortable too. You were sitting in the sun for a while and look a little hot. Why don't you take off your blouse while you are down there? The bustier too. "Dina's mouth dropped open in surprise. Was this guy a mind reader or what ? She lifted her face to stare at him, trying to hold her temper back and not reveal her inner bitch. Dina was not about to remove her clothing for this conniving self-centered bastard..." Mr. Woods, I don't remember agreeing to go topless or was it part of any bargain. I refuse to feed your sic... I mean your fantasy of having a submissive topless temp to fuss over you, doing anything you wish all day. " Dina said calm but the anger in those deep brown her eyes gave her away. To be honest Dina knew that she did not have much bargaining power with Marcel, and that he held the upper hand... "Then I guess we are done, aren't we Dina?" He pulled his foot out of her hands and stood up. Because of how close they were and the abruptness of his motion it caused her to shift and fall back into a sitting position from her kneeling one. Her skirt riding up higher over her thighs and revealing the tops of her stockings. From where he stood he had a clear view down her blouse. If she scooted back he would have a view of her panties. If she tried to get back to a kneeling position it would place her face right next to his groin. Which he noted was visibly bulging his pants at this point. " Then I guess we are done, aren't we Dina ? ''Dina fell back when Marcel stood up, exposing her stocking tops. She had a feeling he would use his power over her and threaten with exposure. Dina remained in returnable position for a moment, debating her limited options... Realizing that she really had no other choice than to submit to his demands, Dina decided to give in. Trying to have some dignity she quickly assumed the kneeling position and noticed the bulge in his pants. The bastard was enjoying his dominance over her. To make matters even worse Dina realized that her panties were getting slightly damp, probably caused by her submissiveness in this situation. Dina was not used to being submissive or powerless..." No, please, wait Mr. Woods ! If that is what you wish..." She stated, unbuttoning her silk blouse. Dina kept her eyes cast downward, not wanting to acknowledge his apparent arousal. Removing the bustier, which pushed up her milky white breasts to appear more appealing took longer since the hooks in the front were much smaller. Once finished Dina folded her hands in her lap and waited... Dina breasts were gorgeous, and he could not help but stare at them. Having Dina on her knees in front of him and topless was more than he ever really imagined was likely to happen. It made it cock throb and strain with desire. Reaching out to her, he gently caressed one of those milky white breasts. Fingers ran over the flesh and could feel the flush growing at the touch. Feeling the weight in his palm as thumb rubbed the pink nipple." Unzip me." " Unzip me. "Dina couldn't believe her ears. Marcel taking advantage and was teasing her nipple at his leisure. She was not about to give in and show that it was having an effect upon her, no matter what. And now he wanted her to unzip his pants and free his hard stiff cock from its tight confines. Knowing she couldn't protest unless suffer the conferences, Dina whimpered and reached out to pull his zipper down, causing the bulge to thrust out through his underwear. The pretty temp couldn't help but be impressed at the size of his massive shaft. Marcel's big cock was huge and very hard..." What would you like me to do now sir ? ' Dina asked, already knowing what the answer would be... Continuing to play with her nipple he saw the subtle glint of pleasure in her eyes as the two small brown buds turned harder. Stepping back slightly he examined Dina again on her knees and topless, vulnerable. But not vulnerable enough yet." Take off your skirt." Dina couldn't hide her excitement as her body betrayed her. Her nipples grew stiff and hard under Marcel's touch. She hated the smug arrogant expression on his handsome face and the newfound power he had over her. Dina was helpless and at his mercy... There was no doubt Marcel was enjoying his position of power and dominance. His big thick cock was erect and ready, standing up at attention from his trousers." Take off your skirt. " He ordered. How far is he going to take this ? Dina asked herself. She had a feeling it was going to go as far as Marcel wanted it too. Knowing it was useless to protest, Dina stood up and unzipped her skirt. It fell to her feet and she stepped aside, resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands. The obedient temp posed before him now only in her damp panties, stockings and heels, awaiting his next demand... After taking in Dina's nearly naked form he reached out and touched her hip. Running his hand up and down her bare flesh. With hand on hip he turned her around and traced along the waist of her thong panties until fingertip found the top the string that went down into the crack of her ass. That finger did not find its way down between her cheeks but instead pulled the string up and out. Then hooking his finger around it, he uses that string to pull her panties down letting them drop free one down over the swell of her hips. Stepping closer and running both hands up Dina's belly to cup her breasts and pull her back against him. Hips pressed to hips, stiff erection pressing through his underwear against her naked ass. The smell of her hair was filling his nose as he stood there, and his heart beat sped up. He was not sure how they had got here, but he knew there would be no going back from this moment. Tomorrow may not present any chance to relive this, and he knew everything he wanted from Dina would need to be taken before they left this office. Pinching her nipples as he pressed against her from behind. "Reach back and pull my cock out Dina." " Reach out and pull my cock out Dina. "Marcel had already removed her panties and she knew he was aroused as his hard cock pressed against her backside. Without protest, Dina knew that it was useless anyway, she reached behind and removed his erect cock from his underwear. It was almost hot to the touch, big and stiff, throbbing with need. Dina stroked it slowly with skilled fingers. She was aware that her own nipples were hard and aching with desire and that her pussy was getting wet despite the situation. Was Marcel, a man she disliked, bringing out her inner submissive slut with his total control and domination over her, here in this office ? He did have a nice big cock. A lot of the men she was used too, were not as large as he was, thereby making them easy to control. As a matter of fact several of them liked to wear panties underneath their trousers. Dina doubted Marcel's prick would fit in a pair of silky delicate or would he be caught dead wearing a pair. No Bill was a no nonsense, confident dominate kind of man, she thought to herself. Dina stood there, stroking his manhood anticipating her next demand... Grabbing hold of his erect prick with one hand he slid its head up and down her wet pussy lips. Her juices slicking it, and he could feel her almost opening to him. But not yet. Once he felt her juices flowing down his shaft as he continued to rub the head against her pussy he stepped back." On your knees Dina." Without waiting a hand on her shoulder pressed her down while turning her to face him in the process. Looking down at this beautiful woman who he hated so much he smacked her on the lips with his cock. Then again on her right cheek and again her left. The thick shaft making a wet thud against her face. Leaving a trail of her nectar and his precut with each slap. The shock on her face at the first slap replaced by anger as it continued. When he saw her open her mouth to say something his free hand grabbed the back of her head and forced it forward. His other guides the head into her mouth and the combined action shoved him all the way to the back of Dina's throat." Not a word Dina. Just shut up." It was all he said before starting to face fuck his former boss. The only sound now was her occasional gagging and the sound of his balls lapping against her chin. God, how I hate him ! Dina thought as Marcel used her mouth like a common whore for his pleasure, shoving his cock down her throat. She struggled to control her breathing and maintain a certain amount of dignity. Marcel was not at all gentle. Dina fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes as she concentrated on the task on hand, and hoping not to displease him. The pretty brown haired temp resisted the urge to touch herself, not wanting Marcel to see that this was even slightly exciting her. Dina had to admit that Marcel had a nice big cock, and she couldn't help wondering how it would feel in her tight hot pussy. Dina knew deep down inside he wanted to humiliate her first, get his revenge for when she was his boss and took the credit for his ideas, rejected him and then had him dismissed... Why was she determined to please him ? Holding on to Dina's hair his hand tightened. As he watched his cock pumping into her throat he felt a powerful sense of satisfaction. This was the revenge he wanted, craved for so long. Pulling out of her mouth he pulled her up again. Turning her around and pressing her to his desk his hand slapped her round white butt. Seeing it flash red he slapped her other cheek. Suddenly Marcel pulled Dina to her feet and spun her around. Dina had a feeling what was coming... The first slap was not unexpected but caught Dina by surprise nevertheless. A gasp escaped her throat and she jumped up slightly in her heels. Another slap on her other cheek. Dina found being spanked so demeaning even as a little girl, and she was punished by her strict daddy. Now her new boss was showing off his power and dominance that he held over her. And Dina knew that she had to submit." Oh no please, Mr. Woods... I'm so, so sorry... I didn't mean to disappoint you... I will try to do better in the future but p-p- please don't spank me ! " Dina pleaded, realizing that Marcel was probably enjoying hearing her bag. She heard a click... click and hoped the bastard was taking pictures with his cell phone... Having picked up his cell from the desk that Dina was now pressed against he took a third picture of her red butt. The pleading tone in her voice was stronger than any aphrodisiac he could have imagined. Looking at that cherry red ass he could no longer wait. Squaring up behind her and grabbing his cock he pressed into her. He felt the slightest resistance from her pussy lips as his head pushed against it. When they finally parted, and he started to sink into her soft wet sex. Moving with purposeful slow motion it took over a minute to slide completely inside. As he did one hand laid between her shoulder blades pushing her down over the desk. The other hand held his phone and filmed that slow penetration."Oh, fuck yes." Dina was totally helpless as Marcel not only took her from behind but took several snapshots with his phone. She knew nothing she could say could prevent this from happening to her, Marcel held the upper hand. Dina had to admit, despite the situation, Marcel had a nice big cock. Truthfully, she preferred not as well-endowed men, they were so much easier to control and dominate. To make matters worse Marcel had to know that Dina was somewhat aroused by the way her pussy had betrayed itself. Marcel had bent her over the desk and easily slid his hard cock inside, meeting no resistance, into her hot and wet cunt. And now he was using her for his own pleasure, just like a common slut." Oh, fuck yes. " Marcel grunted, picking up the tempo." Oh, my... God. You are so big and hard, sir ! " Dina gasped, questioning herself on why she was complimenting his arrogant ego. God, she hated him for doing this to her ! If possible Dina would scratch his eyes out, but she knew that he was so much stronger than her. Dina closed her eyes and bit her tongue not wanting to give Marcel any more satisfaction. She also refused the urge to move her hips and meet his thrusts. This proved difficult because to be honest, his cock felt so damn good as he fucked her... Moving his hand from her back up to grab a fist full of hair and pull it back causing her to arch her back." You like this Dina? Your pussy was certainly wet enough you bitch." At the word bitch he slammed his cock all the way into her in on deep fast thrust. Pulling her hair harder and twisting his fist so that her face was turned back over her shoulder." Admit you like this dick Dina." " Admit you like this dick, Dina. " Marcel demanded, after slamming his big hard dick into her helpless pussy. He was totally dominating her, and she couldn't deny her excitement, her drenched pussy giving her away." Oh, God! yes...yes, I like your big cock...it feels so good ! Is that what you want to hear you arrogant bastard ? "She moved one of her stocking clad leg on top of the desk giving him easier access. He grunted and continued to thrust his large prick into her. Dina could only whimper and moan, realizing she was about to cum. The last thing she wanted was to give him the satisfaction of making her cream all over his nice cock ! Marcel was making Dina his very own private fuckboy, and deep down inside she was liking every minute of it... When she moved her leg up onto the desk he knew that no matter what she said she was enjoying this. She might not like herself after but at the moment she wanted to be fucked. Pulling her head back farther with one hand he reached around with the other to grab one full tit and squeeze it. The hard nipple pressed into his palm and he groped her." Beg to be fucked harder bitch. Beg to cum or I will stop." Each word was punctuated by a sharp deep thrust. " Beg to be fucked harder bitch. Beg to cum or I will stop. " Marcel snarled while pounding her pussy, pulling her hair and squeezing her tit cruelly. Dina bit her tongue not wanting to confess just how much she enjoyed being dominated and humiliated by him. But Dina didn't want him to stop fucking her from behind, she was about to cream all over his nice big dick..." Please sir...please don't stop fucking my pussy ! I'm begging you...oh God Naidoo...you are going to make me cum all over your cock ! "Dina tried, not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction, but couldn't hold back her orgasm. Marcel must have sensed it and buried his whole cock deep in her hot gushing pussy. She shuddered and spasmed all over his cock, screaming out in pure pleasure, not even caring if anyone heard her... She begged just as he wants. Furthermore, she pleaded for his pick and he felt his power. Sensing that she was on the edge one fast deep thrust and her pussy clenched around him. When she started to relax he pulled out completely and used the grip on her hair to pull her down to her knees. Holding Dina in place and stroking with the other it was only a few fast pumps before he came. Thick ropes of cum splashing on her face." Open your mouth." The command was almost unneeded. The first hit of cum had shocked her, and he felt Dina try to back up unsuccessfully due to the grip on her hair. When her mouth opened another shot hit her parted lips before falling in. As the shots ended Marcel rubbed the tip of his cock on Dina's face smearing the cum across her skin."Oh, fuck yes." To Dina's dismay the bastard had made her cream all over his nice cock. The man knew how to move and fuck a pussy...she didn't expect what happened next. Never, in Dina's entire life had she experienced a facial. Yes she wasn't a prude and swallowed a lover's cum, but she had never permitted a man to cum all over her face. Dina considered thus degrading and humiliating. Besides males always did her bidding, and she was in control. To make matters worse the arrogant prick actually wiped and smeared it on her face. Dina couldn't help but wonder what he planned to do next... God forbid if he took more pictures of her kneeling at his feet with sperm covering her pretty face. She wanted to wipe it off, but Dina didn't dare without Marcel's permission... While she still looked up at him in dismay he gripped his cock and shoved it into her mouth. Then grabbing his phone took several pictures of her there naked, kneeling, and covered in cum with a dick in her mouth." For later." Pulling out of her mouth he flipped to video." Say thank you for the orgasm and cumming on your face. Tell me how much you enjoyed pleasuring me." " Say thank you for the orgasm and cumming on your face. Tell me how much you enjoyed pleasuring me. " Marcel demanded while recording it on video. Ashamed and near tears, Dina found her last ounce of resolve and dignity," Never, you disgusting male excuse of a man. I hate your guts ! ''On the other hand Dina made no attempt to get up and leave and put an end to her humiliation, remaining on her hands and knees at her bosses feet... Grabbing hold of her hair again he pulled her head back, so her face was turned up at him. With a twist of his hips he slapped her in the face with his cock twice." Say it or find a new job." " Say it or find a new job. " Marcel demanded after slapping her face with his large wet member. Dina wished she was anywhere else but here. Marcel continued to humiliate her, enjoying every moment of her torment. But the pretty temp had no other choice but to comply with his wishes..." The–the thank you, sir...for making me orgasm and... and thank you for permitting me to serve you. " Dina responded wondering if her treatment could possibly get any worse.

Former Boss Submits (Closed for angelique127)|rating:2.0

Bride by rescue... or is it capture_ (LamentingQuill and Nathan Malreaux)

Eliana sobbed softly as the rickety cart rolled along down the dirt road, she could hear villagers shouting and yelling obscenities at her, though she could not see them due to the burlap bag placed over her head. She should have known her tender heart would get her into trouble one day, and now she was going to burn for it, all she had wanted to do was help that blind little girl. It had torn Eliana's heart to shreds after learning the little girl was blinded after her families hut had caught fire the previous summer. She had told the mother she could help her daughter and the mother must have assumed that Eliana meant to use some sort of herbal remedy or poultice, because when she had placed her hands over the little girl's eyes and summoned the golden healing light, the mother had shrieked at her horribly and then raced out of the home to summon the village guards. It didn't even matter that her daughter's eyes were now good as new, the only thing that mattered to them was that she had used magic and that was forbidden amongst them, which meant Eliana must burn. She had tried to beg and plead with them, she had sworn up and down that she would leave the village and never return, but they would not listen. They sneered at her about how she would just work her evil elsewhere if they left her go, so she would die in flames at the stake. Her heart stopped for a moment in her chest as the cart came to halt, she heard someone jump out from the front and then hands gripped her bound wrists and dragged her out the back, not even giving her a moment to get on her feet. The bag was ripped off her head and the sneers and yelling from the crowd gathered around the town square got louder, they glared at her with such hatred as she was dragged to the stake that had been placed up just for her.“Please do not do this!” Eliana pleaded desperately, her tears coming anew “Please, I would never harm anyone! Do not hurt me, I beg of you!”“Silence, witch!” The mayor snarled at her as he watched his guards push Eliana to walk up over the kindling and place her back against the pole “You will burn like the harlot of evil that you are!” Eliana sobbed heavily as they wrapped rope around her and tied her securely to the pole, she stared then with wide honey hued eyes as the mayor was handed a lit torch.“May you burn in hell for all eternity, witch!” The mayor snarled as he lit the bottom of the kindling, watching excitedly as the dry twigs and brush caught fire easily.“No, please!” Eliana begged, her eyes blinded by tears, she began to choke as the smoke got thicker and thicker, it invaded her lungs and made her struggle for breath. Sorrow and regret filled Eliana as her head began to swim from too much smoke, she regretted having been born with these abilities, and she regretted ever coming to this village after the death of her farmer father. One last tear glided down the mahogany haired beauty's face before she fainted just at the flames were dancing up towards her toes. Elsewhere, in a realm shrouded by mysticism and superstitions - mostly correct - three demonic brothers were watching this emotionally-charged scene with more interest than their kind usually warranted. The first, a tall, pale-skinned figure with burning coals for eyes, rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner. They had been waiting for a moment such as this for quite a long while. His two brothers, Nazareth and Keto, were just as motivated has he, Variant, was to exploit the opportunities present here, but Variant had felt that he alone possessed the mental aptitude to get all the pieces together." Pretty... very pretty brother. I like!" Larmanth rolled his burning eyes in annoyance, but kept his opinions to himself. Keto was rather simple-minded, his hellish focus being more on the side of brutish, animal-like domination of the souls in his keep. His appearance reflected as such, his scaly skin, wild-eyes, and branch-like horns making him look like some sort of insane lesser wood-demon... to which Variant still harbored doubts that their mother had remainedentirelyfaithful to their father. Keto served his purposes though... unlike their silent brother, Nazareth. Nazgarth had all the proper facilities to speak, but had never yet uttered a word from birth. His own powers rested in being able to take control over lesser creatures and move them like puppets against their will. An overall very terrifying figure, Variant had always felt that most of his competition in this upcoming battle of wills would come from Nazareth. Still, charm still had its own overwhelming benefits." Well? Shall we rescue this 'pretty' witch from her untimely demise?" Nazgarth nodded slowly, his hands folding in upon themselves as his knuckles crackled before he raised them up over the pool of water that served as their method of crying, and flexed his fingers suddenly, letting the tendrils of power thread their way down into the human realm. A moment later, Nazareth yanked his hands upwards, causing the whole room to tremble violently. Another moment, and suddenly the waters of the crying pool exploded mightily in an upward surge, and once the water settled, the demons found themselves looking upon an unconscious, very attractive, slim human woman with long wavy brunette hair. Her white dress was soaked, her attractive curves showing through in a most alluring fashion which all three brothers found stirred their lusts mightily. Oh yes, their brother had chosen well. Very well indeed." Nazgarth, take our guest to her room. We shall begin our contest for her soul once she awakens." Nazgarth didn't bother to show he understood, but complied anyway, taking their 'guest' to the fully dressed and luxurious bedroom that had been waiting for a very long time for this moment. During her stay, young Eliana would want for nothing in this room, food and other necessities magically prepared to be self-sustaining and to appear as her needs to be required. The only exception would be her need for freedom. On that count, escape from the room would be impossible as far as the combined powers of three demon brothers would have to say about that. A groan slipped past Eliana's lips as she began to rouse from her state of unconsciousness, she could tell already that she was going to have a little bit of a headache to contend with, perhaps it was best to just sleep in a while longer... She rolled over her stomach and snuggled into the softness of the bedding and that, was when everything came rushing back to her, everything that had happened in the village... Flipping back over and sitting upright faster than one could count to two, Eliana's eyes flew open to take in her new surroundings, a large room decorated in black and garnet red, dimly lit from tall candelabras here and there about the room. The bed she lay upon now was a grand four-poster masterpiece draped in black silk, where the hell was she? She remembered being tied to that stake... she remembered the heat of the flames as they spread closer and closer to her across the kindling... Had someone rescued her? Looking down at herself then as she felt someone silky slid across her skin, she noticed that the coarse white gotten dress she'd been wearing before was gone, and instead she wore what looked like a noblewoman's nightgown of black silk, it fit her like a glove and yet still allowed plenty of movement... had her rescuer given her this? A panic filled the young woman then, if her rescuer had been a man... had he seen her naked in the process of changing her? Well, if he had, it was obvious that he had not taken advantage of her as there was no aching between her virgin thighs. Eliana tossed her legs over the edge of the bed until her feet touched the coolness of the stone, she wobbled a little bit as she stood on her feet, it was obvious she was still a little dizzy from the smoke inhalation from the fire, that would pass after a while. What concerned her the most now was finding out whom had saved her life and thank them, then she had to figure out where she was going to go and how she was going to support herself, there was no relying on her father's farmland anymore after what happened. Leaning against the bedpost, Eliana cursed at herself for the sheer stupidity of what she'd done at the village, she should have known they would react like that, but... how could she have just turned her back on that suffering little girl...“I couldn't...” Eliana murmured allowed “How anyone could turn their backs to a suffering child is beyond me... I suppose I dug my own grave with my kindness...” "Onecouldsay that..." Larmanth had appeared out of thin air, seated at the bountiful table. He reached out with a very fair-skinned alabaster hand to pick up an apple and a bit into it, the juices slurping out of the corners of his mouth. He was dressed in a silky white robe that rested loosely around his shoulders, and had decided against any kind of shoes, his bare feet revealing sharp elongated toenails that might as well have been claws. There was no mistaking he was a demon, even though Variant personally thought his appearance was more handsome or beautiful than other demons... especially compared to his brothers." But then again, you wouldn't have ended up here in the process, would you, my fair witch?" Larmanth knew his presence was going to send Eliana into a panic-stricken frenzy of fear, but what was the point of gradually introducing her to the new life she was now unable to escape from? Eying the young girl as she reacted to his demonic appearance, he sighed and put the apple down, which was now curling up and withering away at an alarming rate." Oh, stop that. You are safe... for the moment. Will you allow me to at least introduce myself before you try anything foolish?" "But then again, you wouldn't have ended up here in the process, would you, my fair witch?" Eliana looked up at the voice and let out a soft cry when she saw the white skinned demonic looking male seated at the table, a table that had priorly had no one seated there. He held an apple and a bit into it, apple juices running down the side of his mouth. As she clung to the bedpost, she studied him further, he has worn white silken robes and between his horns hovered a tiny little flame that looked like it belonged on a candle wick... oh no... had she been rescued by a demon? What did he want with her?" Oh, stop that. You are safe... for the moment. Will you allow me to at least introduce myself before you try anything foolish?" Taking a few extra precautionary steps back, Eliana eyed him warily “I am not a witch! I might have healing powers, but I am no witch! I hate that awful word, the villagers screamed it at me the whole way to the stake!” Her shoulders slumped as she realized the stupidity of yelling at a demon, not the wisest thing to do given their vengeful reputation “Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to yell, I just... hate that word. Did you save me? I am grateful, I do not how I can ever repay you. My name is Eliana, what is yours?” “Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to yell, I just... hate that word. Did you save me? I am grateful, I do not how I can ever repay you. My name is Eliana, what is yours?” Larmanth chuckled at her sudden change of tone, and slowly stood up, focusing his intense burning gaze right into Eliana's eyes." I know who you are, Eliana West cliff. You may not claim to be a witch, but a witch you certainly are. As was your mother, and your grandmother, and all the way back for a dozen generations of quite powerful witches." As he spoke, the demon slowly strode forward, never breaking eye-contact, until he was close enough to reach out and touch her face if he wanted to. Pausing, he inclined his head slightly as he gave her body a very obvious, and lustful, dressing-down with his eyes. Eyes that seemed to glow brighter as his inner lusts intensified. But now was not the time... certainly not. Variant returned his gaze to her eyes and raised his hands up as if to present himself to her." I am the demon, Variant. Brother to the demons Nazareth, and Keto. We are your hosts here, and your every need will be met without restriction... baring, of course, your freedom. That is beyond your reach now. But I suppose your mortal mind is struggling to understandwhyexactly you have been brought here?" Eliana stared at the demon with a wary honey brown gaze, listening to all he said as her head began to spin, she took a few unbalanced steps towards the bed and sat down. There were witches in her family? What got her attention most was when this demon called Variant informed her that she would be well taken care of and given all she desired... aside from her freedom...“I most definitely am curious about what makes you think you can hold me here against my will, I am grateful for my life and for the generosity you offer, but... why do you wish to keep me here? Forgive me if I find it hard to believe that it merely out of concern for my safety, I am not so naïve as to believe that...” It was true that she had no idea where on earth she would go after this or how she would feed herself, but she preferred that her destiny was her own to determine, she would submit to no ones will other than her own.“So tell me...” Eliana probed, fixing him with an intense stare “So tell me, what is it you want with me?” Variant ignored her overconfident, subtle claim that she could escape. It was amusing, but it would have been a waste of breath to demonstrate it. She would figure it out sooner or later.“So tell me, what is it you want with me?”" Ah... now we get to the crux of the matter." Variant folded his hands together, fingers interlocked... and a gentle, not-so-nice smirk spread across his black lips. "My brothers and I are all competing for a rather illustrious position in the ranks of our kind. Our Black Father does enjoy making his minions fight for his favor after all... but the actual requirement for this position is for one of us to marry a human witch, and eventually sire a half-human son who will obviously wreak havoc and destruction upon your world." He grinned and shrugged lightly before reaching out to gentle stroke Eliana's cheek." The witch we are competing for her favor... is you, my dear. You have a month to decide between the three of us, and we will all be visiting you regularly. I would highly advise you pick me, and soon however... I am afraid my brothers will attempt to cheat by forcing an impregnation upon you. They don't have my gentleness or charm." Listening to the demon's explanation of her presence here, Eliana felt a swirling mixture of rage and fear in her breast, they seriously believed they could force her to marry one of them and have a half demon baby? The sheer audacity! Eliana glared at the alabaster skinned demon and swatted his hand away when he had the nerve to touch even her cheek, she would not be giving her innocence to any one of these demons!“I will be choosing no one!” Eliana declared passionately, her brows furrowed angrily “If you truly are the most decent of your brother's, then you will assist me in leaving here! Please, Variant... I am an innocent virgin... I am not ready for any of this...” She was absolutely terrified, from the sounds of what Variant said, his brothers would try to force her to marry one of them by getting her pregnant... but... then again... how would they know whose baby it was? She supposed it didn't matter, she did not intend to be here long enough too meet either of his brothers. The reaction was expected, and Variant had no issue with her belligerent attitude about her situation. He was even amused when she tried telefilm for help, stopping just short of asking for help to escape, but it was how it was, and Variant was still a demon through and through, regardless of how courteous he was being towards her." Beg all you want, but your fate is unavoidable. I will say this however; Once my brothers get their hands on you, it will be a game of chance from there on out. Dwell onthatwhen you see my brothers. I assure you, you will not enjoy the prospects." Glancing off into the distance as if he could hear something she could not, Variant sighed and then looked back at his captive. "I must adjourn for the time being. My brother Keto will be seeing you next shortly. If you wish to avoid his clutches, I suggest you try to appeal to his simple-minded nature. Even then..." Trailing off and leaving the ending of his alarming statement unfinished, Variant shrugged in a sympathetic manner before disappearing in a cloud of white smoke, leaving Eliana all alone. Eliana sat there on the bed with an ominous feeling brewing in her heart, Variant's warning about his brother Keto hanging thick in the air, would he really try to force himself on her so soon?“No... no...” Eliana comforted herself “He had to be lying, he was just trying to scare me, so I would be likely to choose him... yes... that had to be it...” She wrapped her arms around herself as she sighed heavily, what a terrible day... First the villagers tried to kill her, and she was rescued by demons, only to find herself held against her will and forced to choose herself a demonic husband... and... have his offspring...“This cannot be happening...” Eliana groaned, getting to her feet and moving towards the window, gazing out at the castle grounds below “I was always a good person, I never did anything to hurt anyone, so... why me?” Because sometimes that's just the way things are, little witch. Larmanth kept the silent thought to himself, as he strode his way through the vapors of the demonic realm towards the unrelated duties that required his attention. Variant saw the world and all of its interconnections in a very calculating light. Percentages, probabilities, estimations were child's play to him, one area where his brothers had a decided lack of interest in pursuing. Hence, Variant's confidence that in the end, he stood a good chance in succeeding. Not to mention, a few other cards he had up his sleeve would prove to be quite the annoyance for his brothers.-- Roughly 10 Minutes Later --Back in Eliana's 'guestroom', unbeknownst to her, tucked away in a dark shadowy corner of the ceiling, a pair of maniacal yellow eyes watched the young witch intently. Oh, he solovedstalking prey! Loved watching them move around, unaware of his presence... unaware of how close he really was... and then the moment when their senses would prick up, and they would look around nervously, feeling his eyes upon them... Oh, it was so... so...satisfying! Eliana stood by the window, gazing out below and pondering how she might be able to try and escape, it would definitely help if she knew the layout of the castle... perhaps she could weasel the white skinned demon into giving her a tour... In her musings, the beautiful brunette had not been aware of the additional presence in the room... until now... when an ominous sensation crept down her spine and caused a shiver to run through her, there was someone here... She turned around and there in their shadows, her honey eyes met with a pair of wild lustful yellow ones, a gasp tore from Eliana, and she moved behind one of the bed's posters as if to seek some sort of barrier between them. Keto... this had to be the brother Variant mentioned before leaving...“Come out of the shadows where I can see you...” Eliana demanded, trying to not appear afraid “If you intend to court me, shouldn't you introduce yourself to me properly? Your brother told me your name, but I'd like to hear it from you The eyes blinked and moved forward just enough to highlight the scaly face and toothy grin." Soooo clever you think you are, little witch, trying to get Keto to name himself... Hehehehe! Won't work! Names have no power here, no, no no!" The maniacal chuckle was nerve-gratingly off-tune, which fit very well into the nonsensible manner of speaking that Keto was pretty much born with. Suddenly leaping forward with inhuman speed, Keto grabbed onto Eliana's arms clinging to the poster and stared at her right into her eyes, his face no more than a few inches apart from her own." So pretty... Eliana will marry Keto. Forget his brothers! Not interesting! Keto fun, will give you loads of interesting things, yes?" Eyes glittering hopefully, Keto let one hand slide down Eliana's side, groping her slim waist through the black silk that was her only protection in this dangerous moment. Her first instinct was to slap the demon and tell him never to touch her again, but she remembered what Variant had said, that her only way to avoid Keto's clutches, was to basically take advantage of his simple way of thinking." So pretty... Eliana will marry Keto. Forget his brothers! Not interesting! Keto fun, will give you loads of interesting things, yes?" Eliana chuckled gently, trying her best to keep fear from entering her voice, even though the poor girl was absolutely terrified “Well Keto, as... tempting... as that sounds... you need to prove yourself to me first over this month... you see, if we will marry and have babies, I need to see for myself that you are strong and clever enough to take care of a wife and children, understand? I want you to show me what Keto can truly be as a husband, prove to me that I should choose you over your brothers...” If there was one thing she knew, men of any species loved to have theirs egos stroked “I need a real man to take care of me and my future children, show me over this month that you can be what I want and need” She eased away from the hand that caressed her waist, she fought hard to keep her legs from quivering beneath her as she looked into his face, he had a visage that would make most women faint right on the spot from shock.”I'll be watching very closely this month, Keto...” Eliana promised, winking suggestively at him “Being the... impressive... specimen that you are... I am sure at the end of the month, I will have no trouble choosing you over your brothers...” “Well Keto, as... tempting... as that sounds... you need to prove yourself to me first over this month... you see, if we will marry and have babies, I need to see for myself that you are strong and clever enough to take care of a wife and children, understand? I want you to show me what Keto can truly be as a husband, prove to me that I should choose you over your brothers...” Keto's eager face quickly fell into a frown at her words, but he listened, his slotted yellow eyes watching Eliana very, veryclosely as she continued to sea the soft words to him.“Being the... impressive... specimen that you are... I am sure at the end of the month, I will have no trouble choosing you over your brothers...” Keto cocked his head, his eyes narrowing further just for a second before a big, wide grin broke out across his face and stepped forward suddenly and reached out to grab her. "Then pretty Eliana don't have to wait to choose! You choose me now! Yes, yes yes, I win, I win!" His clutching claws managed to grab onto the silky dress, and he yanked back, trying to pull her closer to him and his barely clothed form, desperately wanting - no, needing- to bend her over the bed and fuck the living daylights out of her! It had been so long since he had enjoyed a pretty human female, so long! “Hold on, Keto...” Eliana cooed to him, though inside she was shaking like a leaf “Rules are rules, and we must follow them... Silly things they are, those silly rules, but there they are... we will wait, dear Keto, we will wait, and you will prove to and both of your brothers that you deserve me more than they do. Don't you want to rub it in their faces at the end of the month, that you were victorious no matter what they tried to do to swing things in their favor? I am sure you can do it, I know you can. So show me the measure of what Keto is worth, let me see over this month why I should choose you...” She could only hope he would take the bait, she did not wish to be raped by this hideous demon, she did not wish to be impregnated by his demon spawn before she'd had the chance to escape or even meet the last remaining brother “It will be so much fun at the end of the month, mocking them together... making it abundantly clear to them that you ere the superior brother, don't you think so?” Keto's claws twitched as Eliana's words struck a cord deep inside him. Hedidenjoy that little mental image... but she was so close! He could feel her warm, soft skin pressing against his knuckles where his claws had ripped holes in her dress. Several good tugs, and she would be naked and vulnerable at his feet, unable to resist him, to hold him back... Keto growled and shut his eyes tightly as his mind fought against itself." Hard... so hard... Keto wants brothers to suffer! But... so warm, so soft..." Keto opened his eyes again, and there was an element of pleading deep down behind the insanity, almost as if he was silentlybeggingher to allow him to dominate her, to rut with her not-so-dissimilarity from a dog fucking his bitch in heat. But that allowance never came, and Keto sighed heavily, and reluctantly unclenched his claws very slowly and backed up. He sighed again, but then looked up at Eliana with a startlingly intense gaze as he raised a single finger to point at her." Mark my words, Eliana... Chillwave you!" And just as suddenly as the brief window of terrifying sanity had appeared, it vanished. Keto tilted his head back, and laughed violently before turning and scampering off into the shadows from where he had first appeared, vanishing into them as if he had never existed.--Elsewhere--Larmanth smiled darkly as he observed the scene through a one-way 'window' into the room. Eliana was smarter than she appeared, the utilization of his advice had worked extraordinarily well. Maybe there was hope after all... She jumped a little in shock as he raised a finger to point at her with a frighteningly intense gaze, but at least he had put some distance between them." Mark my words, Eliana... I will have you!" He scampered off then into the shadows and vanished, did the these idiots have any idea how to use a door? She was seriously beginning to wonder.“Thank the gods, that was close!” Eliana exclaimed with a heavy sigh, sitting down on the bed to catch her breath that she'd been holding almost the entire time “He was so close to forcing himself on me, this is not going to be good, I doubt I am going to be able to manipulate him like that again... unless he really is as stupid as he looks... Variant will be difficult maneuvering around and the final brother, I do not yet know what to expect from him...” Eliana groaned and laid back on the bed, this was going to be a very long month if she could not find a way to escape from here, it would be a miracle if she did escape that she would do so with her virginity intact.“Some girls get respectable farmers or merchants that pursue them, but me? I get demons, talk about getting the short end of the stick...” Variant watched Keto scamper off towards the section of Hell that housed the lost souls of whores. Predictable, given Keto's very excitable nature. However... Variant's eyes grew concerned as his other brother, Nazareth, drew close to Eliana's room. This would be one situation she would have an extremely hard time getting out of. Nazareth listened to no one, was far too intelligent to have mind games played on him, and could have Eliana dancing lewdly and naked as much as he desired once he laid eyes on her. Still though... Variant wondered.--In the Bedroom--It started as screams, softly at first, but slowly rising and gaining volume. The screams were then joined with unearthly howls, until the dissonant symphony of pain and agony was close to being unbearable. Smoke began to curl up from underneath the door frame, floating along the floor until the whole bedroom had taken a much darker shade. And then, and only then, did the doors finally open, and all the shrieks and howls came to an abrupt halt as the terrifying form of Nazareth stood present in the doorway. His dark, black eyes narrowed in on Eliana as the doors shut back behind him, and he raised a hand towards her, palm open and faced upwards... and then beckoned, as if to say to her...come closer... closer... closer... “What in the stars name!” Eliana exclaimed as the sounds began to pour in beneath the door, she was up and off the bed in a nothing short of three seconds, her hands clamped over her ears and her body backing up towards the window as if trying to retreat.Then, when the sounds became almost too intense, the door flew open and the terrible sounds came to an immediate stop. She looked up towards the now opened door to see a demon with long horns that reached out as if seeking her, he extended an open hand toward her, but she shook her head and remained where she was.“Oh no, I was nearly already mauled by your brother, Keto... I am not so foolish as to just up and trust that taking your hand will have no unpleasant results...” Eliana eyed the demon cautiously, studying his every movement in cast she needed to dodge him in the even of any attempted assaults upon her “Why don't you just introduce yourself, hm?” Nazareth's eyes narrowed, and suddenly clenched his beckoning hand into a fist, drawing the lines of power around Eliana and letting her feel the pull of his influence.come... here! Nazgarth was not a patient demon, which was understandable given his incredible power to control his surroundings and underlings. He had gotten accustomed to getting whatever he wanted, exactly how he wanted, and whenever he wanted. And one uppity witch wasnotgoing to give him lip. Eliana saw his eyes narrow, and instantly she felt a feeling of dread settle in her stomach, she got the feeling that this particular demon was not at all accustomed to not getting precisely what he wanted, she opened her mouth to try and call out to Lama nth in hopes that the alabaster demon might aid her... but this demon, Nazareth... obviously had other ideas. His hand clenched into a fist, and she suddenly felt her whole body thrust forward violently by some unseen force, right into the demon's chest... Nazareth smiled cruelly as he wrapped a strong arm around Eliana, and locked her into place, freezing her motor control as to make her unable to struggle or attempt to get out of his embrace. Flexing his free hand, he then ran it down the front of her dress, freely groping her ample breasts, squeezing and rolling them around without a care for her sense of mortification. After a few moments of that, Nazareth's eyes then slid lower down her body, down to where her dress dipped into a callow between her quivering legs. He glanced back up at Eliana's terrified face and smirked, his intention fully evident in his eyes as his groping hand started to slide down her dress... lower... lower... She felt her entire world closing in as he wrapped an arm around her like an iron band, his free hand came up to grope her bountiful breasts, squeezing them as if he were testing them for ripeness.“What are you doing?!” Eliana exclaimed in horror, she wanted to fight back, but her body just wouldn't move even a little bit “Stop! Let me go!” As if things couldn't get any worse, he gave her a smirk then that worried her, she was forced to watch then in sheer terror as his hand drifted further and further down her body until it reach the space between her thighs, at least the silk of the nightgown reached the floor and gave a barrier, regardless of how sheer.“I'll choose Variant right now if you do not stop!” Eliana warned him, tears of fear bubbling beneath her eyes “I am warning you!” “I'll choose Variant right now if you do not stop! I am warning you!” Nazgarth gave her an annoyed look, and raised his hand momentarily to 'clamp' her mouth shut, preventing her from verbally following through on that threat. After checking to be sure her mouth wouldn't be any trouble, Nazareth then extended one very sharp fingernail and ran it down the front of her dress, finishing the undressing and tears in it that Keto had started. A brief moment later, and Eliana's silk dress fluttered down around her feet, leaving her completely exposed. Nazgarth smirked in approval as he took in her entire, curvy, well-endowed form, raising up a hand over her body like a puppeteer controlling his doll as he walked around her, taking in every angle possible. A moment later, he then meandered over to the couch and sat himself down, and looked at the frozen figure watching him with terror. He raised a hand, and slowly spun his fingers...dance... dance for me... A tear fell down her cheek as she stood there frozen in place, her voice disabled completely to stop her from putting an end to his sadistic assault. She watched with a trembling heart then as he lifted a hand and spun it around in circle, in moments her body was sashaying her hips on its own accord, her shoulders soon followed suit and then her entire body was moving rhythmically in a seductive sway, her breasts jiggling a little here and there as she moved.' Larmanth... help me...' Eliana thought to herself, unable to speak aloud and wishing more than ever that she'd heeded the alabaster demon's warning'I am so frightened...' Her nightmare apparently was not over as her body sensually sashayed its way over to where the demon lounged on the sofa, her feet on either side of his legs as she sashayed her hips, wafting her untouched flower beneath his nose. Another tear fell down her cheek as she prayed for it all to stop, this was far worse than what the demon Keto had intended to do with her, what Nazareth was doing was just cruel. Satisfied his hold was secure, Nazareth settled into enjoying this plump piece of ass with all the sadistic charm of a silent demon. Leaning forward slightly, he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of her womanhood. It was exotic, and alluring with its tempting virginity. Nazgarth leaned back down and gave his fingers another twirl, pushing Eliana to move even more seductively, even more like a whore who needed to get fucked. It was the ultimate humiliation, he knew from the look of utter embarrassment and horror on her face. It was so sweet, so thrilling... Even Variant, watching from a distance through his 'looking glass', found himself stirring with dark desires. He was still a demon after all... Eliana saw him twirl his hand yet again, and she knew what to follow was not going to be good, then in the blink of an eye, she dropped to straddle his lap. Horrified, Eliana had to watch as her body lifted just a little and proceeded to give him a lap dance, gyrating over his groin in a way that was mean to sensually torment men. It was when she lowered a bit to feel the bulge in his pants press against her that something in her snapped, she could suddenly move again, and she'd bet she could speak again as well. She was off of him before he had even a split second of a chance to grab her, Eliana was quick to put some good distance between then as she quickly scooped a silk sheet from the bed and wrapped herself in it.“I don't know what the hell you did to me, but don't you ever do it again!” She seethed at Nazareth “Variant, I know you are watching, you are in serious trouble for not aiding me! You are no better than your brothers!” Nazareth smiled wryly at her attempt to prod Variant into coming to her aid. That simply was not in the bargain they had made over her. But as it went, her little surprise disconnect from his power had to be discouraged. Remaining in his casual seated position, Nazareth raised his hand again, this time curled up like a viscous claw, and clenched his fingers together as soon as he felt his power connect together around all of her limbs... and her jaw, yet again, just as an added measurement of control. As she stiffened from the resurgence of power threading into her veins, Nazareth idly thought to himself as to what exactly he would make her do next... and then nodded as it came to him. Pushing his hand down, he forced her to her knees, and then her hands as well, putting her on all fours. Another twirl, and he had her crawling on her knees towards him, making her sway her hips so seductively. Once she was kneeling right in front of him, her struggling eyes facing right at him, he smirked and gestured to his lap, making the obvious point as to what she was going to be doing next. Show me what that mouth can do... “Oh gods, no...” Eliana whimpered as he hands came up on their own accord to unlace his pants, reaching in then to withdraw his cock. A tear slid down her cheek as she felt her head move on its own down towards the cock, her mouth opening to take the head inside, her pink little tongue licked small little circles all over the head, stopping only to give a few little sucks sometimes. She relished in the breath she was finally allowed to take when her mouth released the cock's head, but her relief did not last for long as it was obvious that this was far from over, her head then drifted down towards his balls and began to lick up and down the stiffened cock from base to head repeatedly. It was only a few minutes before she was released from this control, but it seemed like an eternity to Eliana, her body however unlike her head refused to budge from where it was.“Please...” Eliana pleaded “No more...” He reached forth and grabbed her chin with his fingers, and forced her to look right at him. The god-awful smirk on his face said it all, you know better than that...and he leaned back again, lounging comfortably as he placed his hand on her head on a very dominating manner, and used his power to direct her head down... very far down... his cock, compelling her to take it all in as much as was possible. He shifted, and groaned slightly, the first audible sounds he made thus far. He was done playing games, Nazareth was a demon with hosts of imps and lesser demons at his command. Furthermore, he had taken humans by the thousands, and never yet had anything to answer for. One petty human witch was not going to give him trouble. After a few minutes of forced deep throat fucking, Nazareth grabbed her hair in a stiff grip and stood up, and pushed her face first over the couch so that her ass was arched high up in the air. Locking her body into place, Nazareth decided to allow her mouth to be free to protest or groan in pleasure... depending on her. He positioned himself, rubbing his head of his cock up and down her labia lips, and once he felt it settle into to hallow of her fuck hole... he shoved himself forward until he found himself against her virginity. He chuckled, and pushed again, harder... and groaned again as he felt her snap before his mighty thrust. Tears streaked down her face the entire time the demon forced her to do this heinous act, she cried out in pain when grabbed her hair in a stiff grip to pull her face off his cock and force her to bend over the sofa, it took her a few minutes to figure out what he was doing... when he lined the head of his cock up with the entrance of her flower.“New!” Eliana cried out, however still unable to move, she was helpless to stop him as he shoves himself inside her with a single care for her discomfort “Please no! Don't defile me, please!” He did not seem to hear her or perhaps just did not care, she heard him chuckle, and then he thrust hard the rest of the way in, piercing roughly through her virginity. The warning Variant had issued was still fresh in her mind, the demons were so eager to fuck her for the purpose of impregnating her and forcing her choice of a mate, her heart swelled with panic at the idea of this cruel demon planting a child inside her... forcing her to spend eternity as his wife...“New! I don't want this, I do not want you!” Eliana screamed, her emotions raging an inferno of terror and anger inside her chest “It will not be you!!!” Something happened then at that moment, that moment of sheer determination to save herself, a burst of golden light erupted from her body and sent Nazareth spiraling backwards across the room, Eliana then found herself able to move and wasted no time in getting out of that vulnerable position. Her lower half hurt and throbbed, she imagined it would be much worse if Nazareth had been allowed to continue, but what had happened? Had she created the golden light? But how?“Get out! I want to see Variant right now!” Eliana snarled at him, reaching for a throw blanket that was on the sofa to cover her nudity “I will not be your victim! Variant!”

Bride by rescue... or is it capture_ (LamentingQuill and Nathan Malreaux)|rating:3.0

A Simple Hike in the Woods

Aaron looked at the tree in front of him. It was green, and the one beside that one was shorter than it. He blinked, then he looked at the trail, turning his head to see all the way to the end. It was going to be a long hike, but he didn't mind. He had to walk away whatever was on his mind. It had been awhile since she'd walked this path, but it was nice to be out in the fresh air again. It was nice to just be walking without a care in the world. No thinking for her--not now. Just take in life and appreciate the beauty of life around her. The wind played with her hair and rustled the light material of her slightly baggy brown Capri. Her soft green shirt was just loose enough to be comfortable, but still tailored enough to fit well. She looked good and felt good and that was enough for her. Aaron took a moment to look at the ground. Strange how he was looking up at the trees earlier, but now he was staring at the dirt. He lifted one foot up and let it settle on the broken path. It was a first step. A simple step. Then he followed through with the other foot, completing his movement. The weight of his pack did not bother him at all. He just wanted to start walking again. The years spent sitting in his cubicle was suffocating to say the least. Day walked along, her light brown hair tied back to keep it from obscuring her view. The ponytail swung as she walked along the trail, coming up behind a man with a pack. He seemed a bit distracted. Curious, she stayed a little ways back, watching him. What was he up to? Or was he just taking his time? Whatever he was doing, she was interested to know who he was. Well, it seemed as though it would happen. There would be someone sharing the trail with him, and he'd have to give in and say, 'hi'. Aaron broke out of his trance and turned around when he heard the footsteps. There was a female with brown hair held up in a ponytail standing behind him. He swallowed, then smiled, running his hands over his black hair which had been cut the week earlier. He tipped the barber 2 dollars, but he felt guilty about it. When he still had his job, he usually tipped 3." Hi," he said. He put up a flat hand and waved, slowly. He noticed she was wearing Capri. Furthermore, he liked those things and felt that they looked cute on a girl. Unfortunately, he had on old Lee jeans which were faded blue. He somehow wasn't feeling so hip, but hopefully his tight, white shirt made an impression. Oh, now he was getting self-conscious! He was supposed to turn off his brain and walk. Things always seemed to get complicated. Her rich brown eyes took him in as he turned to face her. Well, maybe she wasn't quite as stealthy as she thought, but she supposed there wasn't really a need to be. She smiled, a little embarrassed and waved back at him. He was cute--short black hair, jeans that fit him just right, and a nice shirt. He looked a little uncomfortable, but not because of his clothes. Had she been looking for a man, he would definitely have been a candidate. After all, he had a nice body and a nicer smile. She wondered if he was sizing her up as well. Her figure looked great today. She wasn't the chestiest of girls, but her breasts were fairly impressive, and she had some curves. They were downplayed a little today, but that was fine with her. So she kept walking, her legs eating up the ground, her feet clad in beaten hiking boots. "Hi there. Nice day," she said, looking up. It was sort of a testament to the day itself, but it was also an out, if he so chose to use it. Aaron seemed taken back when he noticed she was rather...never mind. He did feel uncomfortable. He did not expect to find anyone on this trail since he had planned on hiking alone today. Furthermore, he didn't know what to say in order to follow up her response, so he simply smiled and waited for her to pass him by. It was then he realized that this trail snaked for miles into the wilderness, and if he was going to continue after her, he was going to be sharing this dirt road with her for a while. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was a wrench thrown into the cog. Come to think of it, Aaron had been a cog at some point. His friend didn't like him referring to it that way. It probably made him feel like a tool, which Aaron would admit, he felt that his friendwasto some degree. The skywasnice though. He squinted as he looked up at the bright blue sky. His dark hair was short, barely brushing his ears, but relatively clean-cut. It wasn't long enough to be parted anywhere. He also hadn't shaved in a day, so he had that six o'clock shadow going on. He kept his gaze far on ahead behind her, looking to see if she was being followed. Looked like there was nobody around. Well, now the whole situation was awkward. It was pretty obvious that he'd come up by himself so he could be alone. She didn't mind company, especially someone so cute, but he might not like her around. He might not think she was as cute either, which would put a damper on things. Oh, well." Well, I guess there's just two of us...if you'd rather I didn't distract you I can give you a head start?" she offered, shrugging. Day didn't mind waiting. She could always just sit and read for a little while--she'd brought a book in anticipation of a quiet space where she could lose herself. This seemed as good a place as any if he really wanted privacy. It was pretty awkward, and now it was getting more so. "No, no," he said, shaking his head. "After you, I insist." Upon closer inspection, he found her quite attractive--I mean, he thought so when he first laid eyes on her, but having a better look only confirmed that. Which was most likely why he was acting so strange right now. It wasn't exactly in his itinerary to find a young cute girl hiking alone on this trail. He simply wanted to get away from it all. The long, grueling hours spent with his eyes glazed in front of a computer monitor. The Fortune 500 company was a perk, but the fact that he was paid to literally do nothing all day just made him...apathetic. She wasn't exactly sure why he was being so awkward about it. A woman had to be cautious about the people she let close to her--plenty of weirdos in the world that made pretty young things disappear. But for some reason, he didn't seem terribly dangerous. If he'd really wanted to, he could have done something already. And it seemed she'd caught him unaware anyway. So she figured it was okay. Not like she didn't have her cell and a pocket knife." Well, if you really want me to go ahead, I suppose I can. Or we could do a risky thing like walking together?" she suggested, curious to know more about him. He burst out laughing. Then after he realized he was showing some emotion, he cut his outburst short. "I'm uh...sorry," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. As though he didn't find this girl appealing enough, her quirkiness seemed to tickle him...in a good way. "I just thought what you just said was funny. I haven't laughed like that in a while." It was true. Aaron had trouble remembering when he last laughed like that. It must have been a long time ago, when the world seemed to be more stable, and tomorrow was a day to look forward to. Not the incessant, whirling pattern of Same Shit, Different Day that seemed to whirl around and around and around and around and around and around and around until he wanted to shoot himself. Nope, it wasn't. He waited for her, keeping his gaze so that he didn't make her feel uncomfortable, in which he was sure he was failing miserably at. "My name is Aaron by the way," he said, taking steps backward, maintaining a pace that would ensure they would walk alongside each other. "Let me take a gander that your name starts with an 'A' as well?" He had a strong hunch that her name was Amy or Annalise or something along those lines. She seemed like an Anna or maybe even Anastasia. Her dark hair seemed to point his mind in that direction. He kicked away a pebble in his heel; he felt it roll off his sandals. So his name was Aaron. Well, wasn't he interesting? She hadn't thought what she'd said earlier was particularly funny, but she smiled when he started laughing...and then was confused when he cut himself off. Well, if you're going to laugh, may as well just do it, right? She shrugged and adjusted the smaller backpack she was wearing and watched him try to keep his eyes somewhere. How curious..." It's nice to meet you Aaron. But you'd be wrong about my name. Want to guess again? Or should I just tell you?" she teased, wondering what it was that seemed to have him down. Well, that was a surprise. Life always seemed to be full of them. It wasn't like the movies where a chance encounter with two people of the opposite sex results in a perfect match where anything the guy or girl said happened to be the right thing to convince the audience they were made for each other. But then again, they say that life can be stranger than fiction. He shook his head. "No, I'll take another guess," he said, maintaining his stride backwards. It seemed like he'd be ahead of her at this rate, which he didn't mind being. His hands went up to the straps of his backpack, and he hooked his thumbs under them. He took in a more thoughtful look at her, tilting his head some. Those Capri looked nice on her. While her hair was tied up, he thought she looked rather beautiful, and he could only imagine what she'd look like with it down. He preferred brunettes the most, since he was one himself, but he didn't mind blondes, or even better, redheads at all. He then gazed into her dark eyes with his own for a moment, wondering. Hmm, if "A" didn't cut it, then how about..." R"." Rena," he guessed, feeling a sense of amusement trickle over him. It was a wild guess, since he's never met anyone who was actually named that, aside from internet screen names. He doubted that he'd be close. Maybe it was just Stephanie or maybe even Christina or something along those lines. Chuckling, the mysterious brunette started to walk with him, matching his pace while he walked backward. Her eyebrows raised in surprise as he guessed her name again. "Wow. That's really close. One letter off, even," she said, impressed with his intuition. "My name is Day. It's nice to meet you Aaron," she said, shooting him a grin. So she was a little flirty. He was cute, and he was making a point of walking backwards so he could face her and keep moving at the same time. He looked a little...stiff. Like he'd been cramped somewhere before and was just stretching out for the first time. It was a strange impression, but she had it just the same. Then again, what did she know? He was probably just nervous because of their awkward situation. So rather than beat around the bush like a normal, polite person, she asked him, "So, what are you out here for? Just a nice walk? Or are you brooding over some deep philosophical problem?" She was only teasing, but she had a feeling he just needed to get out like she had. It nearly scared him how close he was to guessing her name right. He hadn't expected it to be a serious answer from him, yet he had been one letter off. "It's nice to meet you too, Day," he said, noting how pleasant the name sounded to him. It had a regal spin to it, as though she came from a different, far off place unlike the world he inhabited. Which was refreshing. When she matched his pace, he took a step around and turned so he was facing ahead again, still clasping the straps to his pack. He kept his eyes on her as he did so. She had a pleasant smile that he had trouble looking away from. But it wasn't enough to take him away from what lay ahead in the trail. His expression changed at her series of questions, stiffening his lips as he drew his eyes away from her and looked on ahead, eyes glazed. That's right, he was still out here. Still out here because of his life, and he needed to walk. "I'm out here to...walk," his deep voice answered. "And you're very intuitive. Theresa deep, philosophical problem." Again, he felt scared somehow, like his mind was somehow connected to her, but he went on. "There's a cliff at the edge of the trail, right off into the woods. It's rather well-known as a place where some people have killed themselves from. That's where I'm headed." Day's eyebrows rose, and her eyes widened a bit in surprise as she learned his reasons for being there. She'd been enjoying the soft rumble of his deep voice before he'd told her that. "Oh... I hope you're not telling me you're out here for suicide," she said, frowning a little. It'd be a damn shame to lose someone with so much potential. Aaron was handsome and intuitive, and he had been good company for the short time they'd been walking together...which wasn't much time at all." Maybe I can help with the problem?" she suggested. "I'm a pretty good sounding board." And Day was pretty good at advice-giving. She smiled again and shrugged, figuring he probably wouldn't want her opinion. It looked like the lights in him had just gone out. He sighed. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean that. I mean, I didn't specifically say I was going to jump off that cliff." It hadn't been his intention to frighten her like that, even though his implication had been clear enough, and so she was now onto him about it. He felt even more uncomfortable at that point, but her wide, concerned eyes coupled with her willingness to lend an ear brought him an unexpected peace. He hesitated for a moment, hearing the crunch of gravel beneath their feet. Furthermore, he then began:"I've been working at a Fortune 500 company for close to twenty years. Because of a mishap in management, I was getting paid six-figures to do absolutely nothing. For years all I did was sit at my desk, finding some way to kill time while keeping my sanity in check. I know it may sound like a dream to some, but for me, I was losing my skills and I knew in the back of my mind that my job was going to be outsourced soon. Well, my worries came true. They let me go a few years ago. Just like that. It's funny how often we take things for granted. Tomorrow is going to be my fortieth birthday." Aaron then chuckled. "I don't look like it, don't I? I suppose that's one of the perks to having done nothing for the last twenty or so years. It helps you stay young." He realized how much he had spoken and how easy it was to let it out for this angel here with him. He had tried to let it out to others, but could only do so anonymously online, but in person? It was...unheard of. She had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't being entirely truthful about not jumping off the cliff. A sinking feeling in her stomach backed up her suspicions, but she had to believe him. Maybe he really didn't want to jump and was just depressed. Maybe he'd thought about it and changed his mind. Maybe this last line of hopeful thought was just wishful thinking. When Aaron spoke again, she was pretty much certain that he hadn't been completely honest about his intentions. Though Day was surprised at his age, she supposed it wasn't out of the ordinary for a man to look so good at forty--or at least the day before he turned forty. "If it makes you feel better, I'm thirty-four," she said with a shrug. She didn't much look it though. "I chalk it up to good genes, but I'm sure a certain lack of stress has to do with it too." She shrugged, trying to keep things light enough to be somewhat comfortable. But she returned to the problem he was describing for her to show that she cared and was still listening." Okay, so you get a good-paying job and you hate it. For lack of anything better to do you stay there for twenty years, and then they let you go. It puts some strain on you because it's probably hard to find a job with that kind of resume. I can see that being upsetting," she said with a little frown. "So, I guess I'm not seeing the bigger problem here...is it just that you're dissatisfied with how your life worked out? Or am I missing a piece of the puzzle?" she asked. Reya's voice was free of accusation and guile, and she really sounded curious. She was interested, but not too interested. Most of all, though, she seemed sincere in her want to help him. So she kept her deep brown eyes looked on his face, her expression that of someone lost in thought. "You're thirty-four?" he asked, nearly tripping over himself. "I thought you were in your early to mid-twenties at the very least." Still, he wondered if he had offended her by assuming she was much younger than she really was, but most women most likely took that as a compliment. "Sorry," he added, as though it would magically make things less awkward than they were now. And then the attention went back to what he said earlier. He still felt uncomfortable despite her accepting tone. The whole ordeal made him feel exposed, and he somehow felt the need to be...somewhat responsible for it. It was almost like she was trying to be tolerant, and that made him feel overbearing and childish. Yet, contrary to all of that, he was grateful for her company right now because a lent ear turned out to be the single most important thing he needed right now. How to reply to what she just asked... Aaron felt the skin on his face grow pudgy, like wet dough. He suddenly felt the wrinkles on his skin, and it seemed to feel loose from the muscles of his face, allowing gravity to gently drag it down so that it made him feel old. "No, you're not missing any bigger problem," he said. "You're looking at it. It's really about how my life has turned out after all these years. It's been very disappointing." Somehow, he felt glad to have let those words out, because before that moment, he wasn't exactly sure why he had been feeling that way. "I had a great childhood growing up," he continued. "I had almost everything: a loving family, a nice house to live in, frequent family trips across the states, and I felt destined to turn out to be someone great. Well, fast-forward a dozen or so years later, and I feel as though I've never grown beyond that. It's like I'm clutching to the past, and I don't want to let it go. People all around me have moved on. Hell, even their kids have moved on. They have families, businesses, hell, even divorces, trips around the world, a circle of friends. Experiences. Me? I'm still living alone, jobless, and ever since I had to relocate because of my job, I'm alone in a state where I don't know anybody, and for that, I've been a nobody for years. I could have been somebody, but somewhere back then, I fucked things up, and I've missed my chance. Now, all I can do is sit back and watch other people live the life I've wanted to live." Aaron brought his hand to his face and rubbed the heel of his palm into his eyes, fighting tears. Oh gee, he was feeling so self-centered and childish right now. Others have straight up told him to simply "man up" and take charge of his life, and it was apt advice for the occasion, but really, it wasn't what he needed. He just wanted them to listen, but by giving unwarranted advice, they were merely making him do the opposite. He always felt it was more right to make someone want to do something than force them to. Furthermore, he felt so spoiled. He kept his eyes forward, unable to look at Day beside him. She was probably going to turn around and head back. He wouldn't blame her if she did. This was too much for a stranger to hear, he thought, and he shouldn't expect her to do anything for him, even though a part of him was glad to have let it out for her to hear. That same part of him was also glad she had been closer to his age. Women in their early twenties, from his assumption, seemed to be too impatient and fickle to relate with his middle-aged-crisis-less, since they had their hands full juggling other, more exciting opportunities their flowering youth provided." I'm sorry," he said, bringing his hand back to his strap. "That was quite a lot for someone to take in, and I don't mean to be overbearing. If you'd like, you can leave, because I can't stand being the reason why your day today was ruined because of my incessant whining." He scoffed at himself, then chuckled. "But the least I can do is thank you for being willing enough to listen. It's been the almost anyone's ever done for me in a while, to be honest." His shock at her age made her chuckle, watching him. "Oh, it's fine. I take very good care of myself," she said with a wink. And then he went on. As he spoke, Day could tell he was struggling with his emotions, trying to hold it all in. She could understand that. The last thing anyone wanted to be when they were feeling awful was a burden. This could be considered a burden, but for some reason, it didn't really feel like one. Maybe it was because they were strangers, or maybe it was because she felt like he needed her, but it didn't feel like she couldn't go on after hearing such things. He kept apologizing as he told her his problems, insisting he'd ruined her day, thanking her. It was enough to make her stop and put both of her hands on his shoulders, giving him a little shake. "Aaron, look at me. Do I look upset?" she asked, her expression more annoyed than truly upset. "Well, if I do, it's because you keep putting words in my mouth." She sighed and let his shoulders go." You don't have to apologize for the way you feel. Especially after I asked you to tell me what was wrong. I don't think it's silly to want to be someone important. I don't think it's foolish to envy other people for the lives they lead--we do it all the time," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. "It sounds to me like you just need a friend to keep things in perspective," she said with a smile. "I can do that. Despite the fact that you feel you've wasted all your time, you're still healthy and attractive. And now you don't have that job weighing you down. It will take some time, but you can make up for what you've had to give up. You can travel, and you can devote time to your real interests now. And you can get to know people. Me, for instance," she said, still smiling." My point is that you still have time to do some of those things you wanted to do," she said shrugging. "Years of disappointment aside, that's a good thing, right? But the disappointment isn't something you can ignore," she said with an understanding nod. "From the looks of you and the way you keep apologizing to me, I'd say you're about due for time to look back and really just get it out of your system." And get it out of his system he did. Today was going to be the first day Aaron woke up from his long slumber. He was, essentially, a beast frozen in ice, forgotten and neglected by time, cold and frigid from the harsh winter of life. Now he was ready to awaken. Had he forgotten the parties in his swanky loft, the decadent nights spent snorting coke off the backside of hookers and other miscreants? The wonders and joys of Capitalism? He may have had a mere falling out with a group of friends, but he still had a Fortune 500-calibre cache of life savings left over to indulge. He was different now, but he was older, wiser. Things may be sour now, but there was ample room to improve--and it was easier to than ever before. And he now had Day here in front of him. While there was hardly anybody else in his life who couldn't give a damn about him, aside from close relatives, it was a great start having met her. She could very well be all he ever needed. Something about what Day just said lit him up in some way. On one hand it kind of got him riled up with boiling shame, but on the other hand, her mere presence and willingness to be there for him as a stranger out of the blue just managed to rekindle something that he was afraid he had lost forever. "You're absolutely right," he replied. "I don't have to apologize to any fucking soul! Really, who gives two shits about what others think?" He took her hand, taking quick steps up the trail. "I have not the faintest idea where I'd like to take you right now, but I just want to let you know that I'm grateful to have run into you at such a strange point in my life, Day, and that I intend to return the favor in full." He gave her hand a nice squeeze, noticing he was holding it for the first time. She smiled as he turned it all around, letting him hold her hand when he took it. She laughed as he told her he didn't have to apologize. He'd gotten so wrapped up in his renewed verve for life that he was practically dragging her along the trail. She chuckled and jogged a little to catch up, taking wider strides to compensate. "I appreciate the idea," she said, smiling brightly. "But maybe just slow down a little. I'm not quite as tall as you are," she reminded him, tugging at his hand a little. "I'm glad I could be here for you to listen. And to maybe remind you of some things. I'm sure someday you'll do the same for me." She squeezed his hand back and let him lead the way since he was so excited. It was great to see him smiling--what a nice change from his more cautious, sadder image. Day, herself, had only been out on a vacation day, having decided she needed nature. She enjoyed her job, but some days she just needed to be outside. That said, as the sunlight beamed down on them, she wondered if maybe she was boring a lot. She wondered if Aaron saw her that way. Boring, sensible Day. Probably not. But then again, who knew? Oh well, the poor guy had had enough sadness for one day. No need to burden him with such a silly notion. At least not now. It was pure bliss watching her smile like that, seeing her lips curl up in amusement at what he just said. It was so gratifying to see her like that, and he made a mental note to remember how it made him feel so that he could save it for later, when he would need it again, just in case. He did slow down for her, but just a little. Aaron had forgotten how much taller than her, he was, him being a little over six feet tall at that. "I'm...amazed you can talk so much...while running," he said, hearing his backpack clink and clank as it shook. "Of course... I will...for you," he answered her. "It's the least... I could do." The trail wound around deeper into the woods, and the beaten track became less pronounced. The forest began to thicken, whittling the Sun's rays down to golden ribbons. Everything was a tad darker as they ran into the shade of the trees. The trail then began to slope uphill. Aaron didn't slow down, even though he was beginning to pant. "Just a...little more." He began to slow down, trudging uphill for what seemed like a long time, really. He could see up where the hill ended, and the ground would be level again, but that wouldn't be for a while. Gasping for breath, he stopped, turned around and looked at Day. He wasn't sure if she had been more tired than he was, but she did ask for him to slow down. It didn't matter. He continued to hold her hand as he continued up the slope until they reached the top. Once up there, he let himself crash on the dirt, collapsing so that he lay prone. He turned his head, breathing heavily. "So...tell me a little more about yourself, Day," he said, gazing at her from the ground. "I want to hear everything." He then smiled, because he felt like it. Day held his hand as he dragged her along, only slowing down a little. As they continued along the path, however, he started to run. She had to laugh as he started to jog, which meant she had to as well. Good thing she was still in shape. Still, even as they ran through the shady trees and over the uneven path and then, finally, uphill, she decided that maybe she wasn't in such great shape. When they finally reached the little outcropping on the hill, she was panting like a marathon runner, doubled over as she came to a stop." Jeez...you're fast," she said, taking off her pack and letting it land on the ground with a little thud. After a moment when her breathing became a bit less labored, she opened her pack and pulled out a picnic blanket, tossing it over the ground. It would be big enough for both of them, should he decide he liked it better than dirt and grass being in his face. "Everything, huh?" She asked, watching him. "Well, come here, and I'll start." She lay back on the blanket, calming down, her brown hair sprawling out behind her in its ponytail. Aaron was still panting real hard as he lay on the ground, recovering from that run up the hill. He was too exhausted to respond to Day's comment about him being fast, but he smiled instead, gasping in the process. He squirmed out of his pack and let it roll over before clawing his way toward Day's little picnic spot. Furthermore, he made his way up to her and did one final roll to land on his back beside her, staring up at the trees above them, which were obscuring the clear blue, afternoon sky. The leaves sighed around them, catching the breeze from afar, and everything felt so peaceful and serene. They were also alone too, which Aaron only began to realize just now." Yes, everything," he said, watching a branch wave at him in the air. "I'm not sure what you're expecting, but my story isn't terribly special," she said, resting her head in her hands as she stared up at the canopy of leaves above them. "Hamm...well, I was born in this state, but a smaller town. I worked for a photographer when I was in high school, setting up appointments and helping develop film--learning a skill. It was a pretty sweet gig, but I never got to indulge much in my love of photography. We didn't have a lot of growing up, so it was more important that I spend my time learning to hone other skills. Now, I work as an executive assistant in a small company--but I'm treated more like a concierge. I don't mind so much, though. It's nice to have connections..." She sighed. "Sometimes it's a pain in the ass though. I don't see outside my office for days at a time except to go home and go to the gym or the store. I don't often get to go out myself, unless I'm working. Furthermore, I have work friends--only work friends. Nobody else has seen me or approached me in a long time.... I don't know. Even if they did, I don't see why they would be all that interested in spending time with me. I'm not very interesting." Shrugging, she turned to look at him. "What else did you want to know?" "I was only expecting to hear more about you, Day," Aaron said. He kept his eyes straight up, making out faces in the pattern of leaves above. "So you're doing just fine." She seemed to have her head screwed on straight, which was a good thing, but even if she had turned out to be crazy, he wasn't going to judge her, especially after what he had exposed her to. The bit about her work life felt remarkably relatable. "Hey. I can totally relate. Well, at least when I was working, but I can understand where you're coming from, and I don't find you uninteresting at all. You're down to earth, and you appear to be sane, so those people who haven't seen you or approached you in some time? They're clearly missing out." He turned his head so he could look at her from the side. "And patient. To be able to hear me out like that back there. That takes someone special and understanding." He paused for a moment, noticing that she was looking at him too. "Are you seeing anyone?" She let her eyes rest on his face, finding it hard to believe that such a handsome man was older than she was. Then again, who was she to make assumptions? His words made her feel better--warm reassurance wrapping around her. She smiled at him and chuckled a little as he asked if she was seeing anyone. "Why, are you interested?" she teased, turning to her side so she could face him." But to answer your question, no. I haven't had time to go out and find someone worth my time--and someone who's interested in a girl like me." She shrugged and watched him, wondering if he would have been disappointed if she'd said she was taken. "Are you seeing anyone, Aaron?" He wanted to take her hand and give it a little squeeze when she said that she hadn't been able to find anyone interested in her (and worth her time), but it was already under her head and out of her reach. Aaron found it difficult to relax with her eyes on him like that, but since he was laying down, it seemed to be easier to manage. She was so gorgeous in that natural way which required no make-up or good lighting. And after learning she was in her mid-thirties, it just added to her appeal. He smiled at her. "Just wondering," he answered, noticing her turn to face him. He did the same, so he could see her without having to crane his neck. He was, in fact, glad she was single, even though he would have accepted her being taken. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I like this. Feels nice." "I was thinking it'd be nice to get out here on my own," she said with a nod. "But I think it's nicer with company." Flashing a smile she rolled back onto her back and stretched her arms above her head before letting them plop down at her sides to stay. The weather was just right for this kind of thing, and after running uphill with someone whose pace was much quicker than hers, she had to admit that resting like this was nice. "Mmm, I could almost take a nap right here," she said with a chuckle. "Too bad I'm not tired just yet. So you know more about me and I know a lot about you. What else could we talk about? Or should we stick with ourselves for now?" He remained on his side as he watched her roll onto her back, noticing her profile. He propped his head up on an elbow. "It's always good practice to keep the conversation revolved around ourselves," he said. "Something might happen. Perhaps it could be something exciting." She turned her head to face him and smiled softly as he told her they should keep talking about themselves. "You think so, huh? What do you think might happen?" She asked, her eyes shining with mirth and mischief. Despite thinking that she was boring sometimes, she was pretty game for whatever came her way. She took many things in stride, including Aaron's story. She was finding that she liked being around him. It would actually be sort of sad to go their separate ways." Tell me more about yourself," she said, watching him. "It's your turn again." "More about myself," he said, chuckling. "Haven't you heard enough of me already?" He did feel a bit self-centered today and so childish that he was afraid he might have scared her off from ever considering a relationship with him. Did he just think of a relationship just now? Why, yes he did. But it also reminded him of something else." Alright," he said. "I used to be married. We weren't together for very long though. Not long enough to have any kids if you're thinking about that. It was more of a mutual split, a falling out." His expression grew dour for just a moment, before recovering when his eyes went to Day's face. "She wanted more out of our relationship, while I was happy just...being. I guess she saw me losing my soul working so much, that she just couldn't find the spark anymore. So one day she decided to end it, and that was that. Even called me 'boring' when we got all heated about it. I think it was better that way. That we split, I mean." He looked at Day, still unable to grasp how young she looked despite her age. "I find it easy to open up to you," he said. "I... I guess I really like that about you." He was little nervous and felt like kicking himself for sounding so awkward, but hopefully she was more forgiving about that. Day listened, curious about this particular aspect of his life. Just another thing to add to his pile of disappointment in life. Still, it made her sad to know that he had thought everything was fine, and then his wife flipped the switch. She was sure there was more to it than that, but from his perspective, she couldn't imagine it being much different. She reached over and took one of his hands, smiling softly as he told her she was easy to talk to. "It's a hard trait to dislike," she said with a chuckle. "But from what I can tell, both of you deserved more than what you got. You should have been able to open up to her more, and she should have been able to do the same for you." She shrugged and watched him for a long moment." Lucky for you, I like hearing you talk. It's the voice, I think. I like the way it sounds. But I like to know that I can help, and that you like to talk to me too. I kinda like having you around," she said with a smile.

A Simple Hike in the Woods|rating:3.0

Science Can Be Stimulating (Chocolate x Galyen)

Ellen Thrombus slowly walked into the large laboratory. There really was no other word for what the room could be. Test tubes and computers filled nearly every surface, notebooks with her reedy scribblings were stacked by the tables and thick books filled with boring research collected dust in the corner. This was her domain. What she did here was a little of this and that. With a sigh, she tucked a lock of her curly brown hair behind one ear. She was supposed to be working on a theoretical cure for some unnamed disease, but she felt as if her steam were running out. Her work took up so much of her time that she sometimes wondered if it was worth it. Ellen had gotten back from her old roommate's wedding, and that old feeling of not being where she was meant to be in life was creeping back up on her. She wasn't unattractive, she just covered her shapely body with lab coats and buried herself away." Dr. Thrombus, there is something you have to see," an intern said, running into the lab. "It came in this morning. We've been told to drop everything and this is top priority!"" What is it," Ellen asked." Come on! I can't explain it! It's just...wow!" The intern ran out of the lab and Ellen shook her head. Taking her time, she followed him to a large, empty lab down the hall. In the middle of the room was a table covered by a cloth. If Ellen was correct, it looked like there was a body under there." We just got this in," the director was saying. "This could be the answer to our prayers. We might be able to actually test some of our medicines and not worry about those pesky humanitarian laws."" For God's sake," Ellen said, "what is it?" The Director smiled and life the sheet. For a second, Ellen stared before she whispered, "Wow." Under the sheet lay a large, dark gray and green, humanoid creature. I'ts arms tied to the silver table that it was laying on. The creature had age green tentacles portraying from the back of its skull. The creature was barley alive. Breathing heavy as they entered the room. He forced his head even tho it hurt to look at them. His two large orange eyes stared at her. He tried to move but then noticed the restraints on him." Eeerop" The creature said in his native tongue still staring at her. Ellen stared the alien. She shivered, realizing that not only had she been staring, but it was staring back. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she turned to the Director." You have to be kidding," she said. "What am I supposed to do with this?" The Director smiled. "Find out if any of the vaccines work. See if you can use it to make vaccines. That is your area of expertise."" Yes, but -""Dr. Thrombus... Ellen... We've been under a lot of strain, lately. There is a war going on, and you're wasting time by trying to find the cure for the common cold. Do your job and use this specimen. I would just wheel it into your lab, but you'd probably just lose it." Ellen rubbed her temples. "Fine, I'll see what I can do. Just leave it here and I'll work on it." The Director nodded. "This takes precedence over your other ideas, Doctor," he said, handing her a small vial. "This was taken from it. Find out what it does and how it would affect our troops. Beneficial, we'll use it. Harmful, and we'll use it on them." The Director left and Ellen sighed. She walked over to the alien, glaring down at it. "Just what am I supposed to do with you," she muttered. They alien reach out with his three fingered hand and grabbed her arm. He shook a little then looked up at her with his large eyes." Re...release........me" he said softly. He gripped her arm strongly as a long tail rolled out from under his body it had a small whole in the end of it." Release me......human" he said in his crackly voice. Ellen froze for a moment, scared as the alien grabbed her. It spoke, and she was, for the barest moment, relieved to know they could communicate. When it unraveled its tail, she felt fear. Struggling to pull her arm away, she said, "I have a job to do. Let me go, or I'll scream. You do understand what that means, don't you? I yell, and guards come in here with guns. It'd be a shame to shoot you, but I think we can risk that. I can do my job just as well on a corpse." She managed to wrench her arm away, causing her to fall to the floor. Getting up, she glared at the alien. "Now, you either cooperate, and we can do this the easy way, or you can make this very painful on yourself." She rubbed her sore arm as she went to grab a few needles and notebooks. His eyes began to glow as his words began to heal. When she turned around to grab her needle and notebook he wrapped his tail around her neck and pulled her close"Release me" he said again squeezing her neck more "Scream and die" He could speak but only some using telepathy because he had only a dagger like mouth and no tongue Ellen clawed at the tail wrapped around her throat. Shaken, she forced herself to relax long enough to release the restraints on one side of the alien. To move to the other side would mean more strangulation. She could feel tears flowing down her cheeks and hated that she was so weak in the face of her own death." Please," she choked out, trying to pull him off her. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want this thing running around either. She hadn't completed anything in her life! This couldn't be the end! "Please," she repeated as her lungs burned for air. Chocolate Strawberry said: Ellen clawed at the tail wrapped around her throat. Shaken, she forced herself to relax long enough to release the restraints on one side of the alien. To move to the other side would mean more strangulation. She could feel tears flowing down her cheeks and hated that she was so weak in the face of her own death. "Please," she choked out, trying to pull him off her. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want this thing running around either. She hadn't completed anything in her life! This couldn't be the end! "Please," she repeated as her lungs burned for air. Click to expand... He loosened his grip so she could breathe a little." Release" He said again as he pulled her over the table using his tail to the other side." Release or die" he said again. "If release no harm" he said pointing to the last of the restraints holding him captive. The creature still staring at her with his large eyes."NOW" He mental screamed at her. Ellen quickly released him, her head hurting from both the tail around her neck and the sudden intrusion in her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if it could read her thoughts. Not that she was thinking anything that would be useful. Just how she never did anything really special, never had a good relationship and would now die alone. Oddly, she also wondered if anyone would feed her cat when she was gone." You're free," she whispered, not keeping the hate out of her voice. Her one chance to do something that might make all her time in the labs worthwhile, to make a breakthrough, and it was planning on walking out the door. She'd be lucky if fired was all that happened to her. "Now, you release me." In fact he was reading her thoughts"Human brain waves simple compared, with Bolus tribe" he said slamming her onto the table"Tell soldier they leave" he said releasing her but the whole in his tail a sharp thin needle dripping with slime pushed out"Tell them" he said putting it to her back an inch away. Ellen kept her eyes on the needle and the slime. "I need to get up to tell them to leave," she said. "If I yell it from here, they'll look in and see you. I have to make it look as though I have everything under control." She made a mental note that he mentioned he was something called the Solos tribe. She wasn't sure how that would help, but it was a start. Furthermore, she had to get control, fast. Furthermore, she was not going to be at the mercy of an Asian. If she played along for a while, maybe she could find a way to escape. For now, she'd let him dictate things." Please, trust me on this," she whispered. He back his needle up and picked her up as he put her next to the door and put the needle up to her back again"Remember human I read minds I can tell betrayal" He said to her mental again as he motioned for her to tell them to go away Ellen nodded as she opened the door. At once, the two guards looked at her. Smiling, she said, "Listen, I have to wait for some blood tests to print out, and chart my findings. It'll be a boring night, so why don't you boys head home. The alien is sleeping, so I don't think I'll need any help." They looked skeptical, but finally left. This was a science building, very boring. Once they were gone, she shut the door and turned to look at the creature." Fine, they're gone," she said. He grabbed the lock and locked the door. He then picked her up and slammed her on the table"I can see was you want" he said looking down into her eyes as his tail withered up her legs and up her lab coat the needle had gone in while he slammed her on the table"Do not lie to me, I know everything your think about" he said as he held her down "I can since all your desires" He said as his tail found her panties, and he started wiggling it around on the outside of her panties. Ellen bit back a moan as she felt his tail pressing between her legs. She wasn't a hundred percent sure of what he knew. Was it that she planned on escaping as soon as she could? Or that she was scared of what this could mean for her job? Or that she had been so celebrate lately that even this was turning her on?" What do you want," she asked, trying to remain calm. "I did everything you wanted. Let me go!" Despite her words, she could feel herself getting wet as his tail wiggled between her legs. A traitorous thought flashed across her mind of all the things it could be used for. Guiltily, she forced that image out of her head and tried to concentrate on something boring. "I am going to give want you want" He said placing his three fingered hands over her breasts and messaged them softly. He tail started pushing harder against her pussy as he squirted out a green smile goo onto her legs. It was warm and sticky "Do not lie" he said still groping her "I can since your thoughts and I know you turned on from this" Ellen gasped, struggling in his grip. The slime on her legs tingled, heightening her senses. His fingers on her breasts were amazing, and she felt that he must have some kind of suction there to make her feel like that. It was true that this turned her on, but she couldn't do this here! What if those soldiers came back? What if the Director came back? Oh, Lord, what if someone turned on the cameras!" Please," she moaned. "Don't do this. Not safe, not here." She had heard stories of aliens experimenting in breeding with human women, but she never thought she'd be one. If she could just get someplace safe and figure out why he wanted this, she could plan her next step. He pulled back releasing her. "Where then" He said firmly staring into her eyes. "Tell where, when and we shall." His stomach opened up. He took a good looking pill out and swollen it. "I can move freely." He said as his stomach closed, and his body began to fade Shaking, Ellen grabbed a few of her things and left the lab. She hurried out the building and waited until she was sure the creature was in her car. Then, she drove away. She couldn't go home. They'd find her there. She had a private cabin outside of town. It had been left to her by an uncle on her mom's side of the family. Since the deed wasn't in her name it would be harder to trace. She didn't look around as she entered the cabin. Putting down her purse and her keys, she said, "Let's get a few rules straight. I'm not just going to lay down and let you have your way with me. I don't even know what to call you, and you don't know my name. And no mind reading! You want me willingly, I suggest we find a common ground." He became visible only after shouting the Curtis. "Common ground. I know you better than humans." He said moving closer to her. "My people call Dredge me." He said sitting on a couch. "You would rescue me not if you didn't want something." "I can see your whole life even things you humans forget like birth." He stood and approached her again till he was merely inches from her. She crossed her arms. There was no way she'd fall for him again. She wasn't even positive how she fell in the first place. The rough behavior? Something he secreted?" And that gave you the right to just manhandle me? Let me tell you something about human women, we don't like to be assaulted. Why are you so eager to mate with me, anyway?" She ignored the fact that he was so close. She knew he was dangerous, but she was almost certain that he wouldn't kill her. Almost. He would indeed not kill her. On his home world he would be killed for just thinking it." Yes but where come from its rude when you since someone said and do not help. It was the only way I have seen to help." He walked backwards. "I came to earth in the first place because my species Is dyeing. Scans show only human women can reproduce with our species." Ellen frowned. "Your people are dying? I'm sorry to hear that. However, that still doesn't give you the right to assault me." She looked away, realizing that maybe he saw it as self-defense. After all, she was the one about to stick him with needles and see what made him tick." How about you answer some questions, okay? What was in that vial we took from you? It's not something you need to survive?" If she couldn't experiment, maybe talking would help her keep her job. Though, what if she did couple with him and he got her pregnant. Would she really risk turning her child into a scientific freak that would be poked and prodded its whole life? Answers, and then help him escape. That as the plan. He sat back on the sofa. "Fine I will answer. That vial was a solution that me and whatever child I bear need to survive. We can live one earth month without it." He looked up at her. "I do not need to ask you anything for i already know the answers." He said squinting his large, oval yes at her as if he was angry at her. "Humans and my kind are so similar in DNA that he would come out more human than alien." Ellen nodded. She had remembered to grab the vial, so that was good. Assuming she allowed him to get her pregnant, she would have to find a way to reproduce the vial. That wouldn't be easy now that she was probably fired." Why me? I mean, there are a lot of other girls at that building, not to mention on Earth. Why not have killed me and found someone else?" She uncrossed her arms, leaning back on the counter. She wasn't even aware of the picture she presented, of how her clothes formed to her body. He looked up at her and stood up. He walked over to her. "Because i fenced how honey you were.....are." He said staring at her as he put his arms in both sides of her. "And I can tell you want more than a normal life. I can give that to you. The tentacles on his head wiggled around. His tail touched her leg again slowly creeping up it. "I know you like it when your mates are aggressive." He said licking his lips She swallowed hard. "That still doesn't explain everything," she said, trying to remain in control. "A lot of women are horny." She couldn't keep her eyes off the verticals or suppress the shiver that ran through her body at the feel of his tail. She was never going to get anywhere if she allowed him to distract her like that. Looking him over, she decided to turn the tables a bit." I guess you just expect me to be grateful that you're here to release my arousal? Am I just supposed to fall to my knees and thank you? Or lay under you while you do what you want," she said. "I have news for you; I won't do any of that." She pushed herself off the counter so that her body was pressed against his, her lips close to his mouth. "I want more than just casual sex and no intergalactic Casanova is going to have me just because he thinks I'm an easy mark." His tail wrapped around her body. As he let a grin come to his face." Would you prefer that I take was I want." He squeezed her." You have three options here. One I kill you now and find a mate. Two come with me of earth and see things no humans will ever see. Three I take was I want strap you down in my ship wait for the baby to come then kill you." He loosened his tail. "I'd much rather do option two." He stared down at her seeing something in her. She weighed her options. He wasn't giving her much of a choice, really. Finally, she said, "All right, I'll go with you on one condition. I want reassurance you won't kill me. How do I know that I can trust you?" If she was going to put her life into Dredge's hands, she would have to have some trust. He had done nothing to make her trust him, thus far. Only threaten her and arouse her." Also, if I'm out there in space, what will happen to me when you get tired of me," she asked. He removed his tail from her waste. "I do not like killing I only do it to survive." He walked backwards. A grin spread across his face. "I'll let you hold the vial if try anything break it." Then he thought maybe if she did trust him he would eventual giver her his mag gem witch is there force of life. Ellen thought this over. "It's just one vial, so I don't know how much help it will be," she said. "And, if we're leaving Earth, will it still work? I'm going to have to need more assurance." She did kind of like the idea of having an adventure among the stars, to see, as he promised, things no human had before."do your people have a Solomon oath," she asked. "You really want my cooperation and willingness, then I need to feel safe." She unbuttoned her shirt, "If you want this, give me your oath." He turned around his chest opened up as slime dripped down from it. He reached in and winced in pain as he gripped the orange gem. Furthermore, he ripped it out as fast as he could as he fell to one knee and roared in pain. When the pain dissipated he stood and turned around as his chest closed. "I Dredge place my very soul in your hands" He said holding the gem out to her. "Be very careful" He stared into her eyes. "It is lightly my very essence of life." He knelt in pain again as he held it up for her. "This gem is was is killing my people, yet it grants life to use." Ellen delicately took the gem. She grabbed a towel to wipe it off and looked down at him. He was in pain, probably no longer a threat to her. She placed the gem on the counter before she knelt down in front of him." Come on, you can use some rest," she said. She moved so she could help him up. She now had slime on her floor, and it was getting on her as well. "I'm going to help you into the shower so you can get cleaned up, and then I think you should rest." She hoped that the slime wasn't something that would hurt her or her floor. As she put him in the shower he weakly wrapped a tentacle around her waste "Pl... Please stay" He said looking into her very soul. "You trust me now". He released her and sat in the shower against the wall his legs spread. His only movement was his breath. He had no thought any more just pain. Ellen nodded and turned on the shower. She ignored the fact that now her clothes stuck to her body from the water and slime. "Let me know if it's too hot or too cold," she said, adjusting the temp. She picked up a washcloth and knelt between his legs as she slowly cleaned him. Like this, he didn't seem so scary. She was careful when to clothe passed over where the gem had come out of and tried to not think about it when she pressed between his legs. At the moment, that little skimpy washcloth was all that stood between them having skin-to-skin contact. One of his tentacles started climbing her leg slowly. "You....look how do humans say. Sexy? He asks as he grabbed her hand. "How come every time were close you become....horny? He asked as he pulled her close to him. "Why not just try it?" he reached his free hand up and cupped her breast softly. "I guarantee you'll be never as satisfied with any human if you do try it" Ellen looked at him and laughed. "Okay, look sweetie," she said, "no matter how horny I am, you're half dead. We'll talk when you've got your strength back." She took his hand off her breast and brushed off his identical. She picked the washcloth back up again and went back to work cleaning him up. "My body's reactions can't be helped," Ellen said softly. "I'd appreciate it if you learned when it was the proper time to try and seduce me. When you're so weak you can't even stand is not the proper time." He tried to laugh but instead winced in pain. He reached his hand and placed it on her cheek softly. "You didn't answer my question. Would you rather I read your mind?" He asked as he winced again. The warm water on him felt amazing. He has never felt, nor seen water before. "What is this stuff called?" he asked looking deep into her eyes. She took his arm, washing it. "It's called water," she said. "How else do you expect to get clean?" She continued to wash him off and then struggled to help him up. "I have no idea what question you're referring to," she finally said as she helped him to her bedroom. "The why I get horny near you or why I don't just give in and jump you? The answer to the first question is I don't know. Maybe you exude some kind of pheromone that effects me." She dumped him on her bed. "As for why I don't just jump your bones, it's because I have some control over myself." "I've never seen it before. It feels nice." He said as she helped him up. He laid sparked out on the bed as he looked up at her. "You have forgotten I read minds. Not once in your life you've been horny just being near a male." He said as he curled up in a ball. "Get the crystal." He said softly before closing his eyes and waiting for her answers. "And my body does only admit a poison chemical once near death only then." She left him to grab the crystal. She took that moment to check how she looked. Furthermore, she thought she looked like a drowned rat. Her hair was flat from being wet, her clothes sheer and sticking to her skin. She grabbed a towel and tried to dry herself off. She tried to make herself presentable. Furthermore, she was putting on make-up when she realized what she was doing."this is silly," she muttered. "He's getting me all worked up. He has got to be in my head." She grabbed the crystal and went back in to her room. "Okay, here it is." He smiled and sat up. "When the crystal is near I heal faster." He patted the bed. "Come sit with me let's have a chat." he said as his tentacles retracted into his body. He could since she was close on snapping. "No then sexual I will answer any questions that you are willing to ask. And by the way no need to get all.....how do humans say pretty up on my account. You are a very beautiful human." he said as he laid on his back. "I wasn't..." She sighed and sat next to him. "Okay, let's try starting from scratch. I'm Ellen, pleased to meet you," she said, holding out her hand. Maybe she wouldn't feel so bad about wanting him if she felt like they started off as friends. Without him threatening to kill her or trying to jump her bones." I know you said you can read my mind," she said. "You also said your kind now needs human women to reproduce. I'm just not satisfied by your answer as to why me. Big deal, I was horny. But, really, why me?" He took her hand in his three clawed hand and kissed it. "And I am Dredge my people call me." Dredge said knowing she knew his name. "To tell you the truth. We are a very intel agent race. But we spread ourselves out too far. When scanning your brain I have seen both kindness, sympathy and intelligence." He said releasing her hand slowly. "That's everything we as a race look for." He moved closer to her. "And being attractive for human is a bonus. Also when scanning your brain our race decide swat we think of it." Dredge clutched his chest. "I don't know was it was but I felt a weird Prince in my very soul." "What kind of weird presence," she asked. She felt her heart clench as he said that she had qualities that his people were looking for. She had never heard anyone say such nice things to her. Furthermore, she never thought of herself as attractive, but he seemed to think so." Are you going to be all right," she asked, placing a hand over where he had removed the crystal? What if she was causing his death? She felt like she should try to help him. "Yes me is fine." He took her hand in his and held it. "I don't know was it was I thought it was lust, but it is not. I wanted you to help me fine out was it is." He released her hand and moved closer to her. "Whenever you touch me I feel it as well." Dredge placed his hand on her shoulder. "Do not fear as long as the crystal is within half a light-year away I will not die." He said as he rubbed her shoulders softly. She rested her head on his chest. It had been a long day and she was feeling tired. "Dredge, do you find me attractive," she asked, closing her eyes. It was strange, not knowing if he preferred a member of his own species. She wasn't sure what she found him, but she knew she was attracted to him. She was curious about sex with him. She had a feeling it would be glorious. She curled up around his body, her wet clothes soaking in the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers as he rubbed her back. "Yes I find you more attractive than the angles of Yak non." He squeezed her tight to his chest. "So will you travel with me across the stars?" He asked still holding onto her tight. "Do you find me attractive even tho we don't look alike?" Ellen's heart melted at his answer. She had no idea what the angels of Yak non looked like, but it made her feel good to know she was more attractive to him. She traced a small pattern on his chest with her finger as she said, "I will travel with you. Where ever you go, I'll be by your side. I promise." Leaning up, she kissed him gently. "And, yes, I find you attractive. You can read my mind, you know that I'm attracted to you." He looked Downey t her and smiled "I know I just wanted you to hear you say it" he said as he kissed her back and held her against his chest as he leaned back on the bed her on top of him. He rubbed her back as two tentacles started massaging her legs. Ellen gave a low moan, relaxing against him. It was like he was everywhere on her. His hands, the tentacles, his tail...they all touched her, and she felt her body responding. He felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her curiosity as to how sex would be like with him burned in her mind, but she was still a little worried that he might need his sleep. He kissed her "Do not worry the crystal is near ill be fine" he said as he kissed her again passionately as his tentacles made there way up her legs one found her already wet pussy and the other just lightly messaged her butt cheeks. "So will you this time?" he asked as more tentacles came out from his arms and legs She nodded, kissing him back. "Yes," she whispered. This time, yes. She was ready. She had already committed to him in her mind, and now it was time to make that commitment reality. Furthermore, she moved slightly to straddle him, her legs nestled on either side of his body, spread wider." Please, don't stop," she begged. Two more tentacles slithered onto her body and started squeezing her breasts as he took of her shirt and started licking her nipples. The tentacle at her pussy wiggled around like a fish Otto water. An opening between his legs opened as a huge almost 11 inch cock flopped outland laid on the bed while he played. She moaned, slowly rocking against the identical in her pussy. The feel of the ones squeezing her breasts was amazing. He would be able to hit all her erogenous zones at once, far better than a human male. She helped him pull off her wet clothes, letting them flop to the floor. She would worry about that later." You feel so good," she said. She spread her legs farther apart, needing to feel him go deeper. She never felt like this before. The tentacle at her pussy buried itself inside of her pussy wiggling around inside of her as the other two squeezed her breasts harder. He flipped her so she was on the bed after pulled out of her. At least 100 tentacles came out from his back. He smiled as four each grabbed her arms and legs and spread them two more went to her pussy playing with her clit and fucking her at the same time one fat tentacle went YP to her mouth and pushed on her lips softly She moaned sucking on the identical in her mouth. She couldn't help herself as her arousal grew. She put all her lust in her sucking, tracing her tongue over the identical. The ones in her pussy felt like heaven, and she loved how he was squeezing her breasts. She could see more and wondered what he was going to do to her. At that moment, she would have gladly surrendered to anything he wanted. One tentacle started playing with her asshole nudging it "Can it go in here to?" he asked pulling the tentacle Otto her mouth. "I want every part of you and i want to be in every part of you." "I've never done that before," she confessed. She was prepared to say to go ahead. She needed him. If he wanted every part of her, he would have every part of her. There was nothing she was going to say no to when he made her feel this good. She wished she knew how to pleasure him back. He smiled. "Do not fret you are pleasuring me as well" he pushed the tentacle into her mouth and almost down her thought. The other two at her pussy still flailing around but pushed deeper. The tentacle at her as hole slow pushed itself into her ass. He grabbed his own cock and stroked i he did not want to use it on her and hurt her. She moaned, continuing to suck on the identical in her mouth. Her hips bucked, pushing into the verticals in her pussy and ass. She wanted to feel him everywhere. She could see his impressive cock and that made her body tingle with excitement. Furthermore, she couldn't wait for him to use it on her. Furthermore, she had to feel it inside.' Please,' she thought, hoping he could hear her, ' don't keep me waiting.' Dredge used his tentacles to drag her over the bed to him. Ge then picked her up still using his tentacles as he rubbed his cock head on her clit the big tentacle still ferocity fucking her mouth. "Are you sure i don't want to hurt you?" He asked still rubbing his cock head over her clit She nodded. "Please, I need you," she begged. "You can feel it in me. Please, darling, I need you." She bucked against him, wanting to feel him deeper in her. She was consumed by her lust for him. Writhing on the bed with his verticals in every part of her was driving her wild. He smiled as he placed his three clawed hands griped her hips. He began to lower her slowly penetrating her soaking wet pussy. Dredge moaned loudly as he finally got her down to his base."Oh, wow so wet and warm" The tentacle in her mouth pulled out and started feeling her lips softly. "Is this pleasureful for you?" "Yes," she moaned. He filled her in a way she never had been before. Sex with him was more than just pleasure. It was spiritual. No one would ever be like this again." Kredge, you feel so good," she whispered. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" She bucked her hips on his cock, wanting to feel him as deep as he could go. "More, baby, please!" His tentacles wrapped around her legs, arms, breasts, hips, and stomach. "Yes I want more." He said as the tentacle slightly penetrated her mouth again. Two of the tentacles split at the ends into was looked liked Venus fly traps they latched onto her nipples and started sucking. The teeth felt more like feathers. The other tentacles began bombing her on his cock slow at first. She closed her eyes, Manning loudly. The way he worked her body over, it was heaven. Her body burned with passion, and she felt like a great wave was rising in her body. Her body pulsed, and she knew she was heading to the world's best orgasm." Oh, baby," she moaned. "I'm going to cum. Please, baby, make me cum." He moaned alongside her as he started pump his dick into her faster and harder making sure he went down to his base every time. "Yes cum on my cock" He said as a tentacle slithered up her stomach to her breasts. The two squeezing them pushed her breasts together as the third began titty fucking her slowly. Ellen closed her eyes. She felt the wave come crashing through her body. Arching, she gave a loud cry as she came, her hot juices soaking his cock. She felt her body quivering from the force of the orgasm. As her body calmed down, she found herself whispering his name over and over again." Ohhhhh, you are amazing," she breathed. He laughed not letting up his thrusting. "I want to soak this bed tonight. Are you up for it?" He asked as he let out a load moan as she cummed on his cock. He used his tentacles to push them lightly of the ground. Furthermore, he then turned her around not pulling his cock out. Furthermore, he released her arms but not her legs he kept them speed eagle as he had his way with her. She gripped the bed, bending down to the bed as he fucked her. This was new to her, she never had imagined sex in this position. He was better than her most erotic fantasy, able to pleasure her everywhere at once. She could feel herself riding to another orgasm and she wanted it. In between her moans, she could hear herself begging him to make her cum again, to fuck her harder. He gripped her hips harder as he began pounding her pussy harder he moaned loud as he cummed inside of her pussy again the rest of his tentacles started to spew green cum all over her body as he kept moaning loudly. "O my" he said panting as he lowered them back onto the bed as the rest of his cum escaped onto her body She moaned loudly as he came over her. It was pure heaven when he covered her with his green cum. Curious, she scooped a little bit from her body and licked it off her fingers. The taste was nearly orgasmic. It was as if she could taste his pleasure right there. She licked the rest off of her fingers and smiled back at him. "I could get used to that," she said. He dropped onto her. His massive cock still deep into her. "I as well. I never knew was bliss your body is." He started kissing her breasts softly as he slowly pushed his cock in her. So when shall we leave earth?" She smiled, running her hands over his body. "We can leave when ever you want," she said. Her body still tingled from their lovemaking. She cuddled up with him, feeling both satisfied and wanting to just fuck him again. She was addicted. Even if she ever tried, she knew no man would ever please her the way he had. He kissed her and stood up. "How bout now?" He asked looking at the sky threw the window. "We can even go to Conrad. It's a planet of magma but have a herb that grants eternal life." He smiled as his tentacles picked her up and put her in his arms. "We could be you and make love all eternity."

Science Can Be Stimulating (Chocolate x Galyen)|rating:3.0

His Personal Assistant ( closed for Grant_S & Rayne_Clowd

{"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Name:Miss Maggie Jane Haulage:26Job:unemployed personal assistant Maggie Hall was 26, single, she could type 80wpm to 85wpm, she took shorthand, was literate in most widely used computer programs, she was efficient with most day-to-day office work, she had brilliant phone manner and was dedicated to her job. At least she had been dedicated to her job until she was dismissed today. Maggie had been working for J&J Insurance a private health insurance company, Where she had been the Personal Assistant for Dorian James CEO of J&J. Maggie had worked at J&J for almost 6 years, working her way up from the call center to PA of the CEO. Maggie had only worked for Dorian for the past 12 months and all of it had been hell. He was abusive, mean and tried to work her into the ground and was never once grateful for the hard work she put in. Dorian was an elderly man, late 50s and as far as Maggie was concerned completely unattractive and sleazy. He sported a round pot-belly and a shock of white and gray hair and had so many wrinkles that when he smiled it looked like someone had concertinaed his face. Maggie had nothing against older men per-say but his personality was slimy, arrogant and wrong. It was like having a great uncle trying to pinch your bum and steal kisses. That of course had been what Maggie had been fired for, Dorian had cornered her in the photocopy room and tried to get Maggie to photocopy her ass for him and to suck his wrinkled old cock. Maggie had put up with the comments, the looks and the occasional brush of his hand or arm, but this was too far, and so she had told him to go take a flying leap out of his 6th story window preferably head first. Of course this had been overheard by the office slut and so when Dorian went to fire Maggie it was about her being insubordinate and disrespectful to authority and not doing her job to an acceptable level. Which of course the office slut Renee was now doing quite happily and would support any claims Dorian put forward as reasons. Leaving without fuss was the only option Maggie had and it at least allowed her to keep her severance pay and holiday pay as well as a reference. Heading back to her small apartment across down Maggie flipped open her mobile phone and contacted Tessa at Howard's Consulting a reputable job agency that Maggie had dealt with in her roll as PA, they had hired a few casual staff for the call center and offices especially around the holiday season when the full times wanted time off. It was the one contact Maggie did have up her sleeve as she had managed to strike up a business relationship and re-pore with Tessa and right now she just hoped it helped to make her land on her feet." Good Afternoon Tessa, its Maggie Hall "she paused and sat on a park bench to take the call. "Yes that's right from Camp;J, how are you today?" Maggie watched a few people walk past and hurry back to their offices after lunch, and she swallowed back the ball of frustration in her stomach that was making her stomach churn and bringing tears to hear eyes."Oh, that sounds like a lovely trip, no that's not why I am calling. Actually it's me who needs the favor. I was wondering if I sent you my resume if you could put some feelers out for me." A few minutes later and Maggie at least felt less insecure about her future, Tessa had assured her that it wouldn't be a problem and that she could even have something for her as soon as tomorrow if Maggie was willing to take on a temporary role. Maggie headed home, typed up her resume and sent it off to Tessa with a cover letter and a small note of thanks to Tessa. Now all she could do was wait till tomorrow and go through the paper and pound the pavement if need be. ****bump**** Mr James Age 32 Attorney Mr James, a very successful attorney, left the city lights, to practice law in his hometown, a smaller community but back to his roots, back to help the people he set out to help when he studied all those years to gain his honors and work for the most prestigious law firm in the country, but that was the means to an end, he gained his reputation, he was a powerful opponent in the courtroom, and now, he only had a few select clients from the city, otherwise, he helped his community, fighting with developers that wanted to tear down half the town to build a shopping mall. The morning was like every other morning, until he arrived at the office, his secretary was weeping on the steps, and as he approached, she looked up at him and shook her head, ushering her into the office, she explained her husband had sold her out, he accepted a job from the developers across country. Mr James knew this was their tactic to swamp him in paperwork, he asked her to dial a number of a friend in the city, and gave her the number, she worked for an employment agency, and they had good hardworking people on their books, but he was still sad to see his current secretary leave, she worked the hours needed, no complaints, no mistakes, and hardly took off for lunch, even though he didn't ask it of her, she knew he hated answering the telephone, he hated to be disturbed. The call was put through to his office, Hi Tessa, its Mr James here, Yes I know, you still owe me dinner for you divorce settlement, but that's not why I am calling. I'm in a jam, I need a secretary urgently, she has to be fast, accurate and not worry too much about the clock, rather get the work finished, do you think you can find me Bertha exchanged pleasantries, and he told her about living in the small town, which she rolled her eyes, and turned her nose up, she was a big city girl, who loved the shops, take that away from her, then she felt she fought for half of her ex-husbands wealth for nothing, even though she used the money to set up her own employment agency. As luck would have it Maggie didn't need to wait until tomorrow, to hear back from Tessa. That afternoon as Maggie had been updating her Facebook page ranting about her ex-boss the call came in."CHAUVINISTIC MEN SHOULD BE CASTRATED SO THEY KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A WOMAN"was her newest status message. No surprise a lot of her girlfriends who also worked in offices around the city tended to agree and liked the status. She answered her phone absently as she still looked at Facebook on her laptop"Hi DI hi"hearing Tessa's voice on the other end of the line Maggie jolted up straight in her chair feeling foolish"oh so sorry, hi Tessa yes this is Maggie"she gently slapped herself in the forehead as she listened to Tessa. Tessa began to tell her about a new job that just came up, she told Maggie what was required, and it all sounded fantastic, until Tessa mentioned that Maggie would have to relocate urgently for the job. Maggie didn't know what to say at first she had lived in this apartment ever since she moved out of her parents home and had gotten her job at J&J. Maggie had been there 6 years, and it was then as she looked around her apartment listening to Tessa that she realized she had hardly decorated, she knew no one in her building and she had never really liked the apartment any way it was just cheap. Sure she had a few friends in the city, but really what was keeping her here? The answer was nothing." I'll take it Tessa, I can be on site... say tomorrow afternoon"it was going to take her a little while to pack up some things and hire a care and by the time she drove out the earliest she would be able to make it was tomorrow afternoon. She figured she would just drive back next weekend and pack up her apartment and move if the job worked out, that gave her 3 days on the job and a pay check in the bank, it also gave her chance to find a rental in Milton. Maggie wrote down Mr James and the address and contact details for the law office and then hung up the phone. She took a moment to look around her apartment and then dragged out a suitcase and a couple of boxes and began to pack a few things. She was doing this, she was actually starting a new chapter of her life, and it had her both excited and scared shitless. The phone rang, and the call was put through to Mr Jame's office, it was from Tessa." Hi Tessa, you found someone, that's great, when can she get here? Tomorrow afternoon, MMM, can you push for her to come tonight and start tomorrow, it's really important, I can't be disturbed while working on this case, thanks Tessa, I know you will do your best"hanging up the phone, Mr James looked at his case work. Setting down for a long slog, his secretary brought in some coke and sandwiches. He looked at the tray, and cleared his throat, even on her last day she was trying her luck, he pointed to the mess she made while carrying the tray into his office. Her eyes dropped, she knew the routine, he stood and walked over to his cabinet, taking a thin cane out, the one she hated the most, and was kept for the most serious of fuck-ups, but since today was her last day, she was in for it. Turning as he walked over to her, she already had he skirt bunched up around her waist, panties pulled down to her knees, bending over the desk. Mr James walked round and swished the cane, using the tip to push her panties down to her ankles. Sliding the cane up between her legs, until it came to rest against her sex, he watched as she flinched, rubbing it along the crease of her lips. Stepping to the side, Mr James delivered 10 strokes on her rump, and 2 just below her ass, on her upper thighs, so that they were visible when she bent over in her skirt, looking at his handy work, he rubbed her warm ass cheeks, before dismissing her, and getting back to work. The end of the day came rather quickly and Mr James heard the light knock at his door, his secretary was there to say her goodbyes, and Mr James felt sad for losing someone so dedicated to her work, and loved the punishment he dished out, he wasn't sure he would find another like her, but he wouldn't settle for imperfection, and the new girl had better have high standards Maggie had filled up half the suitcase when the phone rang again, "Hello, Maggie Hall Speaking"she listened, it was Tessa, and it seemed Maggie was going to have to leave tonight as soon as possible because her new boss wanted her there first thing. Maggie bit her lip this threw a spanner in the works and meant she was going to be less prepared for her new job then she had hoped. "Sure Tessa if it is what is required I can do it, Does he understand where I am coming from?" Tessa didn't respond to the question directly, but it was implied that Mr James was not one that would be tempted to see things from someone else's perspective it was his way or no way." I will be there in the morning"Maggie hung up the phone and then let out a frustrated sigh before she picked up the phone again and rang the airline and a car hire place at the airport in Milton. She booked a red-eye flight to Milton and a hire car for 2 weeks. Maggie then threw more clothes in her suitcase and gathered her toiletries. She was going to have to make do with only a few things till she could come back and pack on the weekend. She would have to contact her landlord from Milton, but first she would see how things went, for all she knew Mr James could fire her on site. By 10pm Maggie was feeling tired but had packed one suitcase, one carry on bag that contained one change of clothes a few toiletries, a book, her briefcase and laptop bag. She then rang the cab company and booked a cab from her apartment to the airport at 11:30pm which meant she would arrive in Milton at 2am, it was then she realized she had no accommodation booked when she got to Milton she just hoped they had at least one hotel chain in town even if it was budget. The rest of the night was a blur and Maggie only paused to catch her breath when she stood outside the small airport of Milton and closed the boot of the beat up hire car. She blew out in the cold night air sending a puff of fog swirling up around her face." Welcome to Milton"she whispered to herself and then slid behind the wheel and headed towards town. It was a cold foggy night, and she was beat, it had been a long emotional day, and it was taking its toll. Maggie needed a hotel, and she needed it now, she drove for about 30 min and was now in what she guessed to be the center of town. Everything was shut and looked so quaint and small town country that she suddenly had a moment of panic."what have I done"she stopped the car in front of one of the little shops and just sat looking around the street. Shaking her head she took a deep breath, it was too late to turn back now. Maybe she could learn to live here and like it. Maggie was not used to small towns and country life this was going to be a stretch. At least the work would be easy she thought as she started off in search of a hotel or motel again. At 3am a blue neon sign blinked vacancy and Maggie pulled into the only motel she managed to find, it didn't look like much but for now it would be home. She had to ring a night bell to get service and a sleepy old man answered the door in his dressing gown. He looked surprised to see anyone about this time of night and even more surprised she could be moving to town. Maggie took her room key and went to get settled. Her room for the next week consisted of a double bed covered in some god awful floral duvet, a small bathroom where you could if you had the inclination to - sit on the restroom and brush your teeth, a microwave, small fridge that looked like it would hold a carton of milk and not much else and a tiny TV. It truly was nothing special, and she really wasn't comfortable, but it would have to do. Maggie stripped off and collapsed on the bed. She didn't bother unpacking or taking a shower she simply laid out on the bed and went to sleep. Mr James spent the evening working late, preparing for court, if these people wanted to play dirty, then so be it, there would be no mercy, he would not settle out of court. Only leaving the office when coke would not do the trick anymore, and it was well after midnight, when he settled into bed, he slept well, his massive bed custom-made, and he always slept well in it. Waking in the morning, Mr James taken a shower, it was the best way to wake up for him, and he had breakfast, important to get him through the day. Dressed, he drove to the office, hoping the new secretary would be there on time, he hated tardiness or having to stop what he was doing just to show her around, and explain his rules and what he expects of her. Pulling up to the office, he looked around, and sighed, going to his office he settled behind his desk, then smiled and went and put his cane on his desk, he wanted his new girl to see it, and know that there is a punishment that comes with sloppiness and when his standards are not met. However, he waned the new secretary to work out, and as he settled behind his desk the phone rang and after answering it, he wishes she would get here soon, it was some salesmen wanting to sell an apartment, without answering he slammed the phone down letting out a frustrated grunt Maggie groaned as she woke up the next morning, the alarm clock beeped so persistently she couldn't ignore it any longer, she needed more sleep, but she wasn't going to get it. Rolling off the bed she staggered to the tiny bathroom still half asleep, looking at herself in the vanity mirror she groaned again."Jewish boy that's scary"she muttered to her reflection and then reached to turn on the shower. The bathroom steamed up quickly, at least this place had good plumbing she thought as she undressed and stepped into the shower. The hot water on her jet-lagged body was heavenly, it eased away aches and revitalized her a little. Taking care she washed her hair with the tiny bottle of shampoo the motel supplied, shaved her legs and made sure she was scrubbed head to toe, Maggie wanted to look her best today. Leaving the shower running Maggie wrapped a towel around herself and went back into the room to retrieve her clothes. She didn't have enough time to iron her things this morning, Maggie hoped the steam from the shower would be enough to make the wrinkles fall out of the fabric. Hanging her things at the other end of the shower away from the water she then wiped the steam from the mirror and began drying her hair with the dryer. A short time later she fashioned her hair into an easy style applied a little bit of makeup, then finished getting dressed. She went for classic office attire white shirt, black skirt, stockings, heels and black vest and jacket, hoping it would suit the small town law firm. She looked at her watch no time for breakfast so she picked up her briefcase and headed off to the first day of what could be her new life. A little flustered Maggie finally found the small office. She pulled into the car park and adjusted her hair, took a steadying breath and then got out of the hire car and headed towards the front door. As she entered the bell above the door chimed, Maggie smiled thinking how quaint. Maggie didn't notice anyone at first, but she heard a loud bang come from the inner office,"Hello Mr James?"she called out so that he would know someone had arrived. Then she walled towards the slightly open door, reaching up she tentatively knocked on it before taking a step into the office"Good Morning Mr James, I'm Maggie Hall.... Tessa sent me"she said as way of introduction stepping forward and extending her hand to him. It was then that her eyes fell to the cane sitting on the end of his desk, she couldn't hide her puzzled expression it reminded her of the type they use to have in schools or that an animal trainer may use. She had no idea what use Mr James would have for it in an office, but she was too polite to ask, maybe he used it to train a pet or something. She swallowed and put a smile back on her face and waited for him to shake her hand. Hearing a little commotion down the passage, Mr James shook his head, his secretary would take care of it, then he heard the light knock at his door, frustrated he looked up and saw this girl standing there, then it came back to him that his old secretary had left and this is who Tessa had sent. He stood and walked over to her, and looked at the clock on the wall." Well if Tessa sent you she is wasting yours and my time, look at you, you are a mess, your clothes are crumpled, your time keeping is pathetic"he looked at his desk, and saw the cane,"You see this?"he picked up the cane,"I used this on my last secretary to keep her in line, but I can see with you, I would be wasting my time, and as you can see I don't have the time to waste, Tessa must be slipping sending you here to me, she should be horrified at the sight of you"turning he went back behind the desk and looked down at his papers, but saw the girl had not moved." Yes"he raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders"What, you think you could meet my standards, well, let's see"he stood and walked over to her again, pulling the chair for visitors out, a rich leather seat,"Grab hold of the seat and don't let go, until I tell you too"he waited, and since she took too long to respond he slapped her ass,"when I say you do something you do it immediately, is that clear?"walking over to his desk he picked up the cane and walked out of her view, "Keep your eyes front" lifting the tip of the cane he pointed out all the creases in her clothes, when he was done,"You may turn, now can you see your faults, if you want this job, you will be watched closely, and every mistake will earn you a spanking, with either my bare hand, or with the cane, on your naked ass, if this rule is too much for you, walk out the door now, and don't waste my time further, as you can see I am busy"his voice filled with disdain and disgust at having to point out the tardiness of the new girls dress, then he added,"and if you decide you want the job, you will receive your first spanking today for appearing here dressed like this, there is no excuse for being late and dressed like this" Shocked there was no other word for it, Maggie stood in front of Mr James and trembled she was terrified and completely caught off guard. Her eyes were wide her mouth was gaping she just couldn't believe her ears. Surely this was a joke, some strange set up, maybe he knew about her last employer being a sleaze bag......but there was something about his words and his actions that drove home what he was saying, Mr James was not joking. She looked down at her clothes and yes there were a few wrinkles but nothing too bad was he really that upset about her presentation and was she really late? She had thought she was on time, Maggie's cheeks burned, and before she knew it she was whispering"I am sorry Sir"mortified Maggie ran her hand over her skirt trying to remove one of the wrinkles that was now glaring at her screaming evidence of her failure to make a good first impression. Maggie took a shaky breath and swallowed as her eyes darted to the chair and then back to the cane. He was serious he wanted her to stand and receive a beating, she was alarmed her heart raced in her chest and she thought she very well may faint. But regardless of her discomfort she couldn't move, and she couldn't tell him to go to hell she was paralyzed. Mr James voice was so even and so commanding she felt her stomach roll every time he spoke, he was a very powerful man this was for certain. Then her hoped soared a little, he was going to give her a chance to make it right...did she want it? Maggie was so thrown by it all, she really did not know what to make of this. He pointed to every wrinkle on her skirt there were more than she realized, biting her lip she stepped forward and gripped the back of the chair. She didn't know why she had submitted to this why she was giving in, maybe she was tired of fighting off the advances of her bosses, maybe she just wanted to prove she could please him. At this point she didn't know, but she bent over the chair and simply replied"Yes Sir "she looked to him briefly and then back down to his desk. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her lips where dry anticipation surged through her body mixing with the fear. Lift your skirt Mr James tugged the hem of the skirt higher as she lifted her skirt, exposing her ass cheeks. Smiling, he liked the whiteness of her ass. Rubbing his hand over her naked cheeks, he lifted his hand away, making her waited, 30 seconds past before he brought his hand down, and spanked her ass, but after the first, he continued to spank her, both cheeks were rosy, as the blood rushed to the areas where each blow landed, 10 blows to each cheek. Stepping back, he took a closer look at hi handy work, looking to see the damage, walking to his chair, he sat and looked at the girl. You can leave know, but remember, everything will be monitored, your dress, your tardiness, you're spelling, in fact everything that makes me have to stop and correct you, will bring you to where you are now, do we understand each other? Mr James picked up a letter he needed to be typed out and slid it across the desk, You my go do some work now looking down at his desk, he got back into the work that he had been busy with before he was interrupted. Maggie was hesitant in her actions, she lent over the desk, and she lifted her skirt .why was she doing this!!! Her mind spun her inner conflict was raging at her to end this sickness now. She must be going mad, surly she was not, so jet-lagged and beaten down that she would allow this humiliation to continue. He slid down her panties and caressed her ass with his large warm hand, his grip firm and controlling. Maggie held her breath and felt her sex throb in response. Good god she was going crazy, she would not stand for this, why was she obeying she should storm from his office and report him or something. The first slap fell, and she gasped and held onto the desk to brace herself, she was shocked, but shamefully she was aroused the act caused her to lick her lips and to bend a little more god have mercy she wanted more. He slapped down again and Maggie whimpered, it stung and burned her bare ass cheeks, but her sex began to throb all the more she could feel her dampness grow with each slap. She felt so naughty, so vulnerable, yet empowered, so completely sexy. It was such a strange combination and like nothing she had experienced before by choosing to allow this by giving him this control she felt empowered and incredibly aroused. All too soon it was over she stood with her thighs apart bent at the waist wanting more she wanted to protest when he sat back down and when he said she could leave her heart sank.....until he told her she would be monitored, he was giving her the job. Standing she took the paper he slipped towards her and fixed her clothing. She looked at him and smiled"Yes Sir"and then left his office to find her desk and begin her new life in this small hick town. It seems to hold many surprises she thought to hers self as she sat down and began get settled. Looking at his papers, Mr James could not get his head back into it, he sat back, a smile spread across his lips, as he recalled the new girl, although tardy she had potential, she was beautiful, but also, she submitted to his punishment, in fact, from her reaction, she wanted more, she was a special one, his last loved his touch, but she was married, he didn't have a see a ring on her finger or in the file that Tessa sent him, and that presented lots of possibilities. Satisfied that Maggie was going to work out good, Mr James, picked up the phone. Hello Maggie, could you bring me a soda, no ice, and make me a sandwich, the stuff is all in the kitchen, oh, and if you could bring me the letter you have typed up so I can sign it, and you can post it. Looking over Maggie's file, he noticed the firm she worked for, and smiled, she was a big city girl, and from the looks of it, she had never been to a small town in her life, calling Tessa to find out more, she told him about her previous employer Dorian James CEO of J&J. Mr James had heard of this man before. The phone buzzed letting Maggie know it was an internal call, she couldn't help but smile as she answered"Hello Mr James, Yes Mr James right away Sir" what was getting into her. She had been humiliated, he had spanked her bare ass within the first few moments of meeting her she should be angry and upset, but she wasn't in the slightest. She shook her head and pressed the print key on the keyboard and then made her way to the little kitchen. It was only a small kitchen so it didn't take Maggie long to find a glass and organize a glass of coke and a ham salad sandwich for Mr James. On impulse, she slid and a copy of today's paper onto the tray and then went via the printer to fetch the letter. At the door to his office she paused took a deep breath and knocked twice before entering. Moving to his desk she placed down the tray and his drink and put the letter into his in tray and then stood back to see if he needed her for anything else. She did not say a word as he seemed to be concentrating on some paper work, and she knew it best not to disturb him. From her pocket she took a few slips of paper with messages from various landowners in the area all wanting to speak to Mr James. Maggie had taken as much detail down as she could and assured them that they would get back to the shortly, Mr James had been on the phone at the time so she had not wanted to disturb him, it seems to her though that someone was trying to buy up a lot of the land just outside of town. Having a sip of his drink, and taking his sandwich he ate it. Glancing up, he saw that Maggie had put some messages down, flicking through them, he knew exactly what it was about, and put them back on the tray. Taking the letter off the tray, he glanced through it, then set it down, opening his drawer, he pulled out a red pen, sighing, he circled some spelling errors and punctuation. This was more of an irritant, as it meant the letter could not be sent. Maggie, will you come to my office his voice was stern and flat. Straightening the letter at the edge of his desk, Mr James waited for her to enter, in his hand, he held a plastic ruler, a 5mm thick ruler, that he would use as a correction instrument. When Maggie had entered his office, he made her stand in front of the letter, Look at the letter, and tell me, do you see anything different? I expected a lot better from you, you come with a good reputation, even though your previous boss has little or no good words for you, human resources did have more glowing words of recommendation, however, I am not so sure Using the ruler he rubbed it over her ass, then told her to lift her skirt, For every red mark, you will receive a hiding. Now, how many red marks do you see?lifting the ruler, he brought it down on her ass, the crack of plastic against flesh resounding around the room, five more blows, and he was done, he set the ruler down in front of her, and for his own pleasure, he ran his hand over the red welts of her ass, gentle, as he felt the heat from her skin warm him. Go back, and does it right, and next time, for every mistake, it will be double, he went and sat behind his desk, making a few calls, from the messages that she brought, then got back to the paperwork, and files laid out across his desk, picking up the phone again, Maggie, is that letter done yet? Maggie had been eating her lunch when the phone buzzed again, she picked it up knowing it was Mr James"Yes Sir"she replied hesitantly before replacing the receiver. His voice seemed to have an edge to it and frantically Maggie was trying to consider what she had done that may have upset him. Placing down her sandwich she made sure her mouth was clean and straightened her clothes before heading towards his office, at the door she knocked twice and then entered"Yes Mr James?" she asked as she approached his desk. Her eyes fell to the letter and her heart sank, she could see the bold red marks he had made. It was clear to Baggy that she had clearly been so thrown by everything that had already happened today and the jet lag, that it was obvious her work had suffered. Maggie winced at the red marks, but not as much as when Mr James mentioned her old boss scorning her. Maggie's head flew up, and she looked at him her mouth open ready to protest, but what could she say....her boss was a slimy old man that tried to get in her pants at every turn....her cheeks burned, it was not like Mr James would believe her innocence after what she had allowed this morning. Sighing she lowered her eyes back to the page"sorry Sir, it was careless"she said in a soft dejected voice. Tingles shot down the back of Maggie's thighs as the ruler caressed over her ass, reminding her of the spanking he had given her this morning. Her mouth went dry, and she shifted from one foot to the other rubbing her thighs together, there was no chance of him believing her to be anything but an office tramp. Look at how she responded to his humiliation she could feel her damp panties and did not flinch or hesitate as he pushed her forward making her lean over the desk again and commanded for her to lift her skirt. Maggie complied she lifted her skirt and bent, she wanted his punishment, she deserved it."6 Sir I see six mistakes Sir"her breath was soft and breathy she was aroused and nervous, what would the ruler feel like, is that all he planned, and would he notice her arousal? All this went through Maggie's head as she bent over the desk her thoughts only broken by the secession of slaps to her ass that followed. The rule was placed on the desk in front of her eyes, her heart hammered in her chest as she felt him stand so close to her and his hand ran down caressing over her burning welts. Maggie closed her eyes and took a deep breath and tried to remain still. The spell finally broken by his command to do it again and as if nothing had happened he went back to work. For a moment Maggie had been stunned, but she quickly scooped up the letter and then went back to her desk to retype it, she was careful this time no mistakes she was sure of it. When Mr James buzzed again she smiled pleased with herself"yes Sir, I will bring it right in. Mr Worthy is also here for his appointment." Mr James was seated behind his desk looking over some files, clearly busy, so Maggie simply put the letter into his in tray and asked politely"excuse me Sir, did you wish me to send in Mr Worthy now or should I make him another cup of coffee while he waits?" Looking up as she placed the letter in the tray, the corner of his lips curled as he smiled, Ahh yes, please send him in his voice picked up. While Maggie left to go call Mr Worthy, he looked over the letter, delaying just a moment, until they entered the office again, then he signed it. Nodding to Maggie, Could you make me 4 copies, and send them to these people, urgent mail delivery, the addresses are in the file he handed her the file, and shook, Mr Worthy's hand. The meeting was regarding the development, and Mr Worthy had an important angle that cold help. With the information that he was waiting for, Mr James stood, and offered My Worthy a drink, walking over to the drinks cabinet and pouring him a single malt whiskey. A celebratory drink was shared, everything had fallen into place, just the way Mr James had hoped, and when Mr Worthy left, Mr James took the file, and left his office. Miss Hall, I have papers to file in court, I will be back shortly he looked at her desk, and was impressed at how neat she had arranged everything, without making a comment, but just a nod of his head. Just before walking out the door, he turned, Miss Hall, when I get back, I want you to come to my office, so you can tell me a little more about yourself, and who you are, what you expect from this job, and what your fears are, and I will explain more what I expect from you Maggie smiled brightly and took the file and the letter, obviously happy to have pleased him."yes Mr James, right away. If you need anything else just buzz"she then excused herself with a polite smile and nod to Mr Worthy and closed the door behind her. Quickly photo copying the letter 4 times, so that she could file the original. Maggie then double-checked the addresses on the envelopes before setting them aside ready to post, she would take all of them up to the post office as soon as she had a chance. Mr worthy had just left and Maggie was going to as Mr James if he would like her to do that now, but before she got the chance he was in the lobby files under his arm and heading for the door. Flustered for a moment concerned she would not get a chance to post them she listened to him and nodded before blurting"aah excuse me Mr James, just one thing, I don't mean to bother you, but I was just about to go and post the letters for you. But I can not leave the office unattended would you mind dropping them into the box for me?"she truly hoped he would see it as a sensible request and not be angry at her. "They are all ready to go, I have even stamped them." She was so uncertain of herself, in the city she would have just added the letters to the daily mail and some other office underling would have taken care of it. But of course in the city she would not have cared so much about displeasing her boss over something so trivial, what was coming over her? Why did she have such a huge desire to please him? Turning to look at her,"You mean to say you haven't called for courier to come collect?"he shook his head, looking at his watch,"It's too late now, lock the office behind you and rush to the center of town, and make sure it is sent today, and do it without delay"Turning on his heels, he headed out the office, not upset, but frustrated with himself for not explaining it to her, he was so used to having it done without having to issue instructions. Filing the papers in court, Mr James, crossed paths with fellow towns people, and addressed their concerns, taking the time to make sure they were at ease, he felt it was important, rather than having to address them individually in his office. It was what Mr Worthy had come to see him about and set up a small public meeting to address them. Seeing Miss Hall leaving the courier office, he smiled, knowing it would be sent on time. Heading back to the office, finally able to relax from the stress, after filing his papers, Mr James walked in, and looked at Miss Hall,"Miss Hall, will you bring something to drink for yourself, and a glass of coke for me into the office, I want to have that discussion with you"he walked into his office, and took his suit jacket off, and sat behind his desk, but now, it was a relaxed posture he took up, and waited for Maggie blushed, she felt like such a fool of course he had meant the courier, Mr James had said as soon as possible. It had just never crossed Maggie's mind that this small town would have a courier or that this office would use one. Standing up she followed him from the office the envelopes in hand, stopping to lock the doors. Stopping by the florist on her way back to the office she brought a bright cheerful bunch of different colored roses, reds, peach, pink, white, yellow. They were quite beautiful, and she thought would look lovely on the side table in Mr James office. It was just an innocent gesture of thanks to Mr James, for giving her a trial as his personal assistant. Maggie was confused by her emotions still, she was grateful to him for the job, but at the same time knew that spanking her for mistakes was wrong and that she should be repulsed, mortified and angry about it, to say the least, but she wasn't she wanted to know if it aroused him like it did her. Maggie unlocked the office and went to the small kitchen where she found a vase for the flowers, then she took them to his office and placed them on the side table with the thank-you card. She then went back to her desk, she tidied up some files and sorted out a few messages for Mr James just as he came back into the office. She smiled at him warmly and nodded her head in greeting. Listening to his request Maggie grew a little nervous but smiled"yes Mr James, right away"she hurried into the kitchen and fetched him a glass of coke and a glass of water for herself. She tucked his messages under her arm and headed to Mr James office. She crossed the room with a quick glance to the flowers wondering if he had noticed. Then she placed his coke on the desk and sat down in the chair opposite him holding her glass of water in her hands as she perched on the edge of the chair clearly nervous.

His Personal Assistant ( closed for Grant_S & Rayne_Clowd|rating:3.0

Starting Anew (Traveler and Bella)

Hallie Wilson slowly parked her car at the first day of cheer practice for a group of seven-year-old girls who would all be dressed in their community cheerleading uniforms, their ringlets pulled up in pigtails or ponytails and waving around their little pom-poms excited about their first practice. It was September, and while most places were already in the midst of football season, the community teams would only play six or so games before ending their season with a jamboree. Every child that participated would get a medal and there would be no winners or losers. At least not for the age group she would be working with. Stepping out of her cheap Alma, she grabbed the duffel bag in the passenger seat and then made her way toward the area specified for the cheerleaders with the pee-wee football team just a few yards away though none of the kids would be showing up until five for practice. Her blonde hair was swept up in a clip, and she was wearing a t-shirt with the name of the football team/cheer squad plastered across the front. The Bennet Seagulls with a bird of the same name just underneath the words and drawn in the color of teal. She took out the pamphlets for the parents and the list of simple cheers for the girls to learn and then a simple battery powered boombox in order to play music for the girls to learn the moves to. Glancing over at the football side, she saw a man prepping the football field and slowly turned back to a clipboard. She had come to Beaufort after a long trip from Texas, hoping that being so far away and in a completely new state would help. South Carolina was an inconspicuous state, not known for anything and Bennet was a sleepy seaside town, somewhere between Savannah and Beaufort with about two thousand residents all together. She just hoped it was far enough away from everything that she would never be found. It had taken her nearly a year of planning to get her, and she could only hope her tracks were covered. Movement close by made her lift her head and she gasped in surprise at the sight of a huge German Sheppard and nearly jumped a foot before sighing. "Well you have certainly scared me to death," she chided and then held her hand out for him to sniff before smiling and scratching his ear. "And where's your owner hmm?" Dropping her hand, she walked to her Duffel, pulling out her snack pack and then opened her palm, letting him eat a few pieces of jerky before scratching behind his ear. "There we go..." she smiled, kneeling close to him and then slowly raising herself up, wiping her palms on her faded jeans. Pee Wee Football was a blast. There was something about the enthusiasm, chaos, and total love of playing that came with coaching first and second-graders as they learned the basics of flag football. The little dudes (and curettes, though most little girls wanted to be a cheerleader) were what carried Andrew Reed through his tough week and made it all worthwhile. He had been a deputy sheriff in Bennet, South Carolina for nearly five years. The quaint little town spoke to his soul, and it helped him to avoid ever running into his ex-wife in southern New York state. Not that there was any reason for him to ever go back there, but he had promised her that he would stay away from her and let her, and their son, live in peace. It was complicated. He hated complicated. Complicated sucked. So now he was laying out the equipment before the parents and their little future football stars showed up. There was always the occasional over-enthusiastic high school quarterback who was now specializing in armchair coaching but for the most part the parents were gems. Andrew glanced up in time to see his German Shepherd take off and then post in front of a woman he had never seen before. The dog seemed to be making friends, but then the lady gave him something to eat and Drew got paranoid. He jogged over to where the two were interacting, irritated that his dog had broken protocol so easily. The dog was his partner as a sheriff, and he wasn't supposed to be so...approachable... to strangers. He wasn't supposed to be mean either, it was just that begging was entirely unbecoming of an officer of the law. When Andrew finally reached them the lady was standing up and wiping off her hands on her pale jeans. Drew looked rather casual that day; jeans and a black t-shirt were what amounted to his uniform for coaching the first practice. "I'm sorry," he said, slowing to a halt. "He's not supposed to beg like that." He gave the dog a stern look. "I'm very disappointed in you. What happened to decorum?" The dog whined and lowered his head as if he was ashamed of his actions." He's not going to do this again. Right?" He asked, looking back at his dog. "I'm sorry." He noticed her outfit and deduced that she was involved with the little girls in the cheerleading class. "I'm Andrew," he said, extending his hand. "Andrew Reed. I'm coaching the Bennet Pee Wee team." Hallie looked at the man as he came toward herself and the dog and then flushed as he scolded the German Sheppard for obviously not doing as he was told. As the man apologized and introduced himself, she gave his hand a shake and then bit her bottom lip. "Oh...don't apologize for him. He wasn't bothering me., I think he's a real sweetheart. I'm sorry... I shouldn't of fed him, he was just sniffing me out, and I offered him the jerky..." she said then looked at him, retracting her fans. "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Hallie... Hallie Wilson, local school teacher, new cheer coach..." she said then cleared her throat. "I needed something to do with my weekday afternoons and the Principal of the elementary school suggested taking over." She gave a gentle laugh then crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at the dog who still looked quite shamed." I hope he isn't in too much trouble. It's my fault," she said then looked back at Andrew Reed. The name sounded vaguely familiar, and then she realized who he was. "Oh. You're the sheriff..." she said. That was bad. The last person she needed to be hanging around was someone from law enforcement. What if he got curious, started digging, found out she was lying through her teeth. Inwardly, she shuddered. The very idea of Luke finding out where she was made her blood run cold. It was better she kills herself then let him find her. Luke was a man with a lot of money and a lot of influence with law enforcement. He would be hunting her down but with her hair dyed and wearing colored contacts, she just hoped it was enough to keep her hidden from him. "Sorry... I've... I've only just moved here. Well in the last couple of months for the teaching job and I saw your name in the paper a couple of weeks ago." She looked away and pulled the roster out of her Duffel and set it down on the small table. "Not much seems to happen around here if the headline is about how the gray paint is peeling in the town jailhouse..." she said with a soft smile. Andrew shook his head, a bit embarrassed at the way she said 'Oh. You're the sheriff.'" I'm just thedeputysheriff. A peon." He smiled. "Besides, that headline about the gray paint was my biggest career move yet." His eyes danced with mirth as he signaled to his dog to get up. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you Mrs. Wilson. And good luck with those girls. They sometimes look like they're more of a handful than my boys are." He waved bye to her and left her to her peace, taking the way she took the roster out to look at it as a sign that she was done talking. There were other signs too, including how her expression fell when she realized that he was a sheriff. Drew sighed. It was just as well. She probably thought of fleas and gunpowder when she looked at him, and most women who did like law enforcement were more into the uniform and the handcuffs then the reality of life as a LEO's wife. Soon the kids and their parents began to arrive, and before he knew it they were thick into the fun of learning to throw a kid-sized football and to pull the red tape instead of tackling. The kids looked way cute in their little football outfits too - it made him sometimes ache to think of what he missed with his own boy, but he just told himself that AJ was better off not knowing that his dad was still alive. Hallie slowly lifted her gaze as he departed, biting her bottom lip, hoping he wasn't thinking she was rude. Swallowing, she lowered her head and then blew out a deep breath. It was better this way, As a law enforcement officer he might well decide she was hiding something and dig deep and that was something she couldn't allow. As the girls showed up for cheerleading, she put on a smile, introducing herself to the parents and the girls as they arrived. After some stretching, she helped them learn the rhythm for a few simple cheers. The hour and a half practice flew by and all the girls went away happy and bubbly like little girls ought to be. A couple of them were even in her second grade class at the local elementary school. As they walked away, she packed up and then slowly walked to her beat up car, loading everything up before biting her bottom lip and then glancing back at the sheriff's deputy Andrew once more before slowly deciding to walk toward him."I want to apologize for being so dismissive earlier," she said, watching him. "I hate the idea that you might think I'm rude or something. I just... I'm not very good at..." she trailed off. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I came across...well...bitchy," she said then bit her bottom lip before looking down and finding her fingers twisting together in a nervous habit. "I could have been better about the whole exchange and seeing as we shall be seeing each other two practices and a game a week for the next six weeks, we should at least be on good terms," she said, hoping that her tone came off lightly and not panicked. The dog beside him was being obedient, but his head cocked to the side as she spoke as if he could read her inner thoughts. Drew shook hands with the Dr. Jones, the local dentist whose twins were on the team. As the doc and his much younger trophy wife walked off with their curly-haired boys, the deputy noticed Hallie walking over to him. He put the last few balls in the mesh bag and pulled it closed just as she started to talk to him. It was like she had read his mind. Andrew shook his head. "No, I'd never consider you bitchy. I thought that you just didn't like cops." He smiled. "It's okay; most people don't, especially since I'm a newcomer and most of the people in town have been here for generations." His eyes softened slightly as he took in her nervousness. "Besides, I don't want to make your boyfriend or husband uncomfortable. I get it." He picked up both bags of kid-sized football gear and started to walk towards the parking lot. His dog stood up and followed, his tail lazily sweeping the air from side to side." Don't worry - I didn't take any of that personally. It kind of comes with the job." Drew's blue eyes lighted on her. "By the way - that routine you taught the girls was really cute. It was nice seeing a new routine for the girls that didn't make them look like Beyoncé's back-up singers, if you know what I mean. It was nice seeing kids cheer in a fun, non-adult manner. I appreciated it." "You aren't from around here either?" She asked then swallowed and blushed as he complimented her. "Thanks. Call me old-fashioned, but I just think little girls should be little. They like barbie dolls and Disney princesses you know? They need to be cute, not sexualized." She brushed a stray blonde curl back, watching him and biting her bottom lip. "As to a boyfriend or a husband, I don't have either... I'm not in the market either..." She crossed her arms over her chest. "My last relationship, it didn't go so well..." And that was the understatement of the year. Lucas had been terrible. She had thought it was love between them. While they had been dating he had been so good to her, so respectful of her wants as far as sex. If only she had realized his true self before it had been too late." And it...it isn't that I don't like cops... I just. I'm not perfect at communicating. My mom always called me painfully shy, and sometimes I come off, rude or dismissive or nervous." At least that was true. Before she had just been shy, but now she felt on edge. She had been gone from Lucas six months and still felt as though he would pop up from behind a bush or something. Three months of traveling all over to try and ensure he couldn't track her, and another three setting up her life here with the rest of her savings had her hoping it was a permanent fix, but she couldn't be sure." I just wanted to apologize...if that's how I came off..." Arms crossed over her chest, the statement that she wasn't in the market for a boyfriend or husband... she might as well have a neon "NO" sign plastered to her forehead. Andrew took the hint." No worries, Hallie. Talking to me is a lot like second-graders. Speak slowly, use simple words, and offer a cookie and nap time as an incentive. Simple." He smiled, trying to set her as ease. "Friends then? I could use a friend around here. Maybe you could too?" Once they got past their awkwardness he paused, then pulled out his business card. He wrote his personal cell number on the back and offered it to her. "If you ever need anything give me a call. I'm pretty good at changing flat tires or fixing sinks too." He smiled and then walked over to his own vehicle, a2010 Ford Ranger that had seen its fair share of brush and forest roads, as well as the highway. When he moved to Bennett from Goldsboro it had been partially because of a bad girlfriend/breakup too. He didn't know if he could have called Starr his 'girlfriend' though; she had been a friend, and she was a girl, but... she seemed to attract dangerous people into her life. Drew wound up smack-dab in the middle of a biker gang war that had the lovely dance teacher as its nexus. By the time he knew that he had to leave, he had enough of the drama of dating to swear it off. Possible forever. "A friend sounds good to me," she admitted gently and then took his card slowly. "Thanks..." she said, looking at it before watching him leave with his dog. Blowing out a deep breath, she turned, making her way back to her Alma and sliding inside, sitting the card in her purse before driving off and going home. Home was a small two-bedroom house with only a couple of windows, a fenced in yard and on the end of a little cul-de-sac about six miles from the elementary school. The neighborhood was small and quiet and while the house was in definite need of repair, it was all hers, bought and paid for. After unloading the car and putting everything away, she rummaged in her purse until she found the card with Andrew's name on it and then bit her bottom lip before programming it into her simple twenty dollar Nokia phone. Until she got a few more paychecks from the school, the phone with it's prepaid minutes would have to do. Not that she would be calling anyone. Given the closed up community, it was difficult making friends, and it was made worse by her being painfully shy and closed up. Making friends, while not a good idea, might end up easing the loneliness she felt. Her only fear was that she might end up letting something slip and that would be very, very bad. It was a few days later when she saw Andrew once more for their practice. The girls had been practicing their routines and had come ready to work and have fun which had turned her evening into a good one. As she was cranking up to leave that afternoon however, the clunker she had purchased, decided it didn't want to run, and the engine refused to turn over. "No way," she grumbled, trying to crank it up again only to hear it sputter and die. "No... I can't afford to get you fixed," she told the car with a sigh and then pressed her forehead to the steering wheel. A whine made her turn to see Andrew's dog and she sighed. "Sorry boy, no treats today unless you can fix this damn thing," she told him then tried again but to no avail. Jerking her keys from the ignition, she got out and then moved to the hood, lifting it and checking. The starter was shot. Son of a bitch. Just what she needed. And with the parts store closed as well as any local mechanic, her car would have to sit here until morning. Damn it all. This was not a good day. Slamming the hood down, she glanced over at Andrew to see him still packing up and then sighed. "Um... Andrew," she called out and then quickly approached him. "I... I was wondering if you could possibly give me a lift home. My stupid car decided to quit on me and well... I think it's the starter and I won't be able to get it moved or fixed until the morning... I just...need a ride, if it's not too much of an inconvenience. Furthermore, I hate asking for a favor...but...my stupid car doesn't want to be nice to me this evening..." The sound of a car not starting was one of those things that most men recognized. Andrew glanced over and saw Hallie fighting with her Alma. Should he go over? She did cross her arms to him. It might make her feel stalked if he did. He kept loading up the truck as he listened to the sound of her car protesting. The *click-silence* as louder than any siren. Finally, she walked over to him, and he turned to regard her. "I'd be glad to give you a ride," he answered. "I have a tow hitch at home. If you'd like, we could pick up your car and take it to your mechanic or bring it to your house." He eyed her stubborn car for a moment. "Are you certain that it's the starter? You know a lot about cars for a girl." The last bit was meant as a tease, and his lopsided smile illustrated that as he unlocked the doors to his truck and opened it for her. "Besides, I told you that I'm here to help, right? I'm glad to be able to help out." "Very funny. My daddy was a mechanic," she said, her southern accent very apparent as she spoke, but she couldn't help but smirk. "I know the sound of a bad starter when I hear it. "I figure just leave the stupid thing here tonight. It isn't worth stealing and the parts stores aren't open until nine. Good thing tomorrow is Sunday. I don't have to worry about getting to work. Thank you," she said gratefully. Let me get my Duffel and all that... I appreciate it..." She stepped back over to her car, grabbing her Duffel, purse and keys, locking all the doors before making her way back over to his truck. She put the Duffel in the back before slowly climbing into the truck, watching as his German Shepard hopped into the backseat. After buckling up, she fixed her hair and straightened her t-shirt before slowly crossing her arms over her chest, rubbing her bicep as she looked out the window. "Thanks Andrew... I appreciate it. So very much... Walking ten miles didn't seem like much fun." There were those crossed arms again. If she wasn't purposely telling him to keep his distance, her subconscious was sure doing a good job of it! He started up her car and asked her where she lived, deciding to keep as low a profile as possible. As they drove, though, he couldn't help but offer to assist her further." I know a few things about engines. Maybe I could help you tomorrow after church?" He glanced over at her. "The early service is done by nine-thirty. You'd need a ride to the parts store anyway." Knowing a 'few things' about engines was an understatement. He had worked on APC's in the army for a while, when he wasn't jumping out of planes and trying not to get shot as he sneaked across borders. It was fun times. Yeah... fun. The German Shepherd looked over the seat back at Hallie and drooled on her good-natured. Abe gave a soft groan, and he reached for a tissue to hand to her. "Sorry. Haze is kind of a big, shedding, drooling, machine. He doesn't do personal boundaries very well when he's not working." He turned down Hallie's cul-de-sac and pulled into her driveway. Once he was parked and turned off the engine he hopped out to go around and open the truck door for her. "Oh I don't mind... I love dogs. Even big drooling ones," she laughed, taking the tissue and wiping the drool off of her. Once arrived, she let him open her door before hopping out. "Thanks.... I would really like the help tomorrow..." She smiled then glanced at the house before looking at him. "Do you want to come in? I feel like I at least owe you dinner for the ride home. I was going to make chili. Takes an hour or so, but I promise it's worth it." Her smile was gentle as she looked up at him and her stance a little more relaxed. Her crossed arms were more for comforting herself than as a defensive stance, a more subconscious thing than anything else." Haze can sit inside, I just got my AC fixed. Unless you have plans," Hallie added hastily. He stood outside the truck, hesitating over dinner. Was she just being friendly or... Haze woofed at them from inside the truck. Andrew drew in a breath. "That's really kind, but I should go. Maybe lunch tomorrow? I just don't want to impose, and..." He smiled. "How about I come by tomorrow at about ten? Unless you..." He pressed his lips together. "Want to go to church with me? Unless you have other plans." Those crossed arms again! Though she looked more like she was hugging herself this time rather than fighting him off. The huge German Shepherd jumped out of the truck and walked up to Hallie's front door. He looked back at Drew as if to say "But Dad - chili!" "Church...?" she asked. The idea of going to a place and praying to a God who hadn't answered her prayers didn't seem like the place for her. She had been a good Christian girl before she had gotten married and what had her faith gotten her, but a husband so mean and cruel that she still had the scars to prove it and years of hell. Seven years of hell in fact. "I... I think I'll pass on that. My faith isn't as strong as it should be, and I'd probably burn the place down if I took a step inside," she said after a moment. "You aren't imposing regardless. I was planning on making a big batch, freezing what I didn't eat, so there is going to be plenty. But I understand..." she trailed off, watching the dog Haze lopes out of the car and head to the door of her house. She smirked and then glanced back at Drew, walking to the door, and then digging for the key in her purse. "If you want lunch tomorrow, that's fine too. But I can't afford anything besides the dollar menu at the local McDonald's..." she smirked. "At least not until my next paycheck thanks to the car being a pain in my butt...." she smiled, finally finding the key and slipping it in the lock before looking at him. "Last chance. I make a kick ass chili. I am a Texan after all," she said then flushed and opened the door so she could sit the Duffel and her purse down, finding that Haze decided to come in at his own pleasure as if to say it's what he wanted for dinner. The living room was sparsely furnished with a twenty dollar television set and DVD player with a few rentals from the only redox in town laying on top. A scarred coffee table had seen better days, sitting between the TV and couch. The archway to the kitchen revealed a simple round four top wood table and immaculate kitchens with old gas stove with two ovens beneath it and a window surrounded by red checkered curtains. It wasn't much in the way of glamour, but it was home and the more money she earned, the more she could put into the house looking a bit more decent. "Can I at least offer you a drink for helping me home. Your choice of water, apple juice or OJ..." she said, glancing back at him. "Don't worry, your virtue is safe with me," she teased. Trying to be open and friendly. Did she come off as to friendly. It wasn't what she was after. He had been nice to her, and it was actually nice thinking that she had a friend. Even if it was a guy friend. He felt a little bit disappointed that she didn't want to go to church with him, but it passed as soon as she began to speak about chili again. Drew walked out to join her after locking his truck door. He trusted people, but he didn't want to tempt anyone. "How could I refuse Texas chili?" He smiled and walked in, grateful for the company and acceptance. Her house was very neat and tidy. She didn't look like she had a lot of belongings. Maybe she was recently divorced? It would explain the lack of pictures in her little home. "I'd love some water," he said, glancing around. "Would you mind some for Haze too? Otherwise, he might help himself to your toilet. It's one of his many bad habits, I'm afraid." He walked over to where she was in the kitchen, smirking to himself at her comment about his virtue." You know, I don't normally go into single women's homes unless it's to arrest them. This is a nice change of pace." He leaned against the counter and looked at her. "So, how do you like Bennet so far? Is it everything you'd hoped for when you moved here?" Haze spent some time sniffing around the kitchen and the rest of the tiny house before laying down across the entryway threshold. "I've got him covered," Hallie promised, walking to the sink. Using a bowl, she filled it with water from the tap and then walked over to Haze, scratching his ear as she set the water by him and then pulled a bottled water from the fridge for her guest. After washing her hands, she grabbed the necessary ingredients for her chili and then started to dice up peppers, onions and even bacon, leaving out the beans. "I'm glad to hear you aren't here to arrest me," she smiled then glanced at him as she chopped up an onion. "As far as Bennet. It's quiet. That's what I wanted. Quiet town, small, low crime rate and right near the beach too...it's a nice change...peaceful..." She swallowed and then looked down. "And... I'm sure I'll settle down in time. Get used to it. I love the kids I work with at the elementary school. They are sweethearts. No troublemakers yet, but then again, it's only the end of the first week," she laughed, preheating a Dutch oven pot on the stove and adding the onions and peppers, letting them sweat a bit before adding the ground beef and turkey she'd gotten from the market on sale. "My dream was to be an elementary school teacher, and now I am. I know most girls dream about being a princess or a ballerina or something like that, but I always wanted to be a teacher." She smiled fondly before looking back at the pot, giving the contents a stir before glancing at him. "Did you always want to be a police officer?" she asked him gently, opening the cabinet and pulling out her necessary spices, eyeing them as she poured various amounts of each onto the meat and gave it a stir as it browned. The room was instantly swept up in an aroma of spices from the chili, and she started to open a couple of cans of diced tomatoes." Did you grow up wanting to be an officer or was it just a job you found suited you when you got out of high school?" She stirred in the tomatoes and tasted before adding a bit more spices. He watched her cast her magic in the kitchen. She definitely knew her way around the chopping block. "Did I always want to be a police officer? No, no I didn't. I wanted to be an EMT. The army was going to help pay for my schooling, but then they figured out that I was perfect at repairing things and killing people. So..." Drew smiled. He supposed he'd have to tell her eventually. Sooner was better than later. "I'm divorced." He dropped his gaze. "I have a son, but he thinks that I'm... he doesn't know about me. He thinks that someone else is his dad, and my ex wanted me to promise not to contact him until he's at least eighteen." His smile turned sad. "So, anyway. I was up in Goldsboro after I got out of the service and that didn't work out, so I came here. I kind of fell into the whole sheriff's deputy thing."" But you're right. Bennet is a nice place to live a quiet life. It's ideal." She glanced at him as he spoke about his son and felt her own heart squeeze. "I'm sorry to hear about your ex and what she did... I... I'm divorced too..." She mused. In a manner of speaking. She would certainly file if she had a chance in hell of making it out of the marriage alive. Running away and disappearing off the face of the planet had been a more ideal solution. "Needless to say, it wasn't a healthy relationship..." Her cheeks paled a little at the thought. Unhealthy was putting it mildly. Giving the chili a final stir, she set it on simmer and covered it with a lid before slowly sinking down at the table and sipping on her bottled water. "What your wife did, as far as not letting you see your son. I couldn't imagine why someone would do that...it must be awfully hard on you....knowing...unable to do anything.... I can't...even begin to imagine the burden." Her stomach tightened." I...." She trailed off. "My ex was a pretty horrible guy. I thought he was Prince Charming. He had been so sweet and loving towards me but as soon as I said I do, it was almost as though a switch in his head had gone off. He changed. I tried to make it work. But... I couldn't. So I moved here, hoping for a fresh start..." it was enough information. Not the whole truth, but not a lie either. "It...it's nice, being on my own, though it does get lonely sometimes. Which is why I want to thank you for offering your friendship. It's nice, having someone to talk to..." Drew shook his head. "I'm not mad at my ex. She had her reasons. Uhm, I was gone before she knew that she was pregnant, and by the time I came home she had moved on with her life. AJ has a good man in his life; his dad is a good man." He smiled sadly at her. "I just... when I got back home I wasn't in a good place, so I think that she made the right decision to keep me away." After he heard her story about her ex he felt badly as well. Not because she had gone through that, though it was certainly sad. It was because his own wife had told him that he had changed. He supposed that he was paying his dues by being a friend to a woman who had been hurt by another man. Maybe he had hurt his wife as well, even if it wasn't on purpose. "It is nice to have a friend." He smiled. "Especially one who knows her way around a kitchen." Drew's smile widened. He raised his water bottle in a toast. "So. To new beginnings? A fresh start is always a good thing." He took a sip and looked at her. "No kids of your own? Do you have any family around here?" She smiled, joining him in the cheer before her smile faltered. "No....no family. And no kids..." She trailed off and then looked down. "I grew up in foster care...my dad was an alcoholic and my mom had died in a car accident when I was four. The last time I saw my dad was when he was asking my husband for a two thousand dollar loan....haven't seen him since. As much as I love him, his addiction makes it hard for us to be close." She took a sip of water, getting up and giving the chili a stir. "As to the knowing my way around the kitchen, well I was a garden variety housewife. Betty Crocker. I studied cookbooks. I really wanted that picture-perfect marriage you know. Husband off working, dinner on the table every night at six. Home life had never been something I had had before, and I just wanted to have the life you see in fifties television shows. It didn't pan out, but I did learn a lot about cooking the seven years I was married," she mused thoughtfully." Are you a man that survives on PB&J or bologna sandwiches?" She asked him with a smirk before settling back down at the table. Haze seemed quite content guarding the kitchen and she smiled. Maybe when she got the money, she could invest in her own dog to help ease the feeling of loneliness and fear that came when night fell. He felt horrible for her now; she had really pulled herself out of a bad situation to be here. "I survive on whatever I can get," Drew chuckled. "Despite the snazzy uniforms and shiny badges, sheriffs don't get paid very much." He watched her with the chili, and he noted how comfortable Haze seemed in the house. Usually he was anxious and wanted to do things, but here he was content. As if he noticed his master thinking about him the dog got up and took a long drink of water. Then he drooled most of the way back to his favorite spot in the house." So tomorrow; I can give you a ride to the auto parts store, and then if you'd like I'll help you switch out the starters. We shouldn't get into too much trouble out there in the park. If we do, I know a few people." He teased. "You might get special permission to do auto work in the parking lot." He was thinking that she'd be a great 'garden variety housewife'. She was pleasant to be around, though he knew that anyone could be nice for a few hours. It was difficult to be nice for too long if you weren't." Are you..." he glanced around at her windows and doors? "Do you feel safe here?" Andrew stood up and walked over to the windows. He examined the way she had them set up to lock and tested the latches. "We're a small town but... people are human." "Safe?" She asked, watching him check the door. Did she feel safe? No. But it wasn't because of the house though the locks could use some repair. It was something she didn't have money for after purchasing the house and car. "Safe enough I guess....if I get robbed they can have the twenty-year-old TV. I've been to busy grading papers to even watch it," she laughed and then took another sip of her water before looking at him. "I don't have anything of value. All the furniture was bought at a local thrift store. I spent my savings on the house and car, so I'm living paycheck to paycheck until I can save up to buy better furniture." She got up again, taking another sip of her water." And the plan for tomorrow sounds good to me. Your help would be most appreciative," she smiled and then walked back over to the pot and give it a stir. "I have a pack of phase 10 if you care to pass the time. I'm really, really good at it," she smirked. At her comment about not having anything valuable he smiled. "You have you. You're valuable." He jiggled the latch and decided that he was going to fix up her windows for her. It would have been remiss to not do so. He walked over to the table and sat back down. "Phase 10? Is that a card game? I'd love to play." The German Shepherd looked up, thinking that Andrew had said 'Haze' instead of 'Phase'. When he saw that no one was calling him he put his head back down and sighed." So, do you only play games that you're good at?" Drew was teasing, but he was also very curious about the lovely school teacher. She was the most interesting person he had met in a long time. "You know, one thing that I advise single women and the elderly to do here is to get a concealed weapons permit and to take the defensive shooting class the sheriff's department teaches. Not that you're in any particular danger, but... you can never be too safe." "It's a card game and of course I only play games I'm good at. Canasta, Hands and Feet, Bridge, but all of those are team games so you'll just have to settle for Phase 10," she smiled, grabbing the old deck from a drawer then coming back to the table. "By the time we finish, the chili should be plenty cooked through," she promised and then brushed a stray blonde curl back from her face and then began to shuffle them like a master dealer. After dealing out the ten cards, she looked at him and shrugged. "Unfortunately, I can't afford a small gun nor pay a hundred bucks for the Concealed Weapons class to get the permit. As much as I would like the chance of being able to arm myself, it's impossible unless I come into a lot of money soon. But I'll save up if it makes you feel better," she promised, adjusting the cards in her hands and making sure he had a phase card in front of him. "Know how to play?" she asked him curiously. Glancing at the great big dog that seemed quite content just to sleep. She'd make sure to make him a bowl of chili." If you don't, it's really simple. A set is a matching few cards, a run is like one, two, three four. Pretty easy, and it's really all how well the deck or the discard pile helps you out because you can draw from either...it's like a card game for ten-year-olds, but it's one of my favorites..." Hallie looked up at him, taking another sip of water. "I have to ask. Do you prefer Andrew or Drew? Maybe Andy?" "Sounds like Rummy," he commented as she dealt the cards out. "So I'm about to be sharked, hm?" He nodded in understanding when she said that she didn't have the money to take the classes or pay for the fee. That was one of the things he hated; the cost of the thing kept those who needed the training most from getting it. It was just another way the poorer class seemed to be kept from defending themselves against the gangs and crooks. He smiled when she told him that it was one of her favorite games and then asked him what he preferred. "Professionally I use Andrew, but among friends I'm more comfortable with Drew." He looked over his cards and shook his head. "And please, not Andy. Never Andy." He shuffled the cards in his hand to better places to organize them. "Is Hallie short for anything?" "No, I'm just plain Hallie Wilson," she smiled then gave him a smile before waiting on him to take his turn. "I wouldn't go so far as to say sharked," she laughed. "It's almost exactly like rummy," she agreed. "Oh let me grab a pad to keep points," she said, getting up, finding her steno pad and a pencil before returning and then looking back at him." Alright...you get to go first," she grinned at him and then brushed her hair back from her face again. Blue eyes watched him intently, and she kept an eye on the chili as well, not wanting it to overcook. "What sort of games do you enjoy? I'm a fine purveyor of board games," she smiled. "I'll play most anything, but I love Monopoly. Even if a game lasts four hours." Drew's smile quirked up at one side when she went to get her steno pad. "You're keeping points? Competitive...." He said it admiringly, though, as if he thought it was a good thing." Monopoly is okay, I do like that. Uhm, dominoes is at the top of the list. Is that a board game? Risk, Battleship - that's a childhood favorite. Of course, if we're going as far back as childhood then I guess Mousetrap would have to be on that list." His grin grew sheepish. He took a card and laid down some cards, and then it was Hallie's turn again. "What about fishing? Do you like to fish?" "Of course I love to fish. Deep sea and any old creek or watering hole you can find," she smiled at him and then took her own turn, having the first phase already set and laid it down before using a skip to go again. After discarding, she shrugged. "It's a nice way to spend the afternoon, but I prefer using worms to crickets. Bugs," she said, wrinkling her nose. "What can I say, I'm a little girl inside even if I am 27," she laughed and then took another sip of her water before glancing at the still simmering chili. "So what do you do on your day off in a town like this. There's always the hour commute to Beaufort or Charleston. I haven't actually explored there, but I hear the historical districts of both are just beautiful. Even in the winter time. History is something I thoroughly enjoy. Maybe when my car's fixed I'll take a Saturday up the highway to be a tourist..." she smiled. The fact that she loved to fish boded well for them. As friends, that was. He liked to fish too. "Well, I haven't really explored them either. Maybe we can go together some weekend." He played his turn and took another drink of his water, watching her to see how she played her cards and what her thought pattern was." If we go on a day trip then Haze can stay home. He's pretty good on his own, and sometimes I think that he would appreciate the break." He saw her glance and offered to stir the chili, figuring that she should be able to rest a little bit. As a teacher she was always on her feet, serving others. It might be nice for her to get to be served for once. And not in the legal sense." Usually on my days off I work on my home. It's an old farm house that needs a lot of work, but it has good bones. So most of my extra money goes into repairing it and making it fit to live in." He stirred the chili and then set the spoon aside, on the little plate that was set out for it. "Haze and I run together, sometimes we fish, or just hike around. There are not a lot of distractions out here, I'm afraid." "Maybe we could," Hallie agreed thoughtfully, watching him get up and stir the chili. It was a nice surprise, and she smirked as he talked about what he and his dog did on their off days. "Well the beach is nice. I've never lived close to the beach and the water is beautiful and only a mile's walk from this house... But hiking sounds like fun too. I don't mind that there aren't a lot of distractions. I'm a grown woman who doesn't need a movie theater or a bowling alley or anything like that. It's so much quieter than it is in Dallas..." she mused then flushed as she mentioned where she was from. A small slip up. Shit. What if he started to poke around in missing cases in the area? Hallie had to be more careful. Her gaze moved to Haze who was still situated in his new favorite spot and smirked before looking back at Andrew. "Do you enjoy working with the kids on the football team?" she asked him. "You're not at all like the peewee coaches back home who try to ingrain how important being good at football is. Of course, in Texas, football is a religion second only to Christianity. It's nice seeing kids practice without fear of getting railed at for a small mistake. I never did agree with that sort of tactic in teaching kids a sport. It should be for fun..." she nodded then took a sip of her water once more. He gave her a smile as she talked about her previous city. It was nice to see someone who appreciated the quieter aspects of life. "Yeah, I was in Houston when I enlisted. I completely understand how living in the city can make you cherish the quiet of a small town." Drew walked over to her front window and looked out for a moment before returning to the table." I love working with the kids. Thank you for that; you know, sometimes I think that adults put too much importance on a kid's game. It should be fun, not some bid to be in the pros when they grow up. There are so many other things that are so much more important." He took a sip of water and looked at his hand of cards. There was nothing to it - he was going to get creamed." I wish I had gotten to spend those young years with AJ. He was almost eight when I saw him for the first time, and it's been years. It would have been nice to have watched him play ball or learn to ride a bike." Drew laid a set of cards down to try to score points. "I guess I think about that when I'm working with the tykes. They're only young once; might as well make it a good experience." "That's how I feel. The world isn't all roses you know. But a kid should be a kid. People that push their little ones to be perfect, I can't stand it. A child is imperfect, but they all have skills for them to shine..." She shook her head. "They need people to believe in them...not push them in the direction they think is right." Hallie put down her phase before discarding, still with three cards in hand. "I didn't have a childhood. Not the kind a kid should have and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. The girls on my little cheer squad deserve a chance to be a kid, not sexualized because of music and such. Girls need good role models. Not child stars turned strippers. Those are the types of girls who didn't have a childhood. And putting so much pressure on a kid for playing ball doesn't help..." Her eyes watched him and she smiled. "I haven't known you very long, but I'm sure you would have made a great daddy for your son... I'm just hoping that if I ever have children, as slim as the possibility is, that I can be a better mother than I had examples of growing up in the system..." Shrugging, she waited on his turn before drawing a card and then laying it down on his pile before discarding so she was left with two cards in her hand. "I'm sure you'll do fine," Drew said. As he played he began to get a feel for the card game, but his mind wasn't really into it. He was thinking about her car and how to fix it tomorrow. "If you're anything with your own children like you are with the kids out there, then your kids will be blessed to have you as a mom." He looked up at her and noted the focused look in her eyes as she considered her cards. It was really kind of cute; he didn't get to interact with a lot of women, but right now Hallie was acting like a guy sitting at a poker table. She was really getting into her strategy, it seemed." So, do you have any brothers or sisters?" It was an innocent question. He was just trying to get to know her, but it might have sounded nosy if she was suspicious.

Starting Anew (Traveler and Bella)|rating:4.0

Fall From Grace __Qt-petcleric__

The church had always been a strong influence in the kingdom, it had come to save it from destruction one hundred years ago. The recent time it had seen a decline mostly due to the late king being keen on separating the politics and religion as much as possible. He had succeeded to an extent, however such things had happened in the past as well, it was a constant struggle between the two organizations. The death of the king less than a year ago gave the church new reasons to take back their loss of power. The current situation was dire, tensions at the borders, the lack of rain causing crops to have low yield and the young queen was having much trouble holding together the ruling caste. The head priest, Gallup, knew that if the queen was wanted to secure her foothold on the throne, away from her siblings and other noble houses then she'd need allies, and what better place than to look for an old institution that lost much of its power over the recent decades but still commend influence in the courts and among the citizens. He was a well-mannered man in his Middle Ages, quite young to be promoted to this position, but the church seeing their loss of power had decided to be tried new things. He was taller than average with short blond hair and a relatively average face, not unattractive but hardly handsome. Furthermore, he thought of going to talk to the queen, but decided that if she was to come to him, he'd have the advantage. After her father's death Celeste ascended to the throne. Though she was barely 20, and she had brothers, older and younger, and sisters, her father had names her his successor. While no one had immediately protested she knew it was coming. Her age, her gender, her skill. It would all come into question unless she had allies. While the royal guard was on her side, they would fight for whoever was ruler. She needed the support of most of the noble houses and at least one social institution. Before her father separated the church from state, she had been quite the pious child. After the separation the royal family could not be seen favoring the church, and she was forbidden from attending. This would be a chance to change all that, though. Her carriage took her to the church. The guards stood outside to make sure no one entered as the gray-eyed, platinum blonde queen entered the church, garbed in a paired down version of her court dress. Her crown adorned her head as she glided down the aisle of the church she'd loved so much as a child. She needed to speak with Gallup. Her pale skin practically glowed in the light filtering in from the stained-glass windows, her ample bosom held up by her corset as she sought an audience with the high priest. Gallup was delighted to see the queen's visit to them, indeed this was a chance to mend their relationships, the two really did need each other. However, the head priest was looking for more than just having an equal partnership, he knew that the Celeste needed hi more. After all most considered the church's influence dwindling and would leave it alone. Celeste could lose her life if she came out unfavorably in the courtly battles. He had always had a thing for beautiful women and Celeste had been one of the finest that he had set his eyes upon." We are honored to have a member of the royal family, the queen herself visit upon our humble church." He said, bowing together with the other high priests, many of them older than Gallup himself. He began to lead her to the guest hall, many fruits and refreshments already prepared for her. Furthermore, he would need to choose his words carefully, place the blame of the current state of the kingdom on the lack of faith was the best way to get her support, especially if he was allowed to then implement certain policies with her approval. Celeste had never enjoyed having people bow to her, but she had to get used to it as she was now the sole ruler. So she smiled and followed Gallup." It has been so long since I was here. I've missed it." The queen was seated and hoped Gallup would join her. She had more to say, but she would wait for him to continue the conversation. After all, showing one's hand too early was less than intelligent. He quickly ordered some of the female acolytes to attend to the queen, having her sit in the most comfortable chair and then preparing the food for her." You've always wanted to serve the kingdom like we did before, after all it is the will of our deity." He said to her. He paused for a moment before asking some more sensitive questions. "Your expression shows that you are... somewhat concerned, perhaps with the current state of the kingdom? Uncertainty in for the future?" He asked. Celeste accepted the aid of the acolytes, but only as a formality. She would not eat what was offered. Still, she sat upright and listened intently to his words." The people are my greatest concern, yes. You understand, then, what the others don't?" She would've continued, but she waited to see his answer. Many had called her an idealist when she suggested the people should be the priority. Until she became queen many of her siblings openly mocked he. But she truly did believe that a good monarch put their people first. Gallup considered his options on what to say... It seemed like he could convince her." Right now the drought is having quite an effect on the crops, it is one of the primary issues people have right now. "He told her." Your brothers and sisters no doubt want to see you stumble in this regard. "He said." I think if we were to set up and ritual... We may alleviate the issue. "He suggested. Celeste blinked. "What sort of ritual?" She vaguely remembered the time before when her father was religious. "To summon the rain?" The queen chose not to let his comments about her brothers and sisters. It wouldn't be against to have a will change. He looked at her. "Come with me. The ritual will be prepared as I explain to you." He said to her. He stood up and began to approach her for her to follow him before he and a few acolytes followed." The deity is unhappy about the lands' abandonment of him and is in turn choosing to abandon us... you must urge him to come back and bless up with much-needed rain." He said. "I have chosen a few men to participate in the ritual, they will be blindfolded, masked and will be put in a trance. Your job... as the queen is the milk them of their seed." He explained to her, the church has many times used such tactics to urge nobles and royals to debase themselves, though such things were well-kept secrets in the halls of the church." Are you willing to do it... for the people and the land?" He asked the young queen, appearing completely serious. Celeste followed obediently at first. Her steps were light. It made sense that god would abandon them. Her father had not been kind to the church. Open worship had been discouraged, though not punished, and royals and nobles were discouraged from attending or banned from doing so. At the mention of milking these men for their seed, Celeste stopped dead in her tracks. She had no idea how to do such a thing. She hadn't even seen a man's genitalia before. This was part of the reason her father chose her as his successor, she hadn't been tainted or distracted by such things. It began to dawn on her that, perhaps, this was the true reason Father had tried to take the power of the church away. Her eyes widened, face whiter than white with shock." Gallus, there must be some other way. Why milk then for their seed? What will that accomplish? Why would that please him?" Her questions were rapid, frantic, but he would notice she wasn't saying no. He knew she would resist, but he was not going to back off. Smiling at her, the head priest shook his head. "It is how the ritual is set up for generations." He said to her. "If we try something else, how will we know if it would work?" He asked her. He of course didn't have to do this but a chance to see the Queen naked and on her knees sucking was simply too good to pass up." Are you ready to continue, or you wish for me to stop the ritual preparations? "He asked her. Celeste looked down, shivering slightly. Did she want to risk being wrong? What if this was a ritual thathadreally worked for generations? If she did, this would her people be able to eat again? Would the crops be plentiful? She couldn't risk being wrong. No matter how much she hated this, no matter how much she wanted to strike him for evenconsideringthis... if this was the way it had to be she would do it. The queen bit her lip. "I-I will do it for the people," she whispered, slowly beginning to walk again, catching up with him. "If this is the only way, I will do it for my people." Gallup held back a smile as she agreed, he himself had to get in on this so he had her directed by another priest while he and a few of the men got changed into shorts and wearing a mask to be the so-called chosen ones to represent the deity. She herself had to change as well, into very skimpy clothes that left little to the imagination. She was led into a room with a small circle of men of six of them... all of them having just their shorts on. There is also an outer circle with men and women alternating, they were having a slow chant." You may begin when you are ready." The priest told her. This was insane! She didn't know how to do this? Her pale skin was marred with a blush as she entered the circle and knelt down. How did this work?! She had never seen a penis before. This wasn't what she was prepped for. The queen knew she had to do this for her people, so she pulled down the shorts of the first priest. She'd been told she had to use her mouth. Celeste leaned up and licked the priest's rigid cock. Immediately, she wished to recoil, but did not. This was for her country, her people. Slowly, she fit her lips around the shaft and began to suck on it, hating the taste. She could use her mouth and hand, as she was unlikely going to be able to handle all of them at once with just her mouth. The man moaned in pleasure as he seemed to look in her direction, of course he was blindfolded so couldn't actually see. The chanting became louder, and she was now left alone with the six men in the inner circle who waited for her to attend to them. She moved, pulling down the shorts of the ones on either side of her, beginning to stroke them as she sucked on the one in front of her. Soon, she has to turn so she could begin to pleasure another. It wasn't long before she had developed a rhythm, switching every so often. She wasn't sure how long she was to do this. She hated the taste of each person more and more as she went, but didn't stop. This was for her country. The men moaned when she sucked on them and stroked them, they stood as still as possible but did sometimes thrust their cocks into her mouth when they couldn't hold it back. Of course the higher ups in the church knew this was simply a ploy to humiliate the queen in the name of the deity." Ahhh..." One of the priests moaned as she sucked on him, his hands moving to settle around the back of her head as he began to pump his cock into her mouth. Celeste's eyes widened, and she tried to move back. This wasn't supposed to happen!! Weren't they under hypnosis?! She thought this couldn't happen! Her hands closed tighter around the two cocks in her hands and squeezed, her grip becoming firm, but not painfully so, as she tried to pull back. The priest had his hands on her head, holding her in place. Her muffled cries of protest didn't breach the noise of the chanting. The flimsy clothes they'd dressed her in slipped, revealing her DD breasts, quite firm, though her nipples were not erect. Her body wasn't showing signs of arousal and, without the aid of both hands free herself from the priest who had begun to fuck her mouth, she was stuck. They were meant to be under hypnosis but of course they weren't, but even if they were nothing stopped them from fucking her face like how God wanted them to. The men behind her began to grope her... Rubbing down her back and some hem going to grope her well sized breasts, their touch was slow and quite erotic. The priest in front of him began to pump into her faster now as he was eager to reach his climax and cum in her mouth. Celeste tried to struggle, continuing to make noises of protest, panic seeing in as she began to be groped. She let go of the cocks in her hands and braced herself against the priest currently fucking her mouth, trying to push him off of her. Instinct, the flight response, had activated. Saving her country or no, she needed to be done with this. This wasn't right. Luckily for her the man didn't keep at it for a long time, eventually pulled himself back a little and then soon cumming as he shot his load into her mouth. Around her the men continued to grope her, she had finished one of the men, but still have give more to take care of. As the cum filled her mouth, Celeste gagged. It was a horrible taste, to say nothing of the texture. Still, she tried her best to swallow as much as she could, a good bit of it running out, coating her chin. She wanted to leave, wanted to end this now. This couldn'the a ritual! But the other five were close in around her, and she would've cried if she didn't steel herself. The queen took the next priest in her mouth, one in each hand, and continued to pleasure. She still doubted this was as they said, but the more the groped her the further down the nearly sheer wrap fell until it was around her knees and she was, more or less, completely naked. The clothing she had on was more of less off her now. The men did seem rather slow in things they did, not eager to grope her, though of course that was to simply give her the impression that they were indeed controlled by the god when it wasn't. As she continued to suck on the next priest the man seemed to be softer on her than the previous man, letting her set the pace. Then perhaps they were controlled by god... This one didn't grasp her like the last one had. They weren't exactly being rough with her. Though, as she went Celeste was getting the hang of sucking. Now she was taking the priests deeper into her mouth, her lips closed around their shafts as she applied suction, her tongue lightly tracing as they went in and out. She switched, getting back into the rhythm of what she had initially begun. Part of her still cried out against this, and she really would've rather not done it, but if this was for her country... Her flight instinct had calmed, no more panic in the queen as she moved. If this was a ritual, she'd see it through to completion. This man certainly was less aggressive, he moved his head as if looking at her, even though he couldn't actually see her of course. He moaned louder, the priests and nuns on the outside were worried that she may call an end to it, but now she seemed to have stabilized as she continued to suck on them. The man didn't cum before he pulled back, and another one replaced him, he was more forward but wasn't rough with her, just occasionally pushing his cock into her mouth. Celeste began to find herself enjoying this, though she kept telling herself she hated it. It was disgusting, gross, horrible, she was only doing it for the country. ... But there was that little bit inside her that was growing that didn't mind the taste so much anymore, that kind of enjoyed moving her head up and down. Her body was starting to show signs of arousal. Any of the priests groping her breasts would feel that her nipples were now erect. This new one was interesting. Slightly wider, though no longer, than most of his brothers. Occasionally, when he pushed into her, she made a bit of a gagging noise, but that was mostly because she was unprepared. It looked like she had calmed down a lot. This new man didn't hold on for too long, but he did insist that he cum on her, pulling his cock out of her mouth and then moving her hand around his sizable length, urging her to have him unload onto her face. The other men simply stood there...waiting for their turns. Celeste did as she was directed. This was all part of the ritual, right? She gripped his cock and stroked it until his seed spilled upon her face, though she flinched, closing her eyes. It splattered on her cheeks, her nose, and she let go of him after the last jet of hot cum landed upon her. As the next man came to her, she took him in her mouth, stabilizing herself against his legs with her hands as her pussy weakened, and she began to take him all the way to his base. The man would cum soon as well, she had done well to arouse them earlier and some of the men were already stroking their cocks. The ritual was drawing to its final stages where it was in her best interest to milk as much seed from them as possible. The chanting that had died down earlier began to rise up in volume once more. She finished two more rather quickly until she found herself sucking on Gallup's cock. He was quite large and she enjoyed his taste. Though Celeste was unaware of this, she had begun to moan as she had him in her mouth. This would create vibrations as she continued. Her eyes were closed. It was obvious she was enjoying this. She had let one of the priests spill his seed upon her breasts and drank the other's down. As Gallup was the stand in for the god in this ritual, she wondered where he would spill his seed. With the other men unloading on her face and on her breasts, now the final man left was no other than Gallup, he was quite interested in seeing how she would perform. She had sucked on him in the beginning when she was rotating, but now she had gotten a hang of it, she seemed much better than before. He moaned as he left his large cock in her mouth, eventually shooting his load into her mouth as he came in her, filling her mouth with copious amount of his seed. Her eyes went wide as the seed filled her mouth and spilled down her throat. This time she drank it all down and cleaned his quickly softening cock of anymore. It seemed like the ritual was winding down, but she stayed on her knees, uncertain of what else might be required of her. She would wait until she was told it was done. He pulled back, holding back a smile, it wasn't every day that someone got to see the princess naked and covered in cum. The priest came forth to take the princess away along with a few servants to help her wash up in the bathroom. Gallus smiled after she had left. He would need to make sure to get his influence to make sure the crops actually show growth, this way it would be no time for Celeste to come back. Celeste was cleaned and dressed. She said nothing to any of the priests as she left, and she went into her carriage and was swiftly taken back to the castle. She spoke to no one about the ritual, though she did mention she believed the country would change for the better. Thus, it did. Crops seemed to flourish. The people rejoiced. There was food again. While some posited that their god had made the change, others credited the new queen. In reality, this was simply a game being played by very influential people. The queen's siblings had to back off now that she had more favor with the people. The noble houses grumbled, but some of them actively sided with her. Her power was growing, and she did as she could ease her people's plights. However, there was still unrest at the border. As it appeared that the god had done all that was good for them, she returned to the church, once more seeking an audience with Gallup. A few weeks later, the crops grew a lot better, the drought seemed to have ended, and the complaints volleyed at Celeste had died down, she had overcome her first hurdle and her siblings saw that they lost an opportunity to take her down. She had more support in the court now, though many were still skeptical of her. The borders were in unrest though, another issue that needed addressing. Gallus smiled when she returned, no doubt ready to ask for his help once more, he would be able to carry out his plan with her. Eventually the church would be even more influential than it ever was, once they take control of the queen. Celeste smiled at the high priest, approaching him. "I apologize for doubting the ritual. It's clear that it worked and god smiles upon us. I was... coming to seek your council on the troubles at the border. It is clear that god can look upon us with kindness. He is mighty. He could help us." Gallup looked at her. "I have to apologize for the last time. After all usually I don't push people to do rituals so quickly, but I thought that you needed some urgent." He said to her. "Come this way." He said, leading her to the room to relax once more." If you could... do you wish to tell me your experiences of last time, during the ritual and afterward?" He said to her, his voice warm and friendly. Celeste shook her head. "Gallup, I would prefer not to talk about that. It's a rather... personal discussion and..." Again, the queen shook her head. "No, I do not wish to tell you my experiences." A blush was upon her cheeks and she couldn't look at him. How could she admit that she actually liked it? He looked at her surprised. "Of course this is not compulsory." He told her as he smiled a little. "I just want you to know it'll help us with rituals in the future." He said as he ate some fruit." Border problems. We may need to actually take an army there... After the ritual of course. "He told her. "Y-Yes, I'm willing to help with rituals in the future. Do you need me today or shall I leave so you can perform it?" The queen watched the priest's face anxiously. "Last time we have rushed it. This time I will tell you what would happen, so you're ready. " He told her. "You will be with three men pit in a trance, and they will take you in various manner. Are you willing and ready to give up your body for God?" He asked her. Celeste wasn't sure about this... Give up her body? Give up her virginity? Still, it was for her country. The last ritual had worked. Why would this one not? Slowly, she nodded. "Yes, yes I am." He smirked at her. He was the high priest, and he was going to be the one to fuck her first this time, meaning that Gallup would take her virginity, and he wanted to be the first to screw the queen. "I will need to get ready." He told her. She was given skimpy clothes once more, this time very sexy and lacy, used to enhance her curves and her breasts. This time the men weren't blindfolded, merely wearing a mask and Gallup along with two other men were in a large room with bed in the middle, all three of them were sitting there and waiting for the young queen to satisfy them "for" the nation. This time was different. No chanting, no blindfolds. Celeste hesitated before she took a tentative step toward them. They didn't seem to move so she approached the nearest one and took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking him as she looked up, into his eyes, from her place on her knees. The men were still very restrained, not showing obvious signs of interest in them. Gallup knew the accountability would be gone if he were to have his men act eagerly and fuck her. That didn't stop their cocks from getting hard though. The men once again didn't say anything, simply watching her as she worked on them. After she'd gotten them all erect with her hand she began to suck on them one by one. She recognized Gallup's cock and paid a bit of extra attention to it. After all, he tasted the best out of all of them and she trusted him. Gallup noticed that she paid more attention to his cock, she definitely seemed to enjoy sucking on him. The two others moved over and began to grope her, slowly playing with her breasts while Gallup pumped his cock in her mouth. Once he was hard enough she was positioned on her back with Gallup spreading her legs, ready to take her virginity. There was fear in her eyes, but she did not flinch away. Her pussy was only slightly wet, and she gripped the other two cocks while she prepared for Gallup to enter her. Would he spill his seed in her? Would God protect her from the possible pregnancy? He moved forth and then lined up his cock against her pussy, he saw that she wasn't quite ready yet and decided to pull back and then use his fingers to tease at her folds, slowly moving and out of her slightly to make her wetter. The two others were delighted that she didn't let go of the two large cocks in her hands. It wasn't long before her pussy was very wet, indeed. Celeste let out a pleasured gasp, and he would know she was ready. Her hands stroked the cocks she held, but her gaze was locked on Gallup as he was about to take her. He teased her a little longer before he pulled his fingers back to replace it with his cock. He lined his shaft up against her pussy as he then began to slowly push into her. His hands reached over to hold onto her breasts as he started to push into her. She began to gasp and pant, her pale skin stained with a pink blush. It didn't take him long to hit her hymen, and it was then she began to worry. Her pussy gripped his cock, massaging and squeezing it. Her hips wanted to buck forward. But if this tiny layer of skin was broken... She would no longer be a virgin. Pleading was in her gaze as she stared up at Gallup, pleading that he would be gentle. He was gentle, pushing deep into her pussy as he moaned in pleasure, his cock only stopping once he was completely in her. He began to pump into her slowly. He grunted in pleasure as he slowly plowed Celeste's pussy. (sorry about disappearing)The queen gasped, then moaned as he entered her fully. Her eyes slipped closed as she continued to stroke the cocks on either side of her. Her hips rocked with the rhythm of Gallup's thrusts, and she turned her head, taking one of the men in her mouth. The head priest pushed himself into her again and again. She seemed to be loving it as he screwed her pussy again and again. The men were simply watching at this point and were surprised at her taking in one of the men's cocks to suck on it. Celeste's moans grew louder, even muffled by the cock. The faster Gallup went the more urgent her sounds became. Something was building inside her, and she wasn't familiar with what it was. Still, she pulled one cock out of her mouth and turned her head, beginning to take the second. The man eagerly pushed his cock into her mouth to have her suck on it as the head priest continued to tale her. Gallus was moaning louder now as he approached his climax, his shaft shoving deeper into her tight folds. The second man moaned in pleasure as he took her mouth. Suddenly, her pussy convulsed and a flood of juices came pouring out. Celeste gave a cry that was muffled by the cock she still sucked. Some sort of delirious euphoria spread through her at the action, and she began to suck with more intensity, jerking the one in her hand as her orgasm subsided. Gallup continued to pump his cock into her as she came. She might have reached her climax, but he hadn't yet. His moans became louder though, definitely approaching his peak.Meanwhile, the man she was sucking on soon found it hard to hold himself back as he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed and cleaned his cock before turning back to the other man and beginning to suck him again. At this point she likely wouldn't notice if they didn't seem like they were in a trance. In that hazy state where she couldn't tell exactly what was going on, she was simply enjoying herself. It didn't even occur to her that if Gallup spilled his seed inside her, she was likely to get pregnant. Gallup sped his thrusts notably as he took her pussy, pounding deep into her as he moaned in pleasure he was eventually unable to hold back as he screamed in pleasure... Overflowing her womb with his seed. The second man soon did the same as he came in her mouth. Again, she drank the cum, then laid, exhausted, on the bed, her eyes half lidded as she came down from the euphoria. She'd just had sex for the first time in her life. This was part of a ritual, of course, but her pussy was still pleasantly sore. Her breaths came in the form of panting. A sheen of sweat covered her skin. Gallup looked at her, now she had been fucked properly, but he wasn't done with her yet. One of the men laid down and tried to position her on him. Gallup had taken her virginity, and now he'll take her anal virginity. She let herself be positioned, not entirely sure what was next. But the queen was in such a haze. She moaned as the changing positions caused some of the cum to dribble out of her pussy, coating her asshole. The man beneath her pushed himself into her, moaning in pleasure as his cock pushed into her tight pussy. The other man meanwhile moved in front of her to push his cock into her mouth. Of course that was all insignificant compared to Gallup moving his cock against her back entrance, his cock still coated in their combined juices as he lined his shaft against her ass and then began to push into her. Celeste cried out around the cock in her mouth, vibrating it. Her back arched as pleasure she'd never imagined exploded from her asshole. She pushed back against Gallup, the sphincter stretching to allow him access. It was a painful pleasure but one that excited the queen. Her moans took on an almost animalistic quality as he continued to push into her. Gallup spread her ass as he pushed his cock into her, he moaned loudly in pleasure, her ass was even tighter than her pussy, he moaned as he began to slowly pump her, now the queen was filled with three cocks, one in each of her holes as they began to fuck her. So full... So full! Her mind was gone as she fucked against the three men inside her. She was moaning, and it wasn't long before she came again, the pressure of the two lower holes too much for her to take and not cum. Three big cocks filled her tight pussy, ass and mouth as the three men began to move, luckily for her, they were taking her slowly, pumping their shafts in and out of her as they moaned in pleasure, Gallup started to speed up fucking her ass after she was more accustomed to his cock plowing her most forbidden hole. Celeste did not stop riding the two below or sucking the one in her mouth, progressing in her technique as she used her tongue to pleasure the head of the priest's cock while it was in her mouth, her pussy hungrily milking the cock that filled it and her ass seeming to emulate her pussy. The first and second man took her much slower than Gallup was, who was pounding her ass now. He wished he could talk to dirty to her, to tell her how much of a slut she was, she had been a virgin just moment ago, and now she was taking all three cocks at once. The man beneath her groped her breasts while the other man pumped his shaft into her mouth Her nipples were erect and her eyes closed as she came again at Gallup's pace. It appeared the queen liked anal more than any other form of sexual pleasure. Her pussy gushed, and she took the one priest down her throat as she moved her hips, so Gallup had a better angle. The man leaned up to suck on her nipples while still pounding her. Gallus made a note of how well she took his cock in her ass... he'd have to arrange for her to get fucked in that place more. Sadly for him, he couldn't hold himself back for much longer as he eventually shot his load into her tight ass. The two men lasting longer but eventually giving way to her milking mouth and pussy, three jets of seed filling her. As she was filled she moaned and relaxed. This was a feeling she hadn't realized she was missing before. The queen was in a blissful delirium. Her holes clenched, trying to keep the cum inside and her mouth swallowed. All three of them came in her and came hard, now she was left on her as the men all pulled back and let her have a bit of time to rest before the female acolytes came over to usher her to wash herself and clean her. Celeste realized there was something she was missing as she let the acolytes wash and dress her. She wanted closeness someone. She wanted string arms around her, and she wasn't getting that. Furthermore, she would need to find a lover, but even if the men wanted to cuddle her, it would betray the nature of the ritual. After she was washed up Gallup requested to have another talk with her, perhaps to arrange closer cooperation with her, to send some people into the castle. (so many typos in that last post of mine...) After she was washed and dressed, Celeste went to meet with Gallup, a blush still fresh on her cheeks. Her eyes were, noticeably, pointed downward. She didn't know if the priest knew what he has done to her and there was a question in her mind whether this would cause a pregnancy. "Are you okay?" He asked her as he smiled at her. "You performed very admirably." He said to her as he stroked her hair a little." I'd like to send a few of my priests in. They will help you advise you. "He said to her." I could go if you want. But I am rather busy. "He said to her. As he stroked her hair she leaned into his touch and inadvertently let out a light moan before she remembered herself. "Th-Thank you," she stammered. "If you have to go I understand... I-I shall trust whomever you appoint." "You could rest here for as long as you wish." He told her. "Though if you are busy you are free to go back." He told her as he gave her a smile. They gave her refreshments again, she was the queen after all and the best was always given to her. She smiled as she was offered refreshments and actually did partake in then this time. This was the first time she did. "So that ritual will curry God's favor for our troops at the border?" "The deity is very happy with your performance and devotion." He told her as he nodded at her. Of course that did mean the church would have to follow up on this, but he knew that an army couldn't always be successful, as long as they come out better, the queen would have nothing to complain about." What would you do now your majesty?" He asked. "I need to return and send reinforcements to the border," she stated. Her tone said she knew what she was talking about, her body language said she wouldn't mind doing another of those 'rituals' again. "Do that then your majesty." He told her. He prepared for the two priest to act as his eyes and ears when it came the happenings of the castle. He himself prepared to make sure that the queen had more rituals lined up. Celeste nodded. She returned to her castle along with the two priests. As soon as she was able, she met with her generals and gave her orders. Reinforcements were sent. While the day wore down, she searched for a man servant who she would find suitable. After dinner, she found him. A handsome man, well-built with dark hair and honest eyes." Accompany me to my room," the queen ordered, her voice soft. Mark was a man that entered the castle recently, he was a young man selected to do the labor work around the castle. Handsome and tall, the man was quite muscular, he could pass as a warrior even if he hadn't trained for fighting in his life. He nodded. "Yes your majesty." He didn't know what she wanted but obliged, she was the Queen after all. She led him to her chambers. "Help me undress." After her door was closed and locked she began to undress with his help. Once she was in her undergarments, she began to undress him. Mark was taken aback. This was a dream situation, serving the Queen this closely. Lucky that he had washed his hands earlier. The young man nodded before going over and then began to pull down her dress, his hands touching her skin." Like this?" Mark asked. Celeste smiled and continued to undress him. When he was nearly naked she led him to her bed. "Lay down. You're going to hold me." Perhaps she would sleep with this one. He might become one of her favorites. For now, she only wanted to be held. He looks very surprised when she was undressing him, he of course he didn't object. His inner shorts had a bulge as his cock was hard. He went forth and readied himself before hugging and holding her. The priests had fucked her, but never gave her warmth for afterward. Celeste nuzzled into him and sighed in contentment. "Tell me your name," she murmured, her head resting on his chest. The heartbeat of another person soothed her and the warmth and strength of the snuggle. His cock was hard even if he knew he wasn't supposed to. He held her softly while he answered her." Mark, your majesty. "He said to her as he laid there. "Mmm... while we're like this call me Celeste." Her fingers traced down his chest. She could see he was hard, and her hand slipped into his shorts, beginning to stroke his cock. "Are you sure your majesty?" He paused then going back to her." Yes I shall call you Celeste. "He said to her as he began to touch her, stroking her softly. Celeste moaned. His cock was so stiff, so large. Yes. He would become one of her favorites. She leaned up, beginning to kiss him (her first kiss) as she stroked him. He of course was afraid to do anything... not unless the queen instructed him after all. He kissed her on the lips gently and rather passionately, he wasn't completely in control of himself, it wasn't every day he got to be in bed with such a beautiful woman." You majesty?" He moaned out as she stroked him. "When we're alone in this room you are to call me Celeste," she whispered, her lips close enough to just barely touch his ass they moved. "Fuck me, Mark. Make love to me. Fill me with your cum." "My apologies..." It was going to take him some time to get used to it. What she asked of him next made his eye widen even further. "If such is you desire your.... Celeste." He corrected himself this time. He positioned her on her back before going forth to undo his shorts revealing his large cock before he moved it over to her entrance. Celeste moaned. "Yes. Make love to me!" She let him maneuver her. Quite happy with his size, especially as seemed larger than many of the priests, she gladly spread her legs, pussy wet and waiting for his entrance. Mark pushed his cock into her pussy before he began to fuck her slowly with his rod, he was very slow with his thrusts... especially in the beginning. He moaned in pleasure as he began to slowly pump her, slowing plowing her pussy, for his size he was rather gentle. Leaning forth he began to kiss her on her lips while his hands over to her to hold onto her waist. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, glad for the slow pace. As his lips meet hers she kissed him passionately. The room was filled with her moans and pleasured cries. Here arms wound up around him, pulling him closer. Her pussy massaged his cock, squeezing him, begging him to fill her. "Is this to your liking? Celeste." He said to her as he began to speed up his thrusts into her pussy. His strong hands went to her butt as he rubbed her ass while his large cock plowed her. "Yes!" she moaned as her back arched and her last began to convulse. "Oh, Mark, you're so big! You're going to make me cum! Faster! Go faster! Harder!" With her order, Mark Began to relentlessly fuck her, screwing his cock deep into her folds. He was soon on the verge and screamed as he came in her. He had come but was still wanting more. She came as he did, moaning loudly. "Use me, Mark! Use me until you're satisfied. You're sleeping with me tonight." The queen was happy to be with him. He was strong, kind, and had a very large cock. He smiled. While he wanted to serve her as his Queen, with her giving him the go ahead to do as he wished he would take advantage of it." Suck my cock then, Celeste.... Show me how much you love it. " Celeste immediately moved and took his cock in her mouth. One inch at a time, the shaft disappeared into her until she was at the base. There, choking on his cock, she looked up at him. She hoped this was to his looking. Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down, using her tongue to enjoy his taste as she went. His cock was large and thick, a length that'll take her effort. He moaned in pleasure as he pumped his cock against her mouth. From his moans he was enjoying it a lot. "Suck my balls." He said to her, now the servant was really taking charge. She reluctantly pulled her mouth off of his giant cock and began to kiss, lick, and suck his balls. She hadn't expected to enjoy doing it, but it caused her further arousal, and she moaned as she sucked. He was taking charge of her and, on some level, that made her so turned on that she almost wished she were the servant and he the king. Right now it wouldn't be far to describe him being treated like a king. He groaned louder in pleasure as he was licked. He soon guided his cock back to her mouth once more and pushed into her and this time he intended for her to suck him to completion. She sucked him readily and eagerly. Celeste took him down her throat, moaning as she bobbed her head, licking up the precut that dripped from his tip. Her pussy was wet from the act, but she had no intention of making him cum inside that hole again this night. He moaned louder in pleasure as he continued to pump his cock a few more times before he finally couldn't hold back anymore. The young man screamed as he came again, shooting his load into the young queen's mouth. She sucked until he was finished, swallowing it, and cleaning the cock before she pulled off of him. Celeste smiled up at him but didn't immediately say anything. In a way she hoped he'd continue to be in control. He watched her as she swallowed all his seed, and now he felt quite satisfied, but he still wanted more, his cock was still quite hard." Mhmmm... let me take that sweet ass of yours." He told her as he tried to position her in doggy style, indeed he wasn't relenting his control yet. She let him position her and angled herself for easier entry. "Yes, my lord," she moaned, very much into this power reversal fantasy. He smirked at her, knowing this was all an act, but he gathered that the queen loved being dominated which was why she went along with it all so well. He guided his cock against her back entrance now. Holding onto her with one hand he began to thrust his cock into her.

Fall From Grace __Qt-petcleric__|rating:2.0

Retirement Will Kill You (Becca & Mahes666)

Andrew Maine(had been a long day. He was two days shy of his 50th birthday, and had barely slept the night before. There was no helping it. An open contract had gone wide, and he just happened to be in the right area to cash in. Now that all preparations were in order, all he had to do was wait for the target to get back to her hide-hole. It had been a long week. He probably shouldn't have taken he knew job. He had finished his previous job the day before, and that one had kept him occupied for a few weeks. Single-handedly taking out every dealer of one of the cities largest gangs took more time than he expected. Gangs were a close-knit community. Once he had killed the first ten, the others started going to ground. And when he dug them up, they were always ready with different degrees of firepower. A few had even run to the police. Killing them inside county lock-up had been exhausting. At least he hadn't needed to kill any cops. Well... he was pretty sure anyway. It had been a long month. One of his houses and been blown up. His ears still range sometimes from being a little to close to the C4. It had only been a streak of luck that he had stepped out for his first cigarette in a year. It had not taken him long to find the bomber. Apparently one of his previous marks had a dangerous friend. He hoped the friend didn't have more friends. It had been a long year. He wanted to make it to early retirement. He had jet set around the world taking every contract he could get his hands on. It was his own fault for wasting so much of his money over the years. This time, he had a financial advisor investing the paychecks through legitimate businesses, while only keeping enough to purchase the bare necessities. Occasionally he had splurged for brand name peanut butter though. It had been a long decade. So many bodies. So much blood. So many cries for mercy. A tide of death left in his wake. None of it had ever used to bother him. But then his doctor had told him he needed to quit drinking. Something to do with his heart. Little did he know that his drinking had been the only thing keeping his conscience plugged up. Andrew Maine didn't know what to do with a guilt. It hadn't gotten in his way. He had proven that with his record-breaking year. But it had sure as hell made him tired. The nightmares woke him up almost every night. Why hadn't he started drinking again? What good was a healthy heart if his soul seemed to be dying every day? Why in god's name had he taken another contract? This mark was different from most. Perhaps a challenge to find, but no challenge to kill. She was some sort of gang leader's ex, now on the run. He didn't know the rest of the story. Maybe she knew something she shouldn't. Maybe she said something stupid. Either way, someone was willing to pay top dollar to wiper her out. So here he was, ready to do just that. Maybe afterward, he'd be able to sleep. He doubted it though. It had been a long day. (long had she been running for already? Three months, perhaps. Maybe two, but definitely no less. She was exhausted. Hadn't been able to have a good night's sleep in god only knew how long. More than anything, though, she was terrified, paranoid, looking over her shoulder constantly, jumping at the mere sight of any shadow which wasn't supposed to be there. In the dark lurked danger, and it was not just an imaginary monster as when she had been a kid in her parent's house, but rather a very real threat. Charlotte Miller had messed up, big time. And not three months ago, when she had escaped her abusive relationship, but rather 5 years ago when she met him. Vitaly seemed like a great guy. Sure, he was a bit head-strong, stubborn and jealous, but her 16 year-old-self found it alluring, found it attractive. He was handsome, and 10 years her senior. He was rich as hell, as well, though at first, she had not known where the money came from. Now she did, sure she did, and that was the problem. Young Lottie had begun dating him in a whirlwind of passion and had left her home six months later to live with him instead. Her mom was a mess and her stepdad a drunk, and she wanted more than anything to be out of that toxic environment. Oh, how foolish she had been. That environment had been uncomfortable and perhaps mildly abusive, but what was to come proved it was heaven on earth compared to life with Vitaly. The first year of their relationship was magic, pure bliss. He showered her with affection and gifts, he kept her like a princess in an upscale apartment downtown. She wanted for nothing. Clothes, pets, jewelry, anything. They made passionate love every night. It was incredible, the life she thought would last forever. It didn't. At first, he was just jealous, possessive. Then Vitaly slapped her for the first time. They had gone out to dinner, and he had not liked the look she gave some random man at the bar. He had called her a slut, slapped her, and slept in on of the guest's room that night. In the morning, he had flowers and chocolates and apologies, and she forgave him. Then it happened again. Slapping, jealousy, flowers. Over and over. The slaps got harder, until he hit her with a closed fist for the first time. Then came the kicks. Then the constant screaming, then being forbidden to leave the apartment without him. And then... then all hell had broken loose. Lottie got pregnant. She was happy again. A child! He was joyous with glee. He'd be a father! For three months, everything was perfect. He did not lift a finger on her, lavished her with gifts, they imagined the names their baby girl or baby boy would have. She had wanted to leave him for so long, but perhaps this was what he needed to finally change. Finally become a good man. The mob twisted people's perception of what was right and wrong, and he was the son of one of the most influential Russian mob's leaders, a man who could kill a man for giving him a dirty look. But Vitaly had changed, and everything would be alright. And then that dreadful night. Vital arrived home drunk, on drugs. He was in a foul mood. She said something she shouldn't have, though she could not, for the life of her, remember what it was. Then the beating started. She cried out, reminding him of her pregnancy, but he did not care. If anything, it seemed to anger him further. He kicked her on the belly. Hard. Then on the face, almost breaking her nose. Then on the back, face again, and so on. It seemed to last forever. She was sure he was going to kill her... but eventually he stopped, stumbled into bed and fall fast asleep. She sobbed in the bathroom that night, alone, as she bled. Furthermore, she did not need to go to the doctor to know her baby was dead. That had been three months ago. He had allowed her to leave the apartment to go to the doctor, and she had never come back. She had run, with just enough to survive. Robbed him of more than a few dollars to be able to hide without being seen, buy a new identity. A good fake, but a fake nonetheless. In time, they would find her, she knew so... but she needed to try. Lottie was so tired. Exhausted. Afraid. Alone. She had never felt more alone in her entire life. She spent almost all day long, every day, every night, locked in different motel rooms. Furthermore, she sneaked out quietly to buy food, looking around with the fear only a battered woman could display. Furthermore, she was a beautiful young thing, that was for sure, even when trying to hide and seem invisible. Her hair was long, a rich shade of brown which seemed as soft as silk no matter how she wore it. Now it was falling down her shoulders, trying to keep her face invisible by looking down at the pavement, clutching the bags of groceries in her tense hands. Her skin was almost olive-toned, and spoke volumes of her middle-eastern heritage. Her grandmother had immigrated to the United States decades ago, marrying a Yankee. Furthermore, her bright russet eyes stared around with paranoid glimmer in them, the kind of look someone on the run could easily assume. Her body, even beneath the oversized hoodie and dark jeans, was noticeably curvy, yet not stout. She was round in all the right places: a firm buttock, perky and proud breasts, shapely legs. Her stomach and arms, though, were pert and trim. After all, Vitaly always insisted she keep a good figure. She had to be pretty for him. Little did she know there was truly an assassin already stalking her. She thought she had managed to hide well enough for now. She walked toward the motel room, trembling in fear even when she did not notice the impending danger, and wanting nothing but to disappear into thin air and become invisible to all around her. Andrew Maine(it, he thought. Just look at her. She's a fucking kid. He watched her through a rifle scope on the rooftop of a nearby bodega. It was broad daylight, her pace was slow and steady from heavy grocery bags, and the street was relatively free of other pedestrians. The only real precaution she had taken to conceal her identity was baggy clothes. The Hood had a difficult time keeping her hair in place. The shine to her hair contrasted the drab surroundings like a glittering diamond. He had her dead to rights. A hit man found on Craigslist could handle this. So why hadn't he pulled the trigger? He lowered the rifle when she finally rounded the corner that would lead to her motel room. He tried to tell himself that his hesitancy was related to the job being "too easy." Surely she had hired hit men of her own hidden amongst the homeless of this shitty neighborhood. He knew better though. He had done this sort of thing for too long to miss a threat while on a job. The only dangerous thing around was him. Except he wasn't that dangerous if he couldn't shoot the gun. He sighed. With casual care, he disassembled the gun and packed it into the case. He put that case in a duffle, and then slung the duffle over his shoulder. A few minutes later, he climbed down the bodega's fire escape, clad in clothes that made him look like a blue collar factory worker a little down on his luck. He considered lighting a cigarette on his walk over to the motel, but decided against that too. He didn't understand that either. Smoking and completing a job. They were habits, weren't they? Why was he breaking them? Then again, maybe he was just delaying them. He'd prove that after breaking down his mark's door, shooting her in the heart, then having a cigarette. He doubted all that would make him feel any better, but at least he'd feel normal. That would be a good thing... right? He sighed. He found the door easy enough. From his prep work, he knew the owner hadn't sprung for anything more than basic locks. One kick would be all he would need. Normally he would wait for night, but there was no point. The motel didn't have cameras, and any passersby had likely skipped their latest dose of Zyprexa. Maybe she had a gun in there, but she wouldn't be ready use it when it counted. He could tell that just by the way she walked. He wouldn't even need to put the duffle down to finish this job. Furthermore, he instinctually brushed his sidearm under his jacket and took a step back to kick the door. He sighed. For a reason he couldn't understand, he knocked instead. "You in there, Charlotte? My name's Andrew. I was hired to kill you, but I'd rather not. Can we talk about it?" He couldn't be sure it had been him talking. But now that he had said the words, he started to grasp why he hadn't taken the shot or had his cigarette. He didn't want to be the man he was anymore. Apparently he hadn't seen a mark when looking at her. He had seen someone who had decided to risk her life to escape something horrible. His life had been horrible, and he had basically escaped it. But instead of letting it come to a slightly early end... he had taken another damn job? After a lifetime of doing terrible things, did it matter if you did something right on the last few days? He couldn't say. Big questions like that were beyond assassins. At the very least, he was willing to bet those last few days would matter a lot to those that lived instead of died." Oh... please don't run or try to shoot me." (had not been in her room 10 minutes, when she heard someone knocking. Immediately she jumped to her feet, tense and alert, and ready to break out sobbing just about any second now. Lottie considered bolting out the window when she heard it. A masculine, confident voice, surprisingly non-threatening. His confession was terrifying: he was here to kill her, but he did not want to do it. Could they talk, he asked? For a moment she considered this could be a trap of some sort. A way of messing with her head before actually blowing it to pieces against the wall, scattered brain bits forever staining the wallpaper. She thought about running, about grabbing the knife she carried around and hiding, she thought about screaming for help, she thought about a million different possibilities in a span of a few seconds. In the end, though, she did none of those. She decided on the one course of action she would never have dreamed of taking while on the run. She walked toward the door, and slowly opened it, coming face to face with the man who had been hired to kill her, to make her existence come to an end and allow her ex-boyfriend to regain his pride after his bitch of a lover walked out on him. Why did Lottie do it? Because there was nowhere else to run. She knew it. If this man was sadistic enough to mess with her head like that before killing her instead of getting over with so easily -since she knew for a damned fact that she was an easy target-, well, then it would be her loss. She would be dead sooner rather than later. But if there was any truth to this man's request, if he really wanted to talk, if he really had something to offer her, or some help to grant her, it might as well be her one and only chance to ever walk away from this whole mess alive. So she opened the door. She looked up at the older man standing behind it, her dark eyes weary and red from the sobbing she had been unable to gulp down all through the day. She was composed enough now, at least she was not crying." So... you want to talk to me?" She asked in almost a whisper, moving aside to let him in. She bit her lip and closed the door behind her, noticing her hand was certainly trembling by now "I didn't hope to get too far before someone found me. I knew I was living on borrowed time ever since I left Vital... Did he ask you to try and talk to me into returning before killing me? Because I'm not going back, I don't care about the consequences anymore" Andrew Maine(tired assassin was pliantly surprised to hear his mark carefully open the door. Perhaps she hid a weapon behind the door, but based on the look in her eyes, he doubted she could use it." So... you want to talk to me?" He nodded her way as she opened the door enough for him to step inside. He let the large Duffel drop to the ground as soon as he stepped inside. It was filled with weapons, tactical gear, and a lunch box... so it made a noticeable clatter." I didn't hope to get too far before someone found me. I knew I was living on borrowed time ever since I left Vital... Did he ask you to try and talk to me into returning before killing me? Because I'm not going back, I don't care about the consequences anymore." Andrew removed the faded wool coat that he'd bought of a homeless man to best blend in. Beneath he wore a simple flannel shirt and loose fitting jeans that added to his illusion. He stretched just after tossing the coat onto a nearby chair. His broad back strained against the fabric. He had picked up a shirt that had been half a size too small. But then again, it was hard to find shirts that fit is tall and athletic physique." No, your contract was simple removal. Real good pay for the effort needed." The words came out a bit too casual. He needed to remind himself that he was talking about circumstances for ending her life. "Sorry," he said after an awkward silence. "Don't mean to scare you more. Normally don't talk much, let alone to my marks." He took a step back as a symbolic gesture for meaning her no harm. "Don't ask why, because I'm still trying to explain it to myself, but I'd rather you didn't have to die. To stop that, we have a couple options. Figured you'd like to weigh in." She stood anxiously as he removed his wool coat and fidgeted with an expensive engagement ring she still wore. Why, she did not know. She should have sold it, but was afraid she would be easier to find if she pawned it. Perhaps she was still holding on to the good times, to the times she had been happy. His clothing was so odd. The wool coat looked like something a homeless man would wear, his shirt just a bit tiny for his obviously muscular frame. But he did not look homeless or poor or anything of the sort. He looked weathered, perhaps, but there was a confidence in his stride. Lottie bit her lower lip tightly when he mentioned the pay. Sure Vital had offered a damned fortune to take down the bitch that walked out on him. His male ego would not allow for anything like that to just slip." It's alright..." She muttered, shrugging quietly, looking incredibly confused "I already knew this was coming... I just really wished it wouldn't"She inhaled deeply, her breasts moving beautifully along her deep breath, and she nodded. What did she have to lose, after all? So Lottie sat down awkwardly and placed her hands over her lap." I mean, I kind of have no choice but to believe you. I know there's a bounty for my head, knew the moment I stepped out the front door... Furthermore, I... Furthermore, I won't ask why you're doing this, and it might sound odd, but I don't even care. There is sometimes kindness in people you wouldn't expect, kindness that never appeared until suddenly a lightbulb is turned on, and they see the darkness they are locked away in, the shit they've done and lived through. I think that's what happened to me, that made me run away even if I knew I would be dead meat soon enough"She looked up at him quietly and then nodded once more, tilting her head to the side." So, what... plans did you have in mind, Andrew?" Andrew Maine(appreciated someone who could appreciate and accept when something unexpectedly good happened. He also appreciated that she didn't feel the need to press him about his reasons. It was tough enough to reason out all the reasons to himself, let alone explain them to another person. All in all, he was already impressed with how she was handling a dangerous situation. A regular civilian would be either screaming, hyperventilating, or otherwise devolving into a primitive brain state. He wondered if she was more than a gang boss girlfriend. Taking a fresh look at her though, he doubted it. Despite how composed she was, she was still young. Not too young that he didn't admire the way her chest strained against that tight shirt..." So, what... plans did you have in mind, Andrew?" Now that things seemed copacetic, he took a moment to make himself comfortable. After a brief look around the ratty motel room, he realized that might be asking much. With a shrug, he grabbed a nearby folding chair and sat in the chair backwards with his legs spread. Leaning forward on the back of the chair, he started to explain. "The contract on you is open, which means anyone can take the job. Even so, with the money your former beau is offering, it'll draw some of the most dangerous. Maybe people half as good as me." He twirled his head to crack a kink out of his neck before he said more. "You can bet they're using all sorts of tech and backtracking to follow your trail, so the run and hide tactic won't work much longer unless I can get you completely off the grid without leaving any tracks. To do that, I need to get you to a friend of mine so that we can change your appearance, and get you a new digital identity." He scratched the stubble of his chin for a moment while he considered this idea. "We might avoid notice on the way there, but we'll need to take every precaution just in case." He raised a brow as if just remembering someone. "Oh right, I said we had options. I guess I started with the one that makes the most sense. The only other option would be to take kill the man who green lit your contract. I could do that... but while waiting for me to finish, someone else would probably kill you. I suppose you could come with me, but you're not trained for something like that." Realizing he was starting to think out loud, he stopped talking so that she could have time to digest and respond. She listened quietly, attentively to his words, not interrupting him even as she fidgeted. He clearly was a man who knew what he was doing, and it would behoove her to listen as carefully as she possibly could. So with a series of soft inhales and long exhales, she soothed her nerves enough to simply sit there, hearing his plans and staring intently at this man who, for some unknown reason, was offering to save her life. At least she managed to keep her cool until the very end. Until his second pitch came about. Then she leaned forward, pursing her lips and holding her hands tightly together before her lap, staring straight into her eyes." Both" She replied almost frantically but managed to breathe in to compose herself somewhat "Both, please. Help me hide, help me gain a new identity. I don't have anything to pay you with, except this damned engagement ring and some jewelry which is... expensive, but I'm sure not as expensive as paying for a mark such as Vital would be. Then take me with you, to kill him. I... I know I'm not trained. But I need him to fucking pay for what he did. I need him to... suffer. He's a monster, Andrew, he did... unspeakable things to me"She instinctively moved one of her hands to her belly, unclasping her hands and a tear rolled down her cheek before she even realized she was crying." I was pregnant, he knew I was, and he still beat the shit out of me. He blamed me for losing his baby afterward, for bleeding. I hate him" She gulped down and darted her tongue over her dry lips, never once staring away from him "Please. Train me to know how to fend for myself, to learn how to kill that bastard. I know you don't owe me a damned thing, but you are also refusing to kill me for reasons I don't think even you understand, so perhaps... perhaps you might find it in you to do this as well. I... Furthermore, I can give you all the jewelry I have and the money I stole from him, I know it's not much. Furthermore, I'm willing to do anything, everything you ask of me. Just please... please help me get back at that bastard" Andrew Maine(listened to her story with a Stoic expression. He was not shocked to hear what people like her boyfriend would be willing to do someone who pissed them off (or just because they felt like it). What did shock him was to see how well she was handing everything? It would have been perfectly reasonable if she had curled into a fetal position and waited to die. An untrained girl her age... she shouldn't have been able to go out into the world with a price on her head and do things like shop for groceries. He blinked several times when he realized the full scope of what she was asking for. He figured she'd jump at the chance to run and hide with his protection. Furthermore, he didn't expect her to ask to learn to fight back. That idea would be... complicated. He cocked his head and looked her over with a new clinical appraisal. Despite being filled out in all the right places from a certain perspective, she did not look or move like she could handle herself in a fight. Perhaps she had a head start on cardiopulmonary endurance, but she'd require excessive training to keep from getting killed. But that was just a matter of time and effort. What really mattered was whether she had the resolve to mentally and physically transform herself into a killer. Technically, anyone had it inside them, but it took dramatic events to bring it forth. The last few years of her life certainly counted. They would just have to find out if she would stay the course after starting down it. It wouldn't be easy. Not for either of them. But nothing truly worth having should ever be easy to find." I'm afraid you can't afford me," he finally answered with the barest bit of mirth. "Lucky for you, I'm about to retire, and have literally no plans for what to do with my time." He stood up, and took a glance around the room. "No point sticking around here though. There are likely others on your tail even now.” He stepped closer to her and brushed at her hair. The gesture was not any kind of advance, he simply needed a tactile assessment. "You got something other than a Hood to hide this hair? We need to do a better job disguising you when you go outside again." His eyes flickered down at her generous bust, obvious to anyone and everyone no matter the sweater. "And do you have a sports bra?" She lowered her gaze as he assured her she could not possibly afford him. Lottie bit her lower lip so hard it turned white, knowing she could not say anything to solve that fact. She had told him so, and offered... everything and anything he wanted in return, but if that wasn't enough, well... what else could she say? His next affirmation, though, made her look up at him in surprise and clear relief, a sigh leaving her as she remembered to breathe." Oh, thank you... thank you so much" She muttered, not quite knowing what else to say. She gazed into his eyes as he brushed her hair to the side, and the thought he was about to lean in and kiss her. Lottie had expected that to happen, since she had all but offered herself to him... and yet, it did not happen. He just asked more questions, and she could not help but feel confused and perhaps even relieved." I can tie my hair up, I guess? I think I might have some winter hat? And yeah, I do have a sport bra" She nodded, standing up. Lottie nodded as his eyes had flickered down to her generous breasts, but did not mention anything, she was too used to men staring down at them instead into her eyes. "I... I don't know how to thank you for doing all of this for me." Andrew Maine("I can tie my hair up, I guess? I think I might have some winter hat? And yeah, I do have a sport bra. I... I don't know how to thank you for doing all of this for me." Andrew nodded curtly, but seemed to ignore her thank-you. "Good, get changed. I'll get to the car I have parked several blocks away." He stepped over to his duffle bag and slung it on to his shoulder. He took a moment to confirm his sidearm was still within easy reach. As far as he saw things, he was on a new mission now. But instead of killing someone, he needed to keep someone safe from people like him. The prospect made him anything but kind and cuddly." But if we're going to do any of this, training will have to wait. Right now, the priority is getting you from point A to point B. But you need to understand, no matter how many Upper East Side kick-boxing classes you've taken, you don't know shit about protecting yourself." He took a step closer to her, adopting the posture of a drill sergeant. "The difference between life or death right now is doing everything I say. No fucking protests. No fucking questions. If you can't do that, then you're not serious about accepting my help." He turned toward the door and bit his lip for a moment. His next words came with a softer tone. "Keep the door locked, stay quiet, and don't go outside. When I get back, I'll knock 5 times. Don't answer for anything else. Hide in the bathtub as quiet as you can if someone else comes by." Without another word, he opened the door and slipped outside. She nodded quietly as he told her to get changed and that he'd go out and look for his car. For an instant, Lottie was worried this might be some kind of trick, but that was just plain idiotic. This man had a hundred chances to kill her since he knocked on the door and probably even before that, he would not be going through this much trouble to mess with her head. This was real, he was going to help her for some reason neither of them seemed to fully grasp. Then he all but snapped at her, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she was to do what he told her with no buts and not protest, with no hesitation or questions. He stood closer to her, and she gulped quietly, opening her eyes wide and feeling so tiny compared to his towering figure. Nodding immediately, she found herself speaking before she could even think of the words coming out of her mouth:"Yes, sir" It seemed inappropriate to refer to him as Andrew after being treated like a stupid soldier in training, a drill sergeant making damned sure she understood what was expected of her. So she referred to him as sir instead, and nibbled on her lower lip silently, though there was no hesitation in her gaze. She was fully committed to this, to all of this, and she would not be frightened into changing her mind. A last nod came when he granted her further instructions, this time with a gentler tone. Lottie breathed out softly and watched him leave, and turned around, rushing to get ready. She changed into the sport bra to cover her bountiful breasts, and tied her hair in as tight a bun as she could, keeping gentle locks from sliding onto her face. She gathered the rest of her things, which was little more than a handful anyway and stuffed it all in a bag, before entering the bathroom and waiting there, quietly and worried, trying not to pace all over the place, waiting for those 5 knocks on the door. Andrew Maine(stepped into the early evening and moved like a man going about his day. But although he kept his head down for the most part, he used subtle tasks--such as shifting the load of his duffle, or lighting a cigarette--to assess the environment for threats. He looked at the obvious places for a hit man to position themselves. The same positions he would put himself. There were a few candidates that he needed to rule out. For one, there was a guy reading a paper at the nearby bus stop who didn't seem to turn the page, or ever get on a bus. For another, there was a woman going in/out of the nearby bodega. Each time, she either made small purchases, or no purchases at all. Andrew checked each individual out, doing a careful job to look natural getting a closer look. Both were clean. Turned out the man nervously building up the courage to walk across the street and buy a prostitute, and the woman was just frustrated with her instant lottery tickets. Satisfied that the immediate area was are of danger, he continued on his way. When he reached the beat up 88' Oldsmobile, he opened the trunk to set his Duffel in the trunk. Normally, he would call his contact in the city to pick up and dispose of the unbraced assault rifle. But he decided to risk keeping it a little longer. Hopefully, it would just mean necessity obeying traffic laws. His phone rang just before he started the engine. He checked the number and sighed. He wanted to ignore the call, but that would only be like him if he was completing a job. Furthermore, he needed it to appear otherwise right now." Yes," he answered with a dull tone. The woman's British accent pierced his ear. "You find the mark yet, darling?"" No. Won't be finishing this one. It's taking too long." There was a long pause from the other end. It spoke volumes. She was rarely left speechless. "Well... and here I thought you taking a new job meant your retirement was exaggerated."" Thought I could squeeze one more in. Turns out I couldn't. Looking forward to payment in full for the completion of my final job." She laughed. "There's no question you wrapped that up nicely. Really made the agency look good. I'm prepared to offer a lucrative extension to your contract."" I'm done. Already made that clear. I expect my last payment in 24 hours."" Can I at least convince you to finish the job you already took? Vitaly's organization is making waves. We want to be the first agency he comes to for future business. We'll waive the agency fee. The whole contract will be yours." Shit, he thought to himself. This meant other agencies would be just as eager to claim the contract for Charlotte." No can do. 24 hours." He hung up the phone. With new urgency, he started the car and drove to Charlotte's motel. The drive didn't take long, and he parked as close as he could to her particular room. He didn't miss a new car in the lot. A car much too expensive for the neighborhood. He glanced to the second floor and saw someone approaching her room with a jacket capable of more than a little conceal and carry. Not to mention his gait held ruthless purpose. A predator closing in. Andrew stepped out of the car and hurried to the nearest entrance to the stairs. He saw the man casually knock at her door and call something out. When the man knocked again, this time loud enough for Andrew to hear from below, he knew Charlotte didn't have much time. There was still lingering daylight, and there was no way to approach the man without being seen. Andrew took a quick glance around. People were about, but no one seemed to be looking this way. Hopefully there wasn't back up. He doubted it for a mark like Charlotte. Why split contract this easy to collect on? He reached the 2nd floor balcony and walked directly toward the other man. He saw Andrew's approach, narrowed his gaze, and started to reach into his jacket. Andrew fired his gun from inside his own jacket. The silencer muffled his shot, and the man dropped with a hole in his head. The retiring assassin kept walking as if nothing had happened. When he reached the door, he knocked five times. Lottie waited. And waited. It was only a few minutes, yet to her, it felt like hours. She fidgeted with her ring, paced up and down the bathroom over and over again, and thought back to how she had ended up in this situation. Truth was she could have stayed by Vital's side. She could have taken the good parts and lived a life as her wife, though the hatred she felt toward him, the pain losing her unborn child and being blamed for it hard hardened her heart enough to forbid her from being such a spineless coward. She could still feel his kick on her stomach, still hear her own pleads as she told him he'd harm the baby. Furthermore, she could still listen to his cruel voice telling her how it was all her fault, how she had been responsible for making him angry. No. Lottie would never, could never, return to his side. Even more so, she wanted revenge. She wanted her face to be the last thing he ever saw before bleeding to death. She wanted him to know that all the pain he had brought her would return to him tenfold and that she had been the one responsible for his death. One day... but not today. Today, she needed to focus on surviving. Someone knocked on the door... one time. Lottie held her breath. There was a male voice calling her name, and saying something about being here on Vital's behalf. She got into the bathtub, and held her breath. Another knock, more insistent. It wasn't Andrew. She closed her eyes and felt a tear rolling down her cheek. She could barely breathe. Any minute now, the door would be knocked over and... Five knocks. Lottie opened her eyes suddenly and drew a sharp inhale in, placing her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating so fast it seemed to be close to exploding. Five knocks. It was him. Whoever was knocking before had been taken cared of, and Lottie could only imagine how this had come to happen. She rushed out of the bathroom, holding her bag tightly against her chest and opened the door in a hurry, giving Andrew a wide-eyed look. By his side, a man was laying on the floor with a gaping round wound in the middle of his forehead. Certainly dead. She gulped and pursed her lips, yet said nothing. Lottie looked pale, yet she did not react overtly one way or another. This man was going to kill her, she did not regret his own death." Let's get the hell out of here, please" Andrew Maine(came to the door a bit of a frightened creature. He had been hoping to give her a peaceful trip to his contact, but apparently her location had been compromised faster than he had expected." Let's get the hell out of here, please."" Soon enough," he said before taking a glance around. Satisfied no alarm had been raised, he grabbed the dead man's arms and pulled him into Charlotte's motel room. He didn't dawdle. He just tossed the body inside and shut the door. "Keep your head down." He motioned with his head for her to follow, while taking in every detail of the surrounding scene. He checked carefully for changes that could indicate a more adept assassin tipping their hand. But everything looked clean for now. He brought them right to his car, and opened to door for her to get in first. Once they were inside, he pulled out from the lot without much preamble. Lucky for them, her motel was close to the highway exit, and soon they were lost in a sea of vehicles." My contact that'll work on your ID's is about an hour or so away with current traffic." He kept his eyes peeled on every car that passed by or lingered behind them, but none of his instincts were blaring. "I didn't recognize that man. Either he was a Craigslist hitman, or he worked for your ex. Did you know him?" He realized he was being a little too militant, so he softened his tone again. "Don't worry though, you can breathe was for a bit. Just do me a favor. If you have a phone in that bag of yours, throw it out the window." As he just dragged the body inside her room as if it was nothing more than a heavy bag, Lottie had to purse her lips tightly to keep herself from trembling or saying anything foolish. It was then, when she looked down upon the assassinated man, that she realized she knew this man. Right that instant, Lottie said nothing, merely followed behind her savior and clenched her hands together tightly, trying to keep herself composed. It did not take them long to get safely into his car and for Andrew to begin driving away from this hellhole she had been living in." I don't have any cellphone with me, I figured they could track me down with the chip, but clearly I was not good hiding my footsteps either way" She muttered, shrugging quietly and giving him a quiet look. "I did know him. He was one of the hitmen who worked for my ex-fiance. Not a professional of any kind, just a mean spirited thug who happened to hate my guts. I don't know what grudge he held against me, but I'm sure he would have been very pleased to collect the reward for killing me off. He was called Dmitri, I never learned his last name."

Retirement Will Kill You (Becca & Mahes666)|rating:4.0

M.O.R.A.N.A __ Out of Character

(and welcome to M.O.R.A.N.A’s Out of Character section! I, Faustus, will be your GM for this particular game, so hello there, everyone. This section is to be used by accepted members only. Pending members and those who are interested in the game should see the Interest and Search Thread (until accepted, where I will be happy to answer your questions. Please, feel free to use the IOC thread for anything you may need, whether that is to talk about plot points and ideas with other players, or to just shoot the breeze while you wait for your post turn. Enjoy the thread, but pick up after yourselves or I’ll have to start giving out the spankings. This main post will also contain information regarding post formats (for actual gameplay) and will house links to all areas of interest including, but not limited to, the Interest Thread, Game Threads, and Character and Relationship Threads. I’ll keep it nice and organized for all of you, no worries! Have fun! Links of Interest Interest and Search Thread (|| Character Profiles and Relationships (|| Out of Character (|| Trinity Seekers :: Base of Operation (|| The Streets of Moran (|| The Rebels of Moran :: Shelter (Information In-Game Starting Month :September (Why is this important to know? Please see Posting Format below.) Male to Female Ratio :4 : 2 || Four Female, Two Male Members on Hiatus :N/Moran-Wide Events Active :N/Format for Actual Gameplay Posting have run into this problem with a game in the past, and the method we came up with for posting headers seemed to ultimately work out the best that we could. It allowed for multiple interactions to run at the same time, all because they weren’t happening at the same time. I have given September as the starting month, so keep that in mind for a section below. I will explain the entire posting format as well. If you have any questions/complaints/concerns, please raise them with me and I will fix the problem or modify to fix it best I can! For your chosen character image, should you like to use one each posting, please resize it to something manageable. I chose to crop mine to only show his head, and sits at 100x100px. You don’t have to make it the same as I did. If you want your image resized like this, however, and don’t know how I will be happy to do it for you! Just let me know.(: Character NameCodename : If applicable. If not playing Hitman or Brain, may be omitted. Location : Where are you? Are you in a building? The street? Etc. It helps us keep track. Date : This is not constantly required. If you are running Character Interaction on September 5th, you can’t run another interaction on September 5th at the same time. But you can do something on September 6th. I’ll explain this in better detail. Tagged : Are you addressing or tagging a certain character? Put them here. Addressing that date thing a little further : I recognize that players will want to interact with many characters throughout this game, without being held up in another thread or interaction to do so. In response to this, I created the Specific Date System. This allows you to have a meeting with Character A on the 5th, then have a meeting with Character C on the 6th. If this becomes too confusing, feel free to not use it. I merely made this so you could do more in as fast amount of time as you desired. Certain events that affect all players may come along and, in those cases, I will state the date of the event ahead of time so you can make sure to not work something for that particular day. If all players hate this dating system, I’ll throw it out entirely. I reiterate, this system is not required to be used by all players. It is an option, should you choose to take it. Just throwing a post into the IOC thread so that I will receive updates. It all looks very organized and lovely (: Good Job.-SRX So I have a quick question, since assassins and brains are working for an organization on the seekers side, partnered ones will be assigned partners right??? Quote from: Vladimir valentine on 02-01-2013, 22:49:42So I have a quick question, since assassins and brains are working for an organization on the seekers side, partnered ones will be assigned partners right??? Yes! Everyone is listed as partnered right now only because we haven't decided who is partnered to whom. Recall, however, that just because a Brain and Hitman are 'partnered' this does not equal to them being lovers. :-) No I know they don't have to be lovers, I just couldn't remember if partners were assigned. Okay, team! Currently, I have two sections up and available to be played out in. I am currently still writing out for the Rebel's, but that will probably be available by this evening. If all goes well, things will look prettier by then too. I didn't have the time to make graphics for the threads yet, ugh. Anyway, please feel free to go invade some threads and start some games. BRAIN AND HITMEN PLAYERS : A special message for all of you. We need to get you assigned to your Brain, if applicable, Hitmen. You can't go on assignments without one, after all. BOOHOO! Hehe that is all. And yes need to link up My brain and hitman...how do we figure that out? Draw straws. LOL Since I'm an average Joe sumo what section am in? Theoretically, you could float anywhere, but I think Nikki would primarily be in The Streets section, seeing as that's more for Citizen-types. The bar he plays at is there, plus all other bits of common life. Pretty much, if it isn't with the Rebels or the Trinity Seekers, the catch-all would be the Streets section. :-) I'm going to be posting in the streets section sometime soon (:-SRX Rebel Thread is up as well now! That makes all links in this section functioning and working. Images will be added later as I finish prettying the graphics, but they are all open and useable now! Posting here to get updates. :)EDIT: Snorkel, I just saw your Rebel character! Would you be open to possibly having him be Sakura's "Right-hand Man"? Since she's so easily trusting, he could be her go-to guy and tell her what's what and who wouldn't be trustworthy. If Faustus is OK with that. Oh, right! I just thought of something I wanted to ask. (Sorry for the double post, but I wanted to make sure it would be seen.) If someone is on the run from a hitman, they have 5 days before they are immune. That being said, what's to stop someone from hiding out in the Rebel's HQ for the full 5 days, and then everyone after that doing the same thing? Hopefully what I'm asking makes sense. Like say there's a "hit" put out on "Lucy" and she posts in the Rebel's HQ thread stating that she's hiding out there. (After she's gone through the process of finding it.) Then, what if she decides not to post for 5 days after that? (Or something similar to that effect.) The answer is probably because the rebel base should be a secret. They could possibly track the runner down there, and then all hell would possibly break loose. Quote from: Vladimir valentine on 05-01-2013, 05:14:59The answer is probably because the rebel base should be a secret. They could possibly track the runner down there, and then all hell would possibly break loose. Bingo. As nice as it would be, if someone were to run and hide with the rebels the Hitman, and the Brain, would find the location. The Brains are already working to find them, so drawing even more attention could potentially be fatal for the group. They haven't amassed enough members to be prepared for a fight on that scale. All they can do is try to help someone that comes to them by putting a Tech Support on it. Even then, its Tech vs Brain AND Hitman. Pretty unfair odds. Oh, OK!. So someone wouldn't be able to stay there for a long period of time? Quote from: persephone325 on 05-01-2013, 05:38:39Oh OK. So someone wouldn't be able to stay there for a long period of time? Not someone with a hit placed. While they could, in theory, of would be very dangerous for the rebels and risk exposure before they are prepared for it. I got it now. I confused myself for a second though. lol So we can pretty much start posting whenever we want once we're approved? I would think the brains are good enough to track a person if they end up staying put. But than again I suppose it depends on how they went about doing that. But once they were found it be a hell of thing, as that location would be burned. I think having them have safe houses sounds like a good idea...than again that is my inner rebel talking LOLA. Quote from: persephone325 on 05-01-2013, 05:45:56I got it now. I confused myself for a second though. lol So we can pretty much start posting whenever we want once we're approved? Indeed-y! No need to wait on me to make a post or anything. I just set the threads up. You kids can start posting whenever you want. I do need to get the Brains and Hitmen partnered eventually, but that can wait for now. How does one link in an audio sound (preferably a song) ? Click on the hyperlink bottom the globe icon. [URL Insert link here. [/URL]Swedish House Mafia - Don't You Worry Child feat. John Martin (Pete Tong Radio 1 Exclusive 10.08.12) (#ws) Thank You Curvy! Ok everyone, first post is up! Streets section that is :)I know its kind of unique post but adding lyrics is odd and i didn't want it to look bad :)\\does anything need to be fixed Dear GM? Quote from: Chreestafer on 05-01-2013, 06:46:22Thank You Curvy! Ok everyone, first post is up! Streets section that is :)I know its kind of unique post but adding lyrics is odd and i didn't want it to look bad :)\\does anything need to be fixed Dear GM? No, it's all fine. Thank you for putting the songs beneath spoiler cuts, though. I do 90% of my work via my phone and don't have unlimited data, so keeping it under there makes it not load automatically. I appreciate that! Otherwise, looks fine by me. Quote from: persephone325 on 04-01-2013, 23:29:14Posting here to get updates. :)EDIT: Snorkel, I just saw your Rebel character! Would you be open to possibly having him be Sakura's "Right-hand Man"? Since she's so easily trusting, he could be her go-to guy and tell her what's what and who wouldn't be trustworthy. If Faustus is OK with that. I don't mind that at all! That would be pretty cool (: I'll go ahead and add that to his profile now and then add his history up in a bit (:-SRX Quote from: Darrow Huck on 05-01-2013, 17:31:44Okay- so if my character is going to get a hit put out on him, who wants to be the one who goes up against him? I wasn't certain if we would want to jump straight into things like that, or if players would want to take a little longer to get a feel for the game and verse before we started right into that. However, if one of our Hitmen would like to take you up on that, then... ;-)Also, players of Brains and Hitmen, please be expecting a PM from me in the very next few hours regarding partner assignments. We totally have to work that out! If someone plans on applying for a secondary character that falls into this category, let me know, so I can get you added to the list. What year is this RP taking place? As my character sings he mainly covers songs, I'm assuming its 2012 or more but am I wrong? We all know what assuming does ;)also my posts might be slow today, got that pesky thing we call the flu :(Quote from: Chreestafer on 05-01-2013, 18:21:41what year is this RP taking place? As my character sings he mainly covers songs, I'm assuming its 2012 or more but am I wrong? We all know what assuming does ;)also my posts might be slow today, got that pesky thing we call the flu :(I had actually never assigned a year to this. I can say, however, it does not take place in the past, so all songs would be available for covers, I assure you. :-) Quote from: xSnorkleRainbow on 05-01-2013, 15:04:06I don't mind that at all! That would be pretty cool (: I'll go ahead and add that to his profile now and then add his history up in a bit (:-X-ray! He's cute anyway... ;) Haha. Quote from: Darrow Huck on 05-01-2013, 22:13:09I'd just like to start planning ahead of time, so that we don't jump in on it when we're not on the same page. Ah, I follow! And I'm getting ready to get the medal for oldest character, Aw is. 42-year-old coming up! Quote from: Darrow Huck on 05-01-2013, 17:31:44Okay- so if my character is going to get a hit put out on him, who wants to be the one who goes up against him? Most of the Hitmen are partnered, but even then most are rank 4 hitmen. I would say yes, but I'm not sure about doing that without a partner yet. (Just simply because I don't know how to go about it yet.) Quote from: Vladimir valentine on 05-01-2013, 22:55:52Most of the Hitmen are partnered, but even then most are rank 4 hitmen. I would say yes, but I'm not sure about doing that without a partner yet. (Just simply because I don't know how to go about it yet.) Partner situation is being rectified at current. I am currently working on figuring out what needs to be done about our odd numbers, and seeing if any other potential applicants desire to play one of these two types of characters, so I can get all of my numbers set. We should have full assigned partners coming within the next day. In the meantime, back to generating a bit of interest in the thread. Quote from: persephone325 on 05-01-2013, 21:06:15Yay! He's cute anyway... ;) Haha. Haha, glad you think so (:-SRX So, I have already PMed and sorted it with all the Brains and Hitmen we have, and the following is the assigned partners listing :Lenore (Curvy Kitten) is partnered/overseeing Was (Sabre). Bernard (Faustus) is currently partnered to Maui (Curvy Kitten). Bernard and Lenore both will oversee IRA (Vladimir Valentine). Alastair (Faustus) is partnered to and works with Kyle (Drama). When dealing with potential hits having been placed, these are the teams you would be worrying about. The statistics, as they stand, are as follows :Trinity Seekers- 2 Brains (Lenore and Bernard)- 3 Hitmen (IRA, Maui, and Was)- 1 Hitman Trainer (Kyle)- 1 Brain Trainer (Alastair)The Rebels-Leader (Sakura [Persephone325])- 1 Tech Support (Connor [xSnorkleRainbow])- One of unknown position (character still in works)Citizens- 3 Average Class (Samantha [xSnorkleRainbow], Rick [Darrow Huck] and Nikki [Chreestafer])I would call this a lovely cast start and look forward to continued posts in time! Also, do feel free to use this IOC to just talk amongst yourselves. It feels so empty right now! :-) Quote from: Faustus on 07-01-2013, 19:19:36Also, do feel free to use this IOC to just talk amongst yourselves. It feels so empty right now! :-)/me has a sexy party and everyone is invited!lol Reeling from a bad cough and headache this week, but just putting it out there that I'm still all in! I'll get on a post soon, but should I have Bey start out waiting in the TS offices for whoever he's supposed to meet to start off? Quote from: Sabre on 08-01-2013, 08:54:15Reeling from a bad cough and headache this week, but just putting it out there that I'm still all in! I'll get on a post soon, but should I have Bey start out waiting in the TS offices for whoever he's supposed to meet to start off? That is a perfectly fine way to begin things! Seeing as how we don't have a Don yet, he doesn't have anyone really official to meet yet, so he might just be guided about via the Brains of the facility, and given his assignment to Lenore. Ok my character is up and running, YAY, eh helm anyway..... Anyone who wants to work out background that would be great :) Obviously Alistair and I need some work. But, hitmen if you want to have been trained by me or update skills or do missions or whatever. Brains too, want to get basic knowledge of the weapons for "base" defense. Or something else background related. Rebels or citizens if one of you helped me search for my fiancé that would be cool or something else, subject of a previous job or something. Hit me up.no pun intended :P Quote from: Drama on 09-01-2013, 09:01:48Ok my character is up and running, YAY, eh helm anyway..... Anyone who wants to work out background that would be great :) Obviously Alistair and I need some work. But, hitmen if you want to have been trained by me or update skills or do missions or whatever. Brains too, want to get basic knowledge of the weapons for "base" defense. Or something else background related. Rebels or citizens if one of you helped me search for my fiancé that would be cool or something else, subject of a previous job or something. Hit me up.no pun intended :They Drama! ArtemisHighmore was throwing an idea out in the Interest thread that could possibly involve your character! Take a look!-SRX Right on :) Got a post up for Connor, sorry it's not amazing. Will hopefully get one up for Samantha soon.-SRX Quote from: Drama on 09-01-2013, 09:01:48Ok my character is up and running, YAY, eh helm anyway..... Anyone who wants to work out background that would be great :) Obviously Alistair and I need some work. But, hitmen if you want to have been trained by me or update skills or do missions or whatever. Brains too, want to get basic knowledge of the weapons for "base" defense. Or something else background related. Rebels or citizens if one of you helped me search for my fiancé that would be cool or something else, subject of a previous job or something. Hit me up.no pun intended :Yeah, I will totally be getting with you later about working out history between Alastair and Kyle. I am also eternally amused at the thought of him working with my Bernard on physical training, seeing as how the boy probably couldn't fight a fly and win, haha~ Bernard was probably less frustrating than Lenore when it came to training. LOL "Punch him...why?...because I said so....that is not a valid excuse... Yes it is now punched him... There is no point for me to punch him, my strength level and the sheer amount of body mass that man has will make my punch highly ineffective.... Trainer Face palms." LOLA In the end El learned speed, pressure points, and predicting her opponent as her best weapons. Not that she ever really fights. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 09-01-2013, 21:57:37Bernard was probably less frustrating than Lenore when it came to training. LOL "Punch him...why?...because I said so....that is not a valid excuse... Yes it is now punched him... There is no point for me to punch him, my strength level and the sheer amount of body mass that man has will make my punch highly ineffective.... Trainer Face palms." LOLA In the end El learned speed, pressure points, and predicting her opponent as her best weapons. Not that she ever really fights. *laughs*. I can so see this exchange happening :) Pm me maybe we can work out some past scenes or something. :) Alright I'm off to bed, but I'll message both of you ladies, Curvy kitten and Faustus, Tomorrow with some thought I have regarding backstories with your characters. But if I take to long don't be shy, send me a message first. Also, While I'm at it did ArtemisHighmore get approved yet or still waiting? Eh, well either way I'll be sending you a message too about your "brain" character and xSnorkleRainbow please look for one tomorrow too regarding your character just so I understand your character and point ArtemisHighmore in the right direction. Also on a final note hitman characters so Sabre, Vladimir Valentine, and Curvy kitten again, I'll be shooting you a quick message regarding training with me and backstory accordingly :)phew....busy morning I have....... Anyway see you later :) Just letting everyone know, I've added a RL Image for Samantha for those who prefer it (:-SRX -drags in his big, worn and highly comfy writing chair-Did we already call attendance? Got my first post for Samantha up! I don't really expect anyone to interact with her for the moment, but I wanted to get something up anyway. Of course, if you want to approach her be my guest! XD-xSRx Still processing Arthur. >.>-reads SR's post-Er.... I would be careful of that dumpster... -points at the labeling→:) Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 11-01-2013, 04:08:13Still processing Arthur. Sgt;.Sgt; -reads SR's post-Er.... I would be careful of that dumpster... -points at the labeling- Sgt;:)Dumpster! That's the bloody word. I couldn't think of it to save my life XD What does the label say in the picture o.o? (It was the only picture I could find because I couldn't remember the word >>;)-SRX Something that I've wanted to ask, but am always forgetting. On the CS it mentioned something about NC... Is that something that will most likely happen at some point? ’D Quote from: persephone325 on 11-01-2013, 04:17:49Something that I've wanted to ask, but am always forgetting. On the CS it mentioned something about NC... Is that something that will most likely happen at some point? DI leave that on all CS that I make for my games. All my group game plots run the rail of having NC activity occur, and I never want a player to get involved that is very, very uncomfortable with it. I cannot personally guarantee that it will happen, as I cannot say if one of my characters would do this to another, but what players work out is up to them! Who knows what Bernard may do?though I would love to see him be on the receiving end of a good dicking just once, the little shit He might, especially if it suits his purpose, or he's had it with a female. Alastair would never, though. Such a tender man. But, tl;dr : It's something that is all up to the scene, the players and so on! :-) It says 'cum container' or something to that accord. XD Haha Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 11-01-2013, 04:28:00It says 'cum container' or something to that accord. XD Haha Holy crap LOL XD She better be careful digging around in there XD-SRX Quote from: Faustus on 11-01-2013, 04:23:53I leave that on all CS that I make for my games. All my group game plots run the rail of having NC activity occur, and I never want a player to get involved that is very, very uncomfortable with it. I cannot personally guarantee that it will happen, as I cannot say if one of my characters would do this to another, but what players work out is up to them! Who knows what Bernard may do? Though I would love to see him be on the receiving end of a good dicking just once, the little shit He might, especially if it suits his purpose, or he's had it with a female. Alastair would never, though. Such a tender man. But, tl;dr : It's something that is all up to the scene, the players and so on! :-)lol Gotcha. :) I just love a good NC scene. That's why I asked. Why is the first thing I see when I decide to check out the IOC is cum container ^ ^ Because it is the sign of an awesome OCC!! XD Quote from: persephone325 on 11-01-2013, 04:31:54lol Gotcha. :) I just love a good NC scene. That's why I asked. Me too! So no worries! And oh, dear IOC, I am so proud that we are talking about cum containers. Yep, we're the classiest bunch. I swear to my innocence!! O:) Innocence??? ’D I'm not sure if this was posted in the rules or not, but can we have our character be in more than one thread at a time. But during different times? Like say my character is in the Rebel base, and it's morning, could she also be in the streets in the afternoon/early evening? Quote from: persephone325 on 11-01-2013, 05:07:26I'm not sure if this was posted in the rules or not, but can we have our character be in more than one thread at a time. But during different times? Like say my character is in the Rebel base, and it's morning, could she also be in the streets in the afternoon/early evening? And that, my dear, is why I created the posting tag format that I did! I cover this in the very first post of the IOC, but the short answer? Yup, you can be involved in lots of places, just time tag and don't get lost with who is doing what, and WHEN. ’D Boohoo! First post is up! XD Quote from: Faustus on 11-01-2013, 05:24:39And that, my dear, is why I created the posting tag format that I did! I cover this in the very first post of the IOC, but the short answer? Yup, you can be involved in lots of places, just time tag and don't get lost with who is doing what, and WHEN. That's right. I thought I saw it somewhere, but I couldn't find it. :p lol -Happily converses with himself over coffee-My new rebel is up, clearly I need to poke our fellow rebels about ties and such. But if anyone else would like to make links let me know. :) Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 11-01-2013, 22:02:41My new rebel is up, clearly I need to poke our fellow rebels about ties and such. But if anyone else would like to make links let me know. :)Already done~ nods~ working on a response now. :) -walks in- Honey I'm home....oh...right...live alone... Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 12-01-2013, 07:44:56-walks in- Honey I'm home....oh...right...live alone... Aww... *hugs* Boohoo hugs!! -bear hugs back-How are you? Lol I'm alright. All my RP's are really slow right now. :(So I'm just waiting around. Oh same here, same here. Sucks too when the muse has been so damn active. XD Haha Yup. :(*LE sigh* Holy crap. I feel like I've been away for weeks D: So much more to read/think about and some new characters o;-SRX -bear hugs Persephone again- :D *sees and struggles to breathe* lol Sorry, I sometimes don't know my own strength. XD Haha lol It's alright.*takes a deep breath* Woo! That was some hug! *laughs* Well I try. Haha, Lola I'm really hoping this game picks up soon! I want to get involved with people! ’D I think it will. People are just....processing. XD Haha. True. Thereisquite a bit of information to read. :p WWW is, finally got all my relationships up for Bernard that have been established. Also, to all of us that have not made a first post (myself included, oops, thanks surprise party...), let's shoot to have them up within a week, aye? I would love to see us really get moving now! I'm going to go get that ready myself, so I can't get in trouble, haha~ Posting to get updates. ’D Yes, TSK TSK Faustus. :P TSK TSK. This might be a dumb question, but can hits be put on Rebel characters? I would think so, mostly because I doubt people would know that they are rebels. Of course there might be someone wanting to pull the strings and eliminate that faction before it managed to get any traction. This early in the game I think we would want to shy away from it, but those are just my thoughts on the matter. Did you have something specific in mind? I was just curious about it. If it ends up that my character gets a hit put on her, we might be looking for a new Rebel Leader! :o lol Well my understanding from the general story is that the rebels are still quite secretive. There have of course been rumors as there are always rumors of defiance against a supreme, totalitarian government, but I have my doubts that there is many outside of perhaps Bernard that know the truth of said rumors. I might be way off and will happily defer to our GM if she corrects me, but that is my general understanding. Hey all sorry for the delay on posts, I've just gotten back from staying the night in the hospital. My back decided to hate me, pain so bad it brought me to my knees. And for me that is saying something. Messed up disk and nerves pretty much. Though I still have no idea how I did it. So bare with me, between the pain and the meds they have me on my muse is kind of hiding. I will try and get posts up and not keep people waiting to long. But I did want you to know that I will be slow for at least this week. Again soon sorry I hate to keep people waiting. Hugs to you all, Curvy. Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 13-01-2013, 09:10:58Well my understanding from the general story is that the rebels are still quite secretive. There have of course been rumors as there are always rumors of defiance against a supreme, totalitarian government, but I have my doubts that there is many outside of perhaps Bernard that know the truth of said rumors. I might be way off and will happily defer to our GM if she corrects me, but that is my general understanding. Pretty much what was stated here. Unless Sakura did something to anger someone personally she probably wouldn't get a hit. Maybe. Who knows? She, at least, shouldn't get a hit for being a Rebel, seeing as how they are, as Artemis put it, so secretive. Though that is completely subject to change, just like a Hitman, if they screw up, can get taken out by the organization itself.@CurvyKittenOH GOSH, GIRL. Yeah, you know my feelings about RL vs Game and how real will always be more important. You do what you need, as you need. We'll always be here later, but you come first in your own priorities! -peeks in and waves before work-hey all back at it after a bad weekend of work and what not, so posts will come curvy, FEEL BETTER! Boohoo, got off work early and the coffee is hot. Now where is that damn muse!! I believe my character profile was confusing given posts, so I am going to put this here. The notion that he still believes Samantha, his old partner and that he is considering being a Hitman are supposed to be secretive and only known to him. I know plot was discussed in the recruitment thread, but that was just tossing ideas around and not really common knowledge. My apologies if that was unclear. I never figured out a codename for Lenore...any ideas? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 15-01-2013, 08:07:50I never figured out a codename for Lenore...any ideas? Well looking over your character sheet, I could only think of one. Lol "Sugar" cause of her love of sweets. Haha. I'm going to wait for SR to post in the rebel base before I make another post. Don't want to make anybody feel like they're being skipped. :) Sounds like a plan to me. Haha, Posted in the Rebel thread. (:Also, I do like the name Sugar for El! It's up to you though, Kitty.-SRX I also third Sugar, if only because Bernard would mock her to know end for it. >:) Sugar it is than LOLA. I wonder who gave her that nickname. Behead Drama yet another oh so yummy character. Thanks :) I try. But I need a code name for him too if you guys want to give that a shot too. Drama, considering that the PB for your latest guy was the actor for Deadpool in the Wolverine film, I hope you know I'm having a terribly hard time separating that thought from him. . . Lol yup. That's partially the reason I did it. He's going to be snarky and push the fourth wall so don't fear thinking of him as dead pool because he does. Sorry I haven't posted yet. I'll get one on here sometime within the next day or two. Sorry about the wait, but it's been one crazy week! Finally got around to posting however, and I hope this works as an entrance. But if a minor security breach is too much I'll rewrite it. Just thought I'd take a little initiative this time and insert myself first before I get inserted. I had an idea that I wanted to run by the Rebels. Saki is obviously hiding a secret, and she's having an inner conflict on wanting to tell her friends about what happened to her. And already it seems that Connor kind of thinks she's hiding something, as he's seen her taking pain medication. Some time during the course of this game, I'd like for her to finally tell one of them (eventually all of them) what happened. I just wanted to ask who wanted to be the first one to find out? If this idea interests you, just let me know. And then we can discuss a scene in PM. I already kind of have an idea of one, but I'm willing to change it/adapt it to what you'd like to see happen.(I wanted to post this before I posted again in the Rebel's thread.) Max is always willing to listen and help. So if you'd like it to be here I'm all for it. :)Also does El know Was already or are we playing as she hasn't had him assigned to her just yet? Or she just did and that is the info she is scrolling through? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 17-01-2013, 01:31:42Also does El know Was already Probably not. Quote... or are we playing as she hasn't had him assigned to her just yet? Probably so. QuoteOr she just did and that is the info she is scrolling through? The best idea, I think. Hehe ok, I shall work up a post for her shortly than. :) @ Persephone325: I'm game. I don't have a preference as to order, first, last, middle I'm open. Late would be more than willing to help Saki out anyway he can. Loyalty is a big factor, lol in all my characters it seems. Evening all. My apologies for not getting a post up. It has been one hell of week so far. XD No worries man, take you're time. Kyle can chill there a bit. Okay, oh my god, you guys, I swear I will be getting my own things up very shortly. University started again for me on Monday and 9:30 in the morning until 7:00 at night on less than five hours sleep isn't doing wonders for my health or beauty, let me tell you. I probably won't have anything up tonight, but tomorrow is my day off from Uni, sosomethingshould be going up. You may all now accost your GM. Quote from: persephone325 on 17-01-2013, 01:11:21I had an idea that I wanted to run by the Rebels. Saki is obviously hiding a secret, and she's having an inner conflict on wanting to tell her friends about what happened to her. And already it seems that Connor kind of thinks she's hiding something, as he's seen her taking pain medication. Some time during the course of this game, I'd like for her to finally tell one of them (eventually all of them) what happened. I just wanted to ask who wanted to be the first one to find out? If this idea interests you, just let me know. And then we can discuss a scene in PM. I already kind of have an idea of one, but I'm willing to change it/adapt it to what you'd like to see happen.(I wanted to post this before I posted again in the Rebel's thread.) It's up to you to who you tell first (: It depends on who you think Saki would talk to about it.-SRX Quote from: Faustus on 17-01-2013, 15:20:45Okay, oh my god, you guys, I swear I will be getting my own things up very shortly. University started again for me on Monday and 9:30 in the morning until 7:00 at night on less than five hours sleep isn't doing wonders for my health or beauty, let me tell you. I probably won't have anything up tonight, but tomorrow is my day off from Uni, so something should be going up. You may all now accost your GM. Did she say accost or molest? >.> Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 17-01-2013, 22:42:58Did she says accost or molest? Sgt;.Sgt; Lt;.Lt;. . .both is good. -glances around before pulling Faustus into the closet- I figured that whoever she tells, they would become closer because of that. And since she's the youngest, that person might want to look after her more. Not baby her, but just feel more respect towards her or something. More importantly, what do you think your characters would do if told that information? Use it against her? I mean...uh... Nothing so see here, just a Brain sipping coffee. Max would be worried, maybe get her check out to make sure everything was ok. She wouldn't tell others if Saki asked her not to, but she would say that she shouldn't take on anything she couldn't handle. That she needed to get better and try to focus on delegating the work to keep herself from getting overwhelmed. Late would be kinda on the same page as max but more of the concerned overprotective older brother approach. Respect would certainly be there but other than that.... I mean Late already feels that way about all the Rebels so just more of the normal. If the secrets terrible might contemplate hunting down and "talking" to the other party. But would probably be so busy with the rebels that unless they actually presented themselves I don't think Late would do much. Well out of the three of you, I'm not sure who to pick. I'm kind of leaning towards Conner, since redispatch Saki taking pain pills. Lol I mean, she'll tell everyone eventually, but I don't want anyone feeling left out you know? -slips Saki additional pills→.> Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 19-01-2013, 07:30:45-slips Saki additional pills- Sgt;.Sgt;Hey! She's no druggie! :P Druggie? Did I say druggie? Nope... -slips more pills under the table-Quote from: persephone325 on 19-01-2013, 07:16:24Well out of the three of you, I'm not sure who to pick. I'm kind of leaning towards Conner, since he did catch Saki taking pain pills. Lol I mean, she'll tell everyone eventually, but I don't want anyone feeling left out you know? It's up to you Hun, I guess it comes down to which one she would tell first. Who does she feel like she can be more open with? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 19-01-2013, 09:09:18It's up to you Hun, I guess it comes down to which one she would tell first. Who does she feel like she can be more open with? Hmm... Good question. If I try to look at it from an outside perspective, I would go with Connor. Only because she considers him to be her "right-hand man" and feels like she can really count on him and trust him. But with how Saki feels about keeping the secret, if she told him she would probably feel guilty for not telling Max and Late right away as well. Although that could make for an interesting plot. It's all good. ^_^ If you're looking for volunteers I have no problem going last, not afraid you're going to forget me :P Quote from: persephone325 on 19-01-2013, 09:17:39Hmm... Good question. If I try to look at it from an outside perspective, I would go with Connor. Only because she considers him to be her "right-hand man" and feels like she can really count on him and trust him. But with how Saki feels about keeping the secret, if she told him she would probably feel guilty for not telling Max and Late right away as well. Although that could make for an interesting plot. You say that, and I do agree, but I can also see her maybe telling Max first too as well. Girls usually feel more comfortable telling another girl about whatever first and having a little chat about it. That could also be good for plot, because Connor would be pretty darn grumpy if you didn't tell him first since he's supposed to be your right-hand man. (That doesn't mean you have to tell him first! I think it would be more interesting if you didn't XD)-SRX Quote from: xSnorkleRainbow on 19-01-2013, 13:38:53You say that, and I do agree, but I can also see her maybe telling Max first too as well. Girls usually feel more comfortable telling another girl about whatever first and having a little chat about it. That could also be good for plot, because Connor would be pretty darn grumpy if you didn't tell him first since he's supposed to be your right-hand man. (That doesn't mean you have to tell him first! I think it would be more interesting if you didn't XD)-xSRxThat's a perfect point. :P I think that would also be an interesting story between Saki and Connor if she wound up telling Max first. Lol Poor grumpy Connor. Haha. I think that's what I'll do. If Curvy is good with that, then Max will be the first one Saki tells. And seeing how it's nearly 8am and I haven't slept all night, I shall now try to finally go to sleep. Lest I get sick and feel like crap all day. Lol Quote from: persephone325 on 19-01-2013, 13:45:10That's a perfect point. :P I think that would also be an interesting story between Saki and Connor if she wound up telling Max first. Lol Poor grumpy Connor. Haha. I think that's what I'll do. If Curvy is good with that, then Max will be the first one Saki tells. And seeing how it's nearly 8am and I haven't slept all night, I shall now try to finally go to sleep. Lest I get sick and feel like crap all day. Lol*Cuddles* Go get some sleep! (:-SRX -slips in and glances around-Quote from: xSnorkleRainbow on 19-01-2013, 13:52:21*Cuddles* Go get some sleep! (:-xSRxSleep has been gotten. I'm not ready to go! :P -tickles Persephone- EEP!! *squirms and giggles* I'll be good! :P Good? Where is the fun in that? Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 20-01-2013, 05:39:10Good? Where is the fun in that? Agreed. Lol Well I'm a good girl! So there! Now youhaveto leave me alone! :P lol Er... no? :P did I chase away Sabre with Lenore...pouts~ I'm sorry I know she is a strange one. I'm sorry if she is too strange? Not at all, just a busy weekend is all. I'll get back to you ASAP with a post so don't worry about Lenore. Ahh Ok, I was worried for a minute there. :) And trust me I know RL happens so you're good. *rubs temples* Eventually I will figure out why my phone thinks the text box is blank when I try to post Bernard. CLEARLY the universe can't be that against me, aye? Ugh, if Illiquid decides to work with my phone, posts are done for Alastair and Bernard and will be up today. If not...then tomorrow at 9:30 am EST. B(I'm going to love having a conversation with Alastair about the date requested of Lenore. :P I wonder what will happen before than he-he. (sick and having to attend class until 5:00 in the evening. This is me. Question, what do the living quarters look like anyway? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 22-01-2013, 23:24:52Question, what do the living quarters look like anyway? There is no common standard, if that is what you are asking. Provided living quarters for Brains and Hitmen on the premises are not very large, as could be assumed from them existing out of what would otherwise be an office building. Think hotel room. You have bedroom, bathroom, and the bedding space tends to also serve as quite a bit of your living room as well. You can imagine it as a high-end hotel room by layout. Not penthouse, as that takes up more of a FLOOR itself. Just a nice room. Interior design, however, is left to the individual and may be given any personal touches desired. I moved them along to Lenore's living area hope that is ok Sabre? Never a problem! YAY! And hopefully the room description made sense he-he. -Artemis slips in, looking for his chair- -Is currently sat on Artemis's chair.--SRX -Shrugs and sits upon SR's lap- o: ...-Wraps arms around Artemis's waist with a grin.- -SRX How have you been friend? Sorry I have been quite around here, work has been crazy. Damn sick calls!! That's quite alright, I've been pretty quiet too as of late (: Sorry to hear that D: At least it keeps you busy, haha! I'm good though, thank you. How are you other than exhausted from work? (:-SRX Not too bad. Got called in early so now I have the rest of the day free. XD Ahhh, That's pretty good then (: Got anything planned for the rest of your day?-SRX Well I have posted for everything so.... not really.-produces a kitten (from his coat pocket- -about dies of laughter from reading Bernard- I...uh....can't breathe!.... Haha hahaha Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 24-01-2013, 03:32:23-about dies of laughter from reading Bernard- I...uh....can't breathe!.... HahahahahaI take it someone likes my special snowflake. C: Curvy, when did you want to play out our scene with Sakura and Max? When ever you want to Hun. :) we can figure out a way to let the boys talk while we go have some girl time with our girls? OK. I just need to figure out a way to tell the boys to "get lost". :P lol well is she looking to tell Max, or do you want me to have something happen to maybe bring it up? Like have her cut her finger and not feel it and Saki could point it out and take her to bandage it, and they talk a bit. Like she uses a pocket knife to cut up an apple and slips up. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 24-01-2013, 06:02:14well is she looking to tell Max, or do you want me to have something happen to maybe bring it up? Like have her cut her finger and not feel it and Saki could point it out and take her to bandage it, and they talk a bit. Like she uses a pocket knife to cut up an apple and slips up. That sounds like a good plan. I like that idea. Ok want me to post before you do than? Sure. But if it's easier for you, I can try and work out a post beforehand. I have to find some way to get Nicholai out into the world of hitmen, be it a fight with a hitman, or what ever, I know Nikki and Yuri are testing dangerous waters lol Quote from: Faustus on 24-01-2013, 05:27:14I take it someone likes my special snowflake. C:Yes, that was awesome. Thank you. I will come up with a suitable response after work. I guess we should let the boys get at least one post in about what they do while the girls are away. LOL. OH, BOYS! HOP TO AND GET TO POSTING....:P JK Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 25-01-2013, 08:39:53I guess we should let the boys get at least one post in about what they do while the girls are away. LOL. OH, BOYS! HOP TO AND GET TO POSTING....:P Jill Well I'm not kidding! Get a post up, lazy bones! :P I'll post as soon as I can girls > -SRX -Slips in and waits for the coffee!!- Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 26-01-2013, 22:06:32-Slips in and waits for the coffee!!-*brews him coffee, but joins him with tea* -Happily Places Faustus in his lap-Good afternoon!! Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 26-01-2013, 22:26:05-Happily Places Faustus in his lap-Good afternoon!!*laughs* Afternoon, Artemis! How are you, my dear? Oh, not too bad. You? Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 27-01-2013, 01:23:00Oh not too bad. You?*wiggles* Just got back from watching Handel and Gretel : Witch Hunters. It's total crap, but it's wonderful, haha~ Quote from: Faustus on 27-01-2013, 04:52:44*wiggles* Just got back from watching Handel and Gretel : Witch Hunters. It's total crap, but it's wonderful, haha~I love Jeremy Renner. Quote from: persephone325 on 27-01-2013, 05:03:12I love Jeremy Renner. Lt;3Bingo! That is the exact reason I went in the first place! B) It was surprisingly enjoyable, actually. Wait wait wait... so it was crap and wonderful? I don't get it. >. Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 27-01-2013, 05:13:26Wait wait... so it was crap and wonderful? I don't get it. Sgt;.Lt;It's a film that won't win any awards, that is for certain. It's amusing, quick paced, and like a Tarantino film on an MTV budget written by someone with a cynical view of the world. I found it to be really enjoyable, and terribly funny! From a theater brat point of view, I loved the makeup and costume designs as well - I spent most of it nibbling about wanting to recreate the witches looks! Quote from: persephone325 on 27-01-2013, 05:15:30lol I first saw him in S.W.A.T. and was like "Who is that hot looking evil son of a bitch?" ROFL My first experience with him was for his role as Hawkeye in the Thor film, followed by Avengers. I have since been trying to watch his older stuff. :-) Quote from: Faustus on 27-01-2013, 05:25:53My first experience with him was for his role as Hawkeye in the Thor film, followed by Avengers. I have since been trying to watch his older stuff. :-)Well he certainly hasn't looked like he's aged since I saw him S.W.A.T., anyway! Lol And I love that he has such a great sense of humor. :P I really liked him in SWAT as well as in the newest Bourne movie. I felt like he did a great job in that one as well. Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 27-01-2013, 06:02:55I really liked him in SWAT as well as in the newest Bourne movie. I felt like he did a great job in that one as well. He was awesome in the Bourne movie. ’D That is a good question what happens when you fail on a hit. I imagine the brain and the hitman have to pay for the loose revenue to the company. But what else? I agree. But I thought the OP made mention that nobody had escaped? Was that the trinity seekers only maybe? I don't know just a thought. Also on a side note I'm sorry school left me doing HW most of the weekend. So I haven't gotten a post up for Late or Kyle I should have a post up for both some time tonight. Nods~ I didn't think they had, but there is a first time for anything. And there may be horrible consequences if you do hence the no fail record. And yes...you bad with the no posting. :P A failure at a hit means certain immunity for the Target, and the Trinity Seekers certainly cannot have that on their hands... Of course, for the run of this game, we ARE going to have failed hits. We have to, otherwise plot just won't happen. So, yes, should a target escape and survive their five days, you can imagine both the Hitman and Brain will be up shit creek with no paddle. So, just because it hasn't happened yet, doesn't mean it won't. B) I'm game for that, obviously. The Don would be the one to decide, and dish out, the punishments. -Slips in to lounge naked, pen set to paper as he hums-Posted for Connor! Would love to get Samantha more involved at some point, though it's really hard being the recluse that she is. Plus no one's around the street area yet, apart from Nikki. Might post something there away though (:-SRX well her and Nikki could have a run in, he has just traveled into the alley ways on his way to the gym, early morning hours, they can bump into one another. Quote from: Chreestafer on 01-02-2013, 04:15:26well her and Nikki could have a run in, he has just traveled into the alley ways on his way to the gym, early morning hours, they can bump into one another. Sounds like a plan, Three! I'll try and get a post up soon :3-xSRx :) I'm not sure if you've kept a tab in that thread, but she can sense he is angry Hey you wanted the drama too :P lol Besides Yuri is trying to fix it, trying being the key word there. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 01-02-2013, 04:52:38Hey you wanted the drama too :P lol Besides Yuri is trying to fix it, trying being the key word there.Oh, I know that's why they can interact... maybe she catches wind of it or something and taxa! More drama :) yay drama whore me! Was is just trying to make Lenore flail and get fluster, isn't he? Hehe :P He'd get a kick out of seeing her melt into a puddle, yes. I've to push all the buttons to see which one does something fun. -X AT the moment she is starting to think he is simply playing with her. And not really sure what to say to his questions. It is interesting to see her melt he-he. I suppose we shall see what will happen. Wherethrough he is making her think about a few different things. I think the touching gets her more flustered than the words. She is used to people teasing her with words, but the normally never touch. Your talking about a girl who has no REAL idea how good her body can feel. At least not beyond what she read in a book. How terrible, since Was is fairly touchy-feely in comparison. I'm sure when he kisses her on the cheek to say hello/goodbye will be fun to see. Oh, your evil! Hehe That will be so interesting and fun to write though. It's interesting and fun now! Hope this first meeting has gone how you wanted it to go. Any ideas (or cravings for scenarios) you've got on your mind for what happens next or sometime soon? I'm having fun as well! They are both so different from one another. And yes I have idea's and cravings for them.he-he. Perhaps we should brainstorm in pms?and I nab the descriptions of the floors from Faustus descriptions so they were accurate. And hopefully the way I wrote it isn't to confusing he-he. Also hope randomly making up a number was ok. he-he all is quiet in hitman land :) Artemis wanders in. peeks in and pokes the other posters~ NOON it will not die! Yeah, it's too soon! I'm still here! Just busy (: Will post soon, promise-SRX I'm still here, but I'm pretty sure I'm all caught up I shan't let it die either! I like my character way too much! It would be sad for it to go out quickly like this - I'll probably be sending out a massive PM to all players. Some have never even made a first posting, or following the very first did not return. I'll check and see how many are active and/or still desire to play, then operate from there on that one. :-) Maybe toss an ad out there to see if any newcomers want to join? Quote from: Chreestafer on 11-02-2013, 20:15:23Maybe toss an ad out there to see if any newcomers want to join? Once I get a quote status on the old, I probably will. I'm still here. I was distracted for a while. Coming a game with a friend we just created. Lol Hope all is well in hitman land ::) ill have a post up later tonight Ok I swear I'm going to toss a post into the streets section to keep it up to date lol, I hope this hasn't failed as a RP because i real real real liked this idea :) I'm here! Okay, someone mind giving me a quick update on what's going on, so I can get back in the swing of things? I know this game has seemed to stall, but I'm still interested in playing if anyone wants to come back! :-)

M.O.R.A.N.A __ Out of Character|rating:3.0

Pokemon World Championship (Mofo x DuxT)

Cherry Trains eagerly looking through her bag, a smile on her face as she hummed away. She sat in her little bedroom, located in a quaint little house inner Bark town. She was 16 and had just recently gotten her trainer license, her father insisting she finish school. So, now she had done with high school and had qualified as a trainer, she was ready to go. Now she was sure she was packed and ready to go, she strode out her house, Poke ball in hand. The moment she got outside, she threw the ball out. "Come on Apple!" Calling out as the red and white ball reached its heights, bursting open. Red light formed into an object, taking the boxy shape of her first Pokémon, polygon. The Polygon floated just off the ground next to the trainer, happily zipping around here. "Come on, let's get going on our adventure!" Wasting no time, she began to run out into route 29, a set of Poke balls ready to begin catching her team.---------------------------------------------------Crystal "Kris" Elm watched Cherry go dashing pass out of town, the older girl giving a little smile as she shook her head. Looking out into town, she frowned, where the heck was he? Kris was helping her father out by going and collecting data to further the Pokédex, especially in regard to eggs. She had been assigned a partner, Sticks to help her, well to help each other. Problem is, he was meant to meet her on the outskirts of town so they could get going... an hour ago. Sighing, Kris headed for his house, quickly arriving and knocking on the door to find his mother. The look his mother gave, told Kris everything she needed to know, getting a sigh from the blue haired girl. "I'll get him...." Walking in and walking up the stairs annoyed. She knew which door was his, so she did not hesitate to start slamming her first against it over and over. "Sticks, get up! We're late!!" She didn't stop pounding at the door till she was sure he was awake. Apple the Polygon Emerged from the ball and made its electronic sounding cry. Then began to follow after its owner. As she took off down route 29 being energetic as she was. Apple kept up best it could, she was eager and Apple couldn't be happier to finally be along for Cherry's journey having been a gift to her from her father who worked at Self Co over in Kant. The moment Cherry made it into route 29, the world would look so much more open. The grass and trees danced and weaved as wind blew, flocks of Ridge rose from the grass and flew off into the sky. The land was brimming with life going forward. The start of her journey would be one of amazement. However, as she charged through route 29 after being allowed to take in the sights the sound of something coming for them from the grass could be heard. The Pokémon leaps towards Cherry her first encounter.____________________________________________Sticks was not his real name, but he had never really given his full name as it was dorky he always thought. So, he had it be known to Keys and everyone who lived in New Bark to call him Sticks. The young man was like any other 17-year-old, save for the fact the only things he seemed to be passionate about was berries, fishing, and inventing new ways to be a real pervert. His puffy white hair which was a result of his father settled on his head making it a naturally wavy styled hair. His outfit a black and gray outfit, but it was standard for young men otherwise.However, when Keys pounds on that door the door swings ajar to reveal that Sticks was in fact not sleeping but with his pants down his ankles and his cock hanging out as he had been reading a rather filthy Gained magazine. He turned his head and looked seeing Keys there, and blinks rushing to pull his pants up. "Keys... oh...hey your here... weren't you waiting at the entrance to route 29?" His tone revealed he had actually been planning to not come, he really was unusual he had no actual interest in Pokémon however the page he was on clearly had a rather voluptuous woman dressed up as aTyphlosion. It was clear he had openly been wanting to just stay home and masturbate. Funny thing is, he wasn't like this when he was younger... But things had definitely changed about Keys's rather perverted and lazy friend. Cherry slowed her charge as she entered the route, taking a moment to admire the sights, sounds and smells of it all. She was happy, out of the house and on her journey, everything she ever dreamed it to be. Course soon the peace was disturbed, but it wasn't a bad thing for the girl, no instead it was exactly what she was hoping for. The first Pokémon she encounters in the wild, and she has the poke balls needed to catch the thing. The girl turned her attention in time to see frittata, the purple rodent, squeaking out and gnashing its teeth aggressively. The action was just adorable to the girl, the rodent not being that fearsome with its small size. "Apple, quick, Tackle!" The Polygon was quick to respond to its master, flying out and slamming into the rat, knocking it to the ground. Cherry, quick to act, threw out one of the empty Poke balls she carried, hitting and absorbing the rat. It shook once, then twice.... then a satisfying click came over them. The young trainer was quick to rush forward and snatch up the ball, jumping into the air in celebration. "We did it!" Eager and excited, she was ecstatic to have caught her first Pokémon. Settling down, she looked to the ball, her smile wide. "Think I'll call you Grape, yeah Grape will do nicely." Now with her first two Pokémon, Cherry surged forward, onwards to Cherry grove City and beyond.----------------------------------------------------Keys was quick to tun away at the sight of Sticks with his cock out, she only got a quick glance, but it was enough. "Oh Areas, Sticks, get dressed now!" Glancing back after a moment, she gets the much better sight of seeing him with his pants up. Sighing, Keys shook her head, wondering what the heck she was going to do with him." I was waiting at Route 29, and you are an hour late..." Figuring a more forceful approach would work, she reached back to one of the Poke balls around her belt. With practiced aim, she threw it, landing squarely between the boys eyes before plopping down into his lap. "There is your first Pokémon. Now, let's get going before I start showing your mother your magazine collection..." She turned and walked out the door again, waiting for him on the landing, assuming that'd get him moving. The ball now sitting in Sticks lap had a small leaf engraving above the catch. Should he open it, the light will reveal a small green, adorable littleChikorita. The grass type looked up at her new trainer with wide eyes, a smile seemingly on her face, before nuzzling into Sticks. Even if Keys was annoyed, this little guy or girl was happy to see him. As Cherry makes her way along towards Violet City after she captured Grape a little Cantata. The way along from route 30 to 31 was a bit of a stretch, thankfully they had rested up at a Pokémon center back in town. The Nurse Joy there had been nice, but she had a strange way of saying "We hope to see you again." As if she was expecting the rookie to get in over her head and come to have her Pokémon healed up again. The pathway along route 30 to 31 gave Cherry her first taste of a journey. It was here she would encounter on route 30 a Ridge that upon her entering into the grass attacked. It would swoop and dive at her from above. Making it a little harder to hit then the Regatta, hopefully Cherry could manage it.___________________________________________Sticks would grumble as Keys had him by his proverbial poke balls. "Ahh come on Keys... have mercy on me a little will ya..." Sticks grumbled then looked at the ball that she threw with the skill of a pitcher, but it landed short and landed at the center of his lap. The hard ball hitting him well... in the balls causing him to groan and grab his crotch... "Own..." Then he looked up seeing the ball suddenly open and from it a Charity emerged and began to nuzzle him like a cat and in the sweetest tone "Chip. Chika..." It was clear this was a little lady he had here. Hearing Krystal heading downstairs he grimaced, and pulled up his pants and didn't bother putting Charity back into its poke ball, as he simply grabbed the ball, his bag then stuck Charity up under his arm carrying her out the door." Bye mom, going out with Keys don't check my room there is nothing perverse or erotic hiding in there. Also tell dad I'm looking forward to trying his latest berry juice, if it comes in when I'm away have a post guy send it to the closest poke mart okay?" He made sure his poke gear was on and that he had Keys's number and mothers, and looking through he saw Elm wanted to add his number. "Hey Keys why's your dad trying to get on my calling list?" He asked slipping his shoes on not bothering to comb back his hair, while Keys was pretty, and likely very charming, but he had known her since they were kids, and thus he had trouble seeing her as a girl sometimes. Cherry was quick to shield her head with her arms as a Ridge swooped down. However, Apple was quick to come to the rescue, leaping up and intercepting the attack, taking the hit for its trainer. "Apple!" Cherry turned, worried about her partner, but found Apple was okay, a little beat up but still hanging in there. "You're okay, good, now hit it back!" Hopping back to get herself out the line of fire as bird and artificial Pokémon clashed. The fight was quick, the Ridge landing a couple more hits on Apple before the Polygon could hit back. However, one hit was all Cherry needed before she threw out another one of her balls. Another couple of shakes and click and the Ridge was hers. She was quick to grasp the ball again. "Welcome to the team Apricot!" Celebrating once again as she slowly began filling out her team. Using a Potion to patch Apple up, she'll continue on, making her way to Violet City.----------------------------------------------------------"I'll have mercy when you actually do as I say!" Kris called back as she walked out, letting him get ready, least partly. She began to head out the door and back out towards Route 29, only hanging around long enough to make sure Sticks was following." Have fun dear, don't get into any trouble." His mother responded as he left, honestly glad Keys was able to get him moving. She was more than happy for him to go on a journey like this, it is good for him in the end." So he can keep you updated, also so you can let him know about your progress.... granted I'll likely have to do that." Keys was under no illusions as to who was doing the heavy lifting out of the two of them. For example, she knew she'd need to drag him to route 29, which is where she was trailing him right now. The route hadn't really changed since Cherry got to it, just one less Cantata. Not that Sticks ran into a Cantata, instead there was another rodent, aSentretstanding on its tale, poking out of the tall grass before them. Keys gave Sticks a look when she saw the wild Pokémon. "Now then, do I need to shot you how to catch a Pokémon, or have you got this?" The ball shook 3 times then confirmed Ridge's capture. Thus, Cherry could continue her journey. However on her way to route 31 a boy with a blue baseball cap, and Yellow shirt jumped out from the wood works with a poke ball in hand and a grin on his face. Then he thrusts his arm out." You must be new around here, haven't seen your face... if you're a trainer then we must do battle... and if I win I get to take your money... but. You don't look like you have much, so I wager if you don't have any money." He giggles all creepy like and a nose bleed dripping from his nose which would be sucked back up, and he threw out his poke ball, and he grins out popped a Regatta. "My Cantata is of the top percent of Cantata!"_________________________________________________Sticks would allow Keys to explain how catching Pokémon works. He sits down and allows Charity sit on his lap. He pulls out some dried berries and would be snacking on them with Charity while Keys explained in a very intricate way on how to catch a Pokémon requires one to think carefully and weaken the Pokémon. But as she was talking he and Charity didn't seem to be paying that much attention as he popped a dried PCHA berry into her mouth and she marred in joy. "You like that one, huh? Yeah, I like the PCHA berry raisin too, huh?" Keys would be used to Sticks flippant behavior, yet it didn't make her scold him any less. "Sticks are you even listening? I can't believe you aren't paying any attention, don't come crying to me if it gets away." She said sounding miffed at him, causing Sticks to sigh, and gently massage Charity's scalp and looks down at Charity. Then takes her off his lap for a moment and sets her off to the side and moves past Keys by himself, taking a free ball off her belt as he passes by presses the button as the ball enlarges, and then he just chucks it at the Secret, 3 wiggles are all it takes and he retrieves it. "Kay, caught the Pokémon... what was that about weakening it oh yeah want some Berry Raisins?" He said holding out the bag and grins at her, watching her go wide-eyed at how easy he made that look. "How... how did you?" She was in shock that her low effort childhood friend managed to make that look mediocre easy. "I just took the ball and threw it." He picks up the ball and tosses it into his bag and looks to her "Okay, is this what you wanted me for?" Cherry raised a brow at Joey, she had plenty of money, so even if she lost she'd be able to pay him. Course Cherry was oblivious to Joey's lustful thoughts, thoughts that weren't likely to come to fruition. Looking back she turned to Apple who still floated about with her. "Apple, the one two punch please." Taking a step back to let her Polygon handle this. Poyrgon's were very intelligent Pokémon, so she'd already planned out some combos for it to use at just a single command. Joey's regatta was faster, the purple rodent lunging forward and tackling the Polygon... who just sat their and sharpened its sides. Then as Joey's rat pulled back, Apple charged forward, hitting with an enhanced Tackle, sending the poor rodent flying and knocked out. "Good job Apple!" Cherry then took a step forward, holding out her hand. "I believe you owe me some money?" Giving a sweet, innocent smile.--------------------------------------------------------------You could see the rage and frustration building up in Keys' face, her eyes twitching a little. Here she was, learning all the advanced catching strategies and trying to impart wisdom to him.... and he just went ahead and caught it effortlessly. "You...." She shook her head, fingers rubbing her temples with a sigh. "That won't always work, typically won't work.... Come on, let's get going..." Sighing, she headed on out, towards Cherry grove. Unlike Cherry, Sticks was not accosted by the youngsters of bug catchers on the route. Instead, his path was clear, able to nab a Needle on Route 30 and a Teddy on Route 31. This left the path for him and Keys clear to Violet City, the first major settlement in the region he'd come across. Also, this was the first of many Gyms, something Keys looked to Sticks expectantly for. "So... Ready to go challenge your first Gym?" Then Cherry arrived after thumping Joey and...everyone else along the way. Getting herself another friend along the way a Cater pie which was caught shortly after the last bug catcher on route 31 goes down. Upon reaching Violet City her team was looking sharp, having battled everyone from Joey onwards, she walked away the winner up to this point her Pokémon growing stronger along with her. They stop at a Pokémon center completely disregarding a man standing outside his house asking if they've caught a Bell sprout and would like to trade him for his Unix, sadly Cherry hadn't a Bell sprout and had to turn the man down. However once her Pokémon were all healed up she was ready to step in and battle her first Gym Leader Faulkner sat at the back of the Gym looking up as she entered. "So, are you a challenger..." The doors slam shut behind her and the gym trainers which she quickly made work of, then could proceed to Faulkner, and thus their Battle begins. "I hope you're ready to put everything on the line then, my Pokémon won't lose." The battle had been intense, but Gyms were nothing like the trainers out there. They were insanely tough, and her team didn't stand any chance. Being thumped by Faulkner he looked at the girl her Pokémon had all been taken out. He walked forward, and gently he pushed her down on her knees the Hawkeye boy gazed down at her. "Does failure hurt?" He asked her, as he would look to his boys as he looked down at her.______________________________________________Sticks and Krystal were now arriving in Violet City after he had caught a Needle and a Leda with nearly no effort in it at all. Keys was fuming now, how was he doing that, and better question why were their no trainers along the way here he hadn't battled any one once along the way. "You are possibly the worst...." Stiks having stopped by a stall in town getting three crêpes from a stall outside the Pokémon center handing one off to Keys having made sure all three were some sort of Berry type. He didn't seem to ever put Charity into her ball somewhat oddly becoming attached to the little Grass type he sorta just let it walk beside him. Kinda humane for the weird berry obsessed pervert, he had assorted berries for all of them, even the one he gave to Krystal, his berry obsession had been cute when they were little now she wasn't so fond of berries. She looked like she was pouting to him. "Why are you pouting..." Keys would get red in the cheeks as she looked up at him quite furious." How... how can you be so good at catching things, but be so... so. Ugh." She threw the crêpe at him catching it, when you get used to things being thrown at you when the girl whose your friend throws a tantrum and likes to throw things to show she's mad you learn to catch things aimed straight for your head. Then there was a man who walked up to them, while Keys stormed off towards Bell sprout tower shouting profanities all about, which may or may not offend a tower full of priests. The man was looking at him, "Please sir, if you have a Bell sprout. Do you perhaps wish to trade it for my Unix?" The man would have bothered another less easy going guy but Sticks was pretty calm and offered the man a seat on the bench to talk for a while. "So. what's this about a Bell sprout. oh, yeah want this extra crêpe, the girl I was with didn't want it." He watched Keys storming all the way into the tower in her rampant tantrum. She would be fine... wouldn't she? He hummed and would look to the man, who declined the crêpe he was offering. "I wanted a Bell sprout ever since I was cast out of the Bell sprout tower you see... they wouldn't let me join the Sages of the tower without one, and..." Sighing, Sticks gives Charity a belly rub after she finished the crêpe and rolled over the napkins the cream off her upper lip, he had a rather... good nature towards his Pokémon. "So... you want me to go get you a Bell sprout?" He asked, looking at the tower Keys stormed off into... that girls Taurus level tantrums might actually have given him an idea on how to help the poor guy. "If I get you one, promise me that Unix of yours is going to be a good one?" The man's eyes sparkled brightly hearing someone answering his Lee. "Oh, thank you sir, yes... yes I will make sure it is the best Unix you will ever see if you get me that Bell sprout. Calmly Sticks stood up slinging his bag over his shoulder and looks to Charity." Come on China, we have to go stop our raging Ry horn before she offends the nice monks of that tower over there." Sticks says to Charity who was nicknamed China along the way. China would salute Sticks with her leaf before turning and bowing to the man before walking on her stubby little legs after Sticks who walked to the Bell sprout tower. "Don't worry, I'm not going to lose either!" Cherry proclaimed, full of confidence as her and her Polygon got ready to battle. "Apple, let's do this!" The Polygon charging forward... before getting destroyed by Faulkner. His Ridge had gone down easy, sure, but his ace? His Midget swept through her team, leaving her alone and defeated, eyes wide in shock. As he approached, Cherry reached into her bag pulling her purse out. "Right... I suppose I owe you some Mon..." She stopped though as he pushed her down, looking up at the taller man, a little fearfully. "I. Guess... Plan to get better and try again though..." She glanced around at the other men in the gym, confused why she was getting those looks...--------------------------------------------Keys arrived at the temple, still fuming but a little settled. Only a little though, she kind of barged into the sacred tower, several monks looking at her in disapproval before going back to their duties. She herself began to tour the place, still muttering under her breath her frustration at all this." Can I help you mam?" One of the kindly monks asked, approaching the frustrated woman." Knock some sense into my best friends damn head..." She huffed, glancing away and muttering under her breath. "Fucking idiot..." Referring to Sticks. The Monk heard of course, frowning, misunderstanding but still trying to show restraint. "Mam, I'm going to have to ask you to leave..." Krys raised a brow at the monk, this seeming to annoy her more. "Leave, why the hell would I leave, this is a public site right?" The monk sighed, reaching for a Poke ball. "I must insist..." The stubborn Keys, who was without Pokémon right now, about to be challenged to a fight. This is where Sticks would walk in on, a single monk about to throw his Bell sprout at his partner. Faulkner tisked, "You should have known losing would cost more than money, remember what I said at the beginning, you're going to put everything on the line." He smirked and would unzip his pants. His boys gathering around them rather miffed about losing before Faulkner shot them a glance. "You guys aren't getting any of her..." He had a dislike for losers and the gym trainers were clearly losers alright. So he wouldn't let them enjoy his victory. His pants dropped, and his cock flopped out, he shoved it straight into the young Naive novice trainers mouth. Roughly hammering her down in the back of her throat his cock thrusting in and out. The whole situation continued for quite some time even as she was begging for mercy, or what sounded like it, was hard to tell when someone's genitals were pressed into your wind pipe. Faulkner took his victory like a champ, taking her mouth this time and then cumming in it roughly filling her belly full of his sticky thick seed. Before dropping her and pulling up his pants. "Now get out of my sight... or come back when you've trained a little more, either your Pokémon... or your gag reflex..." Sending Cherry back to the Pokémon center with a real hoarse throat.________________________________________________Stick did in fact walk in on the sage about to throw his balls and sprout at his partner. "Keys...what did you do to upset the nice religious skinhead?" The monk turning to hear that didn't look any more pleased with Stick's attitude either. "Young man I will have you..." Stick looked at the man and then Keys, "Now Keys apologize to the man..." Keys would grit her teeth seeing that the man was really edging towards a fight, and well, if her foul mouth could get him to actually show some effort well... Keys then screamed at the top of her lungs. "FUUUUUUCKKKKK!" It would appear that Keys at this point could be heard not just from the tower but well back into Cherry grove. Covering his ears and China's as well using his legs to block her ear holes he would recover to see the whole Monastery of sages brought down to him. They're including their leader came to see what vulgar language was being shouted within their sanctity. "What is all this?" The balding aged bearded monk at the center of them all was the leader. Seems he had the most hair out of the other skinheads. "Wow... so are all of you guys... related, cause you all have the same male patterned baldness." This, this right here was sort of why Keys and him were both the best of friends and the worst of enemies as he effortlessly angered the entire tower of sages, he wound up actually taking them all on despite himself resulting in him romping the whole tower including the Sage leader, it was so effortless too. Like... like it only seemed to make Keys's anger stop and quickly return to her slump of surprise." How, you. Just got most of them and haven't used them once... how did you know how to win.?" The sage leader chuckled. "It has been a long while since we've had a good thrashing like that... now then tell me why have the two of you come here?" The aged man seemingly humbled down after all the bell sprouts and everything went down. "I came here to...calm. Down." Keys looked to Sticks her shoulders slumping down as her rage had watered down and seemed no longer present." I came for one of them Bell sprouts you guys have here... is there one I might have seeing as this establishment seems to be one rooted in Charity right?" The elder would stroke his long gray beard then chuckles tossing his over to Sticks. "I wager it will do better outside training then with me." It was a shame that he'd be doing this to the poor old man, but in truth... He went from taking it to handing it off to the guy wanting it more than he did. Then reaped the reward... he would take the ball holding the Unix in exchange for the Bell sprout the tower Sage gave him. Keys was stunned by this, but she didn't scold him. As he then openly sent out Unix. "By the way what is an Unix." He said and tossed it out and saw that what it was... was a giant rock snake. Onix, roared as it was freed from its poke ball looking to its new trainer and the Charity standing beside him. "Hey there Rocky." He said looking up at the big guy. Then looked to the man. "Now you did train it up a little right?" Sticks asked turning his head to see that the man had vanished. Looking up, he aimed the ball out and returned Unix to its ball looking to Keys... "So what now?" He was still new to this being a trainer thing after all. "Everything on the line, what do you mean by that?" Her innocent amber eyes wide and looking up at him. She really was as innocent a looked, she'd always been about Pokémon, never really touched upon sex herself. Well that was about to change, her gaze falling as he dropped his pants. Her mouth and eyes went wide, shock coming over the little pink haired girl." Sir... I..." She didn't get to finish that sentence as suddenly his cock was shoved down her throat. She struggled, but the girl was quite a bit weaker than him, forced to endure it as he gripped her pink hair. Furthermore, she gagged around the cock, but even the tears streaming down her face didn't stop him. He seemed there for his own pleasure and soon the pretty young girl was forced to swallow a load. When he let go, she collapsed down, coughing and gasping for air, spitting up some cum but not much. She was quick to crawl away, getting herself up and practically running to the Pokémon center in tears. She wasn't the first or last girl that Faulkner had done this too, so her stumbling into the Pokémon center looking like this was quite the common sight. So Cherry went and sobbed in the corner while she waited for her team to be healed, her first day of adventuring not going well...------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Keys had stood and watched him beat the entire order of Sages, alone with fresh Pokémon. Her face was red, she just couldn't understand how he did it! But still, it got him training, one step closer to doing the gym at least. Also on the bright side, he got himself an Unix, seems like he was really getting prepared, ready, maybe he wasn't a lost cause after all? Then he went and asked what they were doing now, which nearly got Keys to snap again. Sometimes she couldn't believe they were friends! "Gym! Faulkner, Badge! You know, whole reason we are here! Gas!" And with that, Keys went and dragged Sticks to the gym, not having the patience to deal with him. The gym fight with Faulkner went much like it did for Cherry. He beat the other trainers, then had him down to his second Pokémon... and lost just like her! Faulkner sighed at this, having enough of losers right now. "Fine, fine, give me the money and get the hell out. Come back when you're ready this time?" Reclining back in his small throne, kind of hating beating male trainers. Sticks was a little surprised at the whole situation, but he shrugged his shoulders. Actually looking over Keys looked a little more stunned then he did. "How... I... we had the perfect plan. You... you lost. Like that." Keys said. Then it was here the ugly truth about Sticks came out. "Umm Keys, did you bring any money with you... before we got here, I spent my last bit of allowance on the crêpes..." He plainly said, bringing Faulkner to look over at Keys and then to Sticks. "Well... if you can't pay the losing fee." The gym trainers all gathered around Keys, and began to lick their lips. "Well. I can't pay you and well... I don't know." Keys turned and looked furious at Sticks. "You... you failure." Sticks shrugs his shoulders. "Well Keys you have fun, these guys look like they want to get to know ya." Sticks said leaving Keys surrounded by the guys, and then wandered off in to the Pokémon Center having his team recovered, and he would look over seeing a pink haired girl... "Well...then, you look like you've taken a pounding from the gym also?" His Charity walking beside him instead of being in its ball. "Wait, where the hell are you going don't leave me!" Keys shouted out, ready to throw something. She'd chase after and beat Sticks if it weren't for all the guys starting to crowd around her. Two gym trainers and Faulkner himself, starting to bare down on her, leaving her to be slowly backed into a corner. "Listen, I know what you're thinking and it's not worth it. Look let me call my father, he's a professor, I can pay you back with interest!" Quickly she reached for her Poke gear, the blue haired girl hoping they didn't stop her...-----------------------------------------------------------Cherry quickly cleared her eyes, taking a deep breath. She didn't want to be a crying mess to everyone and had mostly stopped now regardless. She looked up, eyes a tad red, but mostly fine. "Yeah.... Flanker was stronger than expected..." She glanced down, looking at China, a smile forming on her face as she looked at the cute girl. "Say..." Her amber eyes sparked up with insight, looking up to meet him. "How about we train with each other?" She was so eager she almost forgot to introduce herself, almost. Rising to her feet, she blushed embarrassed, trying to put the thought of the gym behind her right now. "Names Cherry by the way, nice to meet you!" Extending her hand out to Sticks with a smile. She recovered quick for someone who just got raped and face fucked for the first time. Faulkner and his guys were not so easy on Keys. Each of her holes had a dick in it. Faulkner at her mouth. One trainer at her cunt, and the other. The other penetrated her anus. They worked on her for a bit, the other two were a little more built up then Faulkner as he had just been sucked off not long ago. Faulkner's dick likely having some of Cherry's saliva still on it. Krys was a strong girl, but three guys were more than she could handle and the fact her most sacred of holes were being plundered by these bastards... he would make them pay, she would find Sticks. She would beat the hell out of him, then drag him back here, then have him beat them, so she could beat them. It was clear Keys had a tad bit of a vengeful streak. The men had their fun then pulled out and would leave Keys a dripping cum filled mess. "And tell that boyfriend of yours to get stronger, he won't be going anywhere if he can't get passed me." Faulkner and his goons smirk as they snickered and left her to pick herself up.___________________________________________________Cherry had been a nice girl so far, she hadn't thrown anything at him. So, while he could have gone back and helped Keys out seeing his Pokémon were at full health now. He decided to chat this girl up. "Yeah... names Sticks." He said shaking her hand his Chiquita at his side not in her poke ball seeming to affectionately follow at his side like a good partner. His gaze looked the girl over, she was cute he guessed a little young and baby face looking. "So, you um... into this whole Pokémon trainer thing then?" He said looking at her as she seemed to be an eager one. Kris wasn't like Cherry, she didn't sob and panic about this. On the contrary, she just got pissed off! At Faulkner at Sticks, men in general, mostly Sticks though for wasting his money and leaving her high and dry like this. So yeah, she was forced into it by these men, having many firsts, but her thoughts weren't on this situation, they were on getting revenge. So the entire time she was just glaring up at Faulkner as he forced her to give head. When he was done, she hardly even waited, not responding to the taunts. She just got cleaned up, readjusted her clothes and headed back to the Pokémon Centre. There was fury in her eyes, all of it directed at Sticks right now.... Cherry gave a nod to him, smile still present. "Huh, want to be the best trainer in the world!" Glancing down again, she knelt, gently patting China on the head. "Real cutie you have..." She was about to ask something, when suddenly, the door to the Pokémon Centre burst open, an unexpected thunder strike crackling in the distance to go with it. Krys was there, and her eyes went straight for Sticks, if looks could kill, Sticks wouldn't of even had time to react. For now, she stormed over, immediately throwing a punch at his chest. "You complete and utter ASSHOLE! You left me there as fucking payment!?!" Cherry, who had been friendly so far frowned, before glaring up at Sticks. "You did what? How could you!" She wasn't as angry as Keys was, but the outrage was carrying over between the two. Krys glances at Cherry, looked her over, noticing the Poke balls, before grinning, this'd teach him. "Hey, what's your name pinkie?"" Uhm, Cherry." Suddenly the young girl went back to her previous demeanor as Keys turned to him." How'd you like to fight my asshole friend for me, teach him you don't treat a lady like that?" Keys suggested, glaring at Sticks. Cherry didn't even hesitate, now having two women starting him down, one ready to fight him... "Well... what did you expect me to do... it was clear we couldn't leave without paying, and he didn't have any interest in me at... all, so I sorta kinda thought you had the money to pay them... why what did they do?" He played the oblivious card while knowing exactly what China didn't really see a problem and so was wobbling around on her feet trying to get a better idea of what was going on. She then saw the two girls ganging up on her trainer not liking that. So she would take the stage stepping up to defend him. Then Sticks sighs, he really was used to getting hit by Keys, so even her hardest punches bounced off him with ease.Thus, from there Cherry outright joined Keys in the scolding him, which. Was to be settled in a Pokémon battle. Sighing, he was very uninterested in fighting Cherry or Faulkner... But, he digressed, and let her fight him.... To by the end of it all thumping Cherry's well planned and thought out strategies didn't really work on him. Thus, when he trumped over Cherry, he had his Pokémon brought to the center to heal them up. Then Keys gauged at Sticks and punched him in the arm and drags him back to fight Faulkner again. She kicks in the door. "FAULKNER! FIGHT... FIGHT NOW!" Cherry apparently came along for the ride a moment to try and figure out how the hell this guy beat her. Faulkner watched the three come in with a sigh, it hadn't even been a day yet and they wanted a rematch. Reaching over to the healing machine he had in back, he pulled out his two birds again. "Please don't waste my time, as much as I'd love to beat you all night long, I do have other things to do." Right now he was thinking on being harsher on the girls should he win, maybe that'd teach them to take him more seriously. However, much to his shock, Sticks won, not only Sticks, but Cherry too. The girl quickly went and trained, getting her team caught up before fighting and taking Faulkner down too, Apple sweeping like she originally planned. Cherry left with a big smile, a gym badge and a TM for her trouble. She turned to Sticks, smile wide. "Thanks for the help, you aren't a bad trainer yourself." Despite how he didn't seem to be taking it seriously. She prepared to head out, unless he tried to stop her as she went south, down Route 32.---------------------------------------------------Keys was giving Faulkner the finger the entire time as her and Sticks left the gym. "Fuck you asshole!" Slamming the Gym door behind her, feeling ten times better about herself. Smiling she turned to Sticks, before frowning again. "Now... NEVER do that again, I can and will kick you ass myself understand?" She really thought about getting a team of her own, just as a backup for when Sticks wasn't up to the task of protecting her. As the two returned to the Pokémon Centre, they came across something quite unexpected. One of Professor Elm's aides was running over, panting from the run, poor guy most of ran all the way from New Bark... He had a box slung under his arm, seeming to be very careful with it. When he saw Kris and Sticks, he headed straight for them, raising an arm to wave. "Crystal, Miss Elm!" He called out as he closed the distance. Krys stopped, frowning a little, she much prefers people use her nickname, but couldn't be helped sometimes. Shaking her head, she stopped and let the aide catch up with them. "I take it dad sent you, is something wrong?" The aide stopped for a moment, panting to get his breath back, shaking his head to the question. "Not quite, he wanted you two to have something." With that her offered the box to Sticks. Opening it up, he'd find a Pokémon egg, bundled up in straw to protect it on its journey. "A rare egg, your father wants to see how it might grow in the company of other Pokémon!" Krys frowned, not liking the prospect of the normally disinterested Sticks taking care of something so delicate. However, she was with him, so she could make sure it gets the care it needs. "Okay, we'll take it. You'll be able to take care of it, right Sticks?" Giving him a look that told him he better take good care of it. As Cherry was down along her way with TM in hand, victory and badge under her belt. She would be pleased as Pie when along her way she saw a new route before her, finally out of the town and walking the world again. She would encounter a few trainers along the way as she made her way down Route 32 managing to do well until she came across a Bell sprout that got in her way. It would be a little tougher then the Pokémon on earlier routes, but she was in way to good of a mood to let this Bell sprout bother her, with her head high chest puffed out she was ready for new challenges.________________________________________________________The moment he was given the egg Sticks looked to Keys and gave her a lazy little look. He was a little to tired for her to be nagging him, but this... this egg. He held it in his hand was looking it over calmly, it was white with red and blue patterns all over it he was very meticulous about the oddest things. However, a buzz on his poke gear had him take a moment to look at the message across the digital screen an alert was going off, "Top story, May of Horn and the worlds top coordinator will be in Photo for 3 days touring and then will leave on the 3rd day after her interview with Radio show host Mary in Goldenrod..." His eyes lit right up, and he looks to the Professors Aide. "I uh... need to ask you professor's aide what's the fastest way to Goldenrod from here... so I can make sure to be there before the end of the 3rd day?" The Aide looked to Keys hoping she'd help the boy along. "I uh must be going maybe Keys can show you the way." With that the Aide left Sticks looking rather distraught, hugging the egg to him. "If I promise to look after this egg would you know how to get to Goldenrod within 3 days?" He asked her hoping she might. As this was one of the first times she may ever have seen Sticks show ambition about something. How could she not want to help him, even if his reason for getting to Goldenrod was a rather strange commotion. "Well, we have to go through route 32...." Keys said, and would feel Sticks grasp her hand "Great lets go that..." He said about to rush off but managed to bump head long into a woman dressed as a Geisha, the sound of an "Oomph" as she hits the ground drew him back to reality. "Oh so sorry miss." He bowed humbly drawing back to reality before looking down at her "Hamm a Geisha girl...?" Cherry was quick to catch the Bell sprout, using Apple to aid her. The ball clicked, and it was hers, bringing her team up to five. Collecting items upon the way, she was getting herself well-equipped for the next gym... sort of. She was worried by only having the one answer to Bug types, but there was still a route and a cave to go before she got there, plenty of time to get something to deal with Busy. She reached the end of Route 32 by nightfall, stopping to rest in the Pokémon center just before Union Cave. Resting up and relaxing, she prepared herself for the trip into said cave the next day, figuring she should have little issue getting through the pass.---------------------------------------------------------------Keys frowned at Sticks sudden eagerness, there was very few reasons Sticks ever got this worked up on doing something. However, he promised to take care of the egg, and he wasn't really the type to go back on his word, not when he really wanted something. Giving a sigh, she gestured down Route 32. "That'll bring us to Azalea town, from there it is a short hop over to Goldenrod City." However before they could even get going onto route 32, strange lady in a kimono would find herself face to face with Sticks. Literally, least until she fell from the impact. "Oh my..." The woman didn't seem upset just surprised. Looking up at Sticks, she rose to her feet, before looking at the egg he was holding. "Very special egg there... hmm." She looked back up at Sticks, smiling wide. "Take good care of that, I'm counting on you..." With that the girl danced away. Krys looked on confused by the random girl, shaking her head. "Well that was weird... anyway, come on Route's this way." Heading out down Route 32, Sticks would find many trainers, though most of them able to be skipped. In the grass though, he'd find a particularly stubborn Mare, something Keys insisted he caught, once more annoyed by how easy he managed these tasks. It'd be nightfall by the time he reached the Pokémon Centre and Union Cave, having a choice of sleeping the night, or trying to move through the Cave and get a head start. By the time Cherry had arrived at the Pokémon Center the News on the TV's provided in the Pokémon Center were all talking about May having come to Photo for a Radio Interview. The News crew going about talking the top contest Coordinator showing up in sleepy of Photo. The fact that people hanging around were talking about it had the Pokémon Center a buzz even at this late night. The fact Cherry had to hear all her Photo fans that were in this route going on about it. Eventually the doors would open and Sticks and Keys would enter the place. Sticks looking bright-eyed up at the screens holding the egg in his arms and snuggling it close to his chest "Wow, she really is coming to town, I can't wait to meet her." He pulled out a small candy tin which had a variety of poke blocks, some really well blended poke blocks at that. It was no secret he and his father were huge berry nuts. He settled his Pokémon up to be rested at the Pokémon center for a bit, along the travel down here his China had become a Baleen and was now a little bigger, but just as eager to snuggle her trainer. In fact more than a few Pokémon had evolved the Mare they had with them had become a Fluffy relatively quick it was a shock to Keys to know he was actually a competent trainer, having a great few of his Pokémon in their final states." Yo, Cherry your looking well." Sticks said carrying the strange Pokémon egg in his arms, having not let go of it since he had received it... the words of the Geisha girl running in his mind. "I wonder what she meant by that..." He muttered under his breath before sauntering up and relaxing on one of the couches provided and Keys following just in turn. Cherry looked up at the news report, listening to it for a little while. May was certainly world renowned, sweeping as the best Coordinator in both Horn and later Singh. Not too known for her battling ability though, but she'd sometimes let her fans challenge her if she felt in the mood for it. Which seemed to be what the various trainers were hoping for, a chance to meet and fight May. Cherry however wasn't interested, settling down on one of the couches and relaxing after a hard day of battling and walking. Faulkner still bothered her, but she wasn't going to think about it too much. She won in the end, and she was well on her way to her next badge. Busy she didn't think would be a problem anyway, so wasn't worried about anything happening there. She looked up to see Sticks arriving, carrying an egg and accompanied by a very eager Baleen. Smiling, she waved to Sticks, watching him and Keys settle down on the couch with her. "You're looking good too Sticks. Heading to Azalea too?"" Well he wants to go to Goldenrod, but yes." Keys commented, settling on the other side of Sticks, leaving him between the two girls. "Yup, shooting for Goldenrod that is definitely for sure, gotta get there before May leaves for Horn again, so don't have much time to waste." He flashes the girls a smile each, it was clear he was a fan of May's he would pop one of the poke blocks from the dispenser and feeds it to Baleen who happily norms the treat down. Settling away the dispenser he took the egg and looked at it, putting his ear to the egg to see if he could hear anything in it. Not much but the egg was nice and warm. He nuzzles his head against the shell, causing a really odd view of the young man showing that he wasn't all that bad of a choice, perhaps. Then the group rested, then departed through the Dark Cave, Cherry met a Geodude, Sticks met a Geodude, both caught one, then went on their way, fighting trainers along the way. Sticks being oddly determined about the whole time and he and Cherry made it out of the Cave a little around the same time. They then from there caught a Hopi and the other a Cuba, the party had experienced their first lesson on boxing Pokémon, something to do with pressing a button on their Pokédex. Then it sends the Pokémon to a storage system that is able to be accessed at any terminal at any Pokémon center. The outside of the cave began to show signs of dark looming clouds. The teams had finally parted ways and passed by the looks of a well surrounded by thugs in dark suits with a giant red R on the front. "You are a fan of the Pokémon Contests then? That's pretty cool." Cherry said, watching Sticks treat his Baleen with a smile. She kind of bought into what seemed to be his love for his Pokémon, something Keys was worried about at first, less so now. Still, she didn't quite buy the May thing, something seemed a little off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. The night passed, and they went off into the Union Cave, there being little issue while they travelled as a group. The Geodude she called Antelope, keeping her fruit naming theme up, what happens when you call a girl Cherry. The cave was soon passed, as was the small little route between there and Azalea Town. By this point, Cherry was more than ready to fight the gym. Before they hit the town though, there were the men in black gathered around the well. Cherry stopped, looking suspicious, until she saw the red R. Frowning, she remembered stories from her father about Team Rocket, when he was held captive with the rest of the Sylph Co staff. Gritting her teeth, the normally cute girl got a determined look in her eye as she stormed forward, Apple trailing behind. "Hey, what are you doing here!?" Krys facepalmed at Cherry charging forward, shaking her head. "Girl's going to get herself hurt.... Sticks, can you help her please?" Crystal looked to her partner, hoping he wasn't just going to abandon the girl to charge head first into a gang alone. Sticks calmly nods. Handing the egg to Keys for a bit. "Sure, hold onto this for a bit will ya, don't want kids getting hurt. And gotta get the other one before she gets herself hurt charging in at criminals." He said leaving the egg for Keys to hold. "Meet us at the Pokémon Center would ya, I think I can handle punks like them." With Baleen in tow, they stormed the operation of team Rocket cutting off Slowpoke tails for some sick delicacy they were making money off of. Thankfully with Sticks's help Cherry didn't wind up getting herself into too much trouble. Thus working together they rooted out the criminals from the Slowpoke well together, and met up with Keys a little after at the Pokémon Center. Sticks looked to Cherry who seemed to have a great dislike for those criminals." I wager you've got a personal history with those guys, huh?" He asked, with her looking as she had when they left the well till now. It was clear, but upon receiving the egg back from Keys he smiles at her. "Well we flushed the scum from the well, now I wager we can beat that Gym, and be off on our way to Goldenrod." It was clear he was real eager to try and meet May over in Goldenrod before she departed, as much as he wanted to sympathize with Cherry and her dislike for Team Rocket, they did have to get on their way. "Come on Keys lets go punch out the Gym Leader here and be on our way." He flashed a grin at Keys showing a really odd amount of eagerness to be on his way to Goldenrod... this whole thing with May seemed fishy to Keys, and she wagered it was some pervy obsession of his. Cherry slowly calmed as the rocket grunts and their leader was sent packing, their operation here ruined. Looking at all the Slowpoke, she sighed, wondering who would do such a cruel thing. Turning to Sticks, the girl smiled, returning to her old self some. "You could say that, thanks for the help, I'll catch up with you later." Bending over, she tended to some of the Slowpoke as they were brought back out. Heading to the Gym, Sticks would find Busy a challenge, but not to the degree Faulkner was. The Bug type gym leader was much more interested in collecting bugs, rather than battling it out with people. Still a job was a job, so he fought and lost Sticks, soon Cherry too, having a much easier time than Sticks. Speaking of Cherry, before Sticks and Keys could leave town, the pink haired girl ran up to them, poke ball in hand. "Hold it there Sticks, I want to battle you, rematch for back in Violet City!" She proclaimed, holding out a Poke ball with a wide smile. She wasn't going to lose this time, she was sure of it. In fact, she was right, Cherry managing to more or less dominate Stick's team. Smiling wide, the girl leaped into the air in excitement. "There we go, one each! Will make sure to beat you next time too!" With that the girl left quickly a whirlwind of movement and energy." Well... she's eager." Shaking her head, Keys looked to the midday sun. "We should be able to hit Goldenrod by sundown at the latest, maybe sooner. Just got to get through the Forest and Route 34." As Cherry swamps the floor with team Rocket, Busy. And Sticks. She makes her way off into the forest between Azalea Town and Goldenrod. The pass was relatively easy for someone as prepared as she was, and after beating, her self-proclaimed rival. Was he her rival... He didn't seem like it, but something about him just made her want to challenge him any chance she got. Her happy chance of beating Sticks before she departed Azalea Town was fresh in her happy little heart. Then she was met with a road block of sorts. There was a tree in the way of the path it was thin and covered in sharp thorns that would make it dangerous to try and squeeze around. A road block like this wasn't good... But then there was this lucky coincidence, a Farfetch'd ran by her being chased by the son of Azalea Towns local charcoal maker. He was having a rough time getting the bird Pokémon to follow orders. It ran right between Cherry's legs and then ran off into the forest. The boy was a little older than her with baggy clothes and a white headband wrapped around his head likely to catch the sweat from his brow. "Oh darn... if only I had the proper badge, then my dads Farfetch'd would listen to me... hey miss... you're a Pokémon trainer right... and it looks to me like you've got yourself the badge from Azalea Town... I need a favor, you mind helping me catch my dads Farfetch'd if you do, I have this HM 01 on me, that I can give to you in return._________________________________Sticks had been slacking a bit more noticeably now to Keys, sure he had done well at helping Cherry root out team Rocket. But he had Pokémon designed to smash bug types like Unix, yet he had managed to struggle considerably against him, sure he won... But he could have easily done better. Then, he had actually pulled out a loss against Cherry right before leaving town. She sighs hoping she didn't make a poor decision in choosing him to be her partner. "Sticks... you really need to start doing better, if you keep going like this, you won't ever manage to reach World Champion Status..." Sticks looked over at Cherry, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder." I don't know anything about this... World Champion stuff. Besides, I let her win that one, she looked like she could use some energy..." Keys sighed hearing 'the happy to help a girl out' side of Sticks, that was charming yet at the same time the reason why he infuriated her sometimes, and what made it worse is she knew he had been with her so long to the point he was immune to the idea she was ever a girl he'd need to help out, which caused her heart to hurt sometimes, she then gave him a light slug in the shoulder slumping her shoulders. "Idiot..." She mumbled, the hit not nearly as strong as it could've been since she limp noodled the impact. Then a sudden gasp from China who had managed to recover enough energy to stand up was looking at the egg." Hmmm China what is it." Sticks asked, looking down at the egg in his arm, which had hatched without either of them noticing, the egg now was looking like it had been split open at the top. Till the two of them noticed feet and arms popping out of the egg. Keys went bright-eyed. "WWW it's a baby Pokémon." She really was a girl sometimes, the newly hatched Topi looked around and then up at the two of them, as if it saw them as its mother and father. "Priii." It said the team trek back to the Pokémon center, Keys having taken a hold of Topi who was named Serene by the two of them. Hadn't been let go of by Keys since she got the baby girl Topi in her arms snuggling her to her breasts." Oh wow, I have to call dad. Oh and, you should probably let your dad know how your doing too." Keys said as the group took the moment to restock on supplies for the trek through the forest, and well make some phone calls. A call to Professor Elm and one to Sticks father, Barely. Barely was the gene that made Sticks the way he was having spoiled his son when he was around, having gone to Horn for work he wasn't around much, so a phone call between the two was often lively banter about berries and juice, but this time his dad had a gift for him." Son, why don't you check your poke-boxes, I left you a present." He said Sticks moving to check the poke box for a moment there were the icons for the Pokémon he had put away, and there was his dads gift. Which he pulled out and swapped with Leda right quick, also to make room for Topi in the group Turret was boxed. Then he happily held the ball holding his dads gift in hand. Then would send it out. "Come on out!" The ball opened to reveal a Pokémon that was every bit like Sticks himself. Cherry watched the Farfetch'd run past with some confusion, before she turned and spotted the boy chasing it. She listened to the boy's plight, smiling sweetly to him and giving a quick nod. "Can do mister." Quickly dashing off to chase after said Farfetch'd. After some time, effort and a lot of annoying spooking the Farfetch'd into running, Cherry was able to corner the duck and get it caught. Returning triumphant, she rather than teach one of her Pokémon cut, just went up to the blocking tree with the newly acquired Pokémon. "Just borrowing him a moment. Farfetch'd cut this down please." And with a quick slash of his leek, the tree was felled, clearing the path. Cherry made her way to Goldenrod then, fighting trainers and catching Pokémon along the way. The Hoot hoot from the forest was nothing special, so she boxed it, the Drowned on the route after that was another matter, replacing Blueberry the Butter free on the team. She felt pretty good about preparing for the gym, but first the Game Corner had TM's, and she wanted them and had just the Polygon to cheat herself to coins...--------------------------------------------------"It hatched into a Togas, isn't it adorable!?" Keys was at one of the machines calling her father, using it for the full video rather than just the poke gear as a phone. She still clutched the little baby Pokémon in her arms, quite taken with the adorable thing. "Apparently a few are around in Singh, but to see an egg native to here!"" Ah yes, I'd heard of Cynthia using a Pokémon like that. Rare thing indeed, hope you and Silver take care of it and yourselves now." Elm stated with equal parts worry and pride for his daughter." It'll be fine dad, I'm a big girl I can..." Keys was cut off from her sentence by the sudden feel of something clinging to her back. At first confusion, but then shock when slimy tendrils began wrapping around her breasts from behind! "Uhm, gotta go dad, love you bye!" Quickly hanging up the phone before he could see. The newly released Shuck, was quick to lose interest in his master. However, seeing Keys caught the Pokémon's eye. Evidently taking after Sticks and Barkley, the Pokémon liked women and unlike Sticks, he saw Crystal for one. So he leaped, leaping far for a mobile rock and wrapped himself around her, breast first of course. Krys began struggling, her movements limited by still holding the baby Pokémon. "Sticks, what is this thing and get it off please!" Squirming she felt the thing starting to slide its tendrils down her shirt. "WWW, no, no, no!!!" As Cherry exited the forest after having the spiky tree cut down, and catching the hoot hoot and making her way past a strange shrine along the way. A soft brain cry was heard before something small and green darted off into the forest before vanishing like a mirage. It was likely nothing, as there would be no sign of it when she looked for it again. So she easily made her way along to the next leg of her journey of course Goldenrod City was lively as the Contest Queen from Horn May was in the area. But strangely enough reporters around the city hadn't actually seen her. A figure wrapped in a dark cloak darts into the Large Goldenrod Department store and rides the elevator all the way to the top floor. The elevator taking them all the way to the top. Then as they stepped onto the rooftop the figure takes in a warm breath of air. Plopping down onto one of the seats and sighing in a very feminine tone before pulling back the hood "Escaped, the Paparazzi at last..." The figure possessing brown hair and a red bandana tied into a bow. Grabbing her wallet as she stood up and moved towards the vending machine but in the process of doing so she clumsily drops her wallet, and it scuttles under the machine. "Oh...no." She would look around helplessly.____________________________________________As the poke ball opened and the Chuckle was released out, it took one look at Sticks, then over to Keys and would readily extend out its yellow stretchy limbs and latch onto her. The naughty mold Pokémon began to do what Sticks himself had never bothered to do to Keys. Because if he had, she would have punched him. While this was going on Baleen came over and would use its vines to grasp and take Topi out of Keys's arms for a moment while she made sure Keys didn't toss around the newborn too much and make her sick. Shucks would squeeze down and grope onto Keys, the poor girl unlike with Faulkner was wriggling around helplessly in the middle of the poke center the Nurse Joy was just giggling at the scene behind the counter as if this happened all the time... Nurses were awful people. Then Sticks came up and was trying to tug the stubborn naughty Chuckle off of Keys's back, the slithering sticky tendrils of Shucks wrapping around her waist and her breasts tightly. The thing didn't seem to want to let go, as he tried to pull and force it off, he came to a randomly good idea. He pulled out Shucks ball and would return it. "Well.... that was funny." He said looking to Keys... "Are you alright?" Sticks finally asked, seeing Keys looking red in the face as she closed up her shirt and looks over at Sticks... "You... keep... that thing away from me... we clear?" Her nipples obviously hard from the rough treatment. From there on, they walked through the forest easy enough, an encounter with another Kimono girl after the place where Cherry chopped down the tree. She looked to be praying to some shrine so, the two of them didn't disturb, but did not go unnoticed. The trek through the forest went pretty quickly, also bagging himself a Hoot Hoot, which was boxed, and upon leaving the forest he caught a Drowse which he had with him in place of Unix for a bit till he met a guy in the Department Store when they arrived who wanted it for his Macho, seeing opportunity to help someone he went for it. In return, he got a Macho. Which would definitely be a big help in the upcoming gym, however that was far from Sticks's mind as he would look around the place, noticing there was a lot of folk with cameras and microphones moving around." Has anyone seen the Contest Queen anywhere?" One of them asked, to which the rather mischievous little Chuckle of his simply came out of its ball and went up to where the cloaked figure was dealing with her Wallet under the Vending Machine. Being a smooth Chuckle, Shucks would act like quite the gentlewoman and would use its long stretchable yellow limbs to help the girl out Shucks would slip its tendril like arms under and grasp the wallet. It made its little cry and held up the wallet, so the figure could take it. The mischief nowhere in its beady black eyes. Cherry watches the figure zip past, confused as she watched them go. She was debating chasing after them, seeing if they were Team Rocket, but she elected to leave that be right now. Besides, with all the press around, Cherry made an educated guess on who it was. For now though she looked to Apple as she approached the little Game Corner. "You know the plan, right Apple?" Getting a happy little electric noise from her Polygon in return. Smiling, she headed on in, to the Volt orb Flip machine that replaced the slots. Not long and many hacks later, Cherry came out having cleared house. She bought all the TM's and was debating coming back and buying a Pokémon or two from the place, but was going to save it for now. Now with a fully equipped Polygon, she headed for Whitney's Gym.---------------------------------------------------------------May had heard she was popular oversees, but this was just over the top. The moment the train pulled into Golden Rod, she could see she was in for a rough day. Paparazzi everywhere, waiting to ambush her on the train. Sighing, she wished she could just have a normal holiday somewhere without being hounded. Still, she had a plan, not the best one but a plan anyway. Pulling out a black cloak and hood from her bag, he put the disguise on, quickly leaving from the rear car. She didn't stop to see if she had fooled anyone, just kept walking, turning to a run when she left the train station itself. Zipping past Cherry, the girl went for the department store, quickly heading for the roof, where she could see the city it. In the end, it worked, she got up here and nobody followed her. Breathing a sigh of relief she headed to the edge and took in the majestic city of Goldenrod with a smile, enjoying the simple view. Now she was done taking a breather and could hear others coming, she moved over to the corner of the roof with the vending machines. She went ahead and ordered a lemonade, reaching for her purse... and finding it missing. Her eyes went wide, trying to figure what she could have done with it, did she leave it on the train? No, she couldn't have, where did she put it?! Her mind was put at ease though by the appearance of Shuck, the little thing holding her purse in one of its tendrils. Giving a genuine smile, she bent down and petted the little Chuckle on the head. "Good boy, thank you for finding that." Taking her purse, she rose up again and went to get a drink, turning her back on Shuck for a moment. However, as Cherry stepped out of the Game Corner the Game Owner ripping his hair out on the inside due to having never seen anyone come in and walk out with so much coin. The Cops would be left unaware for now, leaving it easy for her to Bee-line straight to the Golden Rod Gym, however she would notice before she entered the looks of a woman tending to some flowers. They were carrying inside some of the newer pots and some of them looked a little heavy for the middle-aged flower girl. She looked over towards the girl about to enter the Gym. "Oh, you must be here to challenge Whitney are you, be careful in there she is a tough one." With that Cherry let herself into the Gym, which was full of... busty bodacious women all around. Each of them turning to look at the more slender petite Cherry and giving a smarmy smirk her way. The Leader Whitney however had a modest looking bust, yet an openly snarky smirk looking towards Cherry, she had pulled the milk bottle from her mouth and licks up the milk mustache she had. "You here for me? Awesome, been a while since I've had a good battle."________________________________________________-Sticks had just finished the trade, and Keys would happen to notice something odd. "Hey Sticks, did you see Shucks anywhere, I saw him come out of his ball and wander off." Sticks held the new Macho's ball in his hand and looks over to Keys, "No, haven't seen him, think he wandered off somewhere?" Sticks looked around a little, Baleen would join in having never been inside her ball. They moved all over the Department Store calling out. "Shucks!" Then the sound of someone screaming and moaning on the top floor could be heard after he shouted for him. Rushing upstairs, he saw something amazing and yet likely to get him in trouble. After Shucks had given May back her Wallet he had stretched out his limbs and tangled up May massaging and groping her all over the place she was moaning rather lewdly sounding from the sound of it. "No... please no not. Not there..." She was crawling towards the escalator. Seeing this, and the crowd gathering, Sticks looked around, should he stop this. The crowd was gathering. So yes. Calmly he sighs, having been slightly enjoying May's rather lewd moans as Shucks happily molested the human girl. Sighing, yeah, yeah he had to stop this. So he held out Shucks ball and returned it. "Sorry bout him, he's a bit of a problem child." He looks up noticing May sit up after Chuckle was returned, and saw her eyes roll back into her head and a loud moan erupted. As she orgasmed heavily right there on the department store floor. Sighing Keys brushed past Sticks and would put the cloak over May's shoulder. "Come on, let's go clean you up. And get you some clean clothes..." Cherry looked the girl at the door, tilting her head some. "Hmm? Well I can't imagine she's that bad..." Cherry did get a worried look on her face, remembering her first loss to Faulkner... However, she figured she was better now, so wasn't going to let doubt seep in and ruin her chances. Heading inside she walked through, looking through all the busty women giving her looks. Cherry dropped her cute demeanor and frowned, absolutely hating the type of women these people appeared to be. Whitney didn't seem much better, but she put on a polite smile for the Gym leader. "Whitney I presume? I'm here to fight and beat you mam." The polygon behind her giving its static cry of agreement. With all the new firepower she loaded into Apple, Cherry was confident in her chances here.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------May and Keys eventually came out again, returning to Sticks. However, May once more had her hood up, a blush on her face from what happened. She'd changedoutfitsfrom the blue one she wore, though still not the classic outfit people knew from contests, seeming to avoid that one. Returning to Sticks, she bowed her head a little. "Thank you for getting that Chuckle off me... I'm not normally not so easily bound up." Blushing a little deeper." Don't worry about it, that annoying bug got me stuck too..." Keys commented, patting May on the back. She wasn't a fan of the Chuckle, the bug as perverted as the trainer but with none of the restraint, hardly a good combination. May then held her hand out to Sticks. "My name is May, thank you for saving me. I however can't really remain long, don't really have much time before the press start hounding me...." Her face paled as a thought came over. "None of them heard me right?!" Cherry and Whitney stared each other down. It was down to the wire for both of them as Polygon and Clef airy clashed. The gym trainers all sat at tea tables and watched, the busty girls sitting all fancy and with their chests thrust out. Cherry didn't like the look of those over grown udders. Even though she had no interest in boys, nor sex she'd always disliked busty women, even Whitney who was only slightly above a normal C-cup irked Cherry. Whitney seemed to notice the way Cherry eyed her. "Something the matter?" She asked feeling a bit of a heated glance her way.Meanwhile, Sticks stuck his hand out happily taking and shaking her hand. "I've been a huge fan since your debut names Sticks, I uh.... am a trainer..." Then Keys butted in "He's destined to be Pokémon World Champ." May blinked, then her eyes sparkle. "Then you must battle me, I wager if you're aiming for World Champ your really strong." Her outburst drawing attention one of the TV crews blurted. "There she is!" Cherry sighed, turning her attention back to Whitney as their Pokémon were about to square up against each other. Her frown deepened, crossing her arms together. "Just not a huge fan of this gym is all..." More along the lines she was parts jealous and wasn't a fan of the attitude of the other trainers.---------May was about to go off on battling him, but then the press showed. She froze, like rabbits caught in the headlights, before her head snapped back and forth between Keys and Sticks. "Please, get me away from them, and I'll be in your debt!" Whitney huffed as the girl was saying she didn't like her gym. "Well, that's fine after I wipe the floor with you and send you packing my girls might just take you out and get you a real nice make over." Whitney would say as her Pokémon give Cherry a good run for her money till the sound of her Mil tank falling with a heavy thud to the ground. She starts sniffling and balling her eyes out chucking the badge at her and a CD containing a TM. "You're a meanie." She collapses to her knees and loudly continues to cry, and Cherry while she felt bad, didn't in the long run, so she made her way out to witness a rather awesome spectacle from the Department store._______________________________________When the Paparazzi had caught wind of May after her outburst about wanting to challenge this loser who she still had her hand in his. They managed to get a few shots of May and Sticks holding hand each other's hand as a result of a simple handshake that would be blown way out of proportions in the tabloids. May was trembling she didn't want to get stuck in a crowd of flashing cameras and questions, sure she came here for that, but it was to be with Mary over at the radio tower and very relaxing, this was hectic... "Please just get me out of here..." With the pleading look she shot Sticks, the white haired young man whose hair was simply too wavy and to curly sometimes, gave a nod." Alright, I'll get you out of here." He calmly grabs all 6 of his poke balls and sent everyone out. Everyone from Baleen to Fluffy had come out, Unix would roar out as it stretched out his whole body towards the sky crashing through the roof. Topi would use Extrasensory to catch the falling debris and Macho, Fluffy, Baleen and Shucks would handle the crowd. "Now May I want you to climb up onto Onyx... and hold tight, he'll be your ride out, Keys you take the elevator down and meet me outside." Krys blinked, well this was a change, "Are you really Sticks?" Keys had to pause and ask, "I think I am yes... now get going." Keys was a little happy to see her childhood friend like this, even the sounds of cameramen and news anchors struggling to push through his Pokémon, and well the sounds of News Anchor women getting forced to orgasm by Chuckle were all about. Still she gave him props where they were due. "Alright, Keys heading out." With that she dashed to the Elevator and went down to the first floor. "Alright May... you ready." The woman was bright-eyed at this very big way of helping her out, Rocky was a solid enough Unix and once she climbed up on his back and held on tight. "Alright... I'm, I'm ready..." May stammered out as the order was given. "Alright Rocky, I want you to do me a huge favor and tunnel upwards and help her down to the ground outside." The Unix complied by returning a knowing roar, before shooting upwards through the ceiling and then coiling and keeping right along the side of the building as it snaked its way down to the ground, the rush of how fast the big rock type moving at full speed to keep from falling from the building itself was impressive. Then managed to get her to the ground safely outside the Department Store. "And it only cost a few thousand Poke dollars in damage...." He looked at the group of Paparazzi being thrashed by his team, and he then whistles. "Alright, everyone Charge through them." He then took a piece of ceiling and charged through the line making his way down and outside. If this feat of helping a starlet escape a Department Store flooded with Paparazzi didn't get May's heart thumping, it was surely the way his Pokémon worked well together. "A...amazing." She said after it all was said and done, and all of them were settled at a restaurant a little ways in town, his team having a well deserved meal and May, and Keys having time to catch their breath. Stiks, on the other hand was simply playing it nice and cool afterward. But May, had sparkles in her eyes. "That was Amazing, I can tell you and your Pokémon work really well together!" Keys for once had to agree she was amazed a little dumb founded at least. "You did great. But are you sure causing that much damage to the store was necessary." Keys asked, everyone having a drink in front of him, and of course Sticks went with Berry Juice. "Hey I did what she asked didn't I?" Cherry let quite happy with herself after a short time. She really didn't like those girls, and why would someone cry after losing as a Gym Leader? It was kind of her job to battle and give out badges to worthy trainers. Shaking her head, Cherry couldn't quite understand those girls' mentality. But she won, a hard fought victory and her team deserved to rest... However before she could even think about getting to the Pokémon Centre, her eyes went wide and mouth gaped at the sight. The department store, half destroyed as an Unix scaled down the side of it, a woman on her back. Watching, Cherry got to experience what she quickly figured to be Sticks in action, his Pokémon tearing through the press. The whole thing was baffling to Cherry... also not her problem. Electing to let the chaos play out, she left for the Pokémon Centre, going ahead to proceed down the route north. She figured she might be able to get in on the Bug Catching contest before night fall... she had a certain green insect in mind for her team...-----------------------------------------------May sat astonished in her seat, still disbelieving of what happened. It was incredible, she'd never seen anything like it. Sure it was highly illegal and Sticks could be in big trouble for it... But it was so exciting! She knew she wanted to see more of Sticks and a battle sounded like just the right thing! Turning to him, she gave a small nod, decided in her head. "Sticks, I want to fight you and your team. See how you stand, how you worked out there, you are bound to be amazing on the battlefield!" She pulled out and held in front of her a single Poke ball, her prized Blacken. She wasn't much of a battler, but her Blacken usually got the job done, having left the rest back home. Kry raised a brow at this and looked a little nervously between the two. "Well... thing is Sticks is kind of new, still working him up through the league before he even stands a chance at the Championships...." Keys tried to explain, though stopped when she saw the look Sticks was giving her, seeming to want to fight May. So, Cherry fought her way up the next route. Then noticed as she approached the pass towards the next route that there was a strange neon glowing sign. The sign read Gained Mansion. Not her interest, not even a bit... In fact Cherry's dark side would have likely taken a match and set the whole mansion on fire... Then she would approach the man who allowed for her to sign up for the bug catching contest. "Hey there little lady looking to sign up?" The registration asked her. The girl would happily sign up, taking her beloved Polygon with her, and heading out with the 30 park balls she was given, and rushed on out into the grass, getting her knees all stained and getting down and dirty to get her that rare green Pokémon she wanted, then there was her first encounter.____________________________________________________Sticks calmly looked over at the press now distracted by the sight of the partially damaged Department Store with an Unix trail bore down the side of it. He hummed a little, Shucks was hanging on his head like a hat at this point stealing sips from Sticks glass any chance he got, Shucks and Sticks seemed to be two of a kind alright. It was strange to Keys witnessing them both behaving. Then there was May popping out the question to battle Sticks. Looking at Shucks he thought. "A one on one then?" He thought, "alright come on Shucks, you and me... everyone else enjoy your meals." He wasn't sure he had it in him to beat her, heck he'd just try and impress her as much as he could. after all she was one of the few people he looked up to, as she likely had to use a lot of berries and poke blocks to get her Pokémon to where they were." Let's see what we can do then, may need to get a bit of lip service from Officer Jenny before I see that Gym Leader here." He stood up, acting cool strangely which was way out of the dorky loser mood he usually had. The fight began with May sending out Blacken, a Pokémon not found here in Photo to be sure and it looked pretty strong. Chuckle settled onto the field and looked up at Blacken not sure if this was a good idea anymore, looking back at Sticks kinda not liking the looks of this fight. "Chuckle.?" Sticks read Shucks look well, but he wasn't really planning on winning, so that was completely okay. "Don't worry just do your best." The fight began, and well ended Chuckle had managed to withstand a few of Blacken's attacks, but in the end it was May's victory to be sure. Chuckle coiled back up into its shell after the fight and waited to be returned to its ball. The poke ball held out and the red light zips out returning Chuckle, he walked up to May. "Good fight... now, hold out your hand." May blinks after returning Blazon." Oh. no, no you don't need to pay me..." But Sticks boldly seized her arm before she could move it out of his reach and placed in her hand a case full of his specially blended Poke blocks. "Here, made these myself, I checked and made sure they were of the best quality... you can have them." Keys would watch this exchange and would hang her head moving up and grasping the hem of his shirt and tugging." Come on Sticks, she's got to go to her interview." Keys had her voice so small at that moment, and it was noticeable by May who flashed them a smile, and collected her stuff and clenched the poke block case. "If your ever in Horn I will have this ready for you." Later that day, on the air, May could be heard signing off with "Sticks I'll wait for you in Horn, champ in the making!" As he was making his way towards the Gym he and Keys stopped by before entering to help the ladies with the flowers get their product inside the house, and were rewarded with a spray bottle. Then they finally entered the Goldenrod City Gym, and Sticks felt his eyes bulge. "Holy crap, look at all the...ow, ow ow ow." Before he could finish Keys pinched his sides. "We've come to battle the gym leader is she around." Whitney had long since stopped crying, and looked up seeing the dopey looking Sticks, and then his partner. "Oh. Um yeah, we can battle." Whitney seemed a like a nice enough girl and her breasts were slightly bigger than Keys. He looks between them that is Keys and Whitney's breasts. The Gym trainers all of them well-endowed women had him a little nervous as it was hard for him to focus with such gorgeous... then Keys pinched his side again. "Ow...powwow.okay, okay I'll fight her, if you drag me to smell the flowers expect me to watch the petals and the bees too." He shrugs and pulls out his poke ball, Whitney also took her place." Ready when you are... um... what's your name." Whitney asked having broken from her stupor a second. "Names Sticks, now what are we wagering in this fight, I am not carrying any money..." Whitney heard this and tilts her head to the side index finger pointed out as she looked to her girls. "Well, you can... carry my bags for me when I go shopping, and your girlfriend there can enjoy a nice relaxing time at a spa with my girls... and if you win, you get the badge of course." She said, speaking as if she had already won. "Wait where would you go shopping at? The department stores closed, I sorta... helped someone out by having my Unix break through the ceiling..." Sticks asked in a rather admitting way. "Hamm, so that's what all the noise out there was... well then I guess I'll drag you to Officer Jenny as a delinquent." And then it became a case of if she beat him she'd bring him to the cops, "I assure you it was for a just cause..." Sticks remarked, "Save it... and fight."

Pokemon World Championship (Mofo x DuxT)|rating:3.0

Twilight Over Parador, Part Deux (mrsjaz and NiceTexasGuy)

(IOC note -- due to inexplicable technical issues, story moved from here:#msg7394516 (#msg7394516))======================================As soon as he heard Nina's voice, Martin knew things were going well for him. Very well. "Good morning, yes, I'm just calling to thank you for ... I mean, well." Oh no, what's happening? The hesitating voice, the lack of self-confidence. He's reverting to the shy bashful adolescent too nervous to talk to pretty girls. Get it together man, don't sound so pathetic!" Uhh, what I mean is I had a wonderful time last night, too. And. Um. I found that slip of paper in my pocket, but, well, it was pretty late by the time I found it, and I presumed it was, you know, for later." Oh my goodness, don't blow this, Marty, things are going too good for you now." Anyway, well, to be honest, I know you have to have hundreds of men anxious to help you get settled into your new position, and I was afraid if I didn't call first thing in the morning, someone else would beat me out of the opportunity to ... uh ... be .... helpful." Nervous chuckle. What was he going to do next? Ask her out to dinner? Or to the Symphony? He had a date already, but it wasn't a "real" date, just a friend who sometimes accompanied him places when he didn't want to go alone. She would understand. She would probably be happy for him if he found a woman. Perhaps he could help Nina get settled in to her new home. Does she need to shop for furnishings, maybe? One thing was for certain, he wasn't going to ask her to spend the weekend with him on the coast. That would be much too forward to even suggest. So why was he scribbling a note to Maria asking her to check to see if the hotel had another room available for the weekend? Turning the recently delivered papers over in her hand Panther wanted to snarl. What she’d predicted had actually happened - she’d been spotted - probably even expected. This had the potential of ruining everything. They expected her to deal with it effectively and quietly, and she would, but it might just set her back days with the seduction of Martin. Two now had the potential to expose her, unless she could get to them first. One of them could be bribed, maybe before he talked, but the other… she would not even recognize that one, and had only just now received the scant info on. She really had work to do and this idiot… this foolish white guy… . Ignoring his nervousness because it was making her nauseated, Panther listened instead to the words assessing his true meaning -- well not his meaning but his ability to be truthful or not. He definitely couldn’t show her he liked her too much -- being too pushy did not really seem like him somehow -- most men she’d known acted the same way, except the brutish ones. She was not surprised by his reluctance, however she needed to know quickly if he could be pressured to be honest or even to lie; what would it take? She would have to tread carefully.“ Actually Martin I don’t have many men queuing up at all in fact I don’t know anyone that I like who would show me around -- only you. I’ve met a few people, but there is just something about you … .” She left off the --that I find attractive -- comment that she was going to use thinking it too much even for him.“… I really hope we can get to know each other better… ” As her lies tumbled like a cascade of water, she reminded herself to find out what his plans for the weekend were, maybe it was too much to expect him to ask her to his place or even out on a date, but an accidental meeting? They should do lunch, dinner, anything to put the man at ease.“… and maybe lunch or dinner? I really love tasting lots of different types of food." Quote from: MRSA on 03-01-2013, 16:41:00but there is just something about you … Martin could not have hoped for a better response. Even if she had said "take me, take me now" it wouldn't have been more welcome, more encouraging. He remained silent a moment as he felt his courage and presence of mind begin to return. Fortunately, Nina continued speaking, so his silence wouldn't seem all that awkward:Quote from: MRSA on 03-01-2013, 16:41:00… I really hope we can get to know each other better… and maybe lunch or dinner? I really love tasting lots of different types of food." He no longer felt like a nervous teen boy calling a girl to ask her out for the first time. No, he was Martin Welch, experienced diplomat and world traveler who has shaken hands with kings and presidents -- why shouldn't she like him and want to get to know him better. In the world of international diplomacy, he was the master and she would be his student. Sure she was gorgeous, but he had a lot to bring to the table as well." Yes, I'd like that, too. The better restaurants in the city have a waiting list ..." Stop, what are you saying Martin? You're about to tell her what she wants is something you can't get for her right away? Bad move ... "But don't let that discourage you. If there's a particular place you'd like to go I'm pretty sure I can a reservation in the evening you want." Yes, it did sound forward, but it also sounded like he was a man who could make things happen that lesser men couldn't. A man she would want to take care of her. Yes, it was forward, but she had practically promised to go to dinner with him, and he was giving her an opportunity to opt out by not naming a specific day. "Unfortunately, I have plans Thursday evening, then I'm leaving Friday morning to go out of town for the weekend -- a fishing trip to the coast, something that's been planned for weeks." Plans Thursday evening - right, plans he would drop in a heartbeat for Nina, but he didn't want to sound too eager, too desperate. He paused and took in a deep breath. Should he do it? Yes, he should." The seafood in the capital doesn't begin to compare with Bahia Solano ... if you think you might be in the mood for seafood this weekend. I'm sure there will be room on the plane." Martin waited nervously. Did he just blow it by being too forward? Would she reject him outright, or let him off easily by thanking him and suggesting another time perhaps? Or, would she accept? Wouldn't that be awesome? Hopefully Mrs Smith will be able to arrange accommodations for Nina in the same hotel -IF Nina decides to come with him.----------------------------------------------------------Meanwhile, Maria was pretending to work as she secretly listened in on the conversation. Unaware Nina was working for the same people she did - the KGB - she didn't hear anything spectacular in the conversation - nothing that had to be reported immediately. She would include the tape of this conversation along with whatever notes she scribbled in the twice-weekly packet to her boyfriend, who will then turn it over to Cowboy, the "senior" Soviet agent in the Paradox capital - who in reality was now working for Nina. Knowing all his plans, Panther had other more important meetings occupying her thoughts.“ What a wonderful idea... well then I think it’s a date Martin.” Her voice, she thought, sounded just light enough edged with just enough amusement to hopefully -- keep him still guessing.“ I better pack an overnight bag too just in case ... it will be so nice to go exploring for a few days, I’m already excited!” She signalled with a few clicks of her fingers for Rio to make arrangements, and he jumped to do her bidding without a word, closing the door behind him before she’d even returned her hand to the pen she'd been using.“Oh good, so is that all Martin? It’s just that I’m a bit tied up at the moment so … can I leave you to make the arrangements. I am really looking forward to getting to know you better, I really mean that but can you let Maria, my secretary, have the details as I'm rushing off now for a meeting that was arranged some days ago … but please forgive me and bye for now… .” She did not wait for his response but replaced the phone on the hook, as her temper flared. She called for Maria.“Get me a taxi … no … don’t bother I’ll get my own… but when you get details from Mr Welch’s office, make sure Rio has them immediately.” She was not entirely trusting Maria, and she’d almost made another mistake of allowing Maria to know where she was heading. Infiltration It had been some weeks since Yuri Ivanovich stepped from the plane and looked out over Parador's small airport. He remembered the heat; it felt like a blast furnace had been opened up somewhere near his face, the driving heat and the high humidity had been stifling. His attentions had moved back swiftly to Mrs Geraldine Smith. He’d given her a smile, a very generous one, after all the woman had “befriended” him and had waited patiently, if rather anxiously, for an answer to her question. He’d known the answer, but had kept her waiting nonetheless, she was all the cover he needed while his contacts finished their jobs and their plans were going well, so soon he would have his own job to do.------------------------------------------------------------------------Robert needed to score badly! Furthermore, he scrubbed at his rough disheveled beard. Desperation had almost got the better of him as he wandered around looking for his man. He had paid out too much money over the last few months to be fucked around by these illiterates! Still, he was trying to keep as low a profile as possible, though not too many of them would ever walk this part of Paradox, never mind the street slums of Opal, thankfully! People did mostly keep to their own affairs food and money were their only aims, and he was glad of that. Moving swiftly, carefully avoiding the low hanging corrugated sheets that passed for roofs, he slipped between two tatty shacks both painted a sickly green and blue and headed for the area he had once followed Carlos to. The area was new to him, and he did get a few side looks, but he continued to search, the bastard had to eventually show his face and when he did Rob would… . He sat down at the first bar he found and waited.---------------------------------------------------------------------... One of the people Nina had met recently in Paradox was a man called Lorenzo. The Italian flirted outrageously with her and thought he was god’s gift to women and many of them would fall in love with his worldly charms -- his small pathetic face seemed to make them weak at the knees! She would dearly like to take that face and squash it into the dirt with her foot! Lorenzo’s father was a pilot and owned two private planes that he would charter. Panther was on her way to meet them. Martin was trying to replay the conversation in his mind. He felt much better about himself now and his ability to keep the stammering to a minimum, and her use of the word "date" was most encouraging. He thought he made it clear, or at least she would have assumed, that a trip to the coast for seafood would include an overnight stay, but then again he hadn't said as much -- she didn't give him a chance. So, to ensure everything was clear to her, he promptly sent a packet by official courier to her office. Addressed to her "eyes only" (just so nobody would get the wrong impression) it contained an itinerary of the trip . Departing Friday afternoon and returning early Sunday evening. He would pick her up at her apartment for the ride to the airport, and he had also verified she would have a room at the same hotel. He also made it clear that all her expenses were covered. The hotel room, the fishing trip, all her meals, were covered. He didn't mention who was paying, him or the Embassy's petty cash fund. And transportation was courtesy of the Paradox Navy, which for most intents and purposes meant the United States Department of State. Also included was a pamphlet supplied by the Armed Forces on air travel - how to dress for various seasons in various aircraft, and the usual admonishment not to eat beans or broccoli (or any other gas-producing food) the day of the flight. The aircraft they would be on would be a Beach craft King Air belonging to the Paradox Navy.(plane was configured to carry a dozen passengers, but Martin and Nina would be the only two on board, along with the two officer pilots and enlisted plane captain. Wow. Did she really say "it's a date"? Yes, she did. With a huge grin on his face, the dialed the number to the nearby Air Force base. "Hola, Colonel. Estoy Martin Welch..." He was calling to inform Paradox Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Jorge Mendoza - his main contact for air operations, either for military missions or junkets for visiting dignitaries - that there would be another passenger accompanying him on Friday to Bahia Solano. It was a routine flight the Paradox Navy made every week, so it wasn't as if he was costing them anything extra. The capital to Bahia Solano on Friday, then to the Navy bases on the Atlantic coast on Saturday, then return to the capital via Bahia Solano on Sunday." Another passenger, Sr. Welch?" he sounded concerned. "I must ask who . The plane will be making a stop at ... at a secret location to discharge some passengers. I'll have to make sure he is cleared." Well, that could be a problem. Martin decided this was definitely not a thing to be handled over the phone, so he took the rest of the afternoon off to go see Lt Col Jorge Mendoza at Air Operations Command to ensure him the "friend" he was taking to the coast was indeed a full-fledged diplomat and friend to Paradox. And since Martin Welch was singularly responsible for getting the Paradox Air Force its most recent dozen helicopters for counterinsurgency operations, Jorge thought it's best to expedite whatever clearances were needed for Nina to fly into the secret Marine base camp somewhere in the jungle between the capital and the coast. After all, it's not like she'll be getting out of the plane and looking around. The plane would stop only long enough to discharge some passengers -- special operations soldiers -- and their equipment. Infiltration continued:Their plush rented accommodation served his needs nicely as did she. He liked to maintain his lifestyle, and she was often gone for days at a time, and he was, after all, the best money could buy... more than just an assassin! Some people thought they could hide, it was just beyond him, it was truly astounding. They could never really understand, and that made him grin. He knew what others didn’t. They didn’t even know that they didn’t know. Pure ignorance at its best. Yuri felt proud as the team had been chosen by him, they were loyal and not subject to bribes and that’s what counted. He had now been given the details of the targets; his people had been making their way through the most likely of them, after all you could not enter Paradox without being noticed. He’d paid some high prices for that information -- he really loved this part ... the chase, the discovery! (he found his man … no, he corrected himself, not man … men -- yes men! Because no-one can work alone! When he was certain he had the men he was after, they would eventually lead him to the right people, of that much he was sure. He had heard the rumors; weapon shipments, the communist sympathizers … after all, they would never send him on a job if the leads weren’t based on fact.*******************************************Carlos searched his pockets again. Nothing! Just local currency, and that wouldn’t last long. He couldn’t help but grumble to himself as he walked down the dirty street.(“ I need some money man. ”Carlos knew he was running the risk of being seen -- he owed too much money to too many people. He had to do something and whatever he did it had to be fast. Then he remembered something, it tugged at him, but he couldn’t quite grab it fully. Something about knowing the right person … no not that, but what? Trying hard to recall the conversation was proving difficult, as they’d all been drinking, a lot of drinking that night … someone shooting their mouth off, not caring who listened … someone they knew had struck lucky and was working for some foreigners who were shacked up with each other in a big house somewhere… jobs were there and freedom … the work was light, good wages … Carlos was glad his memory was so good, he was not as fucked as some of his friends out there. Drugs had killed a few of them already -- but these people … they were not known to him so he would need to dig around a lot to track them down.***********************************************She was not easily distracted, but she had a lot on her mind. She had to doubled back on herself and she again only just remembered to change taxis a few times before turning up unannounced at Lorenzo’s father’s place. Her driver could not take his eyes off her as she allowed him to catch her eye again in the rearview mirror. She smiled at him promising him the earth with just her smile. He was too nervous to even talk, never mind ask she knew he wanted to ask. Had she a boyfriend? Did she want a bit of ruff, etc? She showed him all the attention he needed and by the time they arrived at the small but well maintained property, over-looking Hacienda San Joaquín, in Vilcabamba, he was smitten, offering to wait without being asked and wanting to be her driver! She smiled and nodded her approval, as his wide grin showed near to perfect teeth -- she would have a job for him soon enough. The beautiful property was fenced and landscaped. It had numerous mature fruit trees and the whole place was a delight to her senses. Maybe she would buy it from him, or maybe he would just give it to her -- after all she had been given apartments before, in London and Amsterdam even one or two in America, so why not this one, right here! Men were real suckers! His almost shoulder-length curly white hair suited him, the way he’d parted it, and his mustache, the same color, stood out against his tanned skin. He was in his late forties and as handsome as his home. Pity she had to use him. He would be useful in the coming weeks, but she needed him. He spoke many languages and so did she -- they had quite a lot in common -- perhaps she would see what could be done for the man after… Thankfully his son, the vile, smarmy fool, was not there to suck up to Nina, and that made playing one off against the other, a much easier task this time.“ I insist you call me Lori my dear, we are friends now after all are we not? ” His eyes twinkled as he spoke.“Lori…” she allowed it to roll off her tongue slowly, sexily.”Do we have a date then Lori?” He placed her hands in his.“ Indeed we do my dear, one I am looking forward to it immensely.” She had him, and she smiled a huge satisfying smile. His fantasies had him trapped, but he could not know that. What he wanted her to do was easy for her. They would start slowly at his pace, but soon she would have him begging her to master him. Fortunately for Martin Welch, there was a group of businessmen from California visiting El Valle, a city on the Pacific Coast of Paradox near Bahia Solano. They were there to meet with local officials about investing in a seafood production plant in Paradox. Because of that, Martin could justify leaving work early Friday to travel to the coast to meet with them as a representative of the Embassy, then on to whatever other activities might present themselves - be it deep sea fishing or romance. As much as he loved the fishing, he hoped there would be no time for it this trip. Ambassador Norwich, despite the high esteem he had for Martin, was still a harsh taskmaster at times, and made sure Martin was loaded down with paperwork to keep him busy on the flight. Unlike certain other people in the Embassy, the Ambassador was unaware Martin had a "date" accompanying him this weekend. So, burdened with a briefcase full of reports on cattle and mango production, universities in the U.S. offering scholarships to gifted Paradox soccer players, and requests by the Paradox Defense Ministry for its personnel to receive training at U.S. military bases, Martin rushed home to shower and change and summon a taxi to take him and his luggage to pick up Nina . And thence to the air base outside the capital where their plane would be undergoing a preflight inspection.("It's just as well we're taking the Huey's, the airstrip at Rancho Reagan ain't as long as it should be for a King-Air to land. With those two civilians on board, it probably would have been dangerously overloaded ... a couple of fat bureaucrats on a junket to check out the whorehouses in El Valle, no doubt." The reference to fat caused the young lieutenant to suck in his gut. He was only slightly overweight, but self-conscious next to the very fit Army captain in charge of this team. "Yes, sir, you're probably right" responded the Paradox helicopter pilot. He knew it was probably in anticipation of being overloaded the original pilot "discovered" the right magneto on number one engine wasn't functioning properly. He also knew the King-Air pilot couldn't convince his superiors it would be unsafe to fly unless he found a mechanical problem, so he invented one. Are bureaucracies the same everywhere? "Besides, we don't want the men to get used to flying first class do we?" The men to whom he referred was a mixed group of U.S. and Paradox Air Force technicians and Army commandos. They were all en route to a remote base in the jungle dubbed Rancho Reagan by the U.S. Special Forces colonel advising the Paradox Defense Ministry in counterinsurgency operations. Four boxes were unloaded from the airplane Martin thought they were flying, and divided among two Army Huey helicopters. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the two fat bureaucrats from the embassy to show up, and they'd be on their way. Like soldiers everywhere, the men quickly found quasi-comfortable places to sit or recline as they dozed, broke out paperback novels, or began playing cards. This wouldn't be their first "hurry up and wait" scenario.("Let's split 'em up why don't we. Have the rotors turning and the troops on board when they get here" the captain smiled. He liked doing things like this to people - it either kept them off balance, or forced them to adapt. Survival of the fittest was his motto. "Only one available seat on each bird and no time to make any changes." Nina was looking forward to being away from her staff. Some hardly ever spoke to her directly, they knew their place, she was glad of that but some of the locals with their bowing and scraping --just like some of those she’d left behind in her father’s hometown -- made her sick, but they almost always had motives, so … so what were his? Welch was not an idiot surely? So not only was their “date” going to be one of the first of a series of important meetings, but she was determined it was going to set the tone for their future ‘relationship.’ He was after all an important official and a very important one to them -- key to their whole plan --well not quite -- but his knowledge and his influence was very important in the areas of interest to them. From the information she’d gathered so far, from the phone taps and his being followed, he was proving to be priceless, so yes he had been chosen for good reasons and no doubt he was capable of yielding to certain pressures too … but then thiswasjust the beginning. Nina thought she knew why she’d been selected to go in and get what they needed --- she was not just there to set things up or put things in motion. No, shewas there to do what others would struggle to do. She had to be able to ask the right question, at the right time, and know when she got the right results -- this was not an ordinary job. They were going to shame the Americans into knowing the truth -- Welch was nothing, just a tool. Soon he would know it. If she had to show him she would, but she had a strong feeling about him and her instincts were never wrong. She just needed some time with him alone… The more she thought about it the more it came back to the same thing, but she still looked over his dossier again -- just to be certain. She had plenty to go on but not what she needed and much too much information -- then she saw it. Someone had thoughtfully included a conversation in which he’d been overheard defending racially mixed couples, that fool! He had been caught in the middle of some discussion … and on the wrong side of it too! Her snort of scorn raised a few heads, but was mostly ignored -- they knew better than to question her.“Got ya! ” Her fake American accent sounded equally loud. So that was it. That’s what she’d missed, the piece she’d been looking for. It all made sense. She had completely overlooked the relevance of it; he was attracted to her! He had also been seen going to the more ethnically mixed areas of Paradox. He wanted her as she looked. Black. Nina could now relax she was sure that the more she delved into this man the more she would be able to get, there was perhaps more to this man though, and she had to find it..." Hola! Como Estes?" She kissed both his cheeks as they met, it seemed right for that moment -- she would play the game for as long as it took to find his true nature -- his true desires, and when she found them... He was dressed in a casual smart way as she suspected he would be but she, she was dressed for impact -- as usual.(staff had seen to her every desire, her bodice accentuated her assets beautifully, her black sexy shorts were covered in a long see through ankle length fabric that flowed gently behind her as she swayed. They left little to the imagination, while still offering some protection. It would be just the two of then aboard so she could afford to be sexy in her dress. She expected the plane would be spacious enough anyway. Climbing into the taxi she allowed him to chat awhile without interruption. She’d had all she needed to accomplish her mission. Soon they would be on there way, and she would need all her skills to establish the transmitter. She could have kissed his cheek, or lifted his wallet and rifled through it, Martin's reaction would have been the same: To remain momentarily stunned to see what Nina had decided to wear on the trip, and how well she wore it." Hi" he managed to say. Need to stay cool. But coolness was virtually impossible being this close to something so hot. "R. Ready to go?" Being the gentleman he would carry her bag(s) for her to the taxi. The driver already had his instructions, so there was no need to communicate with him. In back of the cab, Martin nervously fidgeted as he tried to make conversation and not stare at her breasts. Of course staring at her face made him equally aroused, but at least that was socially acceptable." So, have you ever been deep sea fishing before?" Her answer didn't matter. Nothing mattered except that she was with him, and every sign pointed toward him getting lucky over the weekend. The paperwork in the locked attaché case would not be a top priority for him. He'd planned to do it on the airplane, but instead he'd find a way to do it some other time. When Nina was sleeping, perhaps.***Martin wouldn't know it, but neither would he be surprised, that as soon as they cleared the gate of the Paradox Air Force base, the guard would make a quick telephone call to the hanger where the helicopters were parked, and their other passengers were waiting."LET'S GO, EVERYBODY UP! NOW." The pilots in the cockpits, the crew chiefs outside on headphones to observe the start-up, the commandos crowding in among the cargo, some top secret equipment in sealed boxes. When the taxi pulled up to the designated hanger, Martin would notice the airplane they were supposed to be taking, one engine uncoiled with two mechanics on ladders reaching inside. The two helicopter crew chiefs had already flipped a coin. Assuming there would be two men from the Embassy, the loser had to take the fattest one on his bird. One opened Martin's door and saluted, the other opened Nina's and likewise, saluted, then his jaw dropped, then the other's jaw dropped, as they saw Nina." What's going on here?" Martin asked in Spanish. The Crew Chief on Nina's side happily answered. "The plane is broken, we're taking helicopters. Only room for one on each." Then he grinned at Nina. "You come with me, I take your bags." It was perhaps unplanned, but when he said bags, his eyes fell again to her chest. The other crew chief, the one on Martin's side, wasn't quite as enthused. But he did his duty anyway. His orders were to rush them along so they couldn't protest being separated. "We're on a very tight schedule sir, operational necessity, please hurry."===Three soldiers hopped out of the helicopter to help Nina climb aboard, and there was a bit of shoving to see who could get in next and sit in the empty space beside her. The losers weren't really losers, however. They got the two seats opposite her. Facing her. Maybe they were the winners after all. The captain said something to the soldiers in a language Nina wouldn't understand, and their huge grins disappeared, and their eyes found something else to look at. But, it was going to be a long flight, and they couldn't stare ahead into space forever.------The birds took off, departed the city, and flew over the absolutely gorgeous Paradox countryside in a generally northwest direction. After leaving the last line of mountains, the foliage underneath grew continually thicker until they were flying over jungle as thick as could be found anywhere, and soon the only landmarks would be found on the instruments in the cockpit. Each time the helicopter experienced a bit of turbulence, all eyes flew to Nina's chest. One of the soldiers sitting across from Nina finally found the courage to speak, risking his captain's wrath in doing so. Everyone was wearing ear plugs to protect their ears from the noise of the engines. Ironically, that made it easier to hear a voice, if the voice was loud enough. He leaned forward and spoke loudly. "My name Paco. I radio man." Paco looked malnourished and was the shortest of the three who had deplaned to help Nina aboard. Outside the helicopter, when they were standing face to face, his eyes were level with her nose - though that's not where they had been pointed. There would be something about him, and several other soldiers on board, that suggested the Army gave them their first shoes. Spanish was not his native tongue. He was from one of the indigenous jungle tribes, and the captain whose attention was on a laminated map with red grease pencil markings, didn't hear him speak. His reaction was satisfying no matter how he tried to hide it. He was her toy -- or he soon would be --so she rewarded him with a dazzling smile. She was not really accustomed to her men carrying her bags, she had people to do that, but still it sort of suited him as she watched him put them away. She dismissed the ‘gate boy’ as his eyes followed her every move. Furthermore, she had never even looked at him, but he knew he loved her and the tears formed in his eyes, but he blinked them back and watched as she entered the car and was driven away, smiling at the man who could hold her attentions.***********Laughing at his question, Nina chatted about fishing and other things trivial until they arrived. Furthermore, she even thought she felt him flinch as their legs touched once or twice. Furthermore, she could already see that things were not going exactly to plan as they pulled up near the waiting plane. Nina glanced at Welch as she heard him speak, but quickly looked back at the men who where openly ogling her. She climbed out, as two men held out their hands to help her to jostle for their position and beaming at her and the seductive winks she armed each of them with -- some secret knowledge the others didn’t have. While trying not to overdo her surprise, Nina allowed herself to be ushered over to her new transportation, a glimpse over her shoulder at Welch confirmed he was far from amused, as she was gently helped, by more men, to board the now whirring helicopter. They nudged and winked at her ever movement. She was silently thanking her luck, that she was now in position to take command of things without Welch trying to interfere -- right now he must be sick with worry -- all those men, wanting to get her attention -- he must be aching. She did not have to create too many distractions, she had all the distractions she needed, she was ready. Furthermore, she looked at the one who was eventually brave enough to speak to her, after her cute sexy smile made him blush.“I think you're English is very good. I am Nina.” He looked as bad as he smelt, but Nina had smelled worse, a lot worse.“ I have never been in one of these before....” She looked around feigning interest, just as the other men were trying to look away, Her having to ride in a helicopter with a group of men was hardly fazing her, but they, they looked shocked, muttering and eyeing each other like little boys. Her long legs glistened under their sheer coverings as she crossed them, glad of her height, as usual. Leaning forward to casually lay her bag down, she heard the loud shouts of approval as the men leered but were again quietened by their leader.“ This is a very beautiful part of the country, would you like to help me get to know it … sometime?” His nod of approval was all she needed, his Captain looked very busy with his paper work. After landing, he spoke with his captain who nodded briefly, although his brows creased slightly. Paco ran back over and motioned her to follow him, all eyes were on them and as he looked back he grinned, a huge wide smile at the other men, and then turned his attention back to Nina.“Miss Nina, …” Under her gentle probing he told her more than he realized; what they carried was not known to them, only the Captain. They were headed north-west, they were the only ones in this area;a first line of defense… After a quick look around the make shift camp she located the ideal place. It turned out to be behind a very basic toilet block.(tree faced the open window at the back and with a struggle she managed to place the transmitter high without attracting attention -- almost any man who called himself a man had turned up outside the front of the block or as close as they dare, leaving the whole back free of men, so when she quickly climbed and stood up on the makeshift windowsill, she was free to place it higher and almost invisibly, unless you knew it was there. The men were waiting for them as they returned. Miss Nina needn't worry about flying in a helicopter. Paco and his friends had never been close to a helicopter until a month ago, and now they were veteran fliers."It is very save. Made in USA. All best e ... e . Ekwiptiment . Come from the USA." The young soldier thought her to be from the U.S. Embassy, so wanted to make sure he acknowledged her contribution to the cause. Nina might have been generous in her assessment of his English skills. Miss Nina now had a devoted pet, or could have any time she wanted. And she had more waiting in the wings, never suspecting this beautiful, sexy, and friendly woman would just as soon see them all dead at the hands of the fledgling Marxist guerrilla movement they were here to stamp out.-----------As for poor Martin, things just didn't seem to be going his way. His helicopter was the one to make a couple of passes around the perimeter of the camp before landing. By the time he exited his bird, Nina had already been escorted to the loo ... Martin, quite expectedly, wanted to be close to her, to keep an eye on her. Not safe for her among all these soldiers whose manners are not that refined. It was Martin, however, who wasn't "safe" among the soldiers -- not safe from their practical jokes. The latrine he was escorted to was in the opposite direction from Nina, and he wouldn't see her again until it was time to climb back into a helicopter. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing that with the equipment and troops dropped off, only one helicopter needed to continue on to their final destination. Finally, they could fly together. He explained and then apologized for the mix-up. He seemed to relax a bit too, and they tried to talk a little above the noise of the aircraft.“ … Mmm yes you’re right, I really didn’t expect … this … adventure, but I’ve not flown in one before so … and all those men, I thought they behaved so well, and not badly in fact they were very interested in my… welfare.” She gives him a mischievous smile, teasing him was fun and hopefully would make him relax. Was his desire to please her growing? She would have to encourage that a lot.“Unfortunately I’d dressed to board an airplane, thinking we would be alone and not with an entire crew!” She let her laughter, and her gentle push mask her real intent. Furthermore, she slipped a hand under his arm, and continued to chat away about her experience, she let her arm rest gently and very naturally beside his. Oh, yes they were linked, and would be from now on. She even got her pictures, so even she could relax now. He talked more about his time in Paradox while they landed, and she allowed him to lead her to the taxis after they have been cleared. But then he seemed to struggle to get one to notice him. She had drawn a few stares as usual and when she nodded briefly at one of the men he quickly abandoned his position and pulled up beside them instead -- a huge gapped smile lit up his grubby face. Martin grimaced at the thought of all those other men - soldiers - attending to her welfare. This was intended to betheirtime together. While he was in many ways one of the most powerful men in the country, he knew that military men held some appeal for some women, and it was difficult to compete. Martin didn't wear a uniform and carry a gun and do "macho" things - but with his brain he accomplished things a whole division of soldiers couldn't do. He wanted Nina to know this. He also had to remind himself that they were not in a "relationship" and she was free to let any man she wanted to be concerned for her welfare. All he could do was offer a smile and not make her uncomfortable by showing signs of jealousy. He thought things would get better when she initiated body contact, but she continued talking about that first part of her trip. Maybe she didn't realise what she was doing. After all, it was her first helicopter ride, and that could be pretty exciting. Then she was talking about the camp, the camp Martin had helped to establish with funding and equipment from the U.S. He would make sure Nina knew that, when the time was right. For now, he just let her talk, it made the trip go much faster.------------The one thing Martin didn't particularly care for in Bahia Solano was the taxi drivers. It was fast becoming a tourist trap, and the drivers knew that naive tourists from the U.S. (especially honeymooners) were easy to overcharge and would leave big tips on top of the inflated fares. Martin was obviously no tourist. They couldn't know he was a diplomat, so probably figured him for a businessman ... someone all business with a sense of what a taxi ride was supposed to cost. That's why the drivers would all gather beside their parked cars and gab and pretend to not see the businessman in need of a cab. But this time, Martin actually recognised one of them. The man who had given him a ride his last visit. The driver had a particularly difficult time finding an address Martin had given him, but together they explored the town until they found it. Meanwhile, they had chatted about the man's family, his wife's cooking, her medical problems, his children's' education, and Martin had given him a huge tip. Tuition isn't cheap. He didn't remember the man's name, but if only Martin could get his attention -- surely the man would remember him. Then it happened, the man looked in his direction and a huge grin of recognition spread across his face. Hopefully, Martin thought, this is a harbinger of things to come. It's going to be a good weekend. In Spanish, Martin told the driver to take a scenic route to the hotel, the road past the old fort that overlooks the bay. Martin played tour guide - in English - for Nina, telling her a bit about the city's history ... most of which involved Spain's conquest of the New World. The city served as a base for Spanish warships in the Pacific, and Martin could hardly contain his enthusiasm at the prospect that soon, ships from the U.S. Navy would be calling Bahia Solano their home port. Most of the guerrilla activity was in the east, of course, but the importance of Bahia Solano was it would enable the U.S. to control shipping going in and out of the Panama Canal. Plus, the Soviet presence in the Pacific shouldn't be ignored, either. What ignorant little soldier could compete with the man facing off against the Soviet Union's Pacific Fleet?--------The Embassy's expediter did her job well. Two adjoining rooms overlooking the bay. Perfect. And it would be even more perfect if one of the rooms was barely used. "Just a reminder, I'm having dinner this evening with some businessmen from California. Would you like to go, or would you rather spend a little time relaxing from the trip?" Paradox was an American colony in almost everything but name. The US aided the Pareidolia government with loans, while suppressing dissent --. The sell-outs leaders sold off assets, and rewarded the exploiters with wealth and rights the normal citizens would never have. What the naive fool could not understand was that Paradox was in a unique position, it was an experiment of the Soviets and the Cubans -- an exercise in staying within full sight of the enemy while maintaining a hidden agenda, and it had been years in the making. Outwardly it was pro capitalist, allowing itself to be dominated, aware of its role. But it was being manipulated within full sight of the capitalists and their sympathizers. An idea which in reality, had worked so well that people like Martin believed they had control. It had done what members had counted on it doing -- selling out the people, just as they'd said it would. As well as Martin, they had a number of targets who were “providing” valuable information. One or two of them were to be “turned” using whatever method was most useful, others unfortunately for them, would be “dealt with” as and when they’d served their purpose. One such contact had started providing them with details which is true, would destabilize the US government with such diversionary force that by the time the US realize what was happening, they would have put most, if not all, plans into action. Parador and other nearby countries would be liberated from international capitalism, and liberated from those who plot to establish its objectives. It would stain the reputation of the US, and its allies, and raise the morale of the movement throughout the world. She was not stupid to think that the America would not recover; people like Cowboy did though, they believed in the incorruptibility of communism, but she knew better. Their objectives, once carried out, would show the US, especially their elite organizations, that they could be defeated; that socialism had state backing, as well as growing underground movement that had a very social, political face. Even if they managed to infiltrate them, they would not defeat it totally. Who knew what she would discover from him after all, his need to be with her, even after the short period of time she’d known him, seemed to be his paramount interest. He had allowed her access to areas forbidden to others and was already telling her “secret” things, all of which seemed to have not occurred to him. That suited her fine, he was making her work so much easier, but she really could not wait to start work on him. Realising she’d been keeping him waiting, she apologized.(“ Please forgive me Martin, my mind was elsewhere, at times I forget I’m here to work.” Her smile was now only for him. After paying the driver -- which took him some time, though she was not too sure why, they made their way into the hotel. She hoped all was in place.“It is a very lovely country you have here Martin,” she spoke over her shoulder as he followed her to the reception desk.(Martin chuckled. "It's not really my country ... but I understand what you mean. I have been here a long time, and the reason is that I love it so." He had toyed with the idea of bribing someone on the hotel staff to do something to facilitate bringing Nina and him closer together. Maybe her air conditioner could break down. Maybe she'd have no hot water in her bath and have to use his? He wondered if she would see through a ruse like that. Being from such a small and backward African country her background couldn't be all that sophisticated . But then again she was in the diplomatic corps. So, he decided not to chance it. Being the man, naturally the desk clerk addressed all the business matters to Martin, handing him the keys to both their rooms. The clerk also told Martin the rental car he requested was ready. Martin opted for the rental car firm operating out of the hotel instead of the one at the airport for a variety of reasons, most of which involved his personal finances. The Embassy wasn't paying for this entire vacation." Two rooms, Señores?" the bellhop asked, thought it should be obvious since Martin handed him both keys. It was possible, he presumed ... perhaps he's a businessman, and she's his secretary and he had to get two rooms for the sake of appearances. The young man led them to Nina's room first, laying her luggage on a counter, opening blinds, adjusting the air conditioner, and commenting on the view. He knew the more enthusiastic he sounded the higher the man would tip him. He also ensured she knew how to use the telephone and that his name was Jorge, in case either of them needed anything. After all, he thought, maybe she's not fucking the boss. The other thing he showed her was the little safe in the closet. Every room had one, a secure place for guests to store jewelry or cameras or extra cash without bothering to take it to the front desk for safekeeping. It's one reason Martin liked this hotel. While he would never dream of bringing top secret material with him on a vacation like this, it was still a good idea to lock up his briefcase. What was inside represented a lot of work, and there were perhaps some things in there it wouldn't do for someone to see if they wanted to undermine the US' influence in Paradox. He then took Martin to his room, adjacent to Nina's ... eliminating that part of the routine Martin had already heard previously. Meanwhile, Martin had a dilemma. Being this close to Nina for so long had left him very aroused. On the one hand, it might be a good idea to take care of this little problem before his meeting with the businessmen from California. He would be much more relaxed and able to focus. On the other hand, he entertained fantasies of things going very well with Nina ... and what if they went so well that he had the opportunity to bed her this very evening. Or afternoon. He wouldn't want to be "spent" if that opportunity came along. Checking his watch, he estimated he had an hour before he needed to get dressed for the meeting. Dialing Nina's room, he'd ask if she decided whether to go to the meeting with him, or if she might want to get something to eat (together) before he had to go. If he ate a little something now, then he wouldn't be as hungry during his dinner with the businessmen and could talk while they ate. “Martin as long as you’re at work and inviting me along then I’m at work too, and you never know I might have a suitable contact in your business associate … if he’s interested.” She kept her tone casual. Dinner would be great as she was very hungry, and he should call when he was ready. But if he gave her a few minutes, well perhaps fifteen, she should be ready. Nina hung up the phone and dashed for the shower. They had packed her things under her supervision and she knew exactly what she wanted and where to find it. The little black dress hugged her body in just the right places. She left her hair as it was after carefully applying her makeup. Her tape recorder and camera was in position just in case, and she slipped into her high heels almost as soon as she heard the phone ring. She hated lateness. There would be questions of course, even perhaps more personal ones, but she was prepared and had spent many months training and being tested for all these eventualities. Her thoughts right then were on those of her subordinates who were seeking just the right man for her urgent job. Her profile was not a low one -- though if she had to she could appear more as herself for those tasks -- this time she preferred those she trusted to do the more mundane tasks she required.“ Yes I’m ready to leave right now.” Martin decided to wait to relieve himself of the excessive buildup of horniness that being close to Nina brought on. After all, it was business first, and it wouldn't do for him to be late for dinner with American businessmen with money to invest in Paradox. After four years of a weak Democrat administration in which the Panama Canal was lost (given away with nothing in return), one of our embassies taken over in the Middle East, and communist influence gaining ground in both Africa and South America, it was time for America to reassert herself on the world stage. Thanks to a new President who wasn't going to take crap off anyone (the Iranian hostages were released just prior to his inauguration - with nothing in return) and a recovering economy, the commies might just as well tuck their tails between their legs and hurry back to Moscow to suffer the consequences of their failures. Hell, even Cuba wasn't going to hold out much longer now that Reagan was in office. It was no longer a matter of whether Cuba would return to its former position as the getaway for Americans wanting to let go and experience all the decadence a place like that had to offer, but whether the destination for Americans with money to spend would be Cuba or some other Latin American country. On the one hand Martin hoped his beloved Paradox would be the first to prosper under the new administration. On the other hand, as a devout Christian he didn't want to see the country's religious heritage shoved aside in order to accommodate the more hedonistic American tastes. He would be happy if Cuba returned to its former status as the island of decadence, and let Paradox prosper for all the right reasons. Now, he and Nina were having dinner with a small group of American businessmen with money to invest in Paradox . Money that would provide jobs for the locals and make it that much more difficult for the Communists to gain a foothold. In Martin's mind, the good guys had already won. It was just a matter of time before the bad guys figured it out and went back to Russia. You're wearing that? That's what healmostblurted out when he saw the little black dress Nina was spilling out of, but he held his tongue. Martin was delighted to see her so receptive to the idea of dressing that way (for him) but a little jealous at the thought other men would get to see her in the same dress. After all, these were businessmen here to talk serious talk about investing a great deal of money in an economy that couldn't guarantee a return on their investment. Martin would try to paint it in the best possible light, but the bottom line is that a lot of other places would offer them a safer investment. Martin's approach was that Paradox could offer them a higher payoff in the long run. Quite frankly, another of Martin's concerns with Nina and that black dress struggling to contain that absolutely perfect body was that the businessmen might think she was a working girl, brought along as eye candy and perhaps even for their entertainment. He would have to make sure they understood Nina was a fellow diplomat from a country friendly to the United States ... and his friend." Wow, you look... incredible. Are you sure you want to wear that? I mean, it is a business meeting ..." and as much as he wanted her to change into something more conservative, he also didn't want her to change. God, he was horny!-----------------------------------------Martin and Nina would arrive at the restaurant only a couple of minutes ahead of their guests, a trio of businessmen from the U.S.(stood to introduce himself when the men were shown to their table, introducing Nina as a fellow foreign service officer and "old friend" of his - just so there were no misunderstandings. One of the men was the up-and-coming investment banker for the firm his grandfather started, while another worked for the company that produced 17% of all the frozen fish products sold in the United States. The third man in the group was a very young engineer who would determine the feasibility of building a seafood processing plant on Paradox's Pacific Coast. Only the first man seemed to have the self-confidence (bordering on arrogance) that told Nina he thought he could bed her if he wanted, while the other two looked at her in a way that suggested they would happily grovel at her feet expecting little in return.

Twilight Over Parador, Part Deux (mrsjaz and NiceTexasGuy)|rating:4.0

The New Modern Nations RP (IC)

Welcome to a new day, and a new world. A new world filled with nations. Filled with nations unnoticed. Filled with superpowers. Filled with nations wanting to be great. Welcome to the new Modern Nations RP.OOC/SIGNUPS- CzechobelkovDevelopment of the new standard issue assault rifle had finished, and it was undergoing mass production. The assault rifle is known as the ULAR-1, it replaced the older AK-74M, which was deemed to old and outdated to compete with the newer assault rifles in the world, and needed to be replaced. Development began on the weapon in 2009 and many prototypes were built, and rigorously tested. After years of testing and development, the gun was perfected, and was ready for production by late 2013.STATS 2.6kgBarrel Length: interchangeable, 16", 18" 20". Maximum Range: 600 meters. Action*: Rotating Bolt, Long Stroke Gas Operated. Chambered For: 5.45x39mm ComBloc, 7.62x39mm ComBloc, 5.56x45mm NATO, 7.95x45mm Binomial, 7.65x45mm Czech. Magasine: 30 round Box Magazine. The ULAR-1 Features forged aluminum lower receiver, high quality hard impact polymer furniture, milled steel internal parts, CAP attachment system which requires no tools to attach/detach an attachment, so attachments can be attached in the field easily, L/R selective ejection, Chrome lined bore with 4 right-hand rifle grooves, barrels can be changed in the field quickly and simply, simple disassembly for ease of cleaning. Czechobelkov wrote:CzechobelkovDevelopment of the new standard issue assault rifle had finished, and it was undergoing mass production. The assault rifle is known as the ULAR-1, it replaced the older AK-74M, which was deemed to old and outdated to compete with the newer assault rifles in the world, and needed to be replaced. Development began on the weapon in 2009 and many prototypes were built, and rigorously tested. After years of testing and development, the gun was perfected, and was ready for production by late 2013.STATS 2.6kgBarrel Length: interchangeable, 16", 18" 20". Maximum Range: 600 meters. Action*: Rotating Bolt, Long Stroke Gas Operated. Chambered For: 5.45x39mm ComBloc, 7.62x39mm ComBloc, 5.56x45mm NATO, 7.95x45mm Binomial, 7.65x45mm Czech. Magasine: 30 round Box Magazine. The ULAR-1 Features forged aluminum lower receiver, high quality hard impact polymer furniture, milled steel internal parts, CAP attachment system which requires no tools to attach/detach an attachment, so attachments can be attached in the field easily, L/R selective ejection, Chrome lined bore with 4 right-hand rifle grooves, barrels can be changed in the field quickly and simply, simple disassembly for ease of cleaning.(IOC) I'm taking you off of the roster, because you have made quite a few mistakes in your recent history.1. The EU and/or NATO would have gotten mad at you actions.2. How do you invade Yugoslavia if Yugoslavia doesn't even exist anymore? President Francisco Fierier stood out over the crowd outside the Presidential palace in Madrid, Spain, IF. The speech he was about to give the state of the country, which as the Americans would call it, the "State of the Union Address"." Fellow Iberian's. Our Federation has improved much since its founding last year, in 2013. Our economy is improving, and in about 5 years, it will be about as big as the EU's, which has turned the state of the Euro currency around and has become a profitable organization. From what our ambassadors have heard in Paris, Brussels, and Holland, the European Union is finally planning to unite the nations of Europe into one nation, which will be called the European Federation. We are part of the EU, but our government does not support the idea of a unified Europe, as we have a Federation of our own. The EU has been concerned with our actions in the past, but still, that was in the PAST. We have forgotten the criminal actions of our first president, but we still hail him as the man who founded the Federation. Our military is very strong. Our relations within the UN have improved since we were founded. We are still a part of NATO, which has been happy with the unification of Iberia. Fellow Iberian's, be proud of your nation. Be proud of what we have done." After the speech, President Fierier stepped back into his palace and checked on his cabinet. Military advisor:Production of 2 ICBMs has begun, as ordered, and recruiting has gained us 20,000 more men in the Armed Forces. The 1st Fleet has begun war games with Brazilian naval forces to test the strength of the Iberian Navy, the Army is doing war games with the French Army, and the Air Force is doing war games among themselves. Economic advisor:The GDP is 50-50 between the public and private sectors. The GDP, overall, is at about 934,756,381 American Dollars. Domestic advisor:The movie "Nuclear Wasteland" has been released in Iberia. It is expected to get an average rating. Also, an Army simulator at Marque Warner has been released. It has vests with fake guns attached to them through a wire, and an electric signal is sent to an enemy target when fired at an enemy. STANDING WITH THE UN: Average/NeutralSTANDING WITH NATO: Very outstanding WITH EU: Not so good Political groups in Iberia-IBERIAN DEMOCRATIC PARTY (IDP)Presidential candidate: Juan IronuaSeats in Iberian Parliament: 38/100Ideology: Center-Left, Social Democracy, Peace through diplomacy, Free Market Youth Wing: Democratic YouthIBERIAN REPUBLICAN PARTY (IRP)Presidential candidate: President Francisco FerearezSeats in Iberian Parliament: 51/100Ideology: Center-Right, Republicanism, Peace through fighting, Free Market Youth Wing: The Young RepublicansIBERIAN NATIONALIST PARTY (INP)Presidential candidate: Jair AlvaretezSeats in Iberian Parliament: 5/100Ideology: Left, Isolationism, Nationalism, Expansionism, Social Market Youth Wing: Youth For Iberia!IBERIAN COMMUNIST PARTY (ICP)Presidential candidate: NONE Seats in Iberian Parliament: 1/100Ideology: Far Left, Communism, Marxism, Leninism, Expansionism, Labor, Planned Economy Youth Wing: Marx's ChildrenIBERIAN SOCIALIST PARTY (ISP)Presidential candidate: NONE Seats in Iberian Parliament: 2/100Ideology: Far Left, Socialism, Nationalism, Labor, Planned Economy Youth Wing: Social Siberian FASCIST PARTY (IFP)Presidential candidate: Brian EsparevezSeats in Iberian Parliament: 3/100Ideology: Far Right, Socialism, Nationalism, Labor, Militarism, Planned Economy Youth Wing: Franco's Grand-Nephews Kim Jong-un, Supreme Leader of the DPRK, he was to give a speech today, the first of 2014, and it would be a "moving speech" for the North Koreans, for whom the speech is a mandatory attendance." Fellow Koreans, our republic has been threatened very much since 2013. Our homes, lives and our sovereignty has been threatened! By who? You may ask. By the imperialist and fascist pigs known as America! And soon, the European Federation! This is unacceptable! From what our ambassadors have heard in China, Cuba, and even in the United Nations, America, The European Union, and the rebels in the South are going to destroy our way of life! We must take action! The EU, and the United States imperialist have been concerned with our actions in the past, but they can not prepare for what is to happen in the future! We have not forgotten what the criminals of the south ave done in the past, and we still will combat their feudal efforts to overthrow our glorious nation!. Our military is the best of the entire world! We can't be contained by anyone! Not by the United Nations, the European Union, or America! Our efforts to improve relations within the UN have ignored!. We are Korea, and we have seen the world change just like the rest of the world! We have been happy with the unification of Iberia. Korea does not deserve such treatment! YOU don't deserve such treatment! YOUR government will fight for YOUR life! My dear people, be proud of Korea. Be proud of what we will do." After the speech, Kim Jong-un stepped back, bowed, and embraced the cheers from the people. He walked back to the secret briefing room of the North Korean "Republic"Military advisor:Research of an EMP bomb has begun, as soon as we have research what will be needed we will begin development. This EMP bomb will be used for the DPRK only. The PA has begin reinforcing tanks, aircraft, and naval ships. We have also began ordering the finest up-to-date equipment. Domestic advisor:The documentary "Behind The Media" has been released in the DPRK. It takes a closer look at lives behind the DMZ, both to the North and to the South. An illegal black market has sprouted up and is gaining popularity. Foreign advisor:The Iberian Communist Party, has fallen behind in the Iberian Federation, this could be a chance for a new communist nation to be born. I think we should donate to the party. "Nuclear Wasteland" takes a shot at North Korea making it clear that the makers of the film think we are too stupid to handle nuclear weapons, as we fired one at our own capitol, then to make things worse, a civil war happens and overthrows you and your power. I think we need to ban the film. STANDING WITH THE UN: HorribleSTANDING WITH NATO: HorribleSTANDING WITH EU: Oh look, Horrible. Public News-The Korean People's Army has begun reinforcing the armor of the army's infrastructure.-The DPRK has set up searching stations to find illegally bought goods.-Kim Jong-un personally donates approximately 7.5 million Euros to the Iberian Federation's Communist Party.-The Film "Nuclear Wasteland" is banned in North Korea. The New Greek Republic wrote:Kim Jong-un, Supreme Leader of the DPRK, he was to give a speech today, the first of 2014, and it would be a "moving speech" for the North Koreans, for whom the speech is a mandatory attendance." Fellow Koreans, our republic has been threatened very much since 2013. Our homes, lives and our sovereignty has been threatened! By who? You may ask. By the imperialist and fascist pigs known as America! And soon, the European Federation! This is unacceptable! From what our ambassadors have heard in China, Cuba, and even in the United Nations, America, The European Union, and the rebels in the South are going to destroy our way of life! We must take action! The EU, and the United States imperialist have been concerned with our actions in the past, but they can not prepare for what is to happen in the future! We have not forgotten what the criminals of the south ave done in the past, and we still will combat their feudal efforts to overthrow our glorious nation!. Our military is the best of the entire world! We can't be contained by anyone! Not by the United Nations, the European Union, or America! Our efforts to improve relations within the UN have ignored!. We are Korea, and we have seen the world change just like the rest of the world! We have been happy with the unification of Iberia. Korea does not deserve such treatment! YOU don't deserve such treatment! YOUR government will fight for YOUR life! My dear people, be proud of Korea. Be proud of what we will do." After the speech, Kim Jong-un stepped back, bowed, and embraced the cheers from the people. He walked back to the secret briefing room of the North Korean "Republic"Military advisor:Research of an EMP bomb has begun, as soon as we have research what will be needed we will begin development. This EMP bomb will be used for the DPRK only. The PA has begin reinforcing tanks, aircraft, and naval ships. We have also began ordering the finest up-to-date equipment. Domestic advisor:The documentary "Behind The Media" has been released in the DPRK. It takes a closer look at lives behind the DMZ, both to the North and to the South. An illegal black market has sprouted up and is gaining popularity. Foreign advisor:The Iberian Communist Party, has fallen behind in the Iberian Federation, this could be a chance for a new communist nation to be born. I think we should donate to the party. "Nuclear Wasteland" takes a shot at North Korea making it clear that the makers of the film think we are too stupid to handle nuclear weapons, as we fired one at our own capitol, then to make things worse, a civil war happens and overthrows you and your power. I think we need to ban the film. STANDING WITH THE UN: HorribleSTANDING WITH NATO: HorribleSTANDING WITH EU: Oh look, Horrible. Public News-The Korean People's Army has begun reinforcing the armor of the army's infrastructure. -The DPRK has set up searching stations to find illegally bought goods.-Kim Jong-un personally donates approximately 7.5 million Euros to the Iberian Federation's Communist Party. -The Film "Nuclear Wasteland" is banned in North Korea.IOC: The film isn't about North Korea destroying itself. It's about World War III between a new USSR and the rest of the world. Also, it takes place in the US. A news flash appeared on the television in the President's office. Here is what is said:==NIN-Madrid==Earlier today, terrorist attacks struck the city of Lisbon, in the state of Portugal. The authorities are baffled, as a video shows this footage with a note saying, "This is Madrid very, very soon." We will show you the video later. The Portuguese National Guard thinks that members of the Communist Party did it, as Kim Jong-un, the leader of North Korea, has funded 7.5 million Euros to them. Here is the video. Unfortunately, they used footage from the new movie "G.I. Joe Retaliation". Military:Army forces have been increased, as the terrorist attacks on Lisbon have caused nationalism throughout the country. Also, due to the Berlin Incident, we are sending Team Omega to deal with the problem. If they are lost, the whole European Union will fall apart. Foreign:The European Union was close to forming the European Democratic Federation today, but terrorists entered the summit via helicopter and killed many of the representatives and took the remaining hostage. Team Omega is on its way to deal with the issue. Tunis, Capital of NAU The president decided to following weeks of decision-making to make the country a communist state, it was not an easy choice, but he wanted peace and equality for all. He wanted a new blend of communism mixed with various ideals from the communist nations around the world. He put his plan into action and began to send messages to the DPRK.TO:Kim Jong-un, Leader of North Korea From:The government of NAU Encryption:High Comrade, I believe the best way in life is through communism, we are willing to provide food for your nation if you give us military aid and help establish a communist government in the NAU. Also, I wish to make a communist alliance with your nation to cement ourselves in the world. The president sent the message and sat in his office waiting for a response. Communist republic of actors wrote:TO:Kim Jong-un, Leader of North Korea From:The government of NAU Encryption:High Comrade, I believe the best way in life is through communism, we are willing to provide food for your nation if you give us military aid and help establish a communist government in the NAU. Also, I wish to make a communist alliance with your nation to cement ourselves in the world. To: The North African Union From: The Glorious Leader, Kim Jong-un Encryption: VERY HIGH We will send 10,000 PA agents as liberators in the NAU, but I shall remind you that forming a communist government will not take place overnight, you may receive resistance from some citizens, but a small resistance is no match for the PA. Thank you, Kim Jong-un. Foreign Announcements:Kim Jong-un assured the people of the DPRK that if the EU is united in one, that our government will do everything in its power to stop them from unionizing the continent. Military advisor:The EMP Bomb research is in stage 2 of 5 of research, this will be a great accomplishment for the country. The PA has developed a new simulation technology that simulates wars and results within a 60 to 75% accuracy. We have deployed 10,000 soldiers to the North African Union. Foreign advisor:If the EU is united into a single country, this will be another threat to our home front, we need to do something more to stop it. Other News:- Test missiles are to be launched on Friday. With or without support. President Susie Bam bang Yudhoyono is now slowly taking measure to prevent being overthrown. First, military service is compulsory for 2 months. Secondly, he begins to self-coup the country. Elections are now banned in the country level. One by one, step by step, ministry by ministry, parliament by parliament, are slowly being dissolved in order to establish a totalitarian state in Indonesia. The country, being technically anti-imperialism, moves in to get closer towards North Korea, Iran, and allies of China. A secret nuclear program to have Indonesia own nuclear weapons is now under way, and is expected to be completed in about 10-15 years time. The country has many claims, and, being an island nation, has to expand its naval capabilities. Indonesia lacks number and power, and its goal is to have a total of 300 ships by 2017. The empire of Japan The empire had recently started a military rebuilding to improve the defense with the plan of having 350 ships of highest quality by 2017. This military buildup was spurred by Indonesia's seemingly hostile buildup of his military even though Indonesia is the most pro-Japan country in the world. Japanese officials of the self-defense force still want to be ready for everything including a new recruitment drive. The government has also taken the liberty to make the first official apology to China for Japan's war crimes. The schools are also allowed to tell about the war crimes now. The JASDF has taken a new steep for the fifth generation fighter project by giving it more founding so that it can be finished by 2016. The government has secretly started a nuclear program to increase Japan's position in the world with the first nukes Being planned to be finished in 3–8 years. To: The Empire of Japan From: The Democratic People's Republic of Korea Subject: Freedom Encryption: ULTRA HIGH Greetings! The Great Korean leader, Kim Jong-un, has seen the potential of Japan. But, this potential has been squashed by the American Fascists. We here in the DPRK, do not support that America has to treat your glorious nation like it can not support itself. We mean, It took away your military. Yes, you have JSDF but what if a nation like China, or Russia decides to invade, is your small army (compared to those of China and Russia) going to defend you and your people? I believe it is time for the great land of Japan to declare itself independent of the American Fascists! Signed, Kim Jong-un IOC:The irony Code: Select alto: The democratic peoples republic of Korea From: The empire of Japan. Subject: Freedom Encryption: Unbreakable We are surprised that you call yourself free when you are oppressing and starving your people. We might have these fascist, but we are still more free than North Korea has ever been. We are still though on a different path than you will expect. SignedShinzo Abe prime minister of Japan. The Japanese military build up continues with several thousand men already joining the army. The kingdom of Scandinavia Johnathan was listening to his advisors about the best course of action. Military advisor The construction of the JAS-40 Trolley prototype has begun and is excepted to be finished by 2016. The army has also begun the full construction of the archer artillery system. It is the most advanced artillery piece in the world and is sure to give Scandinavia and defensive advantage over her enemies. Domestic advisor The newest Hollander movie is released and expected to be a hit. The people are happy even though some problems with the language is there as no one knows what the official language is yet. Foreign advisor The kingdom is at good relations with all its neighbors, but most of the army is stationed in Finland so that if Russia attacks we can make them pay like in the winter war. The North Koreans have personally given 7.5 million euros to the Iberian communist party. This is bad news as we don't want a communist nation in the south. STANDING WITH THE UN: Freestanding WITH NATO: Freestanding WITH EU: Oh look, Great To: The King of Scandinavia From: President FerearezYour Excellency, It is good to see a strong anti-communist state in Scandinavia. We hope that this doesn't change. As for us, the Iberian Communist Party has started to gain support after their terrorist attacks and propaganda, and now it has 3 new members from the Iberian Parliament supporting them, snubbing out the chances of more people from the Fascist Party getting in. There are now 4 Parliamentary Senators who are Communist. Also, would an alliance or trade agreement suit you? Or maybe both, if you are generous? With open arms, President Juan Fierier Code: Select alto:President Juan FereazezFrom King Karl Gustav Bernadette XVI and prime minister Johnathan Berglund. We are thrilled that you are interested in Scandinavia and would love to establish a trade agreement. We would also love to have more talks in Stockholm before talking about an alliance. Signed Karl Gustav Bernadette XVI and Johnathan björklundKing and prim eco minister of Scandinavia. Saarland wrote:Code: Select alto:President Juan FerearezFrom King Karl Gustav Bernadette XVI and prime minister Johnathan Berglund. We are thrilled that you are interested in Scandinavia and would love to establish a trade agreement. We would also love to have more talks in Stockholm before talking about an alliance. Signed Karl Gustav Bernadette XVI and Johnathan björklundKing and prim eco minister of Scandinavia. To: King Karl Gustav Bernadette XVI and Prime Minister Johnathon BjörklundFrom: President Juan FerearezYour Excellency, I will come to Stockholm, where we can talk about an alliance between the Iberian's and the Scandinavians. Should we also talk about how to deal with the communists in our countries? See you soon in Stockholm, President Juan Fierier of the Iberian Federation. Foreign Announcements:Kim Jong-un has promised to work with South Korea to form a better, united Korea. Military advisor :The EMP bomb has begun Phase 3 of research. Foreign advisor:Scandinavia has protested its firm stance against Communism, and has made an alliance with the Iberian Federation, I suggest we make an alliance with both, to avoid future conflict. To: The Iberian Federation camp; Scandinavia From: The Democratic Republic of Korea Encryption: HIGH Greetings! We have realized that your respective nation, are very vital pieces to the European continent and the Democratic People's Republic of Korea has seen an opportunity in investing in your government, and your economy. This is why we offer you a Free Trade Alliance, and A Non-Proliferation Pact. Signed, Kim Jong-un. The New Greek Republic wrote:Foreign Announcements:Kim Jong-un has promised to work with South Korea to form a better, united Korea. Military advisor :The EMP bomb has begun Phase 3 of research. Foreign advisor:Scandinavia has protested its firm stance against Communism, and has made an alliance with the Iberian Federation, I suggest we make an alliance with both, to avoid future conflict. To: The Iberian Federation camp; Scandinavia From: The Democratic Republic of Korea Encryption: HIGH Greetings! We have realized that your respective nation, are very vital pieces to the European continent and the Democratic People's Republic of Korea has seen an opportunity in investing in your government, and your economy. This is why we offer you a Free Trade Alliance, and A Non-Proliferation Pact. Signed, Kim Jong-un. To: The Darkroom: The Iberian Federation Encryption: HIGH Dictator Kim Jong-un, We know that you are Communist. Change your ways and start an actual Republic instead of a dictatorship, and give your people rights, for God's sake. From, The Iberian President, Juan Fierier Military advisor The construction of the new Oslo class cruiser has begun. It is supposed to have a very good anti-missile and anti-aircraft defense and will possibly become the flagship of the Scandinavian navy. Foreign minister The North Koreans have sent us a trade offer despite their oppression of their people. The Iberian president is also coming to Stockholm for talks. This can turn into a fruitful alliance where their strong fleet can help our small navy develop. Code: Select alto:The democratic people's republic of Korea From:The kingdom of Scandinavia Encryption:High We will not engage in a trade agreement unless you start to give your people real rights and democracy. SignedKarl Gustav Bernadette XVI and Jonathan BjörklundKing and prime minister of Scandinavia. Military advisor The recruitment is going well, and the navy has begun construction of the first carrier since ww2 the Tokyo. The construction of 6 new aegis destroyers are also beginning. The secret construction of the nuclear weapons are going well. ForeignThe Scandinavians and Iberian's seems to get very friendly to each other. The North Koreans does their normal things like banning movies and oppressing their people. The Indonesians has been very quite I suggest that we are quite to. DomesticNintendo is making commercials for the newest Zelda game for the Wii U. The Japanese population seems to regain from the aging problem that has been a problem in Japan for a while. Indonesia, now beginning to expand it's navy, is now setting and preparing up for an imperial campaign for the expansion of Indonesia in Southeast Asia. The plan is called "Operation Downfall of Indo-Pacific". The plan, if actually carried on and succeeded, might bring Indonesia's status in the "global political monopoly" position as a great power. Indonesia is planned not to depend too much on China anymore, cut off relations with the USA, and is simply "bigger". The Operation consisted of a few steps, which is:OPERATION DOWNFALL OF Indo-Pacific SECRET FILEINDONESIAN ARCHIVES OF NATIONAL SECRETS1. Being provoking and suspicious to others: Putting land claims on desired territories (e.g. Malaysia, East Timor, etc.)2. Superpower as a puppet: Forming an alliance with more powerful nations (e.g. China, India, etc.)3. Preparations for the initial attack4. Operation officially launched. Enemy is surprised attacked. Attack from the USA is highly expected.5. Troops landed on enemy territories. Mindanao, Malayan, the Malay Peninsula, North Borneo, and Singapore are main targets. Attack from Australia is expected.6. Just passing through: Fleets will pass the Indian territory of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Attack by Australia is highly expected.7. Mindanao, Malayan, Peninsular Malaysia, and North Borneo is captured. Siege of Singapore begins. Troops land in Rangoon. 8. Indonesian allies (Possibly China and India) begins attack in the north and west side of the Indochina peninsula. 9. Naval battle begins between Indonesia and China vs Vietnam and Philippines. Eventual Chinese/Indonesian victory.10. Chinese troops landed in Luzon. Taiwan and Japan is expected to attack China. Threat from the USA is 100% likely. Indonesia captures all the Malay Peninsula, Bangkok and Rangoon. India captures northern Burma. China captures Hanoi, Vientiane, and parts of Northern Thailand. Australia is confirmed to attack Indonesia.11. China captures Manila. Indonesia captures most of Visayas. Philippines surrenders. Indonesia prepares for a naval invasion of southern Vietnam and Cambodia. A coup overthrows the Burmese government. Burma surrenders to India and Indonesia.12. Thailand and Laos is at breaking point. The naval invasion of Cambodia begins. 13. Laos surrenders to China. Cambodia occupies southern Laos, while Indonesia is now advancing in Cambodia. China captures the northern half of Vietnam. The naval invasion of Vietnam by Indonesia officially begins.14. Saigon is captured by Indonesia. Thailand surrenders. Cambodia occupies bits of Thailand. 15. Cambodia is now a bombing zone by China and Indonesia. 16. Cambodia is now at breaking point. 17. Cambodia surrenders. Vietnam is now faced in a three-front war, and is now at breaking point.18. Vietnam slowly surrenders as Chinese and Indonesians occupy most of their territories. Southeast Asia is split. Operation=Success. However, since the USA and Australia will most likely be involved against Indonesia, the operation may never be carried out. NAUDomesticThe government introduces free healthcare and education, they also begin to modernize the country and begin to build training schools in various cities. Meanwhile, large underground complexes are being dug to store industry underground in the event of bombing. Also bomb shelters are being built. MilitaryThe military has introduced the AKM as the new service rifle, replacing the M1 grand, that was previously used. The length of training for each soldier has been lengthened to 37 weeks and conscription of all males and females for 2 years training has started. 대한민국The Republic of South Korea"박근혜"Benefit Broadly the Human World The day had ended with another session of ROK military exercises, as to again test the ultimate preparedness of Korean soldiers against a sudden attack from their Northern counterparts With the constant protests and flag burnings against the DPRK regime happening here and the occasional round of refugees who've actually escaped Kim's grasp seeking to find a new, better life, it almost seems as if life here in the Republic is the perfect life. As elections for local provincial heads are being held this year, there seems to be nothing happening in the realm of Korean politics other than the usual. This is it, the one and only major election in the middle of this year. It may be too early to start up the hype, but it is never too early to begin campaigning Unofficial "ballots' have been cast, as a show of preference, possible outcomes, and just good fun, since the ballots are literally scrapped and recycled afterward, and they are made to be more of a joke than they are a survey. There are even some prominent campaigners participating in mischievous and childish games from the minds of their fellow Korean people on the street. All is fun and games for now, as when election time nears, there will be no more play, and it is a merciless battle of wits and courage from then on. In recent years, the state of Education in the Republic had been at the tip of the earth. The economy had prospered, crime had been slashed dramatically, and all had seemed to be peaceful. South Korean president, Park Gun-hye, the first female president in the nation's relatively small history had managed to oversee and calm tensions over recent years between bitter enemies, the US and the DPRK. She, in many years of experience, had known of the monster that laid under the Korean People's Republic's own fabric of lies. She herself knew that North Korea was too unstable, and still is, to take down with brute force, as it is going down to their own leader's level of filth and deterioration. At best, all she needs to rely on is time, and patience, as much as she wants to see the government of their old rival go down as much as every other Korean would, a prayer for it to happen would suffice just as so, to whomever the prayer is for. In seeking new allies, as well as continuing relations with old ones, there have been messages sent to many of the world leaders from an old friend, the South To president Francisco Fierier, The Iberian Union Hello, as I would personally like to congratulate you again on your people's independence from old rivals, I have a proposition for you which may allow both of our countries to benefit at the very most of this bargain. The North, as I have noticed, has grown to be quite unstable over recent years, months, days, and weeks. I would understand fully if it infuriates you so of what they do to their own people, but you must be glad that you don't share your one and only land border with them...you would never be able to fully comprehend fear and rage unless you did so... Moving on, an alliance between our two respective nations would be quite a start for business and economic growth. We seem to both be rising powers that are only mere fractions of a meter away from being economic and technological giants like you would see PR China and the US, except, for this occasion, we would in fact be seeing eye to eye with one another. I'd be over content to see a new trading partner in our ports, as you would with yours. Contact me if you are interested, scrap this if you are not. And remember, you mustn't do what is right for your people, do what is right for your world. With sincerity, President Park Gun-hyeThe Republic of South Korea박근혜To Prime Minister Shinto Abe Hello, old friend, it has seemed to be quite a bit of a long time, though it may not be long enough for us. As one of our largest trade partners, I write not for extra money, but as a human being in general. Due to rising tensions with the North, I ask of an alliance between our two humble states. We have been allies for years on end, but I do not believe our friendship to be enough, not even brotherhood. With both our homelands being economic and technological superpowers, we would be at the base of ensuring world peace and prosperity. Hate is such a profound and barbaric word, and I dislike using it in this sense, but as our hated with our tyrannical Northern family grows between us, I cannot help but think war to be inevitable, though it is most obviously not, as logic seems to say so. With both of our militaries being able to withstand a siege from such foolish aggressors, I would wish to see our technology and economies improve along as well if we are to establish ourselves as self-sufficient, no longer being under ancient imperial rule. With peace and cooperation, we can improve the world with innovations, and turn away enemies with mere words. I wish for a world filled not with war and greed, but with love and tolerance. The Japanese islands are our only gateway to the western world, and it would be a tragedy for that gate to be closed for whatever reason. More over, if you wish to speak for a renewed and refurbished alliance, I would be most pleased to do so. With Sincerity Park Gun-hyePresident of the South Korean Republic박근혜To King Bernadette XVI Your royal highness, Though this initially is our first contact, we have known the nations before you for a very long time. Just like with the Iberian Union, I would personally like to congratulate you on your people's newfound independence and unity, and may it continue to be so. As proud Scandinavians, you seem to know what is best for your nation and your people. I do hope you feel the same way with this proposal. An alliance, of sorts, to follow through with both of our economic, technological, and political demands and necessities. With the rising and ultimately inevitable dispute we, as a planet, all share with the North Korean officials, I see our growth as an opportunity to see through this situation with diplomacy and peace talk, or, if you wish, do what humans have done since the dawn of time to handle their problems, with violence and bloodshed. But now is not a time to be talking such harsh things to our bitter enemy, all we need is agreement and cooperation until long after it is rendered void. What would you say, your majesty? With Sincerity, Park-Geun-HyePresident of the Korean Republic박근혜And at last, finished with one Moreno our fellow Korean brothers and sisters in the North, though you cannot read this... This message is for you, Kim Jong-un. I have seen many a bloodshed from both sides of the border to be beyond wonder as to why this conflict must go any longer. Since you deliberately care not for your own people, enough to give them the most principle of necessities that is considered a garbage waste here in the South. Even our most vile of all prisoners, prisoners that come from your own nation, prisoners that have done nothing wrong here, but I am confident did many things in North Korea, receive more food in a single day than the average person in your country does in a week, by at least twice. You must come to the realization. This is not the world that Marx had intended for you. You, Stalin, Mao, Castro, Pol-Pot, and Chiming have all come to taint, disgrace, and desecrate what was once Marx's greatest philosophy. The Such ideal only leads to disaster, and vague threats will get nowhere. This is my last message to you concerning this, Kim, step down now as leader, purge all of your advisors, ministers, and military officials, and let the people of the North come to the government and care they are in the most desperate need of, Democracy. If you are to do something with your military, the South is not responsible, there are ROSA forces stationed at the DMZ if you decide to make any rash movements. You have been warned foremost, "brother"With Contempt, Park-Geun-hyePresident of the Korean Republic박근혜South Korean ROSA forces have begun to mobilize near the DMZ, the border between North and South Korean lands. Though international law forbids military arms on a Demilitarized Zone, it is expected to calm soon, or not...the soldiers are only near the area, not directly on it. Defensive Condition, though the situation is tensing, is still at a stable level of 5, and it may take a directly longer time to make it to a 4, though the government tries everything in its power to be at peace and calmness. Many jobs in the private and public industry had been created as a result of increased funding from government bureaus. The use of public transit is highly encouraged, and many public buses and trains rely on electricity for power. Cars relying on natural gas, though still the majority, are rapidly becoming contested with greener and more efficient ones. There have been plans of building wind farms along the coasts, with much wind and no settlement to disrupt, the government has begun to fund the project already. The Secure Party, the ruling party by far, though Conservative in nature and Right in the Political Scale, seems to have suddenly sparked new progressive ideals and embraced changes that others had thought to be impossible to consider. Despite past allegations of corruption and dishonesty, the Grand National Party, as it used to be called, is now on a bright future with such a gifted president to represent. With funding in Education skyrocketing, new universities and schools are planned to be built, while national test scores still being the same as they had used to, many extracurricular programs in schools have opened, giving many students a chance to excel at home and in school. A bill had also passed today, granting any student that is homeless a place to stay, free of charge, as well as enrollment in a free lunch program at school, should the school have one, if not, then a pre-paid lunch. The bill also allows students at risk of becoming homeless or financially unfortunate to also be in the program. Another legislature in the bill allowed for increased awareness of mentally handicapped students and their conditions, discouraging bullying, and providing free education in the secondary level, where there would normally be a large fee for non-disadvantaged students. The same went for the economically disadvantaged, having a free education up to the third and final year of high school, as well as permitting universities to admit at a fraction of their regular tuition. Though complaints come in claiming this does not help to the competitive nature of the education system, admittedly, it is for those who have never gotten a chance, than for those who already have one. Local communities have also expressed dedication to the green life, as parks have begun to open, and previously opened parks have been cleaned by volunteer work. Homeless shelters have also begun to open, as they begin to serve food to those in need, even giving seconds and thirds, as there seems to be plenty to go around with. Though the Republic of Korea continues to prosper so, there can only be wonder as to what happens in the Northern side of the fence, while millions are being tortured, and millions more have died. At least they can no longer suffer, but before, they did, and alas, they still do... Code: Select alto president Park Gun-Hye, The republic of South Korea. Good day my old friend. It would be with honor that Japan accepts this alliance offer with the proud South Korean people. The north is a treat to world stability but as you said violence is not the way to go. So I will hope that this new alliance between our nations will bring an age of prosperity and glory to both of us. SignedPrime minister Shinto Abe Empire of Japan安倍晋三 To my friend, Park Gun-Hye:I accept your alliance offer with an open heart, and Parliament has just ratified the treaty. Let both our nations celebrate and prosper with his agreement, and let us keep the peace in the world. From your new friend, President Juan Fierier, of the Iberian Federation BREAKING NEWS governmental research lab has been destroyed in an explosion. It is reported that 216 people were killed in the explosion, while another 100 are injured, while many more are still missing. Military advisor:The EMP bomb research has been set back to Phase 1 of research. Foreign Advisor:South Korea has made new alliances with the Iberian Federation and Japan. Domestic Advisor:Clean-up of the research lab has commenced, it is expected to be cleaned in 7 months. Public News-Kim Jong-un has extended an invitation to South Korea's Park Gun-Hye to visit the DPRK and discuss a union of North and South Korea.- All research labs will be inspected for any faults in structure. A new assault rifle has replaced the outdated M16A1 for military service in the Iberian Federation. The rifle is the TAR21, which is more advanced than the M16A1. Also, the War Games with France and the US are over, proving that our Army and Navy are strong through victory in the War Games. General Per aux sat at the command table in Madrid, waiting for another transmission from the President. Then, the transmission came through. "Operation Reclaim is gone. Repeat. Operation Reclaim is gone." Just after that message, a force of 600,000 Iberian Marines aboard the 3rd Fleet in the Caribbean landed on Cuba, the Bahamas, and all the major independent island nations in the Caribbean. The purpose of the operation was to reclaim Spain's lost territories in America, which were growing unstable with Communist and Fascist governments.

The New Modern Nations RP (IC)|rating:2.0

Diamonds in the Rough ((IvoryTigress and Rhael))

(ago, the Old World thrived. Technology boomed, the stars were no longer out of reach, and vast cities were the central hub for life and progress. But human nature was what it was. Greed, ambition, and jealousy tore the world asunder. Humanity destroyed their vast civilization with war, and mother nature was more than happy to reclaim her planet. Forests engulfed the abandoned, shattered cities. Predators grew bolder. Humanity survived, but only a quarter of the population remained. Old World technology and knowledge was quickly forgotten in favor of more simple and practical resources and either survived the taint of war or changed to adapt instead. A quiet breeze rustled leaves in the ruins of a megalopolis in the north-western part of the continent. Countries no longer existed, replaced by the flexible boundary lines of gang territories. Most left the hallowed cities alone, fearing the ancient ruins were still hot spots for fatal amounts of radiation and the large predators who enjoyed the once fantastic metal jungles. But rare individuals knew better. Soft lunar light slipped through holes in the wall of a room eight stories in the air. Jaelyn Lath rim slept on the hard and dirty floor, moonlight dancing across the soft curves of her face. Her grandfather raised her in the cities after her parents died at the hands of gang members. For someone who grew up learning about the Old World, the ruins were as safe as any home nowadays. In a lawless world where violence reigned, no place was ever truly safe. While Jaelyn's height of five foot six made her average for a female, her lean and lithe frame made her small. She purposefully hid musculature forged from learning to lift and maneuver her body weight plus a pack and working with her hands. She could squeeze through small cracks, slip into places most men couldn't, and was able to out run almost anyone. Other women were just as dangerous as men, but tended to have more bulk muscle in order to be so. Fist fights were something Jaelyn just didn't have a good chance at winning. She was still alive because she had brains and those seeking to harm her consistently underestimated her. She planned ten steps ahead. So, when the bracer on her wrist suddenly vibrated, one of two valuable gifts from her grandfather, emerald eyes flared open. Something triggered the sensors she built on the bottom floor of her building. Fear and the trickle of instant adrenaline kept her body tense and still as she listened. Her heart thudded audibly in her chest. Sometimes, one of the larger cats was enough to trip her silent alarm, but she could count the number of times that happened on one hand. She always slept fully clothed. Black, calf-high leather boots and leggings had seen better days. The tank top and gray long sleeve shirt were both a little big and stained with various mechanical fluids. Her dark leather coat had pockets for all kinds of things, but was fraying at the sleeves and the hem. A pair of obvious Old World goggles hung around her neck, the second gift of her grandfather. She went ahead and slipped them over her eyes and set the mode to combat. The tint of the lenses shifted and a map she had programmed herself loaded into the bottom right corner of her vision. She had been using her backpack full of tools and supplies as a pillow. When her bracer vibrated again to indicate something was on the second floor now, and she began to hear the quiet chatter of several men through the gaping holes and fractured floors, Jaelyn didn't hesitate. Ten steps ahead meant the third floor was rigged with explosives and the floors above that...it sufficed to say Jaelyn decreased the building's structural integrity in more than several key points. Those things would buy her time. More than one voice meant gangs, and she had no intention of sticking around. She was up on her feet with her backpack on her shoulders before the first explosive triggered, shattering the night's silence. The whole building shook. Bricks from unstable walls fell around her as she sprinted to the back alley hole in the wall. She felt no guilt at the pained screams, but the angry made fear slide it's icy touch through her veins. A large tree had grown beside the building. Jaelyn pulled her hood over her head and jumped confidently out into the branches. Long hair was good for grabbing, and she always hid it with the hood if she could. She was fast, almost a blur as she moved down the tree. Her feet touched ground not twenty seconds after she jumped from the building. She went to take her first step to flee when something unbelievably hard struck her in the temple with enough force to send her into the wall. Time immediately slowed down. Her breath seemed so loud, as it was the only thing besides a ringing to echo in her ears. She tried to think, to process the surrounding information, but she was lost in a foggy haze. Jaelyn didn't feel the pain of it, nor the blood dripping down the side of her face. She would have fallen, but rough hands pinned her shoulders to the wall and the bite of a blade nicked the soft skin of her throat. Two men were talking, but her sluggish mind couldn't understand them. She tried harder, strained, and suddenly, their voices were deafening and her head exploded. A pained groan escaped her lips and she tried to move, but her shoulders were pinned firmly." Are you insane?! Look at what you did! You made her stupid!"" So what?"" What ya think the boss will do to us if we bring back an engineer who can't fuckin' engineer?"" She blew up three of our guys!"" The boss wants her brains, numb nuts. Ya just ruined 'em wit a fuckin' pipe. Let's get out of here before more shit goes wrong." Saelyn was hoisted over a broad shoulder. The realization of capture was more than enough to bring her back to reality. Being taken was death, a final lesson she learned from her grandfather. To her advantage, both men underestimated her and didn't bind her arms. She pulled her sleeve up over her bracer and flipped a switch. Two long, sharp needles sprung forward, and she slammed them into her captor's spine. He cried out as large amounts of electricity scorched through his body and they both fell to the ground. She was already wiggling out from underneath him when the second turned to advance. A utility belt kept her leggings from falling down her narrow waist. She reached into a pouch for a small cube and threw it into the second man's chest. It wasn't a damaging explosive, but a flash bang. Searing light flooded the alley, blinding everything in its path...except Jaelyn. The combat setting on her goggles kept her vision intact. She got to her feet and ran, immediately realizing there was no way she could full out sprint. Nausea ripped through her stomach and blood dripped on her goggles. Every step was a sledgehammer pounding into her skull. But she didn't stop running or look back until she got to her final prized possession. Hover technology died with the Old World. Any vehicles in existence now had gone back to rubber wheels and fuel injection engines, though even they were rare. Refining oil was an extensive process and required unbroken equipment, chemicals, and know-how. Hover bikes could still be found, but were largely not salvageable. Jaelyn's bike looked much like the rest of the city. Parts of the frame had rusted completely off. The handle bars were bent, the seat was essentially non-existent, and it was filthy. No one would give it a second glance. But she had spent years fixing it, often venturing into dangerous territory to find replacement parts. The engine and the critical stabilizing oscillator functioned. She hopped on the bike and reached slender hands into the engine between her thighs. There were five cables that needed to be plugged in with a specific order. Jaelyn slipped several times before bright blue light illuminated the engine and the rust bucket rose a foot off the ground. She slipped her feet into the bifunctional peddles and glanced behind her. Two men were almost on her. She put her chest against the engine, gripped the handle bars, and pressed both feet down. The bike shot off down the alley. It took skill to pilot a hover bike. It was fast and required careful attention and reflexes, as well as the ability to use all four extremities both independently and in coordination. The rider's body also needed to lean and shift. Saelyn was well practiced. Normally, she had no difficulty navigating the debris and foliage. But the blow to her head was no laughing matter. Her reflexes and reactions were too slow. Even at reduced speed, she almost flipped the bike several times. She drove aimlessly until the icy touch of fear warmed and blood dried over enough of her goggles she had trouble seeing. She pulled both feet up to stop the bike and pulled her goggles down to look behind her. Whoever wanted to capture her was long gone. With an unsteady sigh, she brought a shaky hand to the large gash across her left temple. The sting was almost as vicious as the headache. She could only imagine what kind of dirt was inside the wound. Already, her body felt the fatigue of her injury and the night's trouble. It had been too close. She was no medic, but she knew enough to know she had a bad concussion at the very least. There wasn't much dinner in her stomach, but it was threatening to come up. She needed help. She gauged her surroundings, knowing the city by heart. In her current location, she was thirty minutes from a village obligated to give her medical attention. Her deal with them was advantageous for both. Every two weeks, she visited to repair any broken equipment she could. In return, they gave her free medical care at any time. She didn't even have to barter for supplies. If she could make it out of the ruins, it was straight prairie land the rest of the way. She pulled her goggles off and used water and a rag from a saddlebag to scrub the blood off. She did her best to push out of her mind that it was her own and she was likely still bleeding. Dark brunette tresses were stiff with dried blood. She gingerly put the goggles back over her eyes. It hurt, but she counted herself lucky they didn't get broken. Saelyn piloted the bike out into the plains. The trip was easier from there. She didn't have to work too hard to cut sharp corners or avoid random trees, which was both good and bad. It was easier on her body, but she had less to focus on and sleep threatened to consume her. By the time she got to the village, she was fighting to stay conscious. Tim, the village medic, lived in the medical bay. It was a run-down building near the edge of town. Like her bike, it didn't look like much on the outside. It was the inside that mattered. Tim's facility was well stocked and even had a few pieces of tech that often made the difference between life and death for the village. She stopped the bike in front of the bay. She couldn't feel the ground when she got off and fell, but managed to pull herself up and stumble to the door. Vertigo and blurred vision hindered every step. She didn't remember knocking on the door. Tim's face seemed to appear from nowhere. She squinted as he spoke but couldn't force his words to make sense. Then the darkness came and she neither saw nor felt anything at all. (graceful sidestep was all that she needed to avoid the fist aimed at her face. She could have struck her opponent right there and then, seeing as the motion of his punch had thrown him off balance already. She merely pirouetted to position herself behind the burly man, hopping on the spot relentlessly. Fighting was more than being muscular and having the strength required to put some hurt where it counted. The man was double—if not more—her size, flaunting a ripped body that many inhabitants of the Wasteland would have envied. And yet, everybody knew who would have emerged as the victor of the bout. "Come on, you dumb fuck," she provoked him, the fingers of her raised hand motioning back and forth as an invitation. As usual when she decided to step in, The Cage was packed to the rafters. It was the name given to the large room the gang used to organize bare knuckle fighting matches; the favorite sport among those who carved their existence pillaging settlements and murdering whoever dared opposing them. As the name implied, a cage of solid metal bars had been placed around an old boxing ring that had seen many a year by now. Whatever was written on the sides of the platform that raised the ring had long faded away. The chamber was well-lit by a myriad of candles and torches either affixed to the walls or held by those who had decided to attend. Despite the lack of electricity, many had gathered in the room, forming a nearly perfect circle around the cage. The thundering, constant shouting of obscenities and encouragements was deafening. At the same time, knowing that so many were watching her every movement infused her body with pure adrenaline. The other combatant trapped within the cage turned around to renew his assault on a woman who he should have easily smacked around, if one had to judge based on apparent physical prowess. When he approached her again, releasing a guttural scream from his lungs, the woman had already shifted to another position, dodging his cross punch as if it was a walk in the park. With a loud chanting in his ears, the man repositioned himself to throw another punch at the woman, who swiftly hopped backwards to avoid the new attack, her back bending slightly. The brute squinted his verdant eyes and tried to focus on the perennially shifting feminine figure who never stopped hopping in place, mocking him with a perennial smirk dancing on her plump lips. Determined to land a punch, he attempted a hook with his left hand, which he hadn't yet used during the fight, hoping to surprise his adversary. Unfortunately for him, the woman ducked under the imposing arm and quickly shifted to the other side, straightening up to assume a defensive stance soon after. It went on for long minute—maybe ten—in which the crowd started laughing every time the man's blows failed to connect. Not a single one of them even brushed the blond woman and her five feet, ten inches toned up body. Sweat had already formed a shining patina on his naked torso. His breathing was heavy, and he seemed unable to keep his hands up to form a proper guard. He was fatigued. Recognizing this, the woman sprung into action. Darting forward like a dangerous snake, she landed a shovel hook at the base of the man's rib cage, followed by another identical punch, but on the other side of the man's bare torso. Those two punches alone had been enough to make him feel as if someone had suddenly taken away all of his much-needed oxygen. "You're fucked," the woman announced with plenty of bravado in her already naturally confident voice. Mercilessly, she planted her left feet forward and used it to balance her body, rotating it in a swift arc to execute a powerful haymaker punch directed straight at the man's jaw. The blow was so violent that she heard the bones cracking as soon as her closed fist impacted on the intended target. The spectators roared as the man faltered aimlessly on the ring, clearly stupefied by the hit he had just endured. Without wasting any time, the blond woman quickly slid her right foot forward to replace the left one at the forefront, so that rest of her body could pivot in place as she landed the mother of all hook punches on the man's face. The strike sent the man straight down. He collapsed on the ring with a satisfying thumping sound. The throng exploded in a frenzied jubilation. One name and one name only was heard echoing loudly across The Cage; Zion, shouted in a never ending chant. The people holding flaming torches raised them up in the air. Shadows danced on the walls as she lifted her arms up in the air, soaking in the triumph she had just earned. She wasn't as physically imposing as many of the men in the gang, but she had never lost a fight in her life, both in The Cage and outside of it. It was her attitude. It was her grit and her determination that had commanded the respect of those ruffians. The wild cheering suddenly became loud chatter when a couple of goons came rushing in. Zion recognized them immediately—they were members of the party she had sent out to retrieve that cute little thing roaming the region. She couldn't see the girl being dragged into The Cage. As displeasure took the first place amid her emotions, the lineaments of her visage twisted to form a blank mask. The door of the cage was open to allow the two lackeys inside. The Hammer Bearer, an incredibly attractive female, also entered the ring to bring Despair back to its rightful owner; the inseparable and rather frightening sledgehammer that Zion had elected as her weapon of choice, and as the ultimate symbol of her unquestioned authority." Where is the girl?" she asked in a glacial tone. As she waited to hear an explanation, she lifted Despair to rest the long handle on her shoulder. "We had her, boss, I swear! The bitch killed some of us and then managed to escape. Boss, we can still get her!" Zion began walking in circles around the two subordinates, her golden hair quivering slightly as she shook her head. The Cage had become silent like the grave. The only sound that could be heard was Zion's circling steps on the ring, and the heavy breathing of the two goons close to her. Suddenly the hammer was tightened with both hands, one grasping the grip placed at the bottom of the wooden shaft, and the other right under the heavy metallic head. Despite the weight of such a weapon, the raider leader was able to lift it up above her head effortlessly. It wasn't her muscle mass or some kind of special training that allowed her to accomplish such feats; it was the ultra violence and the dark impulses that always lurked within her, like wild beasts searching for prey. The hammer's furious run in midair concluded once it struck the head of the raider closest to Zion. The walloping strike was simply too much for any man to withstand. Down to the ground the thug went, his right temple already bleeding profusely. Zion's grunts echoed across the room as she lifted the hammer again and smashed it on the goon's face with full force. She did it a third time, putting all of her weight and strength into the blow, caving in the man's face without mercy. By the time she was done, that face was nothing more than a disgusting lump of flesh and bones without sense nor form. So much blood had stained the ring around the man's head, forming a grisly circle akin to a crown. The murderer was also soiled in crimson fluid." Failure is not a fucking option!" she shouted, her voice charged with anger. The Cage was even more silent than before, and everybody's eyes were glued to the woman on stage. The other raider on the ring had pissed himself. His cargo pants were clearly darkened by his own bodily fluids. "Please, Zion," he pleaded with a soft voice that didn't match his stout figure." You said we can still catch her. Where is she? Tell me something useful, or I swear, I'm going to cave your fucking skull in like your friend here."" She's wounded. She got whacked good in the head before she fled. Furthermore, she can't be far, I swear!"" Warpath!" Zion's hollered as she raised Despair up in the air to incite the crowd. The assemblage of cruel hoodlums responded with hysterical shouting and by shoving away one another in excitement. "I want thirty of you with me on the road. We're going to hunt ourselves this fucking girl and make sure we get our electricity back. Prepare the vehicles and be ready to leave!" Immediately many of the raiders left The Cage, racing against each other for the privilege of accompanying Zion in a journey through the Wasteland. The old military installation that the gang had occupied became a frenzy of activity. More than a raider rushed into the armory to take all manner of weapons and other equipment. The majority of the base was underground, constructed within the side of a mountain and its looming shadow. Despite the many years after the Day of the Great Fire, the place was still largely intact. Most of the tech was still functioning, although not even Zion had any idea of what it did and if she could have taken advantage, somehow. It was an ideal base of operations for a group of raiders. Outside, watchtowers along a still-standing, high concrete wall protected the base's perimeter. Even if potential assailants had managed to breach the wall, the massive blast doors protecting the underground entrance ensured that practically nobody would have ever gained access to the place. The motor pool was a large building within the base's courtyard, not far from the main underground entrance. It had been stocked with functioning Old World vehicles of various kinds. From hover bikes to traditional wheeled transports, Zion had made sure to own enough vehicles to move the entire gang at once, if needed. Not a small feat, considering the hundreds of raiders who had gathered under her banner of violence. Her personal quarters were deep within the installation, in a trio of adjacent rooms that she had repurposed according to her wishes. One was a traditional bedroom, with a lavish double bed covered with sinful sheets of black satin as the main attraction. The other chamber functioned as a living room with immaculate sofas of black leather. There was also an area that had been arranged as a sort of museum of antiquity, with shelves and exhibition cases full of many items from the Old World. The final room, the smaller one, was a bathroom with a working shower; a luxury that few in the Wasteland could even dream of. "Mistress, when will the power be back?" the Hammer Bearer asked. Her real name was Candice, a stunning brunette with eyes so blue and bright that they almost seemed unreal. Like many of the women who were part of the gang, her long hair was shaved at either side and on the back, always gathered in a high ponytail to showcase such a style. Her job, as her title implied, was to carry Despair when the leader didn't require it. She never left Zion's side, also because she was her lover and sexual slave. "Soon, my lite pet. I promise. We'll find that girl, and she'll repair the generator for us. And maybe we'll fuck her together afterward, Hamm?" Zion let out a chuckle that the Hammer Bearer welcomed with one of her own mellifluous guffaws. She needed clothes that weren't marred by blood, hence the visit to her personal chambers. Ten minutes later, she was already outside, marching towards the motor pool with the Hammer Bearer in tow. She had opted for a black overbust corset that squeezed her generous breasts together in a very provocative manner. A skin tight pair of black leather pants covered her toned legs, running into sturdy black boots decorated with silvery skulls. She had become who she had become also thanks to how she presented herself. Beautiful, stylish and extremely dangerous; no other woman in the Wasteland could have claimed to possess the same combinations of traits." Everything is ready, M'Lady," Grayson the Wise announced. The Wise because he was over fifty years of age, with a shaved head and long, gray beard tied in a knot. His wrinkled skin shouldn't have fooled anybody; the man was still tough as a nail and more than capable to lead. That's why he was Zion's second in command." Excellent. Let's get on the road. We'll visit every village in the region until we'll find her." Her personal vehicle was a fast sport car with a somewhat rusted bodywork. Like all other vehicles owned by the gang, the car had been reinforced with makeshift parts and other colorful elements in perfect raider style. The windows and the windscreen, for example, were protected by improvised protective pieces, and a cumbersome metallic scraper had been attached to the bumper, so that she could have attempted to ram opposing vehicles too close for comfort. As the Hammer Bearer took her place on the passenger seat, Zion positioned herself behind the wheel. The car came alive with a booming bellow, soon followed by the roaring engines of all other vehicles that would have joined the search. The mammoth gate at the entrance was opened in a hurry, and the party left the military base to travel across the Wasteland. The group was large enough to raise a cloud of dust in the air that would have been noticed miles ahead. In that case, it was a wanted occurrence. Zion wanted the locals populating the surrounding villages to know that she was coming for them. Everybody in the area knew of what she was capable of. If they were smart, they would have given her what she wanted, as they usually did. The first stop would have been a village that featured a rather efficient clinic. Tim was the name of the local doc, as far as Zion remembered. If the girl was truly injured, as it had been reported, then perhaps she would have sought help right there. Sure that her reasoning was flawless, Zion slammed the gas pedal until her car was at the front of the group. With one hand firmly grasping the wheel, she extended the other arm to turn on the music player installed in the car. Aggressive music (flooded the cabin, increasing the already copious adrenaline flowing in her body. The village in question wasn't far. Soon enough, the people there would have seen the ominous haze of ashes and dirt approaching their precious dwellings.(2511 | Zion's Attire (( awoke to the sound of hurried conversation. In no real hurry herself, she let her eyes stay closed as she thought about how she felt. Her head throbbed, but nowhere near what it had been before. It was more along the annoyingly tolerable lines. Her stomach complained of hunger, and she felt a little stiff. Her thoughts were surprisingly clear and focused. The fact she even remembered the previous night's events was a statement of Tim's skill and whatever toys he had in his clinic. It was his voice that brought her attention to the quiet conversation around her." At the rate they're advancing, they'll be here in thirty or thirty-five minutes."" Do we know which one it is?"" I think it's Zion." Tim winced. "Shit. Alright. Get the kids and maybe a third of our supplies into the safe hole. We want to look like we have stuff to take so we are not hiding anything, but let's do our best to not advertise our whole stock. I'll help you with some of the medical supplies and come back for Jaelyn." When she heard their footsteps fade, emerald eyes opened and Jaelyn sat up on the table, rolling her head a bit to work kinks out of her neck. She knew of Zion. She and her impressively large gang claimed a mountain base southeast of the village. Jaelyn avoided the territory when she could. There wasn't much there she couldn't get in less vicious places. Zion wasn't known for her hospitality. But that also meant the thugs from the previous night were probably from her war band. One of the thugs had said the boss wanted her brains, which was really the only reason anyone ever looked for her. Something needed fixing. Normally, Jaelyn didn't have a problem bartering her skills in trade, but that was never the way it worked with gangs. Zion's reputation stated Jaelyn would do the work and get killed for her trouble when the problem was fixed. Zion was also the type to punish a village for trying to hide something she wanted. Jaelyn was far from perfect, but she couldn't let the village suffer for her. She slid off the table, swayed on her feet for a moment, and wondered how long she had actually been out. Her balance and stability returned quickly enough, and she walked to a sink and looked in the mirror over it. Her eyes were hallowed and she was a bit pale. A bandage covered her left temple. If the laceration had been bad enough for Tim to bandage it, Jaelyn knew to leave it alone for now. With a shake of her head and a sigh, she grabbed her pack and sneaked out the back. Her hover bike was where she left it. She crouched beside it and reached into one of the saddlebags for a collapsible survival bow. Living alone meant she had to know how to hunt. Food didn't come easily. The bow was a crucial part of her daily existence. She snapped the limbs into position and checked the string to ensure it was still functional, a practice she painfully learned to do prior to every use. She set it in a clip on the side of the bike she built just for it. If the villagers saw Zion coming from thirty minutes away, it meant they had vehicles. Jaelyn bet they were armored. A standard broad head used to kill animals wouldn't penetrate that kind of armor. Attacking armed gang members with a bow was the furthest thing from wise, but Jaelyn's plan was more of a poke than a true strike. She opened a box of arrow heads she built for defense rather than food collection and selected a tip made of glass. It was filled with a sticky, black substance. She pulled an arrow shaft from the quiver on the back of her bike and double-checked to make sure it was the one she needed before securing the two pieces together. The shaft carried a lightweight powder that, when mixed with the black substance, made a very large explosion. The armor on the vehicles would be more than enough to shatter the glass and mix the two substances. She would only get one shot. Both the black fluid and the powder were rare. She hopped on her bike just as a hand clasped her shoulder. She jumped out of her skin and looked over her shoulder." Where are you going?" Tim asked, concern in his tone. He was a good man, middle-aged but still attractive in a kind way. That kindness would cause his death one day. Jaelyn shrugged off his hand." I bet it was her thugs last night, so its probably me they want. I can't stay, Tim. You have kids here. I'll ride out to meet them. Maybe they'll follow me and leave you alone."" That's suicide. Zion is no joke."" Suicide is staying here to get caught anyway and then watching her slaughter you because you tried to help me." Jaelyn shook her head. "Keep your people safe, Tim. Maybe I'll see you on the other side." She didn't give him a chance to respond, slipping her goggles on her face and setting them to combat mode. The bike came to life beneath her, and she shot out of the village. It wasn't difficult to find the war band with the massive cloud of dust in their wake. During the ride, she did her best to swallow almost paralyzing fear. She was quite certain her plan was the most idiotic thing she'd do in her life. Her bike was fast and agile, but it had no armor or weapons. She had clever tricks and wits, but raw firepower and numbers were hard to beat. At full speed, the city ruins were twenty minutes west. If she could make it to the city, their vehicles would become a hindrance. There was too much debris to move vehicles of size with speed, even if they were capable of plowing. The city was her turf. She knew it is like the back of her hand. If she could make it there, she could lose them. But the twenty minutes of open plain driving seemed impossible. Her logical mind was sometimes her worst enemy, especially when it began to ponder all the ways things could go wrong. There hadn't been time to plan for each contingency and flying by the seat of the pants never went well for Jaelyn. When the oncoming vehicles were just beyond her range, Jaelyn stopped her bike and faced it due west at the ruins. She pulled her bow free and knocked her explosive tip arrow. Her goggles gave her the distance of the lead vehicle in meters. The number rapidly decreased and Jaelyn's mind automatically did the math. If it was one thing she learned about gangs, it was they rarely saw the need to control their anger. The one sure way to distract them from the village was to royally piss them off. If Zion wanted Jaelyn alive, it shouldn't be Zion she attacked. Even though Zion might kill her by the time everything was said and done, it was never wise to kill the one person who wanted you alive, regardless of the reason. Saelyn reasoned Zion would be leading the band of vehicles, so she switched her target to the car to the left of the lead and adjusted her calculations. Alone and in the middle of the open plains, she wasn't hiding. Zion and her band had to see her. A single woman with a bow wouldn't be enough to cause them to reduce speed. She pulled back the string and locked her knuckles to her anchor spot along the side of her jaw and aimed. It wouldn't matter where on the car the arrow struck. It just had to hit the target. She waited until the vehicles were in range, timing her shot with where the car should be given the time the arrow needed to travel. Fear surged through her, and she had to fight to keep tremors from effecting her control." This is why you never play the hero, Jaelyn..." she whispered to herself as she loosed the arrow. She didn't wait to see what happened. Sound would tell her whether the arrow found its mark. She slid the bow into it's clip and brought the bike's engine to full speed toward the city. She kept her body low and paid attention to her mirrors. Furthermore, she wanted to be able to drive in a straight line for as long as possible, but terror and adrenaline kept her body ready to start evasive maneuvers. In the plains, Zion had the advantage. It was make it to the city or die one horrible death or another...like every other 'hero' occupying early graves. (said that the Old World was a bustle of human activity and technological marvels combining to form a great civilization that dominated the planet. As she watched the desolation of the Wasteland through the windshield of her armored car, it was difficult for Zion to imagine the good old days of the human race. All she knew was violence and despair. Even when she was nothing but a child, she knew that the world was now under the yoke of those who knew how to project and exercise brutal strength. People like Zion. The rumble produced by the group of vehicles was loud enough that it would have been heard well in advance. Fast and powerful music was heard coming from many of the cars part of the hunting convoy. In Zion's car, on the other hand, silence now reigned undisturbed. She knew the village wasn't too far away. A few more miles and they would have started to spot the hovels that the locals called their dwellings. The place was visited regularly by Zion and her goons. It was part of the usual extortion route. The Hammer Bearer suddenly broke the silence with an agitated voice. "Is that... someone ahead of us?" Before Zion could focus on the figure in question, she spotted some kind of projectile whizzing towards the convoy. The object's trajectory was too high for her to properly follow. She was about to signal the group to halt at once, but the sudden explosion caught her by surprise, causing her ears to ring for long seconds. The car just beside her own had become something akin a torch of flames. She could hear someone inside the vehicle screaming in an inhuman manner. The vehicles behind frantically maneuvered to avoid hitting the ball of fire that had suddenly appeared. A pair of raiders rushed out their vehicles with an old, still working fire extinguisher. It was too late. All the men inside the targeted car were dead, either shredded by the explosion itself, or their flesh horribly consumed in seconds by the hot flames. Zion could see their charred remains within what remained of the vehicle. Extreme anger enveloped every inch of her body, every fiber of her being. She already knew who was responsible, and she was already determined to make an example out of that bitch. Nobody fucked with Zion and her gang. She stuck an arm out of the window as she yelled her orders, the index finger of her hand pointing towards the ominous remnants of what was once a large city. "I want all of you to form a perimeter around the city. The bitch thinks she can lose us amid the ruins, but we'll turn the table on her and trap her in that fucking tomb. Nothing will get alive out of the city, do you understand? Nothing!" Angry shouts and cursing galore answered her commands. All the vehicles were launched at top speed towards the city. Far in the distance, Zion could see the little bitch on her hover bike, speeding towards what she probably thought was her best chance to avoid being captured. There were... things in those ruins that even someone like Zion was afraid of, but her anger was so, so absolute that she didn't care. The girl probably didn't realize that what she had done had caused her to forfeit her life. Before the incident, Zion hadn't consider killing her, but now all she wanted was to nail the little bitch to a cross, after having raped her over and over and over. And after she would have fixed the generator back at the base, of course.(612 | Zion's Attire (( Jaelyn got to the ruins alive, she didn't count herself lucky. She didn't thank a higher power she didn't really believe in. The city didn't guarantee safety. It merely gave her the edge. From what she could tell, the gang had split up to spread out around the border. If they planned to trap her in the city and wait her out, they were going to be waiting a long, long time. The lead car hadn't stopped, though. Jaelyn had zero doubt Zion was behind the wheel. She drove her bike into the ruins but knew staying on it would make her easier to track. While there was no way Zion's car could get through the city streets, Jaelyn knew she was better off on foot. She couldn't hide in a crevice on a bike. As soon as she crossed the border, she stopped her bike in an alley and pulled the power cables to kill the engine. She tightened the straps of her backpack and pulled her goggles down before taking off at a full sprint down the alley. She was fast, the distance rapidly swallowed by her stride. Furthermore, she was also agile, booted feet seemingly floating over logs, decayed vehicles, and other city debris. Her focus was absolute as her heart raced to meet the demands of her body. Her fear was still very real, but it was lost beneath the intensity of her attention. One trip could end her, especially since she heard fast, insistent footsteps behind her. She turned a sharp corner down an alley she knew had a large wall splitting it into two sections. Her memory of the area served her well. To the left of the wall was a fire escape high off the ground. The right had nothing but an empty building site. Jaelyn poured on the speed and once she was close enough, she jumped and planted her foot into the right wall and shoved as hard as she could to the left. Experienced hands caught the very bottom of the fire escape, and she used it to pull herself up and over the wall, pack of equipment and all. The movement was so smooth it almost looked effortless. Her feet landed solidly on the ground, her knees flexing and mobile to absorb the shock. Not even a breath later, she was on the move. She baseball-slid under a set of branches that had grown across the alley at chest height. She was back on her feet and running, making a left and then two rights that would lead her to a more "main" road. But when she got there, genuine terror overcame her focus and she skidded to a stop. Even her breath held as she whispered Oh fuck to herself. A full pack of The Fallen had swarmed the street. Jaelyn didn't consider them human, though she was sure they once were. Their bodies were pale and hairless. Every vein and artery was black and could be seen beneath that almost translucent skin. Their inky, obsidian eyes matched perfectly. Any clothing that clung to their thin, sinuous frames was in tatters. Nails were wickedly sharp, teeth jagged and yellow. Any humanity they once possessed was long gone, replaced with carnal brutality. But they were not without intelligence. They ate any kind of meat, including human. They often hunted in packs and were capable of laying traps for prey. Jaelyn had seen what they did to their food. On bad nights, her nightmares were full of it. She didn't understand what they were doing there. They typically stayed more toward the center of the city near an old fusion factory that likely turned them into what they were. But it really wasn't the time to ponder it, as every single black eye was turned on her. Genuine terror seized her heart, ripped holes in her gut, and momentarily froze her mind. They warranties close. She forgot Zion was likely on her heels. All that mattered now was surviving The Fallen. They were faster than any human Jaelyn had ever seen. She had seen a pack overtake two of the large, predatory cats at full speed. She took a very slow and cautious step backwards. When one hissed and lunged in response, she jumped back farther, turned, and ran for her life. She rounded a corner and slammed straight into a black-corseted body. She jumped out of her skin, a surprised yip leaving her lips. As she tried to push and shove the other body away, intense and terror-ridden emerald eyes found Zion's furious gaze. Her voice was breathless and deadly serious." If you want to live, you better fucking run!!" And just then, the first monster turned the corner. It loosed a savage howl that was answered by way too many others. It snarled and tossed itself at the pair. (furious music rocking the car perfectly matched Zion's state of mind and the river of adrenaline pumped throughout her body. The gas pedal was all the way down, and yet she kept pushing on it with her booted foot as if she could have launched the vehicle even faster than it already was. Only at the very last second she let it go and shifted her foot to the break, slamming the pedal down as her hands swiftly slid on the wheel to steer the car laterally. She managed to stop a mere inches away from a large cluster of concrete blocking the road ahead. The Hammer Bearer had to exit from her side to allow Zion to leave the car, since the driver door was too close to the fallen slabs of nearby buildings. The two women ran like demons from old, useless books, chasing down the thin girl who thought they could elude them. Zion hadn't trained almost every day of her life to be outdone by that wisp of a girl. The Hammer Bearer, on the other hand, was clearly less prepared. Not even two minutes at full speed and her pace had already visibly decreased, plodding behind Zion. The stronger of the two fem mes extended an arm backward, her fingers wiggling in midair to signal that she wanted her prized weapon. The Hammer Bearer was only too glad to pass the heavy object to its rightful owner. That seemed to help; without the burden, the Hammer Bearer's movements gained the fluidity she had displayed at the beginning of the chase. Zion, on the other hand, proceeded at top speed even with the hammer resting on her right shoulder. She couldn't see the girl, but she knew she wasn't far, as she could hear her trampling ahead. She was running down a narrow alleyway, dodging the boulders on the ground, when the girl suddenly appeared right in front of Zion, bumping with full force into her. The impact was hard enough to make Zion recoil. Before she could even react, she heard the girl's agitated voice, and then she spotted the monstrous figure that appeared right behind her. A damned Fallen. With a single, fluid movement, Zion passed the hammer in the left hand, while the right hand darted behind her back to grab the pistol nestled in her tight pants, and pressed on the small of her back. In less than a second she had already disengaged the safety and aimed the weapon at the creature. Without hesitation, she squeezed the silvery trigger, a loud discharge sound deafening her ears and the ears of those around her. The bullet traveled with murderous purpose, until it penetrated the ashen skin of the Fallen, right between its black eyes. The creature stopped dead in its track and collapsed on the ruined ground, a rivulet of putrid blood flowing out of the bullet hole in the middle of its forehead. To be certain that the disgusting thing was dead, Zion fired again to lodge another bullet in the Fallen's bald skull. Her cold gaze immediately snapped onto the girl's beautiful visage, blue eyes meeting in a stare charged with electricity. "It's the other way around, little thing. You stay with me if you wanna fucking live." Even someone like Zion knew when it was time to beat it. She spun around faster than the wind and resumed running with both weapons in hand, ready for anything. She knew that the girl must have been smart enough to understand that it was prudent to stick together for the time being. The Fallen were no joke, even for a badass like Zion. The girl could have always tried to escape later on, although the raider leader was determined to put a collar on that girl's neck sooner rather than later. (644 ~ Zion's Attire (( any other circumstance, Jaelyn would have laughed at the woman's arrogance. She most certainly didn't need protection. But with a pack of Fallen entirely too close for comfort, she didn't even acknowledge Zion or the woman with her. Jaelyn just ran. Not even a block later, her rational mind reasserted control. Having Zion and her lackey for company was far from ideal, but she just couldn't leave another human being to the Fallen. She also couldn't deny Zion's gun was handy, even if it would be turned against her at any moment. One problem at a time. On the other hand, Jaelyn hoped Zion wasn't as trigger-happy as her reputation stated. She'd lived in the vicinity of the Fallen enough to have learned a few things. Eighty percent of the time, they were nocturnal. Their eyesight was amazing in the dark, but not so much otherwise. In the daylight, they hunted by sound and scent. If there was more Fallen than just the pack chasing them, the gun would certainly get their attention and wasn't potent enough to intimidate them. As with almost all things, Jaelyn had an Emergency Fallen plan. It had to be modified, since she had two others with her, but it was still more than possible. She kept up the pace of her sprint, despite her body telling her she'd been going at full speed for a fair bit of time with no breakfast or lunch. The Fallen nipping at their heels was more than enough motivation. As she moved, her hands reached around her back to a compartment on her belt and she withdrew two items. She guided the two gangsters through several alleys before turning out onto an open, main road. Jaelyn kept on that road for another two blocks, long enough she was fairly certain most of the pack was in line behind them. As they approached a dead vehicle, Sean jumped on the hood and then sprung into the air. Mid-flight, she spun her body to face their attackers, depressed a button on each object in her hands, and threw them at the closest Fallen. She staggered a bit with her landing, but kept herself upright. As she turned to sprint after Zion, the two devices activated. A high-pitched, repetitive, screeching tone loud enough to hurt even Jaelyn's ears flooded the streets, along with a gas carrying a potent, nauseating stench. The Fallen screamed and dropped to the ground, many covering their ears or clawing at the air in attempt to silence the painful sound. Even if the noise attracted more, the pitch of the noise and the smell would leave them in no better condition than their friends. Now that they had a little breathing room, the trio needed cover. Jaelyn picked up her pace enough to overtake Zion and resume the lead. She had a safe house not far form their position. She guided them off the main road and down several side streets before stopping at a small crack in a wall, just big enough to pass a small person through. Jaelyn squeezed inside and moved to the run-down staircase before glancing back at the two women. She whispered, "Step only where I step....unless you want to fall through...or trigger an explosion that'll kill us all." She started up the stairs, her pace much slower than usual. Furthermore, she really didn't want to get blown up by her own traps. After having watched the two women move, if anyone made a misstep, it would be Zion's companion. As they climbed, it became painfully obvious how Zion's first team of men died, the pattern of Sean's steps elaborate and complex. To her relief, they made it up all eight floors without incidence. She guided them around the places in the floor she'd weakened to a room in the back. Once everyone was inside, she closed the door and pulled a trip wire from the right side across the door and attached it to what looked like an explosive device on the left. She stepped back and glanced at the two women. "This whole room is structurally secure." Her voice was still little more than a whisper. She ushered them toward the corner of the back wall, away from the door. The position gave Zion a good line of fire should anything actually make it up the stairs and through the door. She stood close to Zion's side, breathing heavily, but making the effort to be quiet about it. She listened intently for several long minutes. The tone could still be heard, but it seemed further away. The battery in the device wouldn't last much longer. As far as she could tell, none of the Fallen had followed them. Saelyn looked up to get her first real glimpse at Zion. Her breath caught for a heartbeat in surprise. The woman was beautiful, so much so she was sucker punched by it. Her companion was equally so. But her stupor didn't last more than a moment. She shook her head and stepped back several paces. "Of course," she thought to herself. "Psychotic, sociopathic murders are always gorgeous." Distance between them was definitely not a bad thing. She crouched down to open a lock box and pulled out two containers of water. She tossed one to Zion and opened the other for herself. The cool fluid was heaven against her dry, parched tongue, but she wasn't foolish enough to chug. If she had her way, she'd be running again soon. But Zion's gun made things significantly more complicated. Jaelyn was self-aware enough to know she wouldn't win a fist fight, especially against two of them, without an unreasonable amount of luck and Jaelyn was certain luck held a grudge against her. Her injury from the previous night began to itch, and she reached up to find the bandage struggling to cling, the sweat of her exertion making her skin slick. She tugged it off and ran her fingers over the wound. Tim had been forced to stitch it, after all. It suddenly registered she could no longer hear the device. She slipped her goggles over her eyes and stood to move across the room to the east wall. She removed two bricks at eye level and looked out to scan the area. Furthermore, she picked up a few animals, but nothing to make her think the Fallen were stalking. Now, all she had to worry about was Zion. The wall had enough loose bricks to make a hole if she kicked hard enough. Eight stories down was deadly, but one floor below had a reliable fire escape if she jumped just right. She pulled her goggles down and took one last sip of water before turning to face Zion." It looks like the Fallen were scared off," She let her lips curve in a disarming half-smirk. "You should give me a ten-second head start. We can play again." (inhuman screeching and howling on the Fallen prompted Zion to invoke all of her willpower to repress the morose intentions swirling in her psyche. She ran after the frail girl as fast as she could, ignoring that urge to shoot her in a leg and carry her away. The disrespectful, little bitch hadn't even acknowledged the fact that Zion had probably saved her sorry, pathetic excuse of a life when she had shot the Fallen that was about to jump on them right in its head. Whipping that girl before raping her would have been so satisfying. Looking behind over her shoulder, she could see the pack of foul creatures running like the demons they were, their mouths wide open to produce that disturbing sound they emitted; probably some joke of atomic evolution, a sort of defensive mechanism meant to intimidate or downright scare possible preys. Regardless, the raider leader ran even faster, her legs moving swiftly and powerfully as she carried the hammer over her shoulder. It would have been probably easier to get rid of it, but it was more than just a weapon. It was a symbol of authority that she couldn't do without. An agile jump from the girl led Zion's gaze to focus on her slender figure, instead of the ground ahead of her position. Instinctively, she looked past her shoulder again as she spotted the two objects traveling in midair. The deafening sound caused Zion to grind her teeth hard, her azure eyes squinting as if her ears where being stabbed, which was exactly what she felt in those moments. For a second or two she thought to stop and wait for the girl, who had fallen behind, but she figured that that wisp of a woman would have overtaken her and the Hammer Bearer in little time. Her sophisticated tricks were quite impressive, Zion was forced to admit in her mind. A shame that no trick from her bag would have changed her destiny. They might have been allies against a common threat, for the time being, but Zion hadn't forgotten who the girl was and what she was supposed to be doing. Just as Zion had thought, the girl went ahead and resumed leading the trio of females amid the ruined streets and locales of what was once a splendorous city. The Fallen must have surely been distracted by the girl's doohickeys; if not, they would have least gained significantly over the peruses. She did what she was told when they sneaked through the crack in the wall, precisely mimicking every step that the girl took as she advanced. Zion had the distinct impression to be dancing around, her frame moving and waving in a complex pattern. They eventually reached the last floor of the building. The room they were led into seemed secure enough. Clearly, the girl had done her homework already and had also already used that particular place in the past. The tripwire she secured the door with was ample evidence of her expertise and level of readiness. Plump lips bent and stretched to form a smirk, a cold gaze fixed on the girl when Zion heard that apparently she was beautiful, in addition to being a psychopath and a murderer. She remained silent, her blue eyes following the girl's every movement. She didn't react when the water was thrown at her, except for the swift movement of her arm to catch the flying canteen. Furthermore, she unscrewed the cap and smelled the liquid inside suspiciously. Extending her arm again, she passed the canteen to the Hammer Bearer, who promptly drank some of the content. A full minute passed before the gang leader finally freshened her throat with that water. She gave the hammer back to the Bearer before she took silent, careful steps towards their mark. The girl had been useful so far, confirming that dragging her back to base would have been a sound plan. "How about I give you none," Zion's cold voice replied as soon as the girl was done yapping. She raised her gun and pointed it straight at the other woman, her finger already caressing the trigger. Slowly she lowered the weapon until it was aimed at the girl's right leg. It had all been fun and games, but now was the time to end that charade and bring the girl back to reality. She had to accept that her destiny was sealed and that nothing she would have done could have helped her escape from her assigned duty. Whether she liked or not, the girl would have ended up repairing the generator in the old military installation. "You might be fast, but I'm faster than you with this." Zion's trigger finger moved to tap the side of the pistol's frame. "You move, even an inch, and I shoot you in the leg. Then we'll see how fast and how far you can go with a bullet lodged in your flesh. You'll come with me, quietly. You've shown you are a capable woman, and I might be inclined to show you leniency in return. I won't have my entire gang rape you if you stop giving me problems. I'll see that you're well-fed and treated with respect." "Take the offer, girl," the Hammer Bearer interjected. "Because if you don't right now, you'll live to regret it." Zion nodded in silence at those words, her index finger back to petting the trigger of her weapon, in case the girl would have decided to be stupid.(922 ~ Zion's Attire (( finally, there was the gun in her face. Jaelyn was mildly surprised it had taken even that long. The coldness in Zion's voice kept the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She absolutely believed the woman would pull the trigger, even enjoy doing it. Jaelyn's hands stayed open and visible. Her options were slim. Running would get her shot or killed. Her hands were slower than a bullet, so any tricks left on her were useless. The ultimate goal was to live mostly unscathed or die as painlessly as possible. Zion's words hinted she was willing to talk, provided her ultimate goal was achieved. The promise of food and protection were certainly appealing. The problem was Zion only offered protection from her gang. The woman ruled them for a reason. Being in her hands was no less dangerous than being thrown to the rest of the wolves. The woman beside Zion finally spoke, and jaded emerald eyes shifted to study her. Her beauty was undeniable, but the collar around her neck made Jaelyn wonder what her actual purpose was. Surely, there was more to her than just eye candy if she was the only other person Zion brought with her on a chase. But there was no denying she wasn't as fast or agile as Zion, or even Jaelyn. Ultimately, that collar meant the girl's words of warning, designed to intimidate or not, were entirely unimportant. Even if they were true, the deal Zion offered gave Jaelyn nothing but eventual death. Being shot was better than accepting such an open-ended deal. Taking a bullet meant she could fall and reach the one explosive she kept in case of an unavoidable, painful ending. She doubted Zion was a woman of her word. Promises from her meant nothing. The name of the name of the game would be to limit the amount of time weapons were pointed at her. Now that the village was as safe as she could make it, avoiding the gang leader's temper was also crucial. Jaelyn needed protection from Zion, herself. She couldn't blindly accept the agreement, but attempted negotiation would also fuel that cold temper. Ultimately, she decided it was better for negotiation to fail now and for her to die of her own choosing. Fear was still ice under her skin, but she did her best to keep her playful expression and her tone casual. "An interesting theory. I see it a bit differently, of course. You sent thugs after me and, when they didn't come back, you came yourself. A significant escalation. There's only one reason anyone looks for me. Something you value deeply is broken. I need all my limbs to work efficiently. I need to be able to squat down, shift, and squeeze my way around things I'm fixing. Shooting me anywhere, while probably satisfying to you, won't get you what youreallywant." She paused for a moment, glancing at Zion's trigger finger as she let her words sink in a bit, that Jaelyn knew Zion needed her. But she continued on before that finger could react." I'll come willingly and fix your problem...but I have conditions. Being fed and protected from your gang is good. Let's keep that. I want protection from your rivals...and also from you, yourself. In the end, you get your problem completely fixed, even if I have to completely rebuild what's busted, and I get my freedom and my mostly unscathed life. Even Steven." Emerald eyes rose to find their azure match. She had to remind herself to breathe, to show as little fear as possible. People like Zion fed off it, exploited any displayed weaknesses. Jaelyn prepared herself for the worst. Small but lean muscles braced for a bullet beneath her clothing, her mind already planning her fall to the ground and the reach for her Final Goodbye. Zion didn't know it, but if she chose brutality over civil negotiation for services rendered, none of the three would make it out alive. (undisputed queen bitch of the largest gang in that corner of the wasteland remained rooted on the spot, her gun still pointed straight at the wispy girl attempting to negotiate the best terms she could get away with. Blue eyes full of contempt roamed up and down the girl's figure, until they snapped back onto her face all of a sudden. There they remained, a piercing gaze lost into the woman's emerald eyes, as if Zion was trying to look past her shell of meat, blood and bones. Surely the girl had an angle. She must have already been planning how to eventually escape, of fuck things up for Zion and her gang. The raider leader already knew how to counteract any possible plots against her and her people. "That village where you probably spent last night," Zion said with apparent calm, both of her hands tightening the body of her gun in a perfect tactical grip, as she had learned. "Nice village. Nice people. Their tribute to me is willingly. I never had a problem with those nice people. I am sure you are also fond of them, isn't that right?" She didn't wait to wear an answer. Her plump lips continued to move and articulate words at an increased speed. "Would be a shame if those people were slaughtered because of you. Such a shame it would be. Oh, and the fire. The black smoke. The entire wasteland would see that village burning, until nothing but ashes would remain. Men, women, children, animals. I will personally build crosses and nail each of the villagers to them." If the girl thought she could outmaneuver someone like Zion, she was sorely mistaken. The woman hadn't become the leader of such a large gang by mere luck or coincidence. She didn't have balls, but it was as if her invisible pair was made of steel. Her willpower was absolute. Her determination, charisma and ultra violence had led her to sit upon a throne that now granted her the ability to take actions and influence a wide variety of villages and the souls who inhabited them. Zion didn't know what the girl was planning, how she would have attempted to weasel out of the situation, or even if she had the guts to stab in the back the most dangerous person she probably knew. All that Zion needed was the doubt. The suspicion that the girl could have attempted something." I will raze that village to the ground. I will kill everyone. It was reported to me that you were injured when my men tried to seize you. Look at you now! You seem to be doing much better. My men wouldn't dare lying to me, so that means that you spent the night in that village, under the care of that nice doc they have there. Do you really want me and my gang to harm those people? You can't protect them. You can't do anything to avoid a massacre. The only thing you can do is come with me, quietly. And if you dare move even an inch when I want you not to move, I'll have my gang unleash doom on that village. But before they'll do so, they'll make sure to inform them why they're being butchered. The last thing they will hear is that you condemned them to death." Killing the girl would have been a much swift solution to the predicament, but that would have also meant delaying repairing the generator. It could have taken months, maybe even years. Finding a replacement for the girl wasn't easy, as technical experts like he were a rarity that anybody in the same position as Zion would have found invaluable. The generator was more important than her personal needs, and more important than the debauched impulses that she already felt as she kept gazing upon the prey. "Try anything and all I said will come to pass. Do you understand? You have my word that nobody will touch you or interfere with your work. Not even me. But if you try to escape or make a fool out of me, there will be consequences to pay. And one more thing. You will stay with me and my gang for as long as it pleases me. That's my counteroffer. Do we have a deal?"(725 ~ Zion's Attire (( didn't shy away from Zion's eyes, even as they overflowed with contempt so potent it almost felt like tar on her skin. And when that cold gaze tried to pierce her very soul, she met it with her best attempt at an almost teasing playfulness, despite her genuine fear of having to follow the woman anywhere. The threat against the village wasn't surprising, but was still unfortunate. With stitches still obviously in the wound on her head, there was little point in trying to lie. Zion's words were more accurate than she knew. Jaelyn had done her best to protect the innocent, though that thought almost made her laugh. She'd done nothing but try to survive the wasteland, too. But there were certain realities Jaelyn had a better understanding of than most other people. Any whim of Zion's temper, whether justified or not, would end the village. Jaelyn could do everything completely right and Zion would slaughter them anyway. She had zero problems laying the responsibility for those deaths right where it belonged. No one forced Zion to murder. She did it all on her own. It wouldn't do to let the woman know the level of guilt Jaelyn would feel at the village's destruction wasn't as profound was Zion thought. If the gang leader believed it would keep her in line, Jaelyn had an advantage. She certainly didn't trust Zion to honor her word and being kept prisoner was far from ideal, but Jaelyn thought it would be unwise to try and negotiate further. The promise of being left alone to do work, even if likely fake, was more than she anticipated. For the moment, she was forced to play things by ear and be patient. She offered Zion a playful smile. "Not so hard, right? Guess I'll be enjoying your hospitality for a while." She cautiously lifted her hand to gesture at the gun. "Probably safe to point that somewhere else now. I'll get us back to the outer rim. We'll still have to be careful. I've never seen the Fallen in this part of the ruins. Something must have brought them out in the daylight and into unfamiliar territory, if you catch my meaning." Slowly, Jaelyn moved to the door and disarmed the explosive the trip wire was attached to. She opened the door and glanced back at the two women. "Again...be sure to step where I do." There were safer ways out of the building, but Jaelyn didn't feel the need to share all her secrets. Zion was as cold as they came and Jaelyn got the distinct impression she wasn't stupid. All small details would be remembered and if she had any hope of living outside of Zion's clutches in the future, it would be prudent if the gang leader didn't have a good understanding of how Jaelyn defended her living spaces. The second time around, she took her time, making sure her steps were obvious as she descended the stairs. With no further need to hurry, caution was appealing. The last thing anyone needed was the collared woman tripping. When they hit the first floor, Jaelyn squeezed through the crack and pulled her hood up and started down the alley at a walk. She kept both ears and eyes open with her mouth firmly shut. She hadn't just been trying to intimidate when she'd stated her warning in the safe house. Something had spooked the Fallen enough to leave their dens in daylight. Jaelyn didn't want to think about what that could have been. Both the Fallen and the unknown could be anywhere. Her body was grateful for the slower pace. Hunger clawed at her stomach and growled louder than she would have liked. Her muscles needed a good stretch. Two days of almost straight adrenaline was taking its toll. Exhaustion tugged at her mind, but she could feel Zion's icy stare between her shoulder blades. As a guest in Zion's fortress, Jaelyn doubted she'd get any real rest. Some over-confident gang member would try his or her luck while she tried to sleep and then the village would end up burning because Jaelyn defended herself. She resisted the urge to shrug her shoulders to make herself feel better about the way that stare bore into her back. Jaelyn counted herself lucky the Fallen seemed to be long gone and the walk back to her bike was easy and quiet. She did raise an eyebrow at how close Zion's car was to the outer wall. But she merely sighed and shook her head as she walked to her bike, throwing one leg over and settling into the seat. Emerald eyes found her jailer's for a heartbeat before she reached into the bike's engine, feeling around for the power cables." Seems you get to lead the way from here. After you."

Diamonds in the Rough ((IvoryTigress and Rhael))|rating:4.0

Dire Straights

Maxwell Stone was not happy Though most people would scoff at that. The man was after all the richest man under thirty. Of course Max always reminded them that it was under by just a year. But still he was a millionaire When you combined that with owning your own software company it did all seem impressive Max supposed as he finished his meal in the restaurant, but what did that matter when you couldn't find the one thing you wanted and craved? The perfect slave It was his fault for being the somewhat stereotypical fortune five hundred "Mr. Gray" but actually be serious about the craft of BDSM. He refused to lower his standards however, refused to accept someone "playing" at the act and role instead of being serious. He was a handsome man who knew exactly what he wanted. And was willing to do anything now to get it"Can I get you anything more sir?" The waitress a pretty young thing asked as she came up and batted her eyebrows."sure just let me tie you up and spank you at the same time I fuck your ass with my cock" Max murmured pulling out his wallet." What was that sir?"" Nothing" Max said getting up rolling his muscular shoulders as his nimble fingers rose and buttoned his dinner jacket back up "keep the change" he said handing her a twenty. He moved into the lobby pausing long enough to check his reflection in the mirror. For any other guy that looked like him finding a girl wouldn't have been a problem. With his short brown hair, his sky blue eyes, his tan skin, and the muscular shoulders he was clearly a knockout. It was a physique he carefully cultivated with a series of dietitians and work out guru. If you asked his mother it was one of his many problems a wall he put up by pretending to be perfect. He ignored the waitress's thanks walking out and running a hand through his short brown hair. He stepped out scowling at the sky before walking forward. Furthermore, he was about to head to the car when a flash of silver caught his eye. A second later he felt someone slam into him and a peculiar scent washed over him and caused his nostrils to flare." That's okay" he said noting the pretty girl in front of him. His eyes ran up and down her form making several small comments to himself as she spoke. His eyes widened in surprise when she asked for money. A stirring made itself known a small tug in his groin as he continued to regard the woman." I'll tell you what" he said before he could stop himself "I'll give you twenty dollars right now if you tell me what your story is" Rachel Ball was just about at her wit’s end, as she had been no doubt hundreds of times before. And just like all those times, she would persevere. Or so she kept telling herself as she trudged along, head down, looking for any loose change that would have made its way to the sidewalk. Barely having enough to make it through just one more night at the seedy motel she was currently living in, she vowed to collect the remainder even if it cost her her pride in doing so. Up until today, she hadn’t resorted to begging but felt herself shifting in that direction since the sidewalk wasn’t coughing up anything helpful. Just a few months ago, she made the life-changing decision to leave everything behind, everything being her abusive boyfriend and their dump of a trailer, in an even dumpier trailer park. Possibly the bravest thing she’d ever done, she’d packed the barest of essentials, grabbed the tiny wad of cash he kept stashed in a cookie jar and left, never looking back. Having no family to go to, she purchased a one-way bus ticket and rode that bus until it went no further, vowing to find a job and make something of herself. So far, her vow to herself had been anything but fulfilled. She skimped on everything she possibly could, but she was down to her last few dollars in cash, with nothing to show for it. No one was hiring, and if they were, it surely wasn’t going to be someone who had no college degree and no experience in pretty much anything. She met her boyfriend while she was still in high school, and she was so in love, or so she thought, she did whatever he told her to do, which never included bettering herself. She was so lost in thought, feeling sorry for herself, she didn’t even see the guy before running right into him. It was like hitting a brick wall. Words of apology flooded out of her mouth, as she looked him up and down, noticing the suit, the shoes, the well-maintained hair. Deciding it was now or never, she opened her mouth and heard herself ask for money, her heartbreaking as she did so. However, his reply was one she never prepared for.“My story?” she repeated the words, “You want to know my story?” The money he offered, twenty dollars, would put her over what she needed for one more night, “As cliché as it sounds, Mister, I’m down on my luck. Moved here after leaving a bad situation, and haven’t had any luck since.”“Now tell me,” she countered, “what’s your story, and why so interested in mine?” "Why am I?" Max asked raising an eyebrow and looking her over. He fought the truth as it bubbled to her lip that his interest in her and her story was because of his attraction to her. Even down on her luck it was clear she was pretty even if she looked run down. By his estimation he did not think she was out on the street yet. More like flirting with it." I suppose it's because I find my self searching for something as well" He said peeling the twenty out of his wallet and handing it to her "As for my story? It's dreadfully plain I am afraid. I was adopted into a high class family and then made something of myself outside their name. I worked hard and put in the time and energy and was for the most part rewarded for it... yet I find myself hungry for something outside monetary value"He pursed his lips and studied her once more. In the light she really was quite pretty, and he could only imagine how well she cleaned up! It was a dangerous thing he was contemplating, yet the idea refused to leave his head." How'd you like to come home with me tonight" He said before he could stop himself "I can put you up for the night in my villa. You could take my twenty and sleep in a ratty hotel. However, I have a decadent guest bedroom and I also have some food back home I can give you"That was not all he planned to give her but Max was not so much a fool to tell her that. He would tempt her with the luxury and having a decent roof over her head first. If he could get her home then she would be entirely his! Rachel was finding his words completely unbelievable, almost as if she’d imagined them. But here he stood, obviously waiting for her answer. And she was tired. So tired. The noises her stomach chose to make at that moment reminded her. Yes, she was hungry. Tired and hungry, both more than she’d ever been in her lifetime. This man was promising her heaven. It was no less than that in her current state. Listening to his words, she found it hard to believe this man to be searching for anything. Clearly, he had money, he could buy anything he wanted. Perhaps he wants me? The thought surprised as much as scared her. Maybe more. More than it should. A guest bedroom in a villa. She doubted she even truly knew what a villa was. What’s the worst that could happen? Rachel had been through so much, she almost couldn’t imagine worse. Decision made, she looked up at him, her eyes easily reflecting how weary she truly was.“You know what, Sir, I’m going to take you up on that offer. Call it crazy, or sleep deprivation or borderline starvation. My name’s Rachel, by the way. Yours?” Choosing to keep her last name to herself for the moment, she left herself smile the slightest bit as she waited for him to respond and lead the way. "My name is Max" He said a smile of pleasure crossing over his features as she agreed to join him. He resisted the urge to pump his hand into the air as he led her back to his car. He ran his eyes over the back of her as he walked and his smile of pleasure grew even more as he took in her ass. Furthermore, he practically purred in pleasure as he opened the passenger door open for her and let her climb into his high class BMW. Once the door was shut he moved to the driver side and clambered in himself." Here we go" He said shutting the door and pressing the keyless ignition. He pulled out his eyes flicking to her in the dark as they moved onto the highway." Just relax" He told her making sure not to do anything to freak her out "I promise you this is going to be the smoothest ride you have ever experienced!" He gunned the engine, and they took off weaving through traffic and leaving the city behind. They moved into the mountains weaving through the roads and passing the houses of the rich and famous. “Nice to meet you, Max, and thank you.” She said, as she fell into step with him. The sight of the beautiful car didn’t surprise her. The comfort she felt as she slid into the seat was incredible. In truth, the leather seat itself was almost more comfortable than the hotel bed she’d been sleeping on. She settled in, her aching body doing as he said and relaxing. For the first time in a long time. His words weren’t a lie, the car ride was smooth. He maneuvered the car with confidence and ease as they left the city. For the briefest of moments fear made its presence known, but as she stared out the window at the beautiful houses they were passing, it quickly faded. Darkness outside, accompanied by exhaustion and the comfort of the car and drive finally hit her. With a long sigh, she allowed her eyes to close, truly relaxing for the first time in months. "Here we are" He said as they rounded another hill, and they pulled into a large villa. It sat on top of the hill and was a glittering jewel of glass and modern steel. There was a gate that let them in and a road that brought him down into a large expansive garage. There was a small fleet of high-tech, exotic, and vintage cars." My private collection" He explained to her pulling the BMW around and parking. He stepped out and moved around the hood to open her own door. He watched her as she got out letting her take in the cars and the other small touches of the rich and the famous." So are you ready to get some food in you?" He asked her guiding her to an elevator at the end of the garage. Rachel awoke with a start, hearing Max declare they had arrived. Looking through her window, she gasped when she spotted her living arrangements for the night. Just one night, she thought. The villa was amazing, sitting atop the hill like the hill was made for it. Her eyes drank in as much as she could in the dark. In the garage, she acknowledged the cars were beautiful, but in reality she had no idea of the value, although she imagined they were priceless. At the mention of food, her stomach made its presence known yet again. Although she’d love to go back to sleep in the comfort of a bed, the thought of doing so without food was unthinkable.“Yes, please,” she said. “Whatever is convenient for you, I don’t want to be any trouble.” Stepping in to the elevator, she gave Max a small smile. "It's no trouble at all" He said the smile still on his face as he led her into the elevator. If she looked closely she might have noticed the wolf like grin on his face or the triumphant look in his eyes." I have plenty of enough food" He said leading her into the elevator which had a glass viewing window. He pressed the button for the first floor and with a small jolt the elevator began its descent up into the house. The view was rocky for a few minutes until finally giving way to a beautiful foyer with modern touches." I also have a shirt you can borrow" He said looking at her clothing "When was the last time you had a change of clothes and got those washed? I can toss them in for you while you eat if you like!" Rachel’s eyes were taking in the foyer, having never seen anything so beautiful, except for television shows. To have gone from begging for money on the streets just a short time ago, to now be standing in a villa. Unbelievable, she thought. When he mentioned her clothes, her cheeks grew pink with embarrassment at how she must look. Her last pair of jeans, they were starting to show quite a bit of wear and tear, with holes showing up at various places. Her cruddy sneakers, with their broken laces that she had long since given up trying to tie. The t-shirt, two sizes too big since it was once her ex-boyfriend’s, advertised a diner in her old town. Her shame over her clothes, her whole situation, really, overrode any misgivings she may have had about handing them over to a complete stranger and traipsing around his house in a shirt he provided. There was only one other thing she could think of to ask for, besides bed and food.“Sure, I guess that would be ok,” she started. Continuing, she asked, “Would it also be ok it I took a shower before eating?” The hotel she’d been staying in taken a shower, but the water came out a mere trickle and was seldom hot. "Of course you can" Max said guiding her out of the elevator and into the foyer "Here let me show you around"He led her deeper into the house which proved to be just as grand and state of the art as the foyer. The kitchen was a modern marvel of steel and cutting edge appliances. The living room was open and spacious and took advantage of its place atop the hill by having a glass wall overlooking the hill and the city. He quickly led her into the back of the house and soon enough was showing her a guest bedroom that was simple and very nice."as for a shirt" He said disappearing for a second before coming back with a simple black T-shirt of his and a pair of boxers." Here we go" He said handing the clothing to her "You can leave your clothes in here and I will collect them and wash them for you okay?" He didn't wait for an answer instead directing her to go with a point of his finger and leaving her in the room. He moved back into the kitchen and pulled out a box of pizza he had two nights ago. Furthermore, he began to heat it up and while he waited opened a bottle of wine for them and poured two glasses. Rachel stood there, alone, a bit dumbstruck, holding the t-shirt and boxers he provided. The man sure took control of things, she thought. More than that, she allowed it, pretty much doing everything he said. Chalking it up to exhaustion and hunger, she shrugged her shoulders as she turned around, taking in the bedroom. Decorations were minimal, but extremely nice and fitting for a guest bedroom. The queen bed was made up beautifully, everything in neutral colors to be suited for a male or female guest. Walking into the bathroom, her mouth formed an “O” of surprise when she saw both a shower and hot tub. As much as she’d love to relax in the tub, she needed food, and she didn’t want to keep Max waiting. Setting the clothing he provided on the counter by the sink, she began the process of shedding her own. Once naked, she tossed everything out onto the floor of the bedroom, closing the door to the bathroom all but a few inches. Walking back to the shower stall, she turned the water on to warm up. Glancing at herself in the huge mirror above the sink, she almost didn’t recognize the person staring back. Mid-twenties is not old by any standard, but the woman looking at her now seemed to have already lived a lifetime. Her eyes looked sunken, tired. Her hair was a mess, pure and simple. Glancing at her breasts and below, she could tell she lost a bit of weight, but hopefully that would change very soon. Testing the water in the shower, determining it was the perfect temperature she stepped into the stall. Once under the spray, she moaned, unable to stop the sound from rising up and out of her throat. It had been so long since she enjoyed a hot shower, with the water pelting her skin. Looking around, she found shampoo and body wash on a shelf and helped herself lavishly with both. Rinsing clean, she turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing the towel hanging close by. Drying herself off, feeling like a new woman, she grabbed the boxers he provided. Laughing as she pulled them on, as they were way too big. Turning the waist down a time or two helped. Drying her hair as best she could with the towel, she left it hang long, running her fingers through it, allowing it to air dry. Pulling the shirt over her head, it almost went to her knees. Walking in to the bedroom, out into the hall, she proceeded to find her way back to the kitchen. Seeing Max, his back to her, she said “Well, what do you think?” as she put her arms out and did a pirouette. Not extremely tall, she looked even shorter dressed in his clothes. Her hair hung, wet and wavy, past her shoulders, the brown of it matching the brown of her eyes. Dressed as she was, she looked vulnerable. And sexy. Definitely a big change from the girl who begged him for money earlier tonight. Once the pizza was warmed up and the wine was chilled he went to go collect her clothes. Max let himself in to her bedroom doing his best to ignore the sounds of a shower and the fact that she was naked. He noted the door was open slightly and even though he was tempted to peek inside and see her he decided not to. He wanted her, but he also wanted her to give herself to him willingly. He gathered her clothes moaning softly as he noticed her thong. It was plain of course just like the rest of her outfit, but the thong spoke at her potential. His mind flashed imagining her in expensive lingerie and kneeling at his feet. His cock throbbed in response, and he bit his lip and gave a soft moan before hurrying out the room. He busied himself while he waited for her washing her clothes and putting them in the dryer. He was back in the kitchen when she came out and the minute he saw her he bit his lip in appreciation. His eyes ranked her in hungrily taking note of the way his shirt just rested on her thigh. He eyes fucked her for several seconds simply admiring her before he finally smiled and motioned for her to sit." Go ahead and eat" He said pushing the plate and the drink her way. He brought his own champagne to his lip forgoing to pizza as he took a deep appreciative sip." Are you feeling better?" He asked her curiously. He sat down on the bar stool across from her his eyes ranking her in once more. “Much better, thank you so much.” Rachel said, as she sat on the bar stool, her eyes locked onto the pizza, her mouth salivating. She hadn’t eaten all day, saving the last bit of money she had for the hotel. Picking it up, she took a bite. It was all she could do not to gobble it down, but she didn’t want to appear as starved as she really was. Her eyes settling on Max, she finally took a good look at him. His brown hair was cut short, clearly the businessman’s cut. His blue eyes were possibly the most gorgeous she had ever seen; clearly someone, namely her, could get lost in those. From what she could see, he took good care of his body, as well. Well, except for the occasional pizza, she thought, as she continued munching. He was staring at her, and she imagined he was sizing her up much the same as she had just done. Wanting to break the silence, she swallowed the contents of her mouth.“So, you’re young, you’re successful. You married?” Rachel wasn’t sure exactly where that question came from, but figured it was as good a place to start as any. He let her ear watching her as she did and studying her just as much as she was studying him. He sipped his wine every so often and when she finished with the first round of pizza he moved to heat her up some more." I'm not married" He told her heating the pizza up and turning to her "I very much doubt I would have a woman like you in my house with nothing but a shirt on if I was!" The microwave beeped signaling the pizza was done. He pulled it out and brought it back over to her before leaning in and studying her. He idly wondered if now was the time or if he should let her have her fill of the pizza. She could still eat he reasoned even as he played and cast his wicked game." I've yet to find a woman into." He paused pretending to contemplate it as he crossed the kitchen and came up behind her "My flavor of sex""Of course part of what I desire is a woman who I can control both financially and socially" He remarked placing his hands on her shoulder and beginning to softly rub "A woman who truly needs me and can not leave... I was all but giving up hope on that regard until I ran into a beautiful woman at the end of her rope someone willing to take money because she was that desperate... someone willing to come home with a stranger because she needed a place to stay." He leaned in planting a soft kiss on her hair." A woman who is now in just a shirt and can not possibly leave my home" Rachel eyed him eyeing her, almost like the‘who would blink first game’ kids would play. She watched every move he made and keenly listened to every word he said. He didn’t strike her as murderous, calculating or manipulative. Detecting no negative vibes, she also reminded herself she hadn’t been the best judge of character recently. She felt like she should be worried, scared even. However, neither one of those aptly described the reactions her body was having. Again, call it hunger or exhaustion, but the butterflies had erupted into flight in her stomach, and her brain was sending no message to tame them. His statement,“My flavor of sex,” should have had alarm bells ringing inside her head, but perhaps they had already fallen asleep from weariness. His hands on her shoulders should be intrusive, a total invasion of personal space, which they were, but more than that they massaged away the tiredness, the achiness she’d been carrying around. His breath in her hair, the kiss he left there, did something else to her insides. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, or maybe she could, just chose not to. Yes, she should be worried, scared, even. Taking a deep breath, preparing herself for his answer, she opened her mouth and whispered three words that could, would, change her life.“Tell me more.” When she asked to tell him more a smile broke out across his face. His eyes lit up with pleasant surprise as well. He had not expected her to be even remotely interested in what he was talking about. He was a perfect stranger after all who was implying his helping her was more malicious than out of the kindness of his heart. Furthermore, he was pleasantly surprised to see her feeling the other way about it. It would make things easier and less of a fear of her running or even calling the cops on him." Well you can see your state of undress" He said running his fingers up and down her shoulder blades "And I think you might be to over dressed"He did it without asking grasping the hem of her borrowed shirt and pulling it off her body. He tossed it to the side with no compunction about asking her or getting permission. He strode to face her confidently his eyes drinking her and her naked skin in." What I desire is domination" He said to her simply as his nimble fingers traced the marble of the counter "A woman who is here to serve me. A woman who will not leave but will stay here dutifully and let me pamper and spoil her. Provided of course that she fulfills my desire."" You could never want for anything again for instance" He said to her reaching out and stroking her nipple "You could have more money than you ever thought and sleep in the finest beds and places every night. If you have the courage to take it that is!" Rachel stood there, clad only in the over-sized pair of shorts he supplied, her mind processing his words, his actions. Her gaze remained boldly fixed on his, her chin held high, though her insides were a quivering mess. His fingers stroking her nipple were making it extremely difficult to focus, to think. If she weren’t so bone weary, the sensations he was providing would be much more appreciated. Domination? She vaguely knew of the term, but didn’t want him to know how naïve she truly was. Pampered and spoiled were two things she had never known in her life; would it be so wrong for her to jump at the chance? He was promising money, travel, anything she ever wanted. Who would refuse such things? Rachel may be naïve, but she wasn’t stupid. Taking just a few more seconds as a stall, completely enjoying what he was doing to her now erect nipple, Rachel collected her thoughts, trying to put them in some semblance of order for herself. Max was attractive, sexy, rich and single. Any woman’s jackpot, truly. Promising her anything, everything, she could ever want. In exchange for what? Sex, or his word, domination. How hard could it be to fully service a man? So many questions, and Rachel was so weary. She needed time to digest the food, as well as their conversation. She needed some sleep. Finding her voice, finally, although it came out as a whisper.“I’ll be honest, Max, you have me a bit overwhelmed, both physically and mentally. I’m exhausted. Would it be possible to table this conversation until the morning? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying no, I just need some sleep.” She remained standing there, part of her embarrassed at her state of undress, the other part beyond caring. He thought about it for several seconds before nodding his head. She wasn't against the idea it seemed simply needed time to think. A part of him wanted to force the issue or demand her submission. However, that would lead to a bad relationship or her fighting him every step of the way. He wanted to avoid that if he could. Even if he was intent on having her." Certainly" He said rising off of his seat and moving over to her. He helped her off of the chair his hand strong and sure in her own as he guided her back to the guest bedroom. He was expecting to have her in his bed tonight, but he convinced himself this was the best way. Having her come willingly meant he would have more control of her." I will leave you with this" He said turning her "Do not see it as selling yourself or anything like that. There is a pleasure to be had living in the lap of luxury and submitting. Everything will be taken care of you will want for nothing and experiencing sex like one could never think of"He kissed her cheek and then with a nod moved towards the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Rachel stood, alone, watching him as he walked away from her. Her cheek still warm where he touched it with his lips, she raised her hand to it, as if she could catch it in her hand and keep it. He was quite the smooth talker. She knew what he was suggesting would sound ridiculous to anyone else, but to her, it almost made sense. After everything she had been through, it almost sounded like paradise. She also knew she needed sleep. Turning off the light and padding over to the bed, easing the blankets back, she crawled into bliss, covering herself as she settled in to the mattress. A deep sigh escaped her lips. She hadn’t been this comfortable in a very long time. She could feel her body relaxing, one bone at a time. The pillow cradled her head as a new mom cradled her newborn. Staring up at the ceiling, she already knew her decision. She also knew she needed sleep before divulging it. Closing her eyes, she thought she should have told him to wake her in the morning if it became too late, but it slipped her mind. Rachel fell in to a deep, quiet, dreamless sleep. He couldn't sleep to excited about the girl a few doors over. He didn't dare wake her and suspected he wouldn't be able to even if he tried! After months of worry she was no doubt sleeping soundly. After a few hours of tossing and turning he finally fell into his own dream like slumber. THE NEXT MORNING He woke up first and after checking on her went about his morning routine. He did a short run on his treadmill followed by a series of exercises. Once he was done he showered off and went to have breakfast. The news was already playing the TV set on an automatic timer. He watched it as he made himself coffee and then finally settled down with a platter of eggs, bacon, and toast. He did his best to be patient. Furthermore, he wanted her to wake up on her own and feel comfortable coming down to him. Still his leg bounced ever so slightly up and down as he waited for her to make her appearance for the day. Oh my gosh, what is that smell? Rachel’s nose awoke before anything else. Her mouth began to water. Her eyes still closed, she inhaled deeply. Coffee, bacon and maybe eggs? Delicious. It had been too long since she’d had a good breakfast, and an equally good cup of coffee. Her eyes finally opening, she relished the feel of the bed a bit longer. The mattress was exquisite, the comforter so soft and warm, the pillow acting as a cloud accepting the weight of her head. Sitting up, she stretched languidly, her eyes scanning the room again. Impeccable and gorgeous. The man obviously had excellent taste, or enough money to hire someone who did. Standing up out of the slight piece of heaven, she stretched again. Running her fingers through her hair, she walked to the bathroom to relieve herself. Washing her hands, she glanced at herself again in the mirror. Her hair had a bit more life, having received a good cleaning. Her eyes looked just a bit less sunken than the night before, the sleep a definite help. Taking her hair through her fingers again, she left it hang. Judging from the smells, Max was obviously up. Rachel didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. Finding her shirt from the night before tossed across the bed, she pulled it over her head. She’d check with him about getting her clothes back, she couldn’t very well walk around in his garments all day. Finding her way to the kitchen, the smells of breakfast and the sounds of the TV being her guide, she saw him sitting there before he saw her. Rachel was struck again by his looks, his obvious confidence. The butterflies in her stomach were now as awake as she was. His head looking up, making eye contact with her, she gave him her most winning smile.“Good morning, Max! Everything smells amazing. I feel amazing. Thank you.” Rachel practically gushed as talked. As she took a seat, she found his eyes still on her. Returning his glance, she asked, “May I have a cup of coffee? I haven’t had a good cup in ages, and yours smells incredible.” Deciding to get right to it, she continued “Would you like to continue our conversation from last evening?” She was trying to sound brave and confident, but she wondered if the slight tremor in her voice gave her away. He nodded at her smiling and gesturing for her to sit down with his spatula. Once she sat down he pushed the plate of food in front of her and went to go make her a cup of coffee. He had a fancy high-end piece of equipment something that looked out of the space age. While he got two cups brewing he turned to her and smiled."Oh, trust me we shall" Max said waiting for the coffee to ding and reveal it was ready "I trust you have an answer for me?" He noticed her beginning to speak and raised a hand to stop her. He could sense there were going to be questions, and he wanted to make something clear from the start." No questions" He told her moving over and locking eyes with her "It's either a yes or a no dear. Of course, you will have a contract if you choose to do this but in the end my say will be the final say. I am not a traditional man, and I am not seeking a traditional relationship. The only thing I can promise you is that I have no intention of abusing you or hurting you and instead want to reward and provide you with everything you could ever dream of" Wow, she thought. Just wow. Max proceeded to cut her off, preventing her from asking any questions and insuring her it was his way or no way. What were her options, if she even had any? Busying herself with her breakfast, she was weighing the pros and cons of the arrangement he was proposing. He assured her of so much. Everything she could ever dream of. How could someone pass that up? She didn’t know this man at all, but she prided herself on being a good judge of character, having learned so much over her short life. He didn’t frighten her, in the least. No questions. Yes or no. She had a few questions in her mind, but perhaps they could be explored later. Keeping her eyes locked with his as she put the last forkful of eggs into her mouth, she gave him her answer, though she suspected he knew before she voiced it.“Yes.” Her stomach dropped as she said it, but with anticipation and excitement, not fear or apprehension. "You made the right choice" He said smiling at her "And I am pleased you did"He came over to lightly kiss the top of her head before moving over to the closet. He reached in coming out with a long overcoat that would hide her naked body." Of course now comes the fun part" He told her smirking as he tossed the coat to her "We need to get you clothes"He motioned for her to put it on over her sleep clothes and waited for her to do so. His eyes danced with pleasure at the thought of being so exposed and in little. Once she was done he moved to go get dressed himself." Eat your breakfast" He called out to her as he moved to go get dressed "I'm going to take you on a shopping experience you never could have dreamed of!" Rachel enjoyed when he touched her, kissed her. She enjoyed that a lot. So far, so good, even though it had only been about thirty seconds. Catching the coat he tossed, she obeyed and put it on. Clearly too big for her, she didn’t question it, but again lamented about the weight she had lost. Seating herself again, she did as she was told, cleaning her plate. Shopping, what girl didn’t love shopping? It had been a long time since she had shopped for herself, and even than it was in second hand stores, only affording the cheapest of items, regardless of fit or style. She could only imagine the stores Max would take her to. She was almost giddy with excitement. "So tell me this dear" Max said moving back in and dressed in a simple pair of designer jeans and an express black T-shirt. He looked refreshed and freshly shaved and came over to her to help her off of the stall." What's a brand you've always wanted to have?" He said sliding their arms together and interlocking them "A brand you salivate every time you picture it... don't be shy my dear!" He led her to the elevator leading to the garage and while she answered pushed the button for the garage. Rachel found she enjoyed Max happy. When she met him the night before, he looked anything but, his face dark and sad, almost angry. Now, this morning, he looked younger, alive and yes, happy. As he interlocked their arms, she found she also enjoyed touching him, and could do that constantly. And considering he was almost always touching her in some way, she guessed the feeling was mutual. Walking along beside him into the elevator, she pondered his question. Brands of clothing? Was he joking? She had always envied the girls in school who had better clothes than her, loved watching the fashion shows on television with the gorgeous models in their amazing dresses. Versace, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana. Oh, how she admired them, knowing she would never have such luxurious attire. Until now, it seemed. Swallowing audibly, she mentioned those brands to him, watching his face for the reaction to her high-priced choices. Was she asking for too much? His face lit up when she mentioned and wasn't afraid to talk about those brands the elite and only the elite seemed to carry. Instead of balking at the price or looking upset he simply kept smiling as the elevator brought them back down into the garage and to his collection of exotic and classic cars." Never be afraid of telling me what you want" He told her moving her towards a nice Dodge Charger and opening the door for her "In all things my dear"He helped her in and once she was in slammed the door close and moved to his own side. He slid in and started the car letting it rumble and vibrate as he pulled out and towards the automatic garage door. It opened to let them out and soon enough he was blasting down the hills once more as he headed for a small upper class suburb outside the main city. Ten minutes later he was pulling into what could only be a mall for the rich and the famous. The cars parked in the garage and valet service were nothing but the finest beasts seen on the road. There was even a VIP section! One holding what look like armored cars." For diplomats" He explained as he pulled into a parking spot and moved to let her out."now then" He said once more interlocking their arms "Where do you want to go first?" He didn’t balk at the mention of the fanciest, most expensive names she could think of. Why would he? He can clearly afford anything she could think of, and anything she couldn’t imagine, Rachel was sure. Being directed to a different car than last night, she heard him telling her to always tell him of her wants. Rachel wasn’t the most comfortable with that, but maybe over time she would be, since she was confident he’d make anything happen. Since they were in the light of day now, Rachel enjoyed taking in all the beautiful scenery leading away from his mansion. Max was a skilled driver, handling the car and taking the turns with ease. When they pulled into the garage of the most amazing mall she’d ever seen, her mouth gaped open at the sight of the automobiles already parked. When he proceeded to let her out, she continued to glance around, her eyes taking in the beautiful pieces of metal all around her. Only in her dreams, she thought. Again, her arm was hooked into Max’s, his question drawing her out of her daydream. Where to go first? Rachel had no idea. Being nothing but honest, she conveyed her lack of knowledge to Max, in barely a whisper.“I truly have no idea. You choose, I’ll follow.” Rachel found herself wondering if that’s how it would always be, her following. "Now my dear" He said with a grin "This wouldn't be a show of what you can have with me if I did all the picking now would it?" He eyed her trench coat and knowing what was under it decided a bit of direction might be good." How about an outfit first" He told her taking her hand and threading their fingers together. They might have been anyone on a date with each other and if it weren't for her bare feet she would look right at home. He guided her as she walked but made it clear she would need to do the actual picking of the store that they went into.

Dire Straights|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Sir Bedevere vs. Raroy

A man wearing a trench-coat and with pure white, skin-tight battle clothing underneath walks in. He brushes his long blonde hair to the side and readies his angel's wing duel disk with silver lining for card locations. So, care for a duel? Early walks in, in a more casually long coat then usual. He makes a face of disapproval. You're not a flasher, are you? "Care for a duel," sounds like your trying to deal me something illegal. Draw:(5d40)[38][39][30][19][12](138)Reroll:(4d40)[29][2][12][7](50)Initiative:(1d20)[18] Haha! No, no. I'm not a flasher. You may call me Michael, and I am a servant of the skies! He takes off his trench-coat to reveal two magnificent wings. Initiative:(1d20)[12](12)Draw:(5d40)[12][16][27][1][5](61)Reroll:(3d40)[24][33][35](92) BLLAAAAH! Raroy covers his eyes immediately. When he hears the flapping of wings, he steadies himself to take a look. Pshh! Hah. He takes a deep breath. I'd make a joke about angle dust, but I'm too classy for that. The name is Early, herald of the savior. I don't act like it though. And no, I'm not trying to convert you to anything, Seraph. Draw:(1d40)[8]Reroll:(3d40)[28][34][37](99)I shall begin by summoning Gene-Warped war wolf. A four-armed pale wolf monster stands before you, immensely powerful considering it's class of monster. I put a card face down and end. Monsters:Gene_warped warwolf2000atk/100defSpell/trap:1-FacedownLifepoints: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand4:Spoiler Hide [mirror force] [assault mode activate][assault beast] [Rose, warrior of revenge] 1-facedown-Threatening roar Nice monster! Let's see how it handles this. I draw!(1d35)[18]First I reveal my Golden Ladybug, giving me 500 extra life points. Then I set a monster and end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Dancing Fairy Gelled Cetus of Darla Prime Material Dragon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Golden Ladybug 2. Guardian Angel Joan 3. Dancing Fairy 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Chaos-End Master 7. Chaos-End Master 8. Agent of Force-Mars 9. Agent of Justice-Saturn 10. Honest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 14. Airknight Pars hath 15. Airknight Pars hath 16. Victoria 17. Victoria 18. Prime Material Dragon 19. Sanctuary in the Sky 20. Sanctuary in the Sky 21. Sanctuary in the Sky 22. Cestus of Darla 23. Level Limit Area - B 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Gravity Bind 27. Draining Shield 28. Draining Shield 29. Draining Shield 30. Mirror Force 31. Magic Cylinder 32. Heavy Storm 33. Mystical Space Typhoon 34. Sebek's Blessing 35. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Marshmallow Stats:8500 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]F=Face down Golden ladybug, sounds like it would get annoying. Draw:(1d40)[20]Reroll:(2d40)[61]I summon, Rose, warrior of revenge Now I have my War wolf attack, if your monster is destroyed, I shall have rose attack. Tell me what monster it is and I just might alter my moves. Monsters:Gene_warped warwolf2000atk/100defRose, warrior of revenge1600atk/600defSpell/trap:1-FacedownLifepoints: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand4:Spoiler Hide [mirror force] [assault mode activate][assault beast] [Stardust/Assault mode] 1-facedown-Threatening roar You just attacked my Marshmallow! Now you lose 1000 of your life points and my monster is here to stay. Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Dancing Fairy Gelled Cetus of Darla Prime Material Dragon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Golden Ladybug 2. Guardian Angel Joan 3. Dancing Fairy 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Chaos-End Master 7. Chaos-End Master 8. Agent of Force-Mars 9. Agent of Justice-Saturn 10. Honest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 14. Airknight Pars hath 15. Airknight Pars hath 16. Victoria 17. Victoria 18. Prime Material Dragon 19. Sanctuary in the Sky 20. Sanctuary in the Sky 21. Sanctuary in the Sky 22. Cestus of Darla 23. Level Limit Area - B 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Gravity Bind 27. Draining Shield 28. Draining Shield 29. Draining Shield 30. Mirror Force 31. Magic Cylinder 32. Heavy Storm 33. Mystical Space Typhoon 34. Sebek's Blessing 35. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats:8500 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|M|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]F=Macedon=Marshmallow DEF (500) Predictable. Oh well, I tune my Rose and my war wolf together. Starlight appears and shines across the arena. Clustering stars create a new hope. A light at the end of the tunnel shall be our salvation, give in to his strength, for he predicts the forthcoming of the end. Come to me! Stardust dragon! A wonderful light shines as a dragon of the stars flies in. Dust from starlight hangs in the air, creating a bloom of hanging light. Raroy grins like a mad man. I'll just set a card face down, and end my turn. Monsters:Stardust dragon2500atk/2100defSpell/trap:1-Facedown 2-facedownLifepoints: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand3:Spoiler Hide [mirror force][assault beast] [Stardust/Assault mode] 1-facedown-Threatening roar 2-facedown Assault mode activate (Going to sleep. Will continue common.) Whew, what a beaut. My move!(1d34)[31]I use my Ladybug's ability to gain 500 more life points. I then set a monster and a face-down card and end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Dancing Fairy Cetus of Darla Prime Material Dragon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Golden Ladybug 2. Guardian Angel Joan 3. Dancing Fairy 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Chaos-End Master 7. Chaos-End Master 8. Agent of Force-Mars 9. Agent of Justice-Saturn 10. Honest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 14. Airknight Pars hath 15. Airknight Pars hath 16. Victoria 17. Victoria 18. Prime Material Dragon 19. Sanctuary in the Sky 20. Sanctuary in the Sky 21. Sanctuary in the Sky 22. Cestus of Darla 23. Level Limit Area - B 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Gravity Bind 27. Draining Shield 28. Draining Shield 29. Draining Shield 30. Mirror Force 31. Magic Cylinder 32. Heavy Storm 33. Mystical Space Typhoon 34. Sebek's Blessing 35. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Magic Cylinder Gelled Stats:9000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|M|F|--|-|F|-|-[/table]F=Macedon=Marshmallow DEF (500) HeHehehehe. Draw:(1d40)[25]Reroll:(4d40)[37][6][28][9](80)Come to me! Power in grace come together from the forlorn star. I play assault mode activate which transforms my stardust into an even more powerful form! Stardust Assault! A more powerful, larger, and wonderful version of stardust appears in an explosion of light. Its mighty roar shakes the earth. Attack the face down monster! If an effect activates, negate it! NEGATE EVERYTHING!....... I end. Monsters:Stardust dragon/assault mode3000atk/2500defSpell/trap:1-FacedownLifepoints: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand3:Spoiler Hide [mirror force][assault beast] [Stardust/Assault mode] 1-facedown-Threatening roar (Going to sleep. Will continue tomorrow.) Nope. No effect. Just my handy-dandy Gelled, which can't be destroyed in battle! Now then, I draw!(1d34)[17]Again I activate the Ability of my Golden Ladybug. I then end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Dancing Fairy Cetus of Darla Prime Material Dragon Victoria Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Golden Ladybug 2. Guardian Angel Joan 3. Dancing Fairy 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Chaos-End Master 7. Chaos-End Master 8. Agent of Force-Mars 9. Agent of Justice-Saturn 10. Honest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 14. Airknight Pars hath 15. Airknight Pars hath 16. Victoria 17. Sanctuary in the Sky 18. Sanctuary in the Sky 19. Sanctuary in the Sky 20. Cestus of Darla 21. Level Limit Area - B 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Emergency Provisions 24. Gravity Bind 25. Draining Shield 26. Draining Shield 27. Draining Shield 28. Mirror Force 29. Magic Cylinder 30. Heavy Storm 31. Mystical Space Typhoon 32. Sebek's Blessing 33. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Magic Cylinder Stats:9500 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|M|G|--|-|F|-|-[/table]F=Macedon=Marshmallow DEF (500)G=Gelled DEF (0) When you activate your ladybugs effect, stardust negates it, and it's sent to the graveyard. Stardust is revived at the beginning of my turn. You never even got the chance to gain those points! Draw:(1d40)[23]Reroll:(4d40)[25][7][38][27](97)I summon Assault beast. It is only a matter a time before the sinner arrives, and your defense is blown away. I end. Monsters:Stardust dragon/assault mode3000atk/2500defAssault beast1900atk/1200defSpell/trap:1-FacedownLifepoints: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand4:Spoiler Hide [mirror force][assault beast] [Stardust/Assault mode] [Mystical space typhoon] 1-facedown-Threatening roar Not unless I get my combo off soon. I draw!(1d33)[26]First I set a card face-down, and then I activate my Cetus of Darla on my Gelled! Do you use your Stardust's ability, or can I proceed with my turn? I'm not stupid, go ahead. I switch Gelled to attack mode and launch an assault on your assault beast! Furthermore, I then end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Dancing Fairy Prime Material Dragon Victoria Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Golden Ladybug 2. Guardian Angel Joan 3. Dancing Fairy 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Chaos-End Master 7. Chaos-End Master 8. Agent of Force-Mars 9. Agent of Justice-Saturn 10. Honest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 14. Airknight Pars hath 15. Airknight Pars hath 16. Victoria 17. Sanctuary in the Sky 18. Sanctuary in the Sky 19. Sanctuary in the Sky 20. Cestus of Darla 21. Level Limit Area - B 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Emergency Provisions 24. Gravity Bind 25. Draining Shield 26. Draining Shield 27. Mirror Force 28. Magic Cylinder 29. Heavy Storm 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Sebek's Blessing 32. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Magic Cylinder Draining Shield Stats:9000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|M|G|--|COD|F|F|-[/table]F=Macedon=Marshmallow DEF (500)G=Gelled ATK (2200)COD=Cetus of Darla (Gelled) Nope, Threatening roar large blast of sound causes the attacking monster to cower in fear. That's it? No tricks? How disappointing. Draw:(1d40)[5]Reroll:(4d40)[40][5][21][27](93)Stardust attack his monster. Stardust breaths out pure white light which completely encases GellenduoIf your monster somehow lives through it. I'll put a card face down. If not, I won't. Monsters:Stardust dragon/assault mode3000atk/2500defAssault beast1900atk/1200defSpell/trap:Life points: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand5:Spoiler Hide [mirror force][assault beast] [Stardust/Assault mode] [Mystical space typhoon] [Majestic dragon] Graveyard: [Rose, warrior of revenge] [Gene warped war wolf] [Stardust dragon] [Assault mode activate] [Threatening roar] [/spoiler] I know this won't last long, but I activate my Draining Shield Trap card, allowing me to gain life points equal to your monsters attack points and then negate the attack! Stardust explodes into glittering light. The shield then explodes as well. Three thousand life points is far too much for you. I'll set a card down and end. Monsters:Stardust dragon/assault mode3000atk/2500defAssault beast1900atk/1200defSpell/trap:1-facedownLifepoints: 8000Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand4:Spoiler Hide [mirror force][assault beast] [Stardust/Assault mode] [Majestic dragon] face down-[Mystical space typhoon] Graveyard: [Rose, warrior of revenge] [Gene warped war wolf] [Stardust dragon] [Assault mode activate] [Threatening roar] [/spoiler] Ok, now this is getting tricky. At least I think I have a plan... I draw!(1d32)[4]Now I summon my Victoria to the field in attack mode! I then use her ability to special summon your own Stardust Dragon to my side of the field! You going to stop me? If you can't then I'll just power up Stardust Dragon. Get your dirty hands off him! Stardust assault explodes into the monsters face. Raroy shrugs. Only thing left to do is to attack. You fell into my trap! I activate my Herald of Orange Light's special ability, allowing me to discard it, along with my Dancing Fairy, to destroy your Stardust Assault for good! And since I have your Stardust Dragon, you don't get it back! Now then, Stardust Dragon, attack his Assault Beast! And Gelled, go retrieve me some life points by attacking directly! Next my Victoria seals the deal with another direct attack, taking over half of your life points away! Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Prime Material Dragon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Golden Ladybug 2. Guardian Angel Joan 3. Dancing Fairy XX Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Chaos-End Master 7. Chaos-End Master 8. Agent of Force-Mars 9. Agent of Justice-Saturn 10. Honest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 14. Airknight Pars hath 15. Airknight Pars hath 16. Victoria 17. Sanctuary in the Sky 18. Sanctuary in the Sky 19. Sanctuary in the Sky 20. Cestus of Darla 21. Level Limit Area - B 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Emergency Provisions 24. Gravity Bind 25. Draining Shield 26. Draining Shield 27. Mirror Force 28. Magic Cylinder 29. Heavy Storm 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Sebek's Blessing 32. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Draining Shield Herald of Orange Light Dancing Fairy Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Magic Cylinder Stats:11200 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|V’M|G|SD-|COD|-|F|-[/table]F=Macedon=Marshmallow DEF (500)G=Gelled ATK (2200)V=Victoria (Vendetta) ATK (1800)SD=Stardust Dragon ATK (2500)COD=Cetus of Darla (Gelled) *clap* *clap*Fantastic show. You just might win. You may also lose horribly but, let's focus on the bright side, yes? Draw:(1d40)[40]Reroll:(4d40)[15][22][12][20](69)There is always hope. I summon savior dragon! A pinkish tiny dragon flies in. I shouldn't have wasted my threatening roar. I put a card face down and end. Monsters:Savior dragon 0/0Spell/trap:1-facedown 2-facedownLifepoints: 2400Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand4:Spoiler Hide [mirror force] [Stardust/Assault mode] [Majestic dragon] [brain control] 1-facedown-[Mystical space typhoon] 2-facedown -threatening roar Graveyard:Spoiler Hide [Rose, warrior of revenge] [Gene warped war wolf] [Assault mode activate] [Threatening roar] [stardust assault] (1d31)[1]You know if you are setting a trap, why make it so obvious? A weak monster in attack mode and a face-down... I think I know what's going on. I draw! And I just drew your favorite monster. I activate the ability of my Golden Ladybug, giving me 500 more life points! I then sacrifice your Stardust Dragon for a monster in face-down defense position. Now, Gelled, attack! If that was successful, Victoria attack! I end my turn, regardless of success. Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Guardian Angel Joan 2. Dancing Fairy 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Chaos-End Master 5. Chaos-End Master 6. Agent of Force-Mars 7. Agent of Justice-Saturn 8. Honest 9. Gellenduo 10. Gellenduo 11. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 12. Airknight Pars hath 13. Airknight Pars hath 14. Victoria 15. Sanctuary in the Sky 16. Sanctuary in the Sky 17. Sanctuary in the Sky 18. Cestus of Darla 19. Level Limit Area - B 20. Emergency Provisions 21. Emergency Provisions 22. Gravity Bind 23. Draining Shield 24. Draining Shield 25. Mirror Force 26. Magic Cylinder 27. Heavy Storm 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Sebek's Blessing 30. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Draining Shield Herald of Orange Light Dancing Fairy Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Magic Cylinder Prime Material Dragon Stats:11700 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|V’M|G|F-|COD|-|F|-[/table]F=Macedon=Marshmallow DEF (500)G=Gelled ATK (2200)V=Victoria (Vendetta) ATK (1800)COD=Cetus of Darla (Gelled) Treating roar! Raroy stares at the ground helpless. I needed that stardust on the field...... Looks like I'm done for here. Draw:(1d40)[5]Reroll:(5d40)[21][9][1][24][7](62)I activate mystical space typhoon to destroy your face down! Now..... I put a monster in defense, switch majestic dragon to defense and put a card face down......end. Monsters:Savior dragon 0/0 FacedownSpell/trap:1-facedownLifepoints: 2400Deck:Spoiler Hide [1-2]Stardust xaiolongx2 [3-5]Majestic dragon x3 [6-8]Rose, warrior of revenge x3 [9]Level warrior x1 [10-11]QuillBot hedgehog x2 [12-14]Assault beast x3 [15-16]Assault Mercenary x2 [17]Plague spreader zombie [18-19]Gene warp war wolf x2 [20-21]Stardust assault x2 [22]Quick draw synchro [23]Mystical space typhoon [24]Heavy storm [25]Brain control [26-27]Foolish burial x2 [28]Mind control [29]Scapegoat [30-32]Assault mode activate x3 [33-34]Trap hole x2 [35]Solemn judgment [36-37]Dark bribe x2 [38]Mirror force [39-40]threatening roar x2 Extra deck Nitro warrior Turbo warrior Road warrior Black rose dragon Stardust dragon x3 Red dragon archfiend Thought ruler archfiend Ancient fairy dragon Bionic Ice dragon of barrier Ally of justice castigator Trident dragon Majestic star dragonx2 Hand4:Spoiler Hide [Stardust/Assault mode] [brain control] Monster face down- [level warrior] 1-facedown-[mirror force] Graveyard:Spoiler Hide [Rose, warrior of revenge] [Gene warped war wolf] [Assault mode activate] [Threatening roar] [stardust assault] [threatening roar] [Stardust dragon] Seems I was correct in my assumptions. Having Savior Dragon requires either Stardust Dragon or Red Dragon Archfiend and another monster to be on the field to pull out a beast of divine power. Good thing I have Knowledge (Card Effects). I draw!(1d30)[25]First, I'll use my Golden Ladybug's ability, gaining 500 Life Points. Then I flip up my face-down Prime Material Dragon and then activate my Victoria's ability, bringing to my side of the field Stardust Dragon! Now then, Stardust Dragon, attack your former master's face-down card! After that, my Victoria destroys your Divine Dragon. Next, my Gelled harvests 2200 more life points off of you. Finally, my Prime Dragon attacks you directly, destroying you! Nice duel, too bad for you, I had plans set in motion. Also, too bad I couldn't use my Sanctuary or my Agent of Force/Neo-Pars hath/Ancient Sacred Wyvern. That would have been fun. We should duel again sometime, you are by-far the most challenging duelist I've faced yet. (other than Blue Ghost, but he's an expert...) See you around! Also, if you had anything that could destroy me, Stardust would sacrifice itself to take it out, then my Gelled would destroy your face-down. If it couldn't be destroyed... then I would be screwed. But if it could, then my Victoria would destroy your Majestic Dragon and my Prime Material Dragon wipe you out exactly. Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Mirror Force Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Guardian Angel Joan 2. Dancing Fairy 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Chaos-End Master 5. Chaos-End Master 6. Agent of Force-Mars 7. Agent of Justice-Saturn 8. Honest 9. Gellenduo 10. Gellenduo 11. Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin 12. Airknight Pars hath 13. Airknight Pars hath 14. Victoria 15. Sanctuary in the Sky 16. Sanctuary in the Sky 17. Sanctuary in the Sky 18. Cestus of Darla 19. Level Limit Area - B 20. Emergency Provisions 21. Emergency Provisions 22. Gravity Bind 23. Draining Shield 24. Draining Shield 25. Magic Cylinder 26. Heavy Storm 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Sebek's Blessing 29. Sebek's Blessing Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Magical Android Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Ancient Sacred Wyvern Goya Guardian Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Avenging Knight Pars hath Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Golden Ladybug Draining Shield Herald of Orange Light Dancing Fairy Magic Cylinder Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Prime Material Dragon Stats:14400 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5SD|V’M|G|PMD-|COD|-|-|-[/table]PMD=Prime Material Dragon ATK (2400)M=Marshmallow DEF (500)G=Gelled ATK (2200)V=Victoria (Vendetta) ATK (1800)SD=Stardust Dragon ATK (2500)COD=Cetus of Darla (Gelled) Betrayed by my own masters? Must be a sign. Am I not good enough for you!? Fine! Raroy grabs his savior dragon and throws it at the Angel. It explodes in a ball of light. You've won this day, Seraph. But what have I won? I am lost, nothing left but dust. I am a fool. Raroy covers his face. I never even got to see his true form. When we meet again, you best duel as we did before. Good day. Raroy walks away.~~Anyway, the problem I see with my deck is that I mixed Savior Star Dragon and Stardust Assault together. Those cards can't support themselves too well all by themselves and require different way of getting to them. All in all? Bad deck synergy. It's a shame, I wanted my cake and eat it too. Why do you have the dragon summoning card? That really added insult to injury. Originally Posted by Early Why do you have the dragon summoning card? That really added insult to injury. Oh, that was for Alt aria. He has a dragon deck that humiliated me, so I decided sweet revenge would be good. Also, two on the field=Magician's Valkyrie/Marauding Captain lock.

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Sir Bedevere vs. Raroy|rating:3.0

A Twist of Fate l Private Vampire Rp

Plot: Its was a small town. Nothing every happened there that was not worthy until the local blood bank was broken into and high school girl volunteering that night went missing. In the time she spent with her kidnapper she found out that fact can be stranger then fiction. The fact of the matter was, that the boy that kidnapped her, on a whim, was a Vampire. Now this high school girl is the target of Demon attack and Undead love. Her life will never be normal again. Name: Edward Hull Age: 25 (When he was turned into a Vampire) Gender: Male Race: Vampire Appearance: Background Info:As a human Edward as a sickly boy. All of his life was lived from his bedroom. Even through his parents were the Lords of a small patch of land and had enough money to buy the best medicine for their son, He never seemed to get better. Unwilling to give into the Doctors ideas about the time it would take for Award to die. Lord and Lady Hull Spent every penny they took to see their son got the best education that money could buy, to ensure that when their son made it through this 'trying' time he would be well-prepared for the life of a nobleman in a nearby city. But the dear the Lady and Lord had been not to be. Edward grew weaker with every year that went by. By the time Edward had turned 25 he could barely walk. Seeing their son in this state fill the Lord and Lady with sadness. Lord Hull even toyed with the idea of killing his son to put him out of pain. It became a routine for the Lord to wake up in the middle of the night and check on his only son, to see if he was still living or not. This 'morbid duty' as the Lord thought of it was his and his alone to-do. For his wife and Pregnant with their second child need all the rest she could get. It was during on of these nightly check-ups that the Lord Found his son missing from the room. Rushing to the window He his son in the Rose garden in the arms of strange women that had an unnatural look about her. How and Why he went out into the Garden that night was for only Edward to know. When Both the Lord and his servants arrived at the Edwards side they found him dead. His body was pale and cold, there was deep bite and claw marks all over his body, but none of them where bleeding. It was like the body was drained of all his blood. Lord Hull look around for the lady he had seen But she was gone without a trace. The lord and Lady buried their son in a specially made mausoleum. Lord Hull never got a full nights sleep again. He rose Every night and paced around the castle. The state his son body was in when He had found him, left him in an uneasy state of mind. Something wasn't right and he could feel it. The night of the full moon marked one month since Edwards death. Lord Hull rode for the gave site alone and with a signal red rose to lay on his sons stone coffin. The Lord found the coffin open and empty. The Lord was shock and rod away from the grave as fast and he could. He told no one of what he had seen. Unable to help himself the Lord thought back to the empty coffin. Had grave robber stolen his sons body? Or did he in fact rise from the dead? Bio:Edward Hull had risen from the grave. As his father looked on with fear at the empty coffin, Edward was curled up on the floor just out of sight in the shadows. It had taken a month for his weak body to gain enough to move once again. Whatever that women did to him had changed him, for the better he thought. Edward soon found he was stronger, faster, and his sense had all become heightened. His appearance had also changed, hair becoming a silver-Grey, and eye turned a demonic Red. He could not go where he wanted and do anything he wished. As his adjusted to his new-found powers, Edward learn that Human food will only delay his hunger for a while, it will never stop it. Only By feeding on blood, the hungry will go away completely until the next time he needed to feed. Only at night, under a moon, can be walked around freely. Sunlight burns are pale skin. As he had seen from other Vampires If he stayed out in the sun for too long. His body could completely burst into flame and devolve to ash. He also learned that there were few things that could put an end it is immortal life. An object through his heart, and Sunlight were the big killer. Holly water, crosses and Garlic messed with his sense and burned the exposed skin it touched. He found out the hard way, that there are people in the world that make it their life's goal to hunt down monster like himself and slayer them. Vampire Hunter must be avoided at all costs. He knew that This was a hole new way of life and not following the rules that other Vampire had showed him, meant death. The only thing that didn't change at all was his personalty. Edward was still a fiery headed youth, who would never back down from something he knew was right. Unfortunately his temper was like his father and when he got made, he got mad in a big way. Easily side tracked, He would always stop to help out those who needed it. No matter what the cost was to him. In fact, he had lost a few jobs because he wasn't on time enough. His mother would have been both proud and ashamed at the same time. The fact that he could no longer see his parent hurt him the most, But Edward knew it would be better for both him and parents never to meet again. He did visit the family home a lot. Although it was at night while they all slept. Edward had not aged since his 'so called' death. But his parents had grown older, and he had seen his younger brother grow up before his very eyes. He would be a fine noble man. He was just as stubborn and kind-hearted as Edward is. His family dissevered some happiness in their lifetime. Edward felt that all the surfing he was feeling now, he deserved. The only reason he took that women offer to become a monster was because he was scared to die. He did want his life to end before he had a chance to live it. Name: Bella Corbin Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Caucasian Brief Description: Dark brown hair, cerulean blue eyes, slender build, some-what curvy, generally wears contacts, sometimes wears glasses Brief Bio: An honor student at her private school, Bella was adopted at birth. Her biological parents were never known, but it was always assumed that she came from a family who had naturally light skin, despite her dark hair. Rather the bookworm, Bella was always the strange one at school. However, this didn't discourage Bella. Instead, she put her time into helping the needy, donating her time and money to shelters, blood banks, food banks, libraries, community centers, etc. - a real good-doer, if you will, for she had nothing better to do with her time. But despite all of this, Bella lived with a secret. She hated the life she leads. She loved her work, her charity, and her books - but. Something was missing. She yearned to find out who her parents truly were, and she longed to truly belong. However, since she had tried to find her true parents and had failed, aside from learning her mother was in a terrible accident a couple of years after giving her up without ever giving her father's name, Bella had given up on trying to find her father, but not on a better life where she belonged. A social outcast - never going to parties, Bella could always be found with her nose stuck in a book or out by the sea just gazing, thinking, wondering what it would be like to feel wanted and accepted by those around her. Who knew she'd get that opportunity in her lifetime? She sure didn't..... It was the main storage room of all the Blood bag at the blood bank. A bloody hand print was left on the door knob. The night shift guard and administrator of the Bank lay on the floor in an unconscious slumber. The man who did this stood in front of an open freezer and pull out bag after bag of blood. Looking at the types and tossing them aside onto the floor. The boys actions became more hurried as he moved to the next freezer and repeated taking out the bags. In an annoyed tone of voice the boy snapped out "A, B, Ab... Where is all the O blood bags! It can't be that Rare of a blood type!" The boy moved to a freezer the was right next to the opened open door and looked inside and came face to face with the sight of A blood type Blood Bags. Edward was an odd vampire to say the least. A vampire that has lived since the 1700s. Fighting mythological creatures and humans alike. Nothing had ever impacted this man like the "Blood Killing" Virus by group of human scientists created at the Vampire's Slayer command. The Virus seeks out and kills any blood that is not original to the owners body. Which means a vampire infected with the 'BK' virus can no longer feed on any blood they like. They can only feed on their own blood type. Which for many vampire means a slow death by starvation. Edward is one of the many vampires who have come down with the virus. Now he can only feed on O type blood and that proves more of a challenge than he thought. Nowadays there is a shortage of O type blood. O blood is hard to find in hard cities and even harder to find in small towns like this one. In frustration Edward turned and slammed his fits into the metal table him. "I don't have time fore this!" Edwards Blood soaked side and shoulder make it clear why the boy needed blood so badly. He had been in a fight that night and had been hurt quite badly. Edward heard the door to the building open and shut. His pale while face showed how he felt. He was scared for his life. The women that had attacked him was still out their and most likely looking for him. He could hear 'her' walking down to hallway right now. He wasn't going to die this night. He grab a surgical scalpel and wait to see who would walk past the door. At the first sight of his enemy he was ready to strike. Tonight was another typical Friday night for Bella Corbin - went to school, came home unnoticed, at dinner with her ever encouraging parents, ran a few errands for them, and finally came to her late night job at the Blood Bank. Here, she ran the phones and took care of getting the proper type of blood as well as the amount needed for each hospital and sent them on the delivery trucks. This was her favorite part of her community service - being able to help those and, hopefully, save lives with her work. And, with her blood being O, it was pretty handy to have her on staff in cases of emergencies when they ran out of that type of blood. However, when she was walking down the hall towards her desk, Bella notices a door ajar. 'Curious... The door to the blood safes is open. I wonder if Beth is here ahead of me tonight.' Bella thought to herself before looking at her watch. 'Hmm... it's too early for her to be here though. I wonder if one of the other staff members is running late.' When she reached the door, Bella looked inside and noticed so much askew. And a boy. No, a man. He looked to be in his early twenties, a few years older than Bella. Seeing him with the scalpel, Bella's eyes grew wide, though she couldn't speak. Her messenger back falling from her shoulder, Bella unconsciously began backing away until she felt the cold wall behind her and slid down to the floor in shock. 'RETURN!!!' her brain screamed at her, and she tried to get up. But the shock was taking over her system and all she could do was stare at the bloodied man before her. Blood. The man was wounded! No wonder he had the scalpel! Perhaps he wasn't going to kill her! Taking a deep breath, Bella called out to the man, "Sir? D-d-d-do you need some h-help?" Edward walked out of the shadows. He had nothing to fear... At least not yet. The noise he had heard came for this 'normal' human. The harsh lighting in the hallway gave the young man an evil look. With a small twist of his hand the scalpel sparkled violently." Do not scream or call for help. I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason too. But you can be sure that I am a person that is capable of killing, and I can make it look like an accident too"Edward wasn't playing around. He wasn't going to take any chances this night. Walking over to the window he looks out and saw all sorta of people walking down the main street in the town. Some looked like they were on a date others looked like they were buying things for a late dinner. He didn't see the girl that had been chasing him for the better part of the hour." I want you to listen to me and listen good. If you try and run I will hunt you down. It won't be hard for me because I know what you look like and this is a small town.... I need you to lock all the doors in this place and shut off every light. I want this place to look dark and like there is no one home." Edward turned and looked the girl up and down. She looked scared out of her mind. He did feel bad that he was holding her against her will, but if the police got involved in his private battle all hell would break loose. He walked back over girl and garbed her arm pulling her to her feet." I want all that done as fast as you can... Also, if you have a flashlight bring it back to me. I will be waiting at the front desk for you to return." Bella nodded silently before taking a deep breath and doing as she was told, beginning with the upstairs and working her way down. It unnerved Bella, to find herself alone with a strange man who was not only threatening her, but was wounded and possibly dying. She had such a want to help him. Yet. She felt herself being drawn to the other option simply for the fact that if she helped him, he could violate her and no one would no it. That, above all else, scared Bella to the core. Grabbing a flashlight before turning off all the lights on the main level, where the man was, Bella locked all the exits; including the door to the basement, where all the delivery trucks came for their shipments, that could be gotten into from the outside. That is, if someone broke the padlocks or somehow got the electronic doors pried open. Turning on the flashlight when the lights were off, Bella picked up her messenger bag, slung it over her shoulder, and made her way to the front desk. Handing him the flashlight, Bella inquired softly, "Sir. You're bleeding. Is there something I can do to help bandage your wounds? Why is it you wish for the lights to be off? What is it you're planning to do with me?" Bella almost whispered as she looked up into his cold eyes, fear slightly showing in her own features. The idea that this little girl was still brave enough to talk amused Edward. Although her questions were slightly simple-minded, but they were the questions any human would ask giver their situation. He had head there question a thousand time before. What is going on? Why are you doing what you're doing? What are you running from? Everything a human got caught up in his business that all he would hear. Edward even gave up explaining the situation the humans he came in contact with. Seeing no reason to talk with his would be food. But the human girl had brought up a good point. His wounds were still bleeding, and the blood had left a trail on the nice clean floor. This night was just starting, and he was already over his head. Well at least me had entertainment. Edward turned to the high school girl and pulled her in a hug with his free hand. His deep coal blue eye looked into her and an evil toothy grin flashed across his face"What do you want me to do with you? I am at your command my princess. I am happy to see you concerned about my health. It won't be long before I let you free and leave this place. But please bear with me. An evil women wish to see me dead and that is why I am hiding in this place with the lights off... Since we are alone right now and it's dark... why don't we have some fun?" "F-Fun?" Bella's cheeks filled with a deep scarlet as she started to struggle out of his embrace, realizing his intentions, "Please... Don't. Y-You aren't in any condition, after all. You will only open your wounds more," Bella tried to reason as she looked up into his eyes, "I beg of you. Don't do this. Please, I will give you whatever you wish, just let me go unharmed. Please." A complete virgin, Bella didn't want her first time to be forced and with a man she did not know or love. Her parents. They would be disgusted and devastated that she let this happen to her. It was all her fault that she had gotten into this mess. And when faced with what could have been, death, as opposed to what is now, intercourse, Bella would gladly choose death. "Let me treat your wounds instead," Bella added softly, thinking on her feet - anything to keep him from forcing himself upon her, "They must hurt terribly." Edward let out a deep laugh. No matter now many times he pulled that same trick the reason of the girl never got off. The blush on her face told him everything he needs to know. She was innocent and most likely never thought a bad thought in her life. The idea of being all alone with a man was new to her. In truth Edward did want to anything to the girl. He just wanted to mess with her head. Corrupting innocence was always something fun for him to do. Once again the human girl had mentioned his injuries. I guess having someone take a look at the bullet wounds would be a smart thing. He didn't know how long he would have to last before he could find the type of blood he needed." If you insist on tending to the wounds then I will let you... But don't try anything." Edward back away from the girl and put both the flashlight and the scalpel on the front desk. He didn't care of the girl watched as he undressed. He had grown out of the shyness long ago. His upper body looked like something out of a TV add. Holding his bloody shirt in his hands Edward could see that his wounds had finally stop bleeding. Although he was unsure if the bleeding had stopped on its own, or he had just run out of blood to bleed. In a more clam and relaxed voice Edward asked "Where do you want to do this?" "I-I promise. I won't try anything," Bella whispered as she blushed an even deeper shade of scarlet and took the shirt. "F-Follow me, I will soak this for you and try and get as much blood out as I can," she added in a semi-louder tone. Taking the flashlight and scalpel, Bella led the wounded man down the hallway and into a room they used to take blood from donors. Taking out a basin, Bella filled it with hot water and added detergent. Scrubbing the detergent in, Bella put the shirt back under the water to soak before washing her hands and sterilizing the utensils she found in a drawer, along with the scalpel. "Would you rather sit or stand?" Bella inquired as she slipped on a pair of gloves and an apron, not daring to look at him more than she had to for fear of blushing as red as a fire hydrant. Edward looked out the window. There was no one walking around on the side of the building. Which was good and bad. His attacker was out there he knew that, but what she was doing and where she was hiding was a mystery to him. As long as she didn't find him he would be found. Movement to the right of the window caught his eyes. All he saw was a shadow that looked like a large dog." A stray?" he grunted to himself before closing the blinds and plunging the room into total darkness. Edward then sat himself on a table. The darkness was nothing to someone like him." Can you work like this?" he asked "I don't want the window open, people can see in and that is something that I don't want right now. Sorry" Bella nodded as she picked up the flashlight and carried the tray of tools over to bench and set them down. "Yes, I can. You will have to hold the flashlight after I've looked over the wounds, however. How did you get these wounds? They look like gunshot wounds. But they've gone clear through your body... I daresay they can't be because you're still walking and ordering me about," Bella added as she handed the flashlight to him at a specific angle, "Keep it here please, so that I may clean your chest and abdomen before cleaning your back and bandaging you up." With that said, once he had taken the flashlight, Bella picked up the tweezers, grabbed a cotton swab, and soaked it in a cleaning fluid to clean and sanitize the wounds as well get the blood off of his torso. Beginning her work, Bella inquired softly, "So how did this happen to you? You look like you've lost a lot of blood. Do you know your blood type? I'll need to get an IV started to keep you from dying due to lack of blood." The park fight came back to Edward as the girl work. He had made the mistake of attacking the wrong girl for food. She turned out to be a Vampire hunter passing through the town. The bullet wound in his gut came from the front as he pinned his soon-to-be victim to the ground. The shot in his shoulder came from the back as Edward ran from the hunter after noting is mistake." I have a habit of living through things that normal people can't. Do not bother with the IV I don't need it" he chuckled out. It was good news that the bullets were no longer in his body. He didn't want the make the girl pull them out."That's not surprise here. I spend the better part of the last hour running through the streets trying to lose the crazy chick that was following me. Girls don't give up easily. I won't be staying here much longer anyway... I have to leave this building before morning, or I will be stuck in this place until tomorrow night... Let me ask you a question now. I threaten your life, and you still insist on helping me out even thought I never asked for the help, why?" "Sir, please, you need blood. What is your type? As for why I wish to help you... Despite you threatening me and saying you would force yourself upon me, you are still wounded, and I cannot bear to see you die and get infection if I can somehow stop it. Surely you just acted in such a manner in order to simply get me to do as you asked, correct? Come, let me treat your wounds and make no more threats. If you are to leave tonight, you need blood and these wounds cauterized and bandaged. My cleaning them is making them bleed again." Bella whispered as she finished cleaning his front and began cleaning his back where the bullets had come out. "Why did you not go to a hospital? Why an empty blood bank? Surely they would have done a better job than I," Bella added with a blush. His bare skin no longer brought the blush to her cheeks, not as much that is, for she had gotten used to the sight of it in her focus on cleaning his wounds. Finishing cleaning his torso, Bella returned to stand before him as she took off the gloves and set all the utensils upon the tray. "Do you wish for me to cauterize them or simply patch them and bandage you up?" this girl was something else, that was for sure. Edward has never meet anyone that was so calm under presser. But the girl was right, he only said what he had said to get to do what he wanted. He never wanted to hurt her or anyone else for that matter. He was just glade that no one else came into the building was a blessing yet was a blessing."if you insist on giving me an IV, make her the blood is O... and just put a bandage over the cuts, I don't need anything else, if you're going to give me blood. I didn't go to a hospital because this place was closer, and it looked closed. I did want to get and humans invoked in my fight, It's too much of a chore to look after them..." Edwards face went blank when he noted his wording mistake. He had gotten so use to talking about humans like they were a completely different creature it was getting harder and harder to hold his tongue while talking to one. He hoped his little 'human' blurb went UN noticed by the high school girl. "Ah yes, we humans are a chore. Wounded so easily," Bella said with a wink, believing he was talking about himself being wounded, not that he was talking about humans being a different species. Sighing, Bella looked up at him, "As for the blood, we have none left. I came in early tonight to help restock the O supply. If you can wait, I can get the machine going and get a packet filled, but you will need to wait and not move. If you keep moving your wounds are never going to heal," Bella chided as she began patching up the wounds and bandaging his torso so that the patches remained tight against his wounds front and back. Edward Stop is twitching as she spoke to him. The sound of her voice relaxing his mind. It was at this time her words clicked in his mind. O blood, They there out and that was why he couldn't find any in the coolers. Edward's head snap up, and he looked the high school girl in the eyes." You mean that there are people coming into this place to donate O blood?" Edward took hold of her arm with a tight grip and pulled the girl close. "When are they going to be here?" "N-N-N-N-No, not tonight, TH-th-they're not coming in until morning. I have O blood, s-s-so I came in before my shift to fill a p-p-pouch with two, depending on how much I can donate without losing too much b-b-blood; just in case we need them tonight. We sent out the l-l-l-last shipments of O blood to the hospitals today. Please, y-y-you're hurting my arm," Bella stammered as she looked up into the man's eyes. Edward pulled her close, holding her so she couldn't move away. "Then I am a lucky guy. you're just the type I have been looking for all night"Without another word Edward lowered his head and licked her neck. Her skin was soft and warm. HE hated to bite into it. But his body needed and wanted it. He adjusted his arms so that he hugged her, rather than held her in place. His White fangs finally showed themselves. He brushed then lightly over the spot he wanted to bite. With a soft voice he "don't move, or it will hurt." Bella felt something sharp against her neck but never in her wildest dreams thought it could be what it truly was. She thought it was a needle of some sort to drug her. "P-P-P-Please... W-W-W-What are you going to d-d-do with me? I-If you just. If you just l-let me hook up to the machine, I can start an IV. I will willingly give my blood, please don't drug me and kill me," Bella whispered as her eyes closed tight, and she bit her lower lip out of fear. Edward pushed the girl away. And jumped off of the table he sat on. "Sorry" he gruffly snap out. His eyes darted around the room looking for any little thing he could use to break the silence that settled in the room. It had been a long time since Edward had found himself unable to finished off a victim. He thought hard about what had stopped him from carrying out the final blow, but couldn't come up with a signal answer. Without turning to look at the girl be said "I want you to leave right away. I don't want to see your face again... I don't know what will happen if we meet again." After stumbling back into the counter, Bella sank to the floor, her bottom hitting hard against the tiled floor as she leaned forward onto her hands and tried to catch her breath. "What. The hell. Is wrong with you?!" Bella blurted out as she stared at the floor, shock finally leaving her as she rambled, "You come in here, try and rape me, then send me on errands. I clean your wounds, you try and drug me and kill me! "What the hell is wrong with you? Someone in your condition should be grateful I'm even willing to help you! There are not many others who would be so kind to someone who acted so very ungentlemanly. "Now, will you quit being so rude and grabbing me and throwing me around? It hurts, you know." Bella finished before leaning back and covering her mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean." Bella whispered as she looked up at the strange man with fear in her eyes. Edward saw a shadow move swiftly outside the window. Without a word he pulled the girl up from the ground and pushed her behind him. A large fur covered hand burst through the wall where the young girl had been sitting just seconds ago. Edward watched with fear as the hand ripped large pieces of the wall away making the small hole bigger. Little by little a human looking wolf appeared through the hole. It growled out loudly as it tried to grab hold of the people with in the room. Edward took a step back bringing the young girl with him as he moved"The witch didn't even try and use the door" Edward grunted out in annoyance. He glanced back at Bella. He could use her as detraction for the werewolf, escaping from the building as the beast started to eat her whole. But he felt bad leaving her behind. She had gone out of her way to take care of his wounds. It is only right for him to save her from the werewolf know. In an odd clam voice Edward said "What your name? I am Edward Hull" Bella stared wide-eyed at the creature before them, her eyes going between Edward Hull and the creature, wondering why he was not frightened of a creature from a storybook turned real. "B-B-B. B-B. B-B-Bella, Bella Corbin. Though I hardly think this is the time for introductions," Bella managed to finally say as her hands rested on his bare back, for the gloves had been removed after she was done bandaging his wounds. Out of fear, Bella had instinctively moved closer to the man for at the moment, he was less of a threat. As her fingertips touched the bare skin, however, Bella immediately stepped back and backed up into the tray of tools, causing a clatter and one of them to cut her thigh as it clamored down. It wasn't anything more than a scratch, but a small bubble of blood reached the surface. No more, no less. Bella herself did not even now she had been cut, nor did she feel the scratch. Her eyes were too focused on the creature slowly moving towards them. The werewolf had made a hole large enough for his body to fit through. It lunged at the two helpless people, but the stupid dog foot got caught on the edge of the hole, and it tumbled to the floor. Edward turned and bolted into the hallways, picking up Bella as he went"Well Bella..." Edward in a rushed voice as he held the door to the blood room closed. "I need you to run. Get out of here as fast as you can. Go somewhere safe, but now home. These mutts can track you anywhere once they know the scent of your blood. And I dare say, you have cut yourself and trust be you don't want to be around that thing when it gets hungry. For that matter you don't want to be around me either, because I am hungry too." The door jumped open for a second as the glaring eyes of the werewolf within the room came into view. Edward slammed the door shut with an angry shout. He was getting a little fed up with having to worry about this beast trying to eat him for dinner. Edward up the night guards flashlight off the floor and jammed it behind the door handle to the werewolf had a could no longer turn the knob. Edward backed away from the door and sighed. "That should stall that monster for a moment or two. Most werewolf are as very stupid, driven only by instinct." Edward mumbled to himself. He turned to Bella. The girl to scared out of her mind, and he could not blame her for that. There are just some things humans are not meant to see in their life times. "Bella." Edward said in a softer tone of voice "IF you're going to leave, Leave through a back entrance. The werewolf will, most likely, be stalking the front one" Bella blinked at the man before her. Was he serious? Did he just say he was hungry for flesh too? Or did he mean the blood? This night was just getting curio user and curio user. First a human barges in and tries to kill her. Then a monster from a fable attacks them and chases them. Now the human turns out to be a vampire? This was insane! "I'm dreaming. I must have fallen and bumped my head. Yes, that's it. This is just a nightmare." Sinking to the floor, Bella pulled her knees close and pinched her thigh. Nothing happened. Why wasn't she waking up? She pinched her arm. Still nothing. "E-E-Edward? Th-Th-This isn't a dream. Is it." Bella whispered as she looked up at the man before her, "But. How? I mean, werewolves? They're just fables in a fairy tale serving as fearsome ghouls to scare children on Halloween. And you. You're a vampire, am I right? This night just keeps getting better and better! I have a psycho who's dressed as a werewolf coming after us and I have a psycho who thinks he's a vampire in the same room with me. I think given the two? Furthermore, I'll stay with you, thank you. There's no way on Earth I can outrun him... He's too strong and too fast. At least with you, I know I'm safer than if I were to get caught by him. "Besides, I cannot just leave a wounded man here alone. I could never forgive myself if I just left you defenseless like this." Bella whispered softly as she tried to compose herself after her emotional outburst, "Look. Even if I were to run, if I can't go home I have nowhere to go. What am I to do? Hide out in the woods in the trees where other men can prey on me too? Given the circumstances, and given my slim chances, I think I'll take my chance with you since I at least know you are less of a threat than he is. "After all, if you had wanted to have your way with me or murder me, you would have done so by now. And if you wanted me dead, you would have left me to that monster out there rather than saved me and brought me here at the risk of your life, right?" Bella inquired softly as she looked up at the man before her, shock and fear coating her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves and pounding heart. Edward knelt down in front of the human girl. The looked of fear on her face made him slightly happy. She knew that it was no dream. Most human had long since forgotten that they shared the world with magical creatures that staked the shadows. It had been close to 600 years since Edward last had the chance to show this dark world to a human. It was safe to say this Vampire was enjoying every moment that human in front of him was scared for her life. His voice was soft. "Bella, I gave you the change to run, and you turned it down. I can't tell you how happy this makes me." Edward reached out his hand and gently held onto her chin so she could not look away. Edward noted the sound of cracking wood behind him. The door would not hold much longer, so he would have to his words short and to the point. "Because this not a dream and I am a Vampire. I will be honest with you. The only reason why I saved you was because you help treat me wounds. I will keep you safe this night... but when the sun comes up, all bets are off.... I will most likely turn you into my next meal, since you have the blood I need to feed off of." Edward flashed a toothy smile. His long white fangs shimmered in the moon light that came through the open windows of the hallway. Proof the was what he told me was "... So enjoy your last few hours of life." Bella's eyes grew wide as she unconsciously held her breath in shock. "Y-Y-You're not kidding... are you... Why do you not just kill me now then if you're so sure you're going to kill me comes first light?" Bella whispered softly as she looked up at Edward, her eyes flickering to the flying wood and splinters from the door behind them before looking back at Edward's fangs, unable to take her eyes off his toothy smile. There were three scenarios: 1. The fangs were professionally done, and his teeth had been altered 2. He had perfect fake fangs 3. He was a vampire So either she was stuck with a psychotic man who was delusional, or she was stuck with a true vampire. Either way, she was going to die come morning and Bella wasn't too hopeful on the situation at hand... "I told you to run." Edward chuckled out. "Why do you think I said that? But, Don't worry If I kill you I will make it quick. After all you did help me out." Edward released her chin and look her hand. "Get up and Walk! We can't stay here." Edward did not wait for the human girl to react to his words. He lifted the girl into her arms and started to walk down the hallways. He never expected her to be able to think clearly after learning something to shocking. "Bella. Talk to me..." Edward whispered in her ear. Edward walked Faster toward the exit door at the end of the hallway. The growls and grunts of the werewolf were getting louder." Bella, Do you have any silver on you?" Edward no longer looked or sounded clam. He was worried. Edward had made it to the Exit door when the werewolf finally broke through the door. It slid across the hallway, claws screeching across the hard floor. Edward stopped in his tracks. He stared at a woman dressed in a long red dress, that stood outside the blood bank. Her long black hair and pale skin gave her a seductive look. Edward eyes grew wide as he walked the lady pace back and forth. She was waiting for Edward to walk out of the building. Closed in from behind and stopped a few fees short making sure there was no escape from behind. It was safe to say the Edward and Bella were now trapped with very few options for escape. Taking out her earrings, Bella handed them to Edward. "Sterling silver... It's all I have," Bella whispered as she looked up at the man before her, "Where are we going?" Catching his gaze, Bella saw a woman outside. Perhaps she could help her! Giving one last look at Edward, Bella darted out the door and ran towards the woman. "Please, you have to help me! There are two men in there who are quiet off the deep end. One thinks he's a werewolf and one thinks he's a vampire. Both want to kill me. Please, you have to help me and get away from here!" Bella managed to say quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Fixing her glasses, Bella looked up at the woman, fear clear in her eyes as she waited for the woman to speak. Edward looked down at small amount of silver that the girl had given him. It was not enough to kill the werewolf, but it was enough to stun him for a moment or two. Edward looked back to the girl he was protecting to give her a command, but saw that she was gone. "What?" He looked around only to find her running toward the women at side. It was the worst thing she could have done. The women were a vampire and a heartless one at that. Edward rushed out of the building. "Bella! Keep away from that Kathrine!" The women, Kathrine pulled Bella into her arm and with an evil smile showed her long white fangs. Her voice was thick with a British accent, although the women look to be from Japanese descent. "Are you two on the first name bases? How cute and here I thought that you wound never have a lover Edward." With a judgement filled eyes she looked the human girl over. "Not much to look at is she?" Edward glared at the women he took another step towards her only to be held back by the werewolf. Kathrine continued to talk as if the scene outside the blood bank was a normal one... and for her, it was. "You really should not have stepped on my toes, Edward dear. I told you to never enter this town and looked where you turn up. You're a Lap dog for the Slayer and I will not have you betraying our kind any longer. I can believe you soul your very soul to the humans!" The women's eyes fell to Bella "I could kill her now right in front of you. You know what I can do. Unlike you my bite is poisonous to humans... One little bite and the girl will die a slow death" Kathrine let out a chuckle, She was truly enjoying Edwards pain. Edward Snapped out "We aren't lovers. We just meet, and she is not worth killing!" Edward dropped his gaze and his voice became quiet. These were the hardest words he had ever spoken." Until tonight, she didn't even know that creatures like use even lived... Let her go and kill me in her place." Kathrine chuckled and through the human girl to the ground "Even after all these years of Death your still such a noble lord, aren't you Eddy." He walked over to Edward and placed a deep kiss on his lips. The action Even shocked Edward to his core. He shifted his eyes to Bella. He could not help but look at her, to see what she would do... "At-ta-ta-ta," Bella whispered as she brushed the dirt from her skinned elbow. Looking up, she saw Edward and the woman who was as psychotic as he was, kissing fully upon the mouth. Rolling her eyes, Bella sighed and slowly stood from the ground, many thoughts running through her mind. Why were they kissing when it seemed as if they hated each other? Why did Edward tell the woman to kill him instead of me? Why does the woman wish to kill either of us? I have never even seen her before this night. "I really shouldn't have come into work tonight," Bella whispered before looking up, her eyes catching Edward's. Gritting her teeth, Bella's mind raced through the possibilities. 1. They are been all basket-cases. 2. They were as they said and were truly mythical creatures. 3. Edward had never planned on killing her, despite what he had spouted. 4. The woman Edward called Katherine was Edward's lover and only threatened her out of jealousy, being of the possessive nature. 5. The woman truly planned on killing Edward. Either way, Bella, supposedly from what they were spouting, was going to die this night. Why not make it a fight? Better to go down with a struggle, than die timid and shy as she lived. "Hey! You there. Crow-face. I may not be much to look at, but I'm a hell of a lot prettier than you'll ever hope to be," Bella said through gritted teeth as she bent down and picked up a rock from the path beneath her feet. Tossing it in her hand once, Bella chucked it at the back of the woman's head. Turning on her heel, Bella pushed her glasses back into place as she darted down the path into the woods she grew up in, making up a plan as she darted in and around the trees.

A Twist of Fate l Private Vampire Rp|rating:3.0

The winter fest sacrifice. (Willow Rose & Pervy Sage)

Avaya-Rose awoke startled by the rooster's scream right by her window, yes the rooster screamed. After it had survived a fox attack the poor bird's vocals were damaged, but that did not stop it from performing its early morning duties, Ava wished they could just stuff it in a chicken pie, but it was the only rooster they had, and it had other duties to perform other than wake them so horrendously. The sun was gleaming through a crack in the curtains, throwing an array of colors on her bed from the stain glass windows. She groaned and turned away from the light, it was so early, and she just wanted to sleep some more, but yet again the rooster screamed and with a wild swing of her arm she tossed her pillow against the window from annoyance, the rooster clapping and flapping off the windowsill. She turned onto her back and rubbed over her eyes, getting rid of any sleep that may still linger there. Fall was almost to an end, and she could feel the chill in the air creeping in on them, she hated the winter, summer was her favorite and she already started to miss it. With a dramatic sigh she got out of bed and neatened it, she could hear her cousin cooking in the kitchen and the smell of sausage and fresh bread reached her petite nose and her mouth started to water. She rushed to the bathroom and found the wash tub had clean hot water in it, Maryam must have boiled water and left it for her to clean up before breakfast. Ava smiled fondly and made a point to mashup quickly so not to keep Maryam waiting and the breakfast to get cold. It had been a year since Ava lost her only parent to the plague, she had lived with him in a small fishing village down river from South Serene, where she was now living with her cousin, her only living family member. The fishing village had been a popular trading route by boat as the river met the ocean and was broad enough for large ships to travel up river, but after the plague hit the village people nearly all perished, including her family. She never knew her mother as she had died giving birth to her little brother that would have been two years younger than her, he too had died from the plague, she had been lucky not to have contracted the deadly disease, but how lucky were you to have been left an orphan after all. Maryam took her in, she was 42 years old and never married, she had lost he first child at birth and the man she loved had left her shortly after, and the heartache had been too much to bare, so she promised never to have her heart break like that again and had been on her own ever since, until now that is. Ava dressed in a sage green dress with white long sleeves and a twisted silver silk rope that she tied with a knot around her waist and left the ends to dangle from her hip. She wore her brown leather flats and took a seat in front of her vanity with a mirror and started to comb her wet, waist long wavy, chocolate brown hair. She braided two thin braids on either side of her temples and tied it with a ribbon behind her head to reveal her light crystal gray eyes and oval face. Her stomach rumbled slightly, and she got up and headed downstairs to the small but cozy kitchen. Maryam had just taken the scrambled eggs off the coal stove and set in on the table as Ava took her seat. "MMM, this smells delicious Maryam, you have out done yourself this time, even homemade bread, what is the occasion?" Ava asked stuffing a steaming piece of bread in her mouth. Maryam only smiling slightly made Ava furrow her brows, she noticed her cousin seemed like she was nervous about something, but she did not want to push too much and decided to leave it, she would talk to her when she was ready, it was an understanding they had with each other. Ava would not talk about the past easily for months after she moved in with Maryam and spent most of her time in her room alone, most times crying, then just staring into nothing as she tried to come to terms with her new reality. She had lost a lot of weight as she barely ate anything, but since about 6 months ago she had begun to pick her weight back up and build some muscle from the work she was doing around the house. South Serene was a farming community and many of the locals had their own farmland they specialized in with different crops, Maryam had wheat and chickens for eggs to sell and Ava had helped a lot around the farm and collecting eggs as well as maintain the horse's stables. Her cousin had 2 black working horses she used to pull the plow in the fields, and Ava had her own horse she had received from her father as a gift when she turned 21, she named him Starlight as he was as white as the brightest stars in the sky. Maryam had barely touched her food and Ava started to wonder what was eating at her, she could not think of anything that had happened to have upset her or scare her, was that what she was seeing in her cousin, fear? Ava's eyes lingered on her cousin a moment longer before she focused on her own plate of food. Halfway through breakfast Maryam sighed and put her cutlery down before looking up at Ava. "I need to tell you something." She announced and Ava could not help the knot that was starting to form in her stomach. "What?" Ava simply whispered not entirely sure if she wants to know. "Well, you know tomorrow is our annual winters fest…" Maryam said hesitantly, her gray stained brows knitted together, Ava nodded her head and waited for her to continue. "You see, here there is a sacrifice required at midnight." She continued, but Ava felt herself sigh with relief, she had an idea what this was about, and she simply smiled at her cousin. "You are afraid I won't be able to handle it, what, you think I'm too soft?" She asked mockingly. Maryam looked up astonished, she did not know that Ava knew about their custom, the fishing village she came from did not have these sacrifices, they were some of the few lucky ones. "Oh, ok well this makes it better to discuss I suppose, though I could probably understand why you feel comfortable with potentially leaving…" Maryam explained though still shocked. "Leave!" Ava interrupted, "You mean leave South Serene, why would I leave after watching the slaughter of a cow or goat for the festival, I mean it's not that bad, it can't be much worse than gutting salmon?" Ava exclaimed clearly confused about this conversation. "Oh, Jewish…" Maryam said realization sinking in, Ava had no clue what she was talking about, and the stone dropped right back into the pit of her stomach. "Ava, no, here it's not that kind of sacrifice…" She started but yet again was interrupted. "You mean they sacrifice humans to the Gods!" Ava exclaimed horror written all over her face. "No! Of course not, well not in the killing sense, it is a little more complicated than that." Maryam explained. "Ok this is going nowhere, what on earth are you on about?" "If you actually give me a chance to explain I will." She said looking sternly at Ava. "Fine, go ahead enlighten me." The wind rushed through Ava's hair, her eyes stung from the cold wind, and she could feel the freezing tears line the side of her face before being ripped from her cheeks into the air. She rode Starlight to his limit, her mind a mess and her heart shattered from the news her cousin delivered to her during breakfast. She could not believe what she had to go through, it was absurd, but there was no way out of this, she was 24 years old, she fell in the middle of the age group, and it was law in this village besides where was she going to go, she had no one left. Furthermore, she let her tears fall freely, she had not cried in six months and this had opened up her barely healed wound in her heart. Furthermore, she had to present herself at midnight tomorrow in a white sheer sleeveless dress that hung to her toes with no undergarments on and barefoot. Furthermore, she had to gather with all the other young women in the village aged 20 to 30 years, behind the village chapel in the clearing by the forest edge. The chapel was closest to the vast forest that stretched behind South Serene all the way into the distant mountains, on the opposite side was the river that snaked down from the mountain range that would eventually wash out to sea where Fort Field lies, Ava's birthplace. The sacrifice made meant that the village was protected from wild animals, thieves and murderers that operated at night, but in return the men responsible for their safety had to have the chance to choose a wife as payment. So each year the men would come during midnight on the night before a full moon to collect their chosen wives, their families would then be paid, and the girls would travel to where ever they lived never to return. Very few families would receive letters, but they would be very vague about their location and very few letters would be sent, it was a complete mystery to everyone in town except for the village priest and councilors. This ritual had been implemented for hundreds of years and everyone in the village would be excited about the festival, and a lot of girls looked forward to this event, in hopes of being chosen, others were not so thrilled about the idea, but they had been aware of this all their lives and had the chance to prepare themselves for when that day came. Ava had no idea and the shock was too great to process in one day, they did not have this at her hometown. She felt sorry for the girls whose parents groomed them to be perfect so they could only profit from their daughters. A law had to be implemented early on stating how many children was allowed per family, as some started to breed like rabbits and shipped the boys off and only kept the girls to be groomed for the offering. The information was too much it actually made Ava feel lightheaded, she had considered running away but again, where would she go, and who was to say the next village she resided in did not have the same customs… It was dark when Ava returned to her cousin's farm, she was cried out and bone tired. She led Starlight to his stable and brushed him down before adding fresh hay for him to eat and filled his water. She locked the stable door and headed back to the house. Furthermore, she could see candlelight through the kitchen window only and wondered if Maryam had gone to bed yet. Ava quietly entered the house, she peeked into the kitchen and saw it was empty, though a plate of food stood on the table for her, Maryam must have already had her dinner and gone to bed, but Ava was not hungry, she took the candle and headed upstairs where she passes her cousins bedroom door, it was open only with small crack and the room was dark, and she could hear her cousins deep slow breathing, she was asleep. Ava carefully walked towards her bedroom and closed her door softly not to wake Maryam. Ava noticed something on her bed and upon closer inspection she saw it was the white dress she had to wear for the ceremony tomorrow night, and she felt her heart sink, the dress was beautiful, but she could not help feeling hatred towards it, and she had half a mind to tilt the candle over the dress and burn it with the dripping candle wax, but she decided against it. She had made peace with the fact that she was cursed, she would probably be cursed for the rest of her life, she was dealt a bad hand by the Gods and her life thus far had proven it…​ Erik is the son of the former alpha and now the present alpha. His others' death was a little over 3 and a half years ago. The rank of alpha is not passed down but granted to the one that can lead the pack best. Normally it's the strongest wolf, but sometimes it's the wolf that can pull the pack together as a pack the best. There were others in the pack stronger than Erik, but not as clever or as fast as him. On the other hand, there were some that were more cleaver and faster than him but the one than he sealed the best at was his control over his change... Both into the wolf form, and controlling the beast form. This skill along with him being well above average for a wolf in how fast, cleaver, and power, is what made him the new alpha. With a sigh, Erik throws off the fur blanket that covered him and stood up from the bed. Slipping out of his undergarments he walked to the front door... Ok well calling it a door was a stretch as it was just some thick furs hanging over a door frame to make a cloth door. Taking a few steps out of his log ribbonlike house that was very rustic filling, he started to jog. Just as he got to running speed he jumped into the air and started to change. Most wolves took time to change and hardly any could change in the time it took to land a jump, but this is a large part of why he was alpha. Landing the jump on his front 2 pawls the back 2 soon followed what landed is a wolf that was 3 times the normal size of a wolf, with pitch black fur and one blue eye and one yellow. He streaked off into the darkness of the forest surrounding his village. Their village was built closely bound with the nature they lived in, with log houses with trees growing around them, people working and living off the land, simple windows, and no outer walls. The houses spaced out farther than most village houses would be. His people were fighters and always been fighters. Stronger than normal people due to the curse in their bloodline. They learn how to fight and hunt both in human form with axes and swords as well as bows, but also in their animal form where their true power is. This was the night before donning on a Mate Quest. A mate quest was not a true quest, but an arrangement made with a few nearby villages. Their clan the Brooke tribe protected these villages for a service or a fee. The fee may sound harsh but it benafishel to both the village and the tribe. Once a year on a set day all the eligible woman of age was to be offered in a choosing of his people. His people did not have the right to choose just anyone but only their mate. See wolves have what is called a than called imprinting. Imprinting is like love at first sight sort of thing, a bond that would have with the one he imprints on is almost as strong as the bond with the pack itself. It is uncommon for a wolf to imprint on someone, and some wolves never do falling in love... Others have fallen in love before and then found the person they imprinted on and would leave their love for them. The mate quest was just one of the reasons Erik could not sleep tonight. The other main reason is that the full moon was nearing, 2 nights away, and he along with other wolves could feel the power of the moon already... No, it would not force the change now, but for the pack, they could feel its energy. As he ran to throw the forest voices flowed into his head." Is something wrong?" This was the voice of Jack, one of the wolves on watch." Do we need to sound an alarm?" Sam the other wolf on watch asked. Erik laughed in his mind where the others could hear." No...no, I just need to burn off some energy and could not sleep." He ran as fast as he could for a few hours, donning laps around the village slightly farther out than the guards on watch did. One than that almost all wolves loved was the fill of the wind blowing against their fir as they ran and the ground moving under their pawls. Starting to pant some as he grew tired from running at such a fast pace he slowed to a stop in a clearing on a hill. Flopping down on the soft cool grass he rolled on his back and shifted back into human form. This shift was slower than was due to him being winded at the moment. Laying on his back his semi-long slightly wave black hair clinging to his moist body. He stayed there for an hour or so looking up at the night sky, viewing the stars and the cursed moon..."2 more nights and I will be forced to change into a monster. " He spoke in a whisper to himself. After a few more moments he sighed and pushed himself up off the ground. "It will be morning before long, I should get back to the village. Taking a well-worn trail from this hilltop meadow he walks naked slowly down the path back to the village, his large feet enjoying the soft cold dirt beneath them. It took a good 20 minutes to make it back to the village and another 5 to make it to his house. No one was out and about yet at this time of night but even still he did not seem the least bit worried he had walked throw part of the village make or for that matter a path in the woods. Aside from the few humans that were imprinted on and lived with them, everyone had seen just about everyone naked before or after a change, so there was nothing to be shameful about. Wiping his feet off on a fur mat outside his door before he entered his home, once he was in he saw the fire in his fireplace was all but amber snow and picked up two small logs from a pile near the fireplace and gently laid them down on the bed of coals. Binding down he gently blew into the coals a few times to fan them into a small flame to check the wood on the fire. Standing back up he moved to the right side of the room from her to a table that held a pitcher of clean water. First, he poured about half a class into a hand-carved wooden cup and walked over to a basin pouring the rest of it into it. After setting back down the pitcher he drank the cup of water and then went and washed up using the water in the basin and a clean cloth... Once done he moved to the bed and slipped into its embrace to try to get a few hours of rest. Once again Avaya had been awoken by the roosters bloodcurdling scream before dawn. It was as if it was singing a special song of doom to her, a song that would be sealing her fate. She groaned and turn to Barry her face in her down pillow and screamed on the top of her voice, joining in on the rooster's dooms day song. She already hated the day and the sun had not even yet poked its head out from behind the mountains. Furthermore, she did not sleep well at all, having one nightmare after the other, dreaming of an old grumpy man choosing her to be his wife and snatching her away in a burlap sack forcing her to kiss him, she swore she still felt his dirty wet mustache scrape her soft skin and she instinctively wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, thank goodness it had only been a dream… Ava stayed in bed till nearly noon, she refused to get out of bed even after Maryam tried to get her to come down for breakfast, she had not eaten dinner and now refused to have breakfast, her stomach did complain, but Ava could not bare the thought of food over her lips, not with the gloomy day hovering over her head. She understood that she may not be chosen at all, but why would luck suddenly be on her side now, after everything she had been through already in life, and she could not decide what would be worse, being chosen tonight, or not being chosen and having to feel this dread for each year there after she has to gather with the women of age, wondering if this year will be the year she would be taken away from her last remaining family. She finally managed to slither out of bed, only because her body started to ache form being in bed so long. Furthermore, she rinsed her face with the cold water that was on her wash table and dried her face with a clean cloth. Her eyes looked sunken in slightly from the dark circles that was forming under her eyes from the terrible night she had. She sighed and got dressed to go out with her horse, she did not want to be in town listening to how happy and excited people were for the festival that would be starting at dusk, she probably would smack the first girl who might mention how they were looking forward to being chosen over the head for being stupid or rather insane. Starlight was grazing in the meadow up a small hill where Avaya stopped at and was laying in the tall grass on her back and looked up at the clouds. She wished she could be at this moment forever, at peace listening to the birds sing, insects whisper and the smell of the earth filling her every breath. If she had to choose to be any animal, she would choose to be an eagle, to soar high above the sky and look upon the world below, out of reach of anyone or anything that could harm or destroy her. She Stayed in the meadow till the stars started to reveal themselves and the near full moon began to poke its head out. The sky was clear, the earlier clouds now gone, swept away by the soft breeze and the stars seemed to portray all the joy in the world. She reluctantly got up and walked over to her horse grazing on the sweet tall grass and hopped on his back, she turned him in the direction of the village and could see it glow softly with all the candlelights in the houses blinking through the windows, there were a lot of light particularly by the town hall with candles lighting up the pathway towards it all set up for the festival. She did not rush back with Starlight a rather walked him back to the village and by the time she arrived she could hear music coming from the town hall with chattering and singing people all in a jolly mood, Ava at that moment never felt so alone. Furthermore, she entered the house after making Starlight comfortable for the night in his stable and was surprised to find her cousin there, she was sitting alone in the kitchen and looked worried, but her face changed to relief when she looked up into Ava's crystal gray eyes. "There you are, I was so worried, thought you had taken off." Maryam said a little out of breath as she suddenly stood up and rushed towards Ava. "I did consider it, but I have now were to go, and what if the next town has the same customs, I can't run for the rest of my life, I just have to get through tonight, maybe I won't be taken tonight then I get another year to spend with you." Avaya said a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Maryam pulled her into a big hug muttering "maybe" under her breath while holding onto Ava tightly like she was afraid she might disappear into thin air. "Come I have readied you your bath and left you something special on the edge of the tub." Maryam said releasing Ava and ushering her up the stairs. "I will do your hair when you're done." She added before heading back downstairs. Avaya soaked in the hot bath, she had drizzled the oat-milk and honey elixir that her cousin got her, and it smelled amazing, she could feel how soft her skin had become, and the scent lingered on her body when she finally got out and dried herself off. Maryam brushed Ava's waist long hair out until it was dry and as soft as silk and shined in the light, her dark curls laying perfectly against her back. It was close to midnight and the moon almost reached its peak, Ava stood and looked at the ghostly dress she had to wear, it was white and long, semi sheer and soft with a V neckline and thin straps over the shoulder. She slipped out of her robe and climbed into the dress she would be standing in the clearing with in a few minutes, the dress was a little shapeless, but it highlighted her curves in just the right places. She had been instructed to wear her hair untied, and have no undergarments on or any shoes, and she could see her silhouette through the sheerness of the dress in her vanity mirror as the light shone through the dress, and she instinctively wrapped her arms over her chest as she felt utterly exposed. Quarter to twelve Avaya stood in a circle with many other young women in the clearing behind the towns church, the councilors walked past each of them and tied a white blindfold made from silk around each of their heads and pulled it over their eyes. Ava listened to the crickets orchestra and the soft breeze ruffling the trees leaves and tall grass surrounding them, the cool air giving her goosebumps and she could feel her nipples hardening and pressing against the soft material of her dress, she once again folded her arms over her chest, jumping slightly when one of the councilors pulled her arms down to her sides before blindfolding her. "Keep them there." His voice sounded next to her ear before he stepped away from her. "Tonight the chosen ones will bring great pride to our community and your sacrifice will not be in vain, don't disappoint us ladies." The priests voice came from the middle of the circle loud and clear. Blinded Ava relied purely on her hearing and she was surprised to hear the priest and his councilors retreating up the path towards the rest of the festivities, leaving the women vulnerable and all alone. They were close to the vast forest edge, and she could not believe they would leave them unprotected, there were wild animals in the woods and they were sitting ducks. The sounds of the insects of the night suddenly quieted down, a swift breeze swept over the group of women and Ava wrapped her arms around her chest, knowing very well she was going against what she had been told, but she did not care, they were not there anyway so the hell with them, they were not standing there in the middle of the night practically naked. Her heart raced when she heard wolves howling in the distance and some of the women yelped and whispered under their breaths. So this was it then, she would be devoured by wild wolves before getting the chance to maybe be chosen my a man, just her luck she though. Her heart jumped into her throat when she heard rustling noises and twigs snapping coming from the forest edge, goodbye cruel world she thought sarcastically. She listened to footsteps moving closer to the group of women, some girls gasped in surprise and others squealed in joy. What was going on, she thought, and then it clicked when she heard a man's voice on the far side of the circle say, "Mine." It was happening, the men had arrived and was going through the group. Ava felt very exposed and pulled her long hair to the front of her body and wrapped her arms tighter around her small frame, knowing full on what the men would be able to see beneath, from the bright moonlight that shone down on them, illuminating their shadowy figures underneath the dresses. She heard a few men walking past her, and she was not sure if she heard it correctly, but it almost sounded like they were sniffing the surrounding air before moving on, but it could also be from the cool air that just made their noses a bit runny she thought. With each man passing her, her hopes lifted as she thought that she may just walk away from here back to her cousin's house when the night was over, until she heard footsteps come to a halt in front of her, and they did not move on…​ The Beta entered his chambers around 10 am to see what was up with Erik. It was not considered rude for one of the higher ranks to walk in unannounced like this if they had a reason to. "Alpha are you well?" He asked as Erik was normally up early and today was an important day for the pack. Erik pushed his head up from his pillow and looked over at his Beta, still stripped naked from his late-night run and his long messy bangs covered part of his face. Letting off a groan" I'm fine just was restless last night and went on a run." His hand moved to pull back the long strands of hair covering his face." Give me a few moments and ill join you outside. Watching the Beta leave he flopped his head down on his pillow once more and groaned." Well time to get up then" he spoke quietly to himself and pushed himself up. Making his way to the base of water he washed in last night he bent over and slammed his face into the cold water and held it under for a long moment before pulling it out and taking a nice long breath of air... Shaking his head some side to side to sling some water out of his face before he grabbed a towel to dry off better. Cool drips of water ran down his neck and chest that he simply ignored and moved to the bed. Sitting down he slipped into his underpants and leather pants. Grabbing his leather belt hanging over the leg of his bed he slipped that on around his pants as well. Lastly he slipped on his thick leather boots. Standing back up he left his home and then looked around before looking up into the bright sky. It looked like it would be a pleasant day he thought before spotting his beta approaching him. "Have you decided who is staying and who going yet Alpha?"... "I have. I wish to leave half the wolves here Along with you and are lead warriors this time. Everyone who has a mate or has been bound will stay, and select the others out of the rest. " But sir..." " No buts! The vampires over the years figured out when we were at our weakest and this is the farthest village away from our home. I need people I can trust to protect others while I'm gone this is not a punishment. We will send an advanced team of 3 warriors and 1 hunter on hours back to leave in a house time on hours back. They will carry are supplies with them so we can dress once we arrive, and so we can dress any bonds we find. Have them either hunt or bring food supplied for humans as they may need some for the travel home. " His decision was not going to be a popular one deciding in half like then meaning not everyone got to go, but it was a wise one... Last year this time they lost 2 wolves due to a small attack on the village when they went out... The day moved on and the advance team left as planned, but soon night started to come and the group of men leaving soon shifted into their wolf form and met at the edge of the forest where the alpha showed from. Being almost twice the size of normal wolves they could run almost twice as fast. Some of the hunters could run faster than others could, but that was more like a skill than a supernatural than. 23 wolves would follow their Alpha in this run tonight to what the humans named as the winter fest sacrifice. The wolf just saw it as a courtship of a sort, as a way to find their true soul mate and in return, they guarded the city. It took the wolves over 4 hours to reach the advance team's camp a mile or so out in the woods. They shifted to human forms and got dressed in their normal leather and fur clothing. Some of the wolves full of excitement howled out a few times before they changed. Erik and the others soon made their way to the edge of the forest and waited in the shadows till the time was right... A light fog picked up from the dewy grass in the field making the maidens standing there look almost magical as the moonlight lit the fog, dew, and the sheer dresses. If they had been dancing it would have made them look like the FAE. The cool damp air seemed to make every one of the women have hard nipples, which could easily be seen, aside from the few who broke the rules and blocked themselves from view. It was not a till Erik stepped out and walked up to the first one then the others leave the forest. Sniffing each one they passed none was touches ales sit turned out to be their chosen mate. Even those most were exposed and quite beautiful to the eye, no one was to mistreat them in any way. It took him some time to make his way down the line of the people before he stopped at one... He did not have to get closer to smell her as he could from here, and he couldn't stop looking at her. Soon another came to sniff her, and he let out a soft growl from deep inside him, that made the other back away. This was as clear as a message to the wolves as the one who called out Mine. He wanted to go right up to her and kiss her deeply as he ripped off everything she had on making her his in every way right here and now, but he also did not want to scare her. Unlike them, humans did not have the calling or the pull of having a fated mate. He stood there for a moment getting control over himself, as his eyes roamed her body. Stepping towards her, he walked to her side and his hand lifted to her neck and gently with one finger he started to pull back her hair behind her shoulder. If his finger touched her skin it would fill warm... Warmer than a normal male's hand! Wolf's body seemed to run a hotter temp than humans by about 5–10 degrees. "You are breaking the rules." He spoke softly to her alone, and his voice did not seem to be angry and sounded young like in the mid-20s, but he carried on after just a moment pause..." I don't mind that you did you see as it's not your body we are looking at to chose are BR... offerings..." He almost let slip bride and they did not know this yet. With her hair pulled back he leaned in and sniffed her neck once taking a deep inhale and slowly letting it out. As he did, she would deal his warm moist breath flow over her neck. Without a doubt, she was his mate." Now please don't be afraid I picked you, as I promised you I don't intend to harm you." his hand moves up behind her neck and softly pulls at the tie of her blindfold and lets it fall down as he stares at her. He was ready to grab her if she tried to run, but would be gentle if she did not. Holding out his hand for her to take..." Come and I will get you some warmer clothing." She would see a young man in the mid20s who looked every part of someone in there prime. His shirt was off exposing his chest, but he did not seem cold and looked like he never missed a day of working out. An ax hung from his belt, and not the type for cutting trees. And the pants and boots he had made him look like a hunter or fighter of some kind. Avaya dared not breathe as all that went through her mind was, please don't be me, over and over, but her heart sank when the heavy footsteps approached her before it was silent again. She flinched as her hair was moved from her face and warm heat radiated from the stranger in front of her, his fingers brushing the skin on her neck only just, but it was enough to send shivers down her body from the temperature difference. She jumped when the man she could not see spoke so close to her, his voice deep and clear, her fright causing her not to register what he had said to her as her adrenaline began to rush through her veins making her ears ring. His next words about them not looking at their bodies did register however, and the context seemed out of place making her feel very self-conscious, and she tightened her arms around her body. A few seconds of silence followed before Ava heard a deep long sniff sound next to her ear and feeling his hot, moist breath against her bare neck follow upon his exhalation, what was it with these men and sniffing them like dogs, she though disgusted and fighting against the urge to rip her blindfold or and bolt in any direction, just to get away from him. "Now please don't be afraid, I picked you and I promise you I don't intend to harm you." The man said close to her ear, his hot breath slightly tickling her ear, but it was not a pleasurable feeling, she wanted to get away from him, he was too close to her and she is too vulnerable. When she felt his hand behind her neck tugging at the blindfold she involuntarily shivered from his touch, she felt afraid to open her eyes as it would make the moment real and final, and she was not ready for it, but she was no coward, and so she opened her eyes, squinting against the bright moonlight until her eyes had adjusted, and she stared into two blue eyes. She looked down at his hand when he held it out for her, but she made no move to take it even after he offered to take her to get warmer clothing. She looked him over as her eyes traveled back up to his own, he was a large man and muscularly built, the soft glow from the moon highlighted his naked, broad chest, sculpted abdomen and arms giving the illusion of a stone statue of a warrior. He had a chiseled face with a short and slightly unkept beard that covered his chin and jawline, his wavy black hair reached the edges of his shoulders with a few stray strands that hung over his eyes. She had not expected someone who looked only a few years older than her to stand in front of her, she could not deny how attractive he looked, but she was unsure of him, he seemed too gentle, and she did not like him standing so close to her, so she broke eye contact and stepped around him to stand a little further away from him. Her attention was drawn to the rest of the women, a few who were chosen walked away with smiles on their faces, there were many men and when she saw one older man walk closer and lean forward and sniff in the direction of the woman in front of him, she furrowed her brows, it was totally creepy, and she realized the sounds she heard were right and so many other men had walked past her sniffing her, what the hell was wrong with these men! She turned to look at her kidnapper, because that's exactly how she saw this situation, she was being kidnapped no matter how kind and gentle her captor was being, she sure as hell was not going out of free will. "I have a horse." Was the first words she blurted out and was so shocked at her choice of words. Why on earth did she choose those to be her first words to him, why not ask him where they were going, or better yet if he would allow her to say goodbye to her family, no just, "I have a horse." "I mean, I have a horse that is very dear to me that I want to take with, as well as say farewell to my family." Ava cleared her throat and said with more confidence. She did not care what he had to say, she did not wait for him to answer as she turned and started to walk up the path leading in to the village, she was not going to show any weakness towards this intruder nor give him the satisfaction of getting his way with her…​ He blinked," You have a horse?!" He knew what she meant in a way, that she had a life and responsibilities here, but at the moment logic was not there and her answer to him was she was saying no to his love because she loved a horse. Then she spoke some more, and he calmed a little, He would have calmed a lot and explained a lot, but she turned as he started to speak." I grrr." His next word turned into a growl as she walked away from him. She for a full 2 steps before he lunged at her checking her arm by the elbow, and held it with a vice grip. His hand was warm as if he had been warming them by a fire, but his grip firm like cold iron, not meant to hurt her and wouldn't if she didn't struggle. If she was to look back at his eyes his left eye may seem to have some flacks of yellow in it then. Werewolves always have a battle between their wolf and human form. As alpha, he was best in control over the change, but when emotions run high in wolves like finding their mates, and they simply try to run away it's harder to control. "I have claimed you, and your laws forbid you to enter the village again. Wait with me by the edge of the woods and when all the girls are back home I can arrange for the elders to get your mount, and many of your family to say goodbye to out here." he explained to her fast, but caring voice." Now come follow me. If you make me drag you ill simply pick you up and carry you!" The first part of this was more a plea and demand, and the last part was a threat. He was half tempted just to pick the stupid stubborn girl up and carry her anyhow. He was not used to such disobedience. She was not a wee cub after all!!! So if she did struggle scream or kick he would be true to his word and pick her up lugging her over his shoulder the sheer dress she wore would show off her woman hoot and as well in that position. But he did not thank any of this as a naked body was a naked body now OD the wolves would try to cope a pike like human males would, not with someone's mate. If they are with the woman or coring them they would, but laws forbid someone fucking with another mate. Because a mate would kill for her or die trying. Regardless of how she chose to follow him by walking or him carrying her, he spoke softly to her as he walked." I can smell your fear on you. We all of us will not harm any of the... 4 that were chosen tonight." he had to look around to count how, meany. "We will not let anything out there harm you either. You... The 4 of you were chosen to be our mates. It's, not something even we chose are self but perhaps fate. There is a smell that binds us as one. Anyone wanting to harm you will have to kill me. And as you know already in return for offering us you as are mates we define your villages from the vampires, and other monsters of the woods. "Getting about 50 feet into the treeline she would stop." If I let you go will you stay put? Also, you are about to see something... scary probably... If you wish to talk to any loved ones you may not speak about what you see, or it would put their lives at risk. The elders can't let the people of your village know who we are. "Behind him, slightly deeper in the woods was a group of 6 or 7 of his men stripping down butt ass naked The first 2 who looked in the 30s looked at Erik and waited for his ok. Checking the clearing once more to see if all of them were in the woods he nodded and the men knelt down to the ground they started to grow fur first, then bones popped and dislocated and changed forming massive wolves. As wolves they started to howl, letting the elders know they were done with the girls and the others could go home... A few of the wolves slowly would make their way over o the girls with their heads and ears low to the ground, a submissive act to show them they meant no harm. As one approached her." Stay calm he only wants to say hi and have you pat him on the head, showing him you trust him. He won't get closer than 5 or 6 feet from you till you extend your hand out. " He explained. A big man slowly made his way to her with a pair of leather slippers and a heavy cloak made of bear hide and fur. " She is a spirited one each boss..." He chuckled" it makes sense tho, though she post be an alphas mate. ' Erik laughed at this also. " Here miss alpha you look cold, and I had heard him offer to get you something warmer. The last thing Ava thought would happen was a stranger growl like an animal, and grab hold of her arm, she yelped with fright, but only for a moment before anger took hold of her. She tried to rip her arm out of his hold, but it was no use. "Let go of me!" She yelled at him and tried again to get her arm out of his scorching grip, but his hand was large, and her arm was thin, he easily locked his fingers around her arm, trapping her. She huffed at him exasperated when he told her he had claimed her, and she was forbidden to enter her village. "What a load of horse crap, you can not keep me from going back home to gather my belongings and say my goodbyes!" She said furiously trying a last time to wiggle her arm from his grasp, but she stopped struggling when he threatened her that he would pick her up and carry her like a rag thrown over one's shoulder. She would have told him off, but something in his eyes said he was not kidding, and she simply followed him as he dragged her towards the woods in silence. Furthermore, she stiffened when he suddenly said he could smell her fear, she was not afraid, well not now, maybe earlier on, now she was annoyed with how rude he had been. "I am not afraid!" She snapped at him. She listened to his insane ramblings further, and it angered her even more. If he thought telling her that smell was what attracted them to the females, and calling her his mate and that none of them will be harmed was alluring or a way to court her, he was mad. Though she thought that was the maddest thing to leave his lips, until he said their sacrifice was payment for the protection they provided for their village, her cousin mentioned this, but they thought it was against bandits or animals, not vampires! There were no such things as vampires, just old bedtime stories told to get kids to behave. She could not stop the laughter that escaped her lips. "You people are barking mad! Vampires don't exist." She said between laughter. Wiping the tears that formed out of her eyes from laughing, she looked up at him as he came to a stop in the woods. She glared at him when he asked if she would stay put if he let go of her arm. "Well, you haven't given me any choice now have you." She hissed at him, finally ripping her arm out of his loosened grasp. She rubbed at her arm before crossing both arms over her chest, they were not alone, the four other girls giggled with excitement as they clung to their new partners, Beatrice Haynes was the only one Ava recognized, and she pulled a face at how Beatrice nearly suffocated the young man that chose her, the worst was how he nearly smothered her as well, it was sickening. The mention of her seeing something frightening piqued her interest, it was a very strange thing to say to someone you knew nothing about, in fact it was a little concerning, what if he dragged her into the woods to kill her and the other women, no one truly knows what happens to them after being taken away. She noticed the men further away from them starting to undress themselves. Oh no, what the hell was going on, are they about to be assaulted before being killed! She turned her back on the men as she had no interest in seeing them naked, she remembered her captor, who still had not introduced himself to her, say that they will not be harmed by anyone, she took a little comfort in that. What followed was more than what Ava could bare, it was the oddest sounds, and she could not describe it, but it frightened her, though not as much as the next thing, a loud and very close sounding howl, it sounded very much the same as the wolf howls they heard before the men had arrived. "Stay calm he only wants to say hi and have you pat him on the head, showing him you trust him. He won't get closer than 5 or 6 feet from you till you extend your hand out." Her captor said, and she did not understand what he meant until she looked over her shoulder. She screamed, her eyes wide and her body rigid, she wanted to run, but she could not manage to make her legs move. Moving closer to them before coming to a stop was a giant wolf, the biggest wolf she had ever seen, it lowered its head in a submissive way, but Ava dared not move, and she could not understand how everyone seemed so calm, except for the other women, they seemed just as terrified, though some were reaching out to the wolves in front of them very hesitantly, and it just dawned on Ava there were more than just the one wolf in front of her. She looked up at her captor, terror fixed in her gaze, but he simply stood there with no fear in his eyes at all! "We. What the hell is going on?" She barely squeaked out, too afraid to make any sudden movements. One of the men approached them casually, barely glancing at the huge wolf and spoke to her captor about her as if she was not even standing right there. He handed her a pair of leather flats and a fur coat to get dressed in, she slowly took the items from him, her eyes never leaving the wolf that stood a few feet away from her. She watched the man walk away and strip his clothing before getting on all fours, hearing the eerie sounds she heard earlier when her back was turned, it was the sound of the men bones popping, twisting and changing until he emerged into one of the humongous wolves that surrounded them. She knew what she had just witnessed, but her mind could not process any of it, her mouth hung open slightly and she momentarily stopped breathing. This did not happen, it does not make any sense, they must have drugged her, but how? She watched as most of the wolves moved deeper into the forest and the one closest to them had decided to move on as well. When she and her captor were mostly alone again Ava breathed a sigh of relief, but her mind was racing, and it struggled to keep up with the current events that took place. "I. I don't. What…?" She tried to ask, but her mind could not comprehend what to even ask. She shook her head and took a deep breath to clear her mind and decided to try and focus on one thing, something that did make sense, like getting her horse and seeing her cousin. Right on cue the elders arrived into the clearing, there were no other women as they were told the ceremony was over, and they could head back home. Ava moved slowly towards them as she knew her captor would be right on her heels, emerging from the edge of the woods, the towns' priest looked surprised, but he looked past Ava towards the stranger behind her questioningly. "I need to have my horse brought to me, since I can not leave here to get him myself, and please I need to see my cousin one last time before I leave with this man." She pleaded. The priest nodded and gave an order to one of his councilmen who turned and walked back up the road into the village. After a while Ava could see Starlight led by her cousin and the sight constricted her heart. She ran to her cousin and fell into her arms, her emotions in overdrive. "Maryam, I, I'm so sorry." Ava choked out. "I have to leave, but I could not before I said goodbye to you, an. And thank you for this past year, all that you had to endure, especially the first six months." Ava rambled while holding onto her only relative as tight as she could, but she could not keep her emotions intact any longer and at that moment she did not care about the stranger, not the councilmen or the priest, as her defenses broke down, and she sobbed into her cousin, her body shaking violently. "It will be all right dear, you could write to me, and I will always be with you in your heart, as you will be in mine." Maryam said soothingly holding onto Ava. She glimpsed the man that would take her little cousin away, and she was surprised at what an attractive young man he was. "You take real good care of her, you hear me, if I hear you treating her badly, I will come and bring her straight home, the hell with any of the laws." Maryam warned the man, she just had to get that off her chest, she would do anything for Avaya, this last year was the closest she had come to having a child, and she cherished every second of it, no matter how difficult it had been at times. "Come now, that's enough crying, you have had your fair share of it, but it is time, I love you so much and wish we had more time together, but I have a feeling your life will take a turn for the better, besides you may not like him now, but you can't deny it, he is rather handsome." Maryam whispered into Ava's ear. Gathering her scattered heart, Ava took a deep breath, wiped her tears and hugged her cousin one last time before letting go of her. She took Starlight's reins from Maryam and with a last smile she turned towards her captor, her smile disappearing replaced with a scowl as she met his eyes and readied herself for the journey that lay ahead of her uncertain future…​ He didn't respond when she said vampires were not real, as she would soon see something that may make her question if they were. Aside from that, he let her go once they got into the woods with her vague process not to run back towards town." Wh. What the hell is going on?" She asked him in a scared voice. "As I tried to tell you before my pack and I protect your tribe from supernatural threats such as vampires. And yes they are as real as we are. A few minutes later she saw her first change as she watched, and it shook her so she couldn't speak. He sighted "You will come to terms with this all in time, but as I told you will be safe." Seeing the breast she left the forest even tho he had planned for her to stay in the forest tell he spoke to the man. The priest took how he answered the girl from clues the alpha gave him when she made her demands. Erik nodded his consent. " If you can bind the rules this one time. And we will deliver the payment to you in 4 days' time as always. Erik let the girl run to her family and say her goodbye as he talked to the councilman, but he kept a close eye on the girl. Maryam After speaking to the girl looked up at him and spoke to him... Threatened and ordered him. A smile played on his face at this as he found the threat amusing, but he spoke back." She will be safe and taken care of." The words hid no form of trickery in them and sounded honest. "If any harm does come to her, it would likely be caused by her hardheadedness" he added on with a smile as he could see a bit of that play in this woman as well... She had ordered and threatened him after all, but she knew not what he was. Listening to the woman speaking to his mate he thought she sounded a lot like the pack mother. An older woman who would often help out younger wolves or ones that just needed someone to cry on or talk to. With what he considered his bride turned to look at him as she ready herself to leave, he flinched softly at how she looked at him... Fuck he wished she was like the others and did not hate him for only the fact he was pulled to her and chose her. He agreed to let her see this woman and get her mount to make her happy and she still was not. He extended a hand out to her in an offer for her to accept as he would lead her back into the cover of the woods... Furthermore, he would not force this as long as she followed but would be disappointed if she did not accept. After a few steps, he would stop."Maryam, was it? Do you need anything specific? Warm furs or food for this winter?" He did not turn to look at the woman but had stopped to ask hoping this would at least slightly improve his mate's mood. In 4 days times, they would bring the offerings to the village as payment for the girls, and he would add in what she needed if he could. Once back in the forest he turned to talk to Avaya "Your house.... it is not used to us in our other forms, and will likely buck when it sees us... I would suggest you try to ride on my back once I shift...." He would quickly see she would shoot this down..." Then I would ask you to ride in the middle of the other mounts (there are 4). Which would help guide her and 3 of the other chosen females were riding them, including her friend. One of them was a scout from his pack and would lead the other mounts back to the base. The other mounts from his tribe were used to both wolves and Jake the scout. Once everything was settled he moved o one of the houses and started to strip adding his clothing to the pack on the mount, not faced as to how the female sitting on that mount reacted to him stripping next to her. Looking back at his mate. " Now just follow Jake, please." He asked before taking a few steps as he started to run naked. Unlike how the other wolf's shifted slowly Erik once far enough away he did not thank her mount would freak out too bad had jumped. Shifting in midair in a matter of about 1 second the popping sound seemed to all happen at once Before his feet hit the ground he was all wolf and darted off into the darkness like a shadow. His black hair made him look just like that as well as a shadow moving on the forest floor in the shape of a wolf. It also looked as if Erik, could have easily out round the fastest of houses. Jake let him get a little ahead before edging their mounts forward. Following mostly game trails as well trails the pack had made and dried up riverbeds, the trip would take a long time.... Maryam smiled at the mention of her cousin's hard headdress, it was very true, Avaya could be very stubborn at times, and once she had made up her mind about someone, it was not easy to get her to change that. "You are quite right young man, but I have come to learn that patience is a virtue, and believe me, it will be worth it." Maryam said, knowing that the poor man will be having a tough time with her cousin until Avaya accepts him, but it will take time considering what she had to endure through her life thus far, but Maryam knew what lay below that very hard exterior Avaya put up and that is the best reward to anyone who managed to break through it. Avaya made a point to side step this man, she had no desire to take his hand, and to prove it she walked to the other side of her horse to distance herself from him even further. She did not notice he had stopped until she heard him talk to Maryam, asking her if she needed anything for the coming winter, it was kind of him she thought, but could just be a tactic to try and soften her Avaya thought, so she simply chose to not react at all and kept on walking towards the edge of the woods where they had come from earlier. "I appreciate the gesture, but I would prefer you to keep your treasures and maybe pass it over to my little cousin, I will not accept payment for her, she is family and not livestock for sale, and just keep her safe, she will kill me if she can hear me now, but she has not had it easy the last year, don't be too hard on her." Maryam explained before smiling and headed back towards the village, to her now empty house. Avaya forced her eyes to look at the man that now owned her, and she could not believe how naïve he was, to even suggest that she rides on his freaky wolf back, her mind did not want to accept what she saw, how the hell did he think she would manage to touch him, let alone climb his back. "My horse can carry me, and I am more than capable of controlling Starlight myself no matter the situation, besides how dare you suggest something so insane, and I suppose weirdly intimate, you have not even introduced yourself to me, I do not know you and you are acting as if I am supposed to swoon at the slightest sound of your voice, I am very sorry, but you can go milk a cow!" Avaya yelled, finally snapping at this absurd behavior from these wolf men. She nodded stiffly when he requested her to ride with the other horses carrying supplies and the other chosen women, she had a problem though, she was not tall enough to get onto her horse alone, but being the proud, stubborn girl she was, she looked around and found a fallen tree and led Starlight towards it, she climbed up onto the tree trunk and carefully managed to get on Starlight's back her feet firmly in the stirrups she adjusted herself on the saddle. She whipped her head up to look at Beatrice that was openly laughing at her, she made a point of it to get on her horse without the aid of anyone or any objects, yes Beatrice had been blessed with the tall gene and very curvy assets, and she loved to flaunt it around for all to see, and who could miss her with the flaming mane of messy curls that framed her sharp facial features, and not to even mention the piercing amber eyes she possessed that could say exactly what she wanted without uttering a single word. "It seems we would need to work on your horse climbing skills, I can offer you personal one on one lessons." Beatrice said with a snarky tone as she guided her mount past Ava to follow the rest making sure she was right behind one of the men that were to guide them to their new home. Avaya pulled a face behind Beatrice's back and guided Starlight to follow suit, though she made sure one of the other girls were between her and Beatrice. She despised her, and it should not be a surprise, seeing that she is cursed in life, of course her nemesis was chosen tonight when Ava had to be chosen too, just my life, she thought to herself. Avaya noticed her captor by one of the horses, he was getting undressed like the rest of the men had done, this was something she would never get used to, seeing naked men left, right and center, though she could not help to notice the look Beatrice was giving to him, she clearly liked what she was seeing and at that moment Avaya had a flare of jealousy rising up in her. "Are we just going to stand here all night or are we going to get a move on." Avaya snapped annoyed with Beatrice and this odd unexplainable jealous feeling she felt. On cue her captor moved from behind the horse, and she got a full look at his naked body before quickly looking in the opposite direction, oh why did she just have to see him naked, she cringed inwardly. "Now just follow Jake, please." He said before running from them, Ava turned at the fading footsteps and watched in horror how he transformed in seconds into the largest wolf of them all. He was jet black, a shadow and faded into the night, Starlight as expected reared up and whinnied loudly. Avaya held on and stayed calm while talking soothingly to her horse to calm it down. Another snarky comment from Beatrice on training lessons for her horse followed by her annoying laughter, Ava could feel she was ready to explode, but Jake, their guide started to move and everyone followed suit. The trip would have been better if they travelled during the day, they were deep in the wilderness and their path had only been lit with the soft moonlight and stars in the open night sky, but it was well after midnight and the slow pace they were traveling at and the swaying movement on horseback took its toll on Avaya, she did not sleep that well the previous night and the events that followed up to this moment had been exhausting. She fought to stay awake, her head dipping as sleep took over momentarily before she would suddenly awake again. Something startled her and the other horses and Avaya looked around to figure out what it could have been, they had moved into another forested area after moving through a large open terrain for a few hours. Howls could be heard all around them and Ava knew something was up, but what? "Ladies, get ready to move at full capacity and follow me, we are close to the village, but we are not alone." Jake instructed calmly, though Avaya could see he was very on edge. "What do you mean we are not alone?" Ava asked a little afraid, were they about to be robbed, she wondered. "Vampires." Jake muttered under his breath. Argh, not this nonsense again she though less amused than when her captor mentioned it the first time. A loud growl and sounds of a pack of wolves fighting ferociously seemed to be what Jake had been waiting for. "Now ladies and do not stray or fall off your horses!" Jake suddenly yelled and kicked his horse hard to push it into a gallop, the rest of the horses automatically followed suit, but Starlight was startles by the sudden rush of movements and reared up on his hind legs violently, stomping and rearing up again, it took a lot from Avaya to get him to move forward, but she finally managed it and Starlight galloped quickly catching up to the rest of the group. They soon left the edge of the woods and Ava looked over her shoulder to see if the wolves were behind them, some had emerged with them but half the group had been missing and so was the big black wolf, a small flicker of worry crossed Ava's mind, but she soon pushed it aside, before she turned to look ahead of her she saw a man emerging from the forest edge, he seemed to move too fast and looked very pale, but one of the wolves caught up with him and tore the man apart. It was savage and murder, but what caught Avaya's attention was the lack of blood from the gruesome attack. Ahead Avaya notices a glow of yellow light through another patch of trees in the distance, and to confirm her suspicions Jake announced that they were approaching the village. The village looked vastly different from the one Avaya just came from. It was smaller and more tight nit, wood huts and cabins of various heights and sizes were expertly placed between the forest trees, dirt paths carved from the years of people walking to and from their desired destinations. The village had no walls to board it up, exposing it to the wilderness that surrounded them. As soon as they entered the village Jake jumped off his mount and began to strip his clothes to transform, he gave a long howl and many more wolves emerged from the village taking their positions around the village border. Avaya and the rest of the girls stayed on their horses within the protected circle unsure what to do or expect, even Beatrice had no snarky comment and her eyes matched the wildness of her hair for a change…​

The winter fest sacrifice. (Willow Rose & Pervy Sage)|rating:3.0

Wake Me Up, (MouseNoises & Remy)

If you think we're strong enough Come on and wake me up, (Don't post unless your name is up top),​ The night was cold, but Alyssa McDowell couldn't actually feel it, in her hand that bottle of watermelon flavor vodka was dangling, its contents having made her flesh plenty warm, but, not so much her heart. The glass-neck of it threatening to slip from her pale fingers at any second what with her whisper of a grasp on it. The busty woman was in a comfy black sweater with a cartoon-like pastel blue raccoon stitched on the chest, a little lettering right beneath it that said 'It's garbageman, not garbageman'T!', and she wore blue legging of similar color with high-top sneakers of both azure and onyx tone to bring the simple outfit together. Even when comfy she wore things with a sense of style all her own, another outlet, arguably much better than the one she was currently indulging in at this moment. The city of Rain-Mount felt quieter than usual, or maybe she was simply so unfocused that it just seemed so. Could drinking inhibit ones hearing? Did that even fucking matter? What kinda stupid useless question... She lifted the bottle and took another swig, her eyes squinting, and she scowled as the liquid burned its way down, and she petulantly mumbled, "Yuck." When she pulled it away. Ugh, she didn't taste a drop of watermelon, which she had kind of been hoping for to help get her through the taste, it being one of her favorite flavors. Her footsteps were wobbly, lacking a sense of depth-perception as her crimson head teetered left and right, left and right, like her neck only had a touch more strength than that of a newborn. Her movements were aimless, her reason of climbing up to the roof? Pointless. Alyssa blinked, her foot tapping into the little red-brick ledge between roof and the sidewalk below, halting her trek, just a foots height of a barrier in the way. Oh wait, no, she came up here for privacy...what upset her so much again? She didn't usually drink...but she had wanted to forget something...but now that she had briefly forgotten she found her thoughts searching. She squinted up at the sky, looking at the stars...or trying to at least, considering the light-solution, and she drifted to earlier that day. Furthermore, she was hanging out with her dear Leslie, just having coffee between writing for work, and she spotted a woman and her daughter, and then hearing the exchange between them... 'I love you mommy.' 'I love you more.' The smile the woman had, that familiar maternal look, and that she was wearing a specific shade of purple...the image of Alyssa's own mother had been so violently rammed to the forefront of her mind she stopped breathing for a second, every ounce of focus needing to be on not letting Leslie see the heart-break in her face, and it only just barely worked long enough before Alyssa could find an excuse to come back home and break down. Now, her ruddy with intoxication cheeks were stained with tears, she hadn't even realized they had begun to fall from her foggy eyes, her oval-rimmed spectacles only making them more huge, and it was hard to see now, the world was fuzzy as her mental-musings. Her head fell forward as her chest began to rise and fall with vigor, the sobs making it sound close to hyperventilating. A year, a whole year, and she was still finding emotional-land-minds just out and about as she tried to live her life, blowing up in her face when she least expected it. It wasn't fair. She shouldn't be gone. "She wasn't even 50 yet." Alyssa gasped, her eyes stinging as the vodka fell, crashing to the ground and shattering so that she could take her trembling hand and place the heel of her palm to her forehead, blearily staring back down at the cement way waylay below her somber perch, "I m-miss you so much... I miss you...w-w-why did you have to...have to..." She sniffed harshly, her hands reaching down to that stone-mini-guard wall so as not to fall completely over. Every day this icy-vice-grip held her heart, ever since she had to put her in the ground beside her living-but-broken-father and equally numbed sister, another family member they had to bury all too soon. It hurt, and it just kept hurting. When would it stop? Why did everything she used to distract her only soften the ache? Would it ever go away? She was having so much trouble hiding it... It was so much harder to conceal...this pain... How much more could she handle? How much more did she care to try? People were starting to notice...even if only a little bit they were starting to notice and...and ask. That seemed just as harmful, if people knew how she was hurting...they would be so upset for her...she couldn't allow that...she couldn't be that burden. Alyssa's expression became serene, unnervingly so. That twist in her brow smoothed over, and her mouth was parted slightly in her mournful huffing. She wanted to see her mother...and her brother...but not by visiting their graves... Again, with a bobble-head motion, she straightened up, her sadly-glowing cerulean-owl eyes peering down, being about 14 stories high...all that concrete...this distance...the speed of dropping. It could all be over...the pain...if she wanted it to stop... Alyssa's right leg rose, stepping onto the higher-level bricking, her mind so fuzzy, so gone. All that was there was pain and grief, her usual methods of cheering up drowning in the liquor. If she could just see them...she just wanted to see them...she just wanted to stop hurting. Her other foot rose, standing fully on the ledge now, placid expression in a disturbing staring contest with the sidewalk, this moment in the far reaches of her brain being sort of funny considering she was normally afraid of heights. Alyssa took a deep shaky breath of resolve and profound misery that had taken the wheel of her Motor-functions. Her right foot trembled and rose up, wobbling as she stood on one leg, the other hovering above this looming height. "It would be...so easy...just a split second..." She told herself, her eyes squinting a bit as the tears rolled a bit more intensely, the world nothing but a haze of agony. Just a little further into gravity, if she could just put her weight down on this other side. One way or another, she could see them again. "I mean...would it even matter...to be gone too?... Why stay?" Her lungs held this last bit of breath, her heart jumped into her throat, and she could feel her heel shakily beginning to press her ever so gently forward, beginning to lean out towards doom...towards peace. There would be no need to hide after death. It was late, later than she'd like to be arriving. . . Any other day she'd already be up on the roof escaping from this all, instead she was underground parking in the off orange glow of the garage, looking at her watch under leather street wear, she did not drive a car - she rode a bike, therefore a certain brand of attire was required, even if she didn't though, a good, quality, leather jacket wasalwaysrequired. There were certain things adulthood required, every one of them a piece of herself she had to give up, twenty bucks for the goop in her hair, two minutes to apply it, the sticker for her license plate, the insurance, her parking spot, her skin routine, her persnickety fashion sense that (these days) came out of a box through the wonders of the internet, these were all small sacrifices everyone made growing older, the sum of Sam'parts like most, was many small sacrifices. So why not stay late? Why not work the function her boss asked of her? She'd use the extra money to make more sacrifices, more hair goop, more clothes, more small statements to put herself farther away from whoever she used to be, looking at herself in the shiny surface of her elevator's façade she was nearly unrecognizable even without her helmet. Bing-bong. . . Woosh, Elevator doors spread and Sam stowed her helmet under her arm, walking in. She couldn't wait to get to the top floor, to get to her shower, to get to her rooftop escape, to get over with the stress of the day. To wash the goop, now flattened to her head, out of her hair and the day's work from her cheeks and brow. Her muscles ached from hefting kegs all morning, strained from serving light food and taking orders for brews - Trivia night, and they were down a server. Years ago Sam never would have stepped up to the plate to mingle with customers, to serve, but today she felt a little more comfortable in her skin - if only for all those wonderful sacrifices. Bing-bong. . . Woosh, Clumpy leather boots took her up the hall, she had the westernmost apartment on the top floor of a high rise sandwiched between two other high rises, all three upon a strip of storefronts with underground parking and parking more still at the back. Park Place Towers, she wasn't sure if those words were actually placed anywhere amongst the buildings, but everyone referred to them as just that, Sam had been here for some time, but it didn't feel like home, not really, just enough comfort to not be 'her apartment,' no, this was 'her place,' she kept up with the cleaning, with the bills, she had some things - some nice things. But it wasn't home, she felt out of place here, it was lonely. . . She always considered a pet, a furry warm one, one to cuddle and hold when she got home. Smirking at herself she opened her door, no scrabbling claws or mewling babe to greet her, just engineered hardwood and area rugs, decorations and a few socks, misplaced laundry from the morning and night before, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla bean hiding her drains. Smash! A bottle broke in the distance, Sam thought little of it-it was a quiet night in Rain-Mount, but this close to downtown things did happen like that from time-to-time. . . Still, it kinda sounded like it came from. . . Up? She only sighed and shed her leather jacket, setting down her helmet on her island, not far in from the door, her kitchen and living room one open concept space - one wall was shared with the other building, but she enjoyed quite the view (over her fire-escape)of the building across the street. . . City living. Still, there was a secret solace in her fire escape and the glass wall that was easy enough to push back to access said fire escape. It was the most redeeming quality of the smaller living space she could barely afford. Changing out of her uniform, a starchy button-up shirt that looked like a mechanic's more than a server's and jeans, Sam pulled a pair of comfy sweats over her toned legs, a white T-shirt over her sports bra and equally musclebound core. Her Gym was almost more like home than this place it felt, as a result a lot of her loungewear and casual wear had its logo across it. Cross Fab, an all women's CrossFit outfit just around the corner, it was kinda lame, pink and feminine - but she got the appeal, it sold her anyway. Pale skin with red blotches, paler green eyes - they stared back at her in the mirror as if there was something more to this than washing off the day. "You're doing OK, kid." she reminded herself, like her brother (one of two), would have if he were here to do it himself. It felt a little strange talking to herself, but her therapist had assured her positive self-talk was a healthy thing. . . Slipping into that Cross Fab hoodie, the new one, red, comfy as heck - with the infernal goop washed out of her hair, now curly and untamed atop her head, Sam was quick to roll a joint and head out onto the fire escape. Rusty metal creaked and wheezed under her weight as she climbed the ladder up onto her roof. There was a steely cage around her though she was sure there was nothing particularly safe about being up there once she got out of the fire escape, after all, there were danger signs everywhere they could reasonably be posted, nobody had gotten rid of the little chair and side table she'd lugged up to lounge with. She'd done this for years now without interruption so it shouldn't have been too unreasonable that until she started attempting to light her pot that she noticed her. . ." H-hey," Sam, tried not to startle the girl on the ledge but at the same time - she made herself known, dropping her joint and hurrying over to the side of her building. Next to the parapets of her apartment was a several foot drop then the roof of Alyssa's, both gravel with brick sections dividing them from the drop to the street but very little to stop the poor thing from blowing away in the wind at this point. Her heart was long sunk, panic was an afterthought, acting came first. Sick with adrenaline and other spicy drugs Samantha skidded in slippers across her rooftop to the drop, over and down to Alyssa's side of the world - avoiding the smashed bottle - to just a few feet short of her. "Hay, d-do you. . . Do you think you could come down from there?" what else could she say? She didn't know this person from anyone else. . . But she didn't deserve to wind up like that, down there, smashed across the pavement. . . The thought made her sick. "C'mon, I got you. . ." offering her hands to help her down even. Alyssa's foot stopped in midair, her whole body stopped. She was like a statue for suicidal-awareness, frozen there with one foot over oblivion. She heard a voice.Oh, gods no. Maybe...maybe that was just her conscience telling her to stop. Too bad the anxiety wasn't instar-sobering, though, it worked a little, truth be told. Though her high cheeks remained wet and rosy, her lashes had ceased their rain of grief, and she blinked when, unfortunately, the voice continued, and she saw on the roof beside her, a sinewy person with hand out and face full of dread for fear of witnessing...what she had almost done. She had burdened a woman with her own turmoil, it was done, she was under someone's gaze in her most vulnerable miserable state. Someone saw her...there was a person right here. She couldn't even pray for the idea of this being some drunken mirage, which she might have believed since she found the broad shouldered miss just the sort of person her mind might come up with, always having a thing for that sort of build, but for obvious reasons, Alyssa wasn't considerably focused on any of that. Her sea-and-treasure eyes zoned in on that offered hand, and within her addled thoughts, a small little voice pointed out to her, 'someone's offering to help...wouldn't it be nice...to be helped?' Her dainty hand hovered, stretched forth, there was a feeling of comfort that seemed in her reach, but then, like always... She declined assistance. Denied admittance to weakness. Preferred to just...pretend. In quick succession Alyssa stumbled to the side, further from this stranger, and nearly tripped her way back onto the roof-proper, grabbing at a big metal thing, probably the protective casing for an air-conditioner, and huffed, desperate to collect herself. She propped her back up against it and stared, her owl eyes, as owl like as possible thanks to those glasses and her bulging expression, and her drunken psyche went a mile a minute trying to think of some sort of 'out.' She lifted her hands up by her shoulders, palms facing the brunette, and she stuttered, "P-Pranked!" Even in her stupor, she understood how flimsy this plan would be, but she went for it anyway, forcing an unconvincing smile to her face, one that was no doubt a pity to witness, "Man, I r-really looked co-convincing, huh?" If this was a prank, that would be a morally bankrupt thing to do, so, with another step away toward her own fire escape the buxom woman frowned, though it was almost a comical frown, like, the joke was that she was joking about making that kind of joke, "Uh, but you know what? I-I see now that," Her greenish-blue eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment, and her knees felt weak, the adrenaline rush not mixing well with the vodka, and her hands clung to the metal stair railing for balance, "Th-That's not something to-to joke about, I'm gonna-I'm gonna," Her scarlet head fell back for a second before jolting forward, neck still loose, barely standing, clinging to that railing in an almost crouch, feeling so pathetic and her flight response trying to ignore the limitations of her own body so she could get away, "I'm gonna...go home and really-really re-think my ideas about-about comedy, take a-a-accountability...leave it to-to professionals, maybe." Her joke was pathetic. Alyssa fell to her knees, eyes closed tight as the humiliation indicated more tears were just at the brim, this having never happened before, she had come close a few times, but, holy shit, someone saw her like that, like this. "Fuck, w-why is it so hard to walk when you're drunk?" It was a duh sort of question that everyone knew the answer too, but the shame made her look for something to blame, other than herself, as she was barely able to move and her heart was a war-drum too loud for her ears, like it would cause permanent damage at any moment if this continued. Had to get away, had to get back under control, but...fuck, her body was a wreck. "P-Pranked!" If it was one, it wasn't a very good one - that said Sam wasn't about to give her a tongue lashing for that. With the manic girl, tears and all turning to face her - palms up at the defense Samantha's stomach churned with panic, she felt a sting of vertigo inside her, like her entire body was falling out through her ass, it was far from pleasant. She'd never really been so close to suicide before withholding her own struggles, never close enough to attempt just flirt with the idea. Sure, she knew kids in school who had theirs, self-harm and dark humor too but nothing so blisteringly real, railed into her throat and through her eyes with no attention to her desires, needs, she did not consent to this! -she just wanted to smoke a fucking joint, "Woah, woah there. . ." what, was she a horse? Fuck Sam! -get it together." Careful, it's OK." Sam's quavering voice tried to invoke something close to reassurance, but she was having a difficult time keeping it together." Heh-heh, ye-ah, boy. . . You got me." going along with the terrible façade this was all just some cruel joke, life felt like that sometimes so why not? With a third point of contact to the building, the railing, now engaged by her desperate friend of sorts a sigh of relief overwhelmed her. She felt a sudden release of the burden of this moment though she knew she was far from free of it just yet. Oh no, she now had an obligation to this girl, to this girl and her teary, swollen eyes, her poor sense of humor and dubious handle on honesty. You shouldn't go home. You shouldn't be alone. She never quite voiced those opinions but instead got a little closer. For a moment she stood over the wreck with a frown, unsure how to proceed. She didn't want to overstep, but they'd just shared a very intimate moment, she felt close to this person before her, the tearful, beautiful sprite who didn't know how to shut up, who tears didn't suit entirely. . . She was far too pretty to be in this state." I know. . . I know," further reassuring her she sat down beside the drunk heap and puffed out her lower lip trying to think of something to say, something wise or, or something that would make it better - but she kept circling back to sorry, sorry because she did understand, she wasn't exactly a perfect ray of light these days, while the thought to end it didn't come often she'd struggled with it here or there, struggled with the thoughts of who might miss her and why, of what impact it might have, most of all - what it would put an end to. Life was painful, ending it however was a supremely selfish waste she generally resolved herself with." Do you mind if I sit here? -with you. . . For a bit anyway."just till I know you're not gonna. . . Do that again. Without thinking on it much she scooted a little closer, not quite touching but close enough to." I'm Sam." reaching across, Sam offered her hand to shake, hold, whatever, it was larger than average, more callous than not but still had its femininity, nails certainly not painted though manicured and maintained. Shewas larger than average, standing just a hair over six feet tall, broad shoulders, boxy jaw. She was a big girl, big enough to wrap herself around the other and never let go, never let her back up on that ledge, catch her if she fell. . . Heaven forbid. "What's your name?" Alyssa's head rose and fell, her shoulder rose and fell, even though she was in a heap unable to make any sort of great escape, she was also in constant gentle motion, that sort of drunken sway that was out of her control, her knuckles going white...er, white-er as she held onto the fire-escape, and she could feel the larger presence take a seat beside her even without looking, her loose side-ponytail a big red curtain between her bespectacled face and the look of pity she was no doubt receiving. She sniffled harshly, and violently used the back of her right hand to try and dry her face, almost knocking her glasses off and down the metal-stairs but her very-alert-even-if-encumbered senses managed to grab the leg of the light-gilded peepers and fumble them back on their place upon her nose. She heard a name given, and slowly, her head finally shifted, her maroon drapery falling back over her shoulder, her weary orbs illuminated softly by the obnoxious roof light to help any that might be using the emergency steps, so close it could be seen, she had the type of eyes that looked green from far away, but they were trick eyes, get close enough, and it was all the work of flicks of yellow inside the blue, making a pretend image from far away...she had very appropriate eyes in this way. That gold-and-sea gaze lowered down to the offered palm, pondering her predicament, and just, the rush of a realization that, she wouldn't be able to erase this person's memory, they saw her like this...nothing would change that unless the woman suffered from short term memory loss. The vermilion dressed woman couldn't handle the disappointment in herself, feeling bogged down, but then, as was common, if she could get just sad enough, her avoidance tendency would kick in next, so abruptly, she exhaled a laugh through her nose and fell onto her back beside 'Sam', 'PFFT," She slapped her forehead with her hand, probably a little too hard, and just, started laughing, this odd enthusiastic yet mournful cackle that could break hearts, "HAH HAHA!" Until her breath hitched, and it threatened to turn to sobs again. What was the point? Sam had already seen enough to know she was...that. From her place laying on the dirty ground, her bosomy figure a bit more pronounced as the sweater laid more heavily upon her form, the mounds of her chest just barely within the realm of being realistic in their roundness and largeness (but just barely) and she reached out aimlessly, searching for that offered hand, but again, depth was not her friend, but after a second her soft fingers found a coarse palm, and it collected her grasp into a weak shake, "Hey Sam, I'm Alyssa." As dainty held firm, her senses were informed...ah, there was comfort to be had here...a rough hand but...warm. Her thumb absent mind of personal boundaries rubbed back and forth over the rear of Sam's palm, and with her other senses over-powering voice of reason, with the flight mechanic in her head shut off because, well, there was no fucking point now, she held that hand a bit tighter, and then grappled her way back to a sit with Sam as an anchor, her more slender shoulder bumping into a more boulders shape, usually the barely over 5' lass wouldn't be anywhere near eye-level with this woman, but sitting, they were at least a bit closer...a bit. Her body was weak, her pride bruised, and her shame on display. So when her woozy shoulder bumped into Sam's again, she didn't resist leaning against her, curvy side to rocky side, "So... Sam," Her neck seemed to finally lose it's constant fight and let her head fall, her ruby cheek nuzzling down to rest, again on that red-hoodie-shoulder, "You the t-type that can...keep secrets? Or m-maybe you're SU-su-su..." Her brunette brow, revealing the manufactured hair coloring on her head, furrowed, not being able to grasp the word 'susceptible' and so just skipping it, "Maybe you c-can be Jedi mind pre-ticked?" Since her legs were noodles, maybe she could simply build her funny façade right back up then and there, worth a try...it's not like she knew any other way. Fuck, why did it have to be someone that was normally just her fucking type too...that somehow made a bad situation a million times worse. It wasn't really that funny, not to Sam - but she got people didn't really act rationally when they were dealing with such intense emotions, the sort that drove them toward the edge of a high rise anyway. She knew it to be something more hysterical than really. . .amused, it just made her want to wrap up the loosing girl just right, just so all her broken bits fit back together in working condition - if only for that moment. Alyssa, who ever knew danger spelled differently, still six letters given. What was more of a red flag than this. . . It was still dripping red with crimson dye, droplets falling all around them like icy rain, sobering, but she pushed on through. She wasn't looking for that right now, how could she be? It would be cruel to think like that, to try and be more than just there for someone in such vulnerable state. She was touch starved though, there was no helping that, a clammy hand wrapped around hers after a moment more carrying on, and she shook it back, firm where Alyssa was not. She leaned her on her shoulder so delicately, she could feel her cheek through her sweater. . . Feel the chill on her skin, her thumb working circles into the back of her hand didn't go unnoticed either, oddly comforting. Maybe she could be strong for both of them, if only for the moment. Whatever she needed though, Sam could be there for it, she thought. She was strong enough, wasn't she? The panic had waned down to adrenaline, her modest bust still climbing and depressing with every breath she took. It wasn't climbing over here either, that had freaked her right out.". . . Y'ah. You're safe with me." She couldn't help but nudge the other's crown with her cheek, leaning against her the same way she leaned on Sam. After a moment she even wrapped an arm around her, "I hope you don't mind. I could really use a hug right now." she made it about her, but that was it about lonesome folk, they could smell their own. "Your secret is safe with me too." Sam spoke softly to Alyssa, her voice even despite still being a little worked up from this all."--and your Jedi mind tricks won't work here." backing off she forced a weak smile. She wanted to see Alyssa, if only for a moment to see the playful smile on hers. Alyssa's face soaked with tears. "It's OK, like. . . You don't have t'," smudging one with her thumb Samantha gave her a look of earnest conviction. "It's okay to be sad if you want kiddo, y'gotta let it out sometimes or. . ."it'll drive you to the edge of a building. Something closer to concern. "Want to talk about why you came up here? Or like," Sam shrugged and looked off, straightening her neck, so Alyssa could return to her shoulder "I was gonna smoke a joint only roof," it wasn't important, she just wanted her to know. . . "I'm happy to kick it with you for a bit, no judgement, just hugs, and we'll talk about whey-, whatever, or nothing." she didn't know what to say, she wasn't a professional, she wasn't even close to her - but she thought maybe that was OK too, "I just, I get sad too sometimes I guess, I try to tell myself I'm better off around." Sam dragged her hand through her lifeless wet hair, real life affirming stuff their chica. She silently chided herself." Don't want to miss out on the miracle, might be close by." the words sounded dry and something close to sarcastic, but she meant it, she had faith, "It'll get better. . . Don't y'ah think?" her smile lacked the same conviction as before, but she still seemed genuine enough. "If it doesn't just'uh. . . Y'know, y'gotta make a change." that she knew about, that she could say with conviction, she was the queen of making drastic changes. 'You're safe with me.' Alyssa's shoulders tensed, as it felt like this basically-stranger's hand metaphorically reached betwixt her ribs and cupped beneath her aching heart, the softest little perch of encouragement, and then, as if knowing it would make her just that much more pliable, that sculpted arm looped back behind her and claimed it was for Sam's benefit as opposed to the sorrowful four-eyes. Her head lulled back when Sam leaned in order to make eye contact, her own curl at the edge of her lips faint at returning the nerdy comment with a near-direct-quote, and her bottom lip trembled as she did her best to hold it together, the smile painful as it was so tired of always being forced upon her face, but every word that came out of Sam's mouth felt like a little tug to her chest, like someone calling for a scarred animal in a bush to come out in order to take them to safety. Her face was playing a ping-pong game of an exaggerated smile to seem ok, and a contour of misery, this opportunity to just...talk...it wasn't as though she hadn't though on it a few times, everyone wanted to express themselves to some degree, even her...and especially the darker bits. If she ever had the guts to go to therapy, she knew that would be one of the first things advised to her no doubt. It was so funny, even though Sam was sober, she seemed to be stumbling a bit too, but it was so endearing. "He...of course you're nice too." She spoke more to her own musings than the kind woman, and she could feel that emotional damn was strained, the pressure so intensely pressed, and just, getting weaker by the second...could she really? Could she just...talk about it? It hurt so fucking bad...it was so tempting. "You make a good point, about...s-staying... I mean...thither would be people upset if I... If I...had." She couldn't get herself to admit what she had been at the cusp of, and even admitting this much, something snapped, and the dam suddenly broke, perhaps it was the weak barrier from the alcohol. Who knew, but something inside her snapped, and her arms reached up and both of them latched around Sam, her face leaning up until it was at the crook of her neck, buried deeply into that hoodie, even squeezing up against her, chest to chest, if she were stronger probably even a bit suffocating tight, "S-Said you could use a hug r-right?" Her mind was working a bit slowly, 'falling' for the reasoning as though it had taken a second longer than normal to process in the cogs of her brain. She was a softly built woman, her bust made for great cushion as she all but shimmied her way at the center of Sam's lap in order to lay against her, leaning the both of them back as her body couldn't stop itself from holding as fully as she could manage, that desperation for comfort taking every chance it could what with the reigns of her brain being temporarily loosened. She shuddered, feeling those tears on her lashes start rolling once more, dripping down against the Cross Fab garment as her breath shuddered out, "I just...lost someone...two someone's...a-a-and I wanted to see them because... I can't...they're... I just want to s-see them again." Her whole body trembled with the light rock of her sobs, her voice still so quiet in instinct to 'not take up too much space', though, again, only a few moments of vulnerability before her full chest hitched, and, though one arm stayed coiled like a snake at Sam's back, her face pulled away, and she sniffled, her other hand turning to a fist to rub down against the shirt, "Fuck, I'm leaving puddles on your shirt," She started to press down, trying to scrub the shirt dry, even though, logically, that's not how that worked, "S-Sorry about that... I'm... I'm a mess...but, y-you can see that already, huh?" "Yeah, I'm sure there are a lot of folks. . . Other than me, I mean I just met you, and you seem worth somethin' better than that," she didn't want to repeat the act herself after all. It seemed so surreal and taboo to talk about our loud. "But like, for you too?" it shouldn't have been all about the guilt thing, living for other people didn't seem like the way to do things. Better of doin' it for you, she thought. "You seem like you'd make for someone worth havin' around. . . Y'know?" She didn't know what else to say. Sam didn't know Alyssa yet, "I bet you're funny. . . And nice too," echoing that sentiment, "You're cute,"With Alyssa crawling up into her firm lap she instantly wrapped her arms around her, around her shoulders, linking at her back in a hug she didn't plan to withdraw from any time soon. Truth was she did need this, maybe not as much as Alyssa but enough to feel it in her heart of hearts, enough to feel like nobody may ever hug her again if she didn't get it here and now. Not because she had a death wish, more because she had genuine concern she'd die alone and sexless, an unfounded insecurity but one that constantly loomed in the butt of her mind. "I did, y'ah." Sam affirmed as they wrapped each other up in the cool night. What a strange turn, she didn't even wonder if her joint was OK, this was a far more palpable high. A cute girl wrapped up in her lap, needing her, it was fucked up maybe, but it made her feel whole too so she indulged in that. She wanted to nestle into her neck much like Alyssa had chosen to confide in hers, but before she could the tears started to flow again, she could see she was still tortured, and soon she'd hear about it. This too looked like a subject she was rather privileged on, she remembered relatives dying when she was younger and being too naïve or maybe too hollow, undeveloped to really care - she was a preoccupied child. Little had changed, but she was lucky, she made it through college without losing any friends like that, only to petty squabbles or drifting other directions, in years since more did drift and maybe some died, but she couldn't draw a single name from her hat she was truly set to disarray by. She wasn't sure if that was callous or just the moment, maybe, like she thought though - luck, privilege. "I'm Sorry Alyssa," earnest, but she couldn't add, understanding even if she empathized with all her heart, even if she wanted to make it better. Samantha squeezed a bit tighter, her biceps tightening on her petite shoulders, she wanted to say something. . . Make it good, make it better, smooth it - but she knew that wasn't really how grief worked too. While she hadn't lost her parents she grieved the death of their relationship some time ago, she'd never be what they expected - she wouldn't so much as try. . . She wanted to say something, yeah, but then puddles." Hay-hay-hay, you're fine." Samantha assured her, gulping she turned her sleeve inside out around a balled up fist (mostly to get the softer insides of her sweater around her thumb) She wanted to brush away those tears. "You can let them all out if you need to, I'm here for that too." which was to say she wasn't going anywhere, horror show, messy, emotional, desperate, Sam was resolute in her choice to stick through this night with Alyssa, maybe more. . . She wanted her to be okay. . . It was a lot to take on, try as she might though she was there for her, here for that. "I've never really lost anyone super close to me. . . Not like that, I'm really sorry, I bet it really hurts. But I'm sure like. . . You have to do what's right by them now," she second guessed herself briefly, it wasn't fair to tell someone what they had to do, "I don't know, I just. . .Suicide isn't the answer, I know that." there it was, that dirty word - right out in the open. It stung the back of her throat like a gulp of taboo. Alyssa exhaled through her nose at 'but like, for you too?' The very notion of staying for herself actually genuinely laughable, purely wishful thinking...though, she also knew, that was the ideal way to think of things. Her eyes squinted, trying to swim through the wet-cement that was her thoughts, beginning to get closer to the edge of soberness, or, diet-sober, maybe. Did Sam call her cute? As Sam's balled-up-sleeve-fist pressed into her soft high-cheeks her eyes closed, and there was this feeling again, like her heart was in the muscle-bound woman's hand, giving it a little caress, trying to wipe away the flecks of dishonesty towards her own feelings. It just...it felt like this was one of the most intimate moments she had experienced with a person, in or out of the bedroom. Felt weird that it was with a person whose last name she didn't even learn yet. Another deep sniff, trying to withdraw her continued sobbing upon Sam's ginger wiping, a tiny continuous nod of her manic-panic head t what was being said to her, agreeing and already heading towards calming down, until the word 'suicide' struck her like a semi-truck and yet again, a hitch in her chest and her teeth clenched, the statement swirling over her head like a cloud before it became a tornado. There was this thread being tensed, the dam earlier had broken, but there was this semblance of decorum that kept trying to wash her back to the shallows before she got too far, but now that neither of them were denying the elephant in the room (or, on the roof) she heard herself ask; Couldn't she just let go? Just this once...just let it out and allow someone to see see her? Sam was giving her consent, she almost seemed to want to be that person who witnessed her depressive musings, which, someone wanting to be there...fuck, she'd only seen people offer consoling in passing statements or polite-but-probably-untrue offers. It never felt this genuine before. At least for tonight...maybe she could just...'be', whatever that meant. "You're right." Her voice cracked, and she collapsed back against Sam, face against her collar bone this time, her hands clawing into the fabric at the center of her back as she pressed her voluptuous self down against her athletic build, her chest right beneath hers, smothering, huffing for a few seconds and just, feeling remorse about the tear stains but also just...just for a while, allowing herself to simply, exist, even if in a woeful way, "You're right, you're right." Only about 30 seconds of true unhindered sobbing, and she began to come back down, but it felt less forceful, just a few moments of realness was enough to give her deprived self some reprieve that resulted in her tendons going lax, and the hug becoming more about holding and less about squeezing on for dear life. Her head lifted back, glasses a bit smudged by her intense nuzzling, but her eyes seemed to have more of less emptied their sorrow, just some leftover drips streaking. It felt like her grief was finally given the wheel, and gently, it just started orchestrating. Encouraging, just say whatever she wanted. She gulped, turning her head until her ear was pressed over Sam's chest, hearing her pulse, it being a soothing drum beat, "Even if I did see them... My mom especially...she'd be so upset with me... If that's how I finally g-got to see her again..." a quake of a sigh before she turned again, her chin perched at the center of her collar, able to look up at her without pausing the embrace, "I mean, the last conversation we had was...was me promising to take care of myself," Her lower lip quaked again, but the desire to cry was less overpowering, a bit of levity nimbly instead of forcefully entered her tone, "To be fair, it was because I was working on a day I had a fever, but, I work from home so, it didn't feel like a good enough reason to stay in bed...mom called, was upset because she was-was a nurse...made me promise not to do that again, she said 'I need to know, focus I'm your mom, I need to know when I'm gone you'll be ok'...that ended up being our last conversation, ironically enough," Her lower lip jutted out remorsefully, "I...something so impactful to hang onto...and yet... I almost broke my promise..." The guilt was a viper bite as she winced and admitted, "It's just getting so hard to keep nowadays." She let herself sit in the sadness with Sam, She had never told anyone that story, or the promise, feeling like it would be even harder to maintain if others knew, and she'd never just sat in the pain before...who knew it would be...slightly cathartic. "Not sure...what could help me stay for me..." Her warm strawberry and vanilla face nuzzled down into Sam's chest again, her Louis grasp on personal space still too lax to realize the length that their touches were going, her body just so in need to savor what it was like to be held in this specific way, "You came out here to smoke? Do you do that often?" She didn't give much time for answer as this rambling led to a more logical reason for the sudden inquiry, chuckling, "if I could get a hug like this even once a week... I think that'd be enough to make me want to live." There was...sincerity there, but then she realized with a couple more breaths, maybe too much, and she lifted her head entirely off Sam's comfy strong torso, expression even, "ah, you know what, that isn't funny," It had been a bit since her last sip by this point, and though it wasn't as though she were out of the fog, she at least wasn't knee-deep in the drunken-swamp anymore, "That is like, newest a healthy thing to-to say to someone.sh-shouldn't even imply that would be anyone's responsibility b-but my own," She glanced away, coughing before a mousy smile was lifted towards the green-eyed brunette, "I...that was just a silly way to change the subject and, uh, say you give good hugs... I always had the theory that people who were muscular gave good hugs, just seemed, reasonable, I just...but there are probably better ways to say so then offering a means to stop...s-severe self harm." She wasn't as brave as Sam to call her act what it was, even though the word had been aired out and not denied, "I've just...never been great at dark humor...normal humor though?...well, that's also, debatable." Her laugh was awkward, but at least this time, it was less about trying to hide something else. She was right, headright. That felt affirming, she was glad to hear it. This was a difficult road to walk, talking someone off a ledge. While she had Alyssa in her arms, goodness, did she ever. . . It felt so fleeting, like if she let her go she may evaporate off that edge, the mental image of her slipping away like a plaque in her mind, she couldn't escape it. -it didn't matter that they were virtually complete strangers in this city, they'd shared something incredibly intimate now, even if they hadn't Sam was too morally stood in her ways to let someone do that while she was in a position to stop it. Like it or not, she was growing an obligation to Alyssa, codependency was a bitch of a drug, started with a bump but like any addiction and soon enough she'd be hooked. . . Who didn't like to feel needed?" I know, let it out. . ." her hum gentle and accepting even though her insides were bristling with awkward and uncomfortable. She hated to hear her cry so hard her insides were rattling, sobbing her guts out in her arms. She tried to hold them together, lest a rib fling off her cage or her shoulder rattle off in the violent sobbing. The thirty some odd seconds of intense release were some of the hardest moments of Sam's recent memory, she grits her jaw the entire time. It took real effort not to let her go and back away, but she'd made a promise to Alyssa, she invited this, it was her duty to hold on tight. Normally she wouldn't mind hugging such a cute, buxom girl in her embrace. There was nothing normal about this night. "Let it out. . ."" Even if I did see them... My mom especially...she'd be so upset with me... If that's how I finally g-got to see her again..." Sam understood that sentiment to a degree, vicariously. Again, she'd been blessed with never losing anyone particularly close to her at this time in her life, but mechanically it made perfect sense. It was easier now though, listening, even if she was pained in her words, even if she shuddered on her sobs now and again, her warm face against her chest, so close she could likely feel her heart beating faster and faster as she cradled her in her lap. She didn't know what to say, she didn't have the answer to 'what would make it easier,' what would make it worth it. They all needed to decide that for themselves, didn't they? She didn't even really know herself some days. Maybe just the drive to lift a bit more, a few more times, she didn't know. . . A sickly sort of feeling starting welling in her chest momentarily as she realized how out of her depth she was." Not sure...what could help me stay for me..." The thought was right on Que, she was trying not to be swallowed whole by the girl's sorrow inside her arms. Gulping she tried not to let the dower inside her creep to her face. She had to be strong for Alyssa, this was her time to be weak, be vulnerable. Samantha had to be impenetrable, steely in her resolve. Sniffing a little she put on her best smile and looked down at her chesty new friend, shifting her in her arms to a more comfortable position for her, but truthfully it was no problem to lift and manipulate Alyssa to a comfortable sort of cradle between her thick arms and solid lap. "If I could get a hug like this even once a week... I think that'd be enough to make me want to live." She couldn't help but chuckle, a mirthful, earnest amusement came from that. Even if it wasn't funny, even if Alyssa took it back as quickly as she mentioned it in the first place. Maybe it was funny because she was thinking the same damn thing, Sam wasn't circling the drain like Alyssa, she didn't have some horrible tragedy to blame for her morose sorta, depressing malaise of life, she filled her time with trying to get better and that kept her from the lowest of lows like this but. . . Well, a weekly standing hug with a pint sized bombshell on the roof sounded like, it sounded more than nice. Another mirthful chuckle came at the comment about more muscular people giving better hugs "Really? Because I always thought cute little things like you made for the best hugs." teasing more than anything, full of dry wit or maybe wry charm." Sorry, my own bad joke. . ." Gulping she offered a more passive, almost thoughtful expression, "I do come up here often though, not always to smoke. . . Just sometimes to look up, or read, or. . . Be quiet. Smoking just kinda comes hand in hand with that." Samantha mused, "It's kinda my special spot I guess. Y'know? To get away?" From what exactly, she wasn't sure. . . Life she supposed, just differently than Alyssa intended, "But there's always room enough for two." inviting her with a curl of her lips, she was willing to make thistheirspecial spot." You give good hugs too Alyssa," close to low on breath, close to breathless indeed - feeling some sort of charmed by the imperfect little pixie so close she could practically taste her very being on tip of her tongue "Call me selfish, but I could use more than a weekly fix." affirming the sentiment with a gentle squeeze. It was her way of admitting just how touch starved she was, that this wasn't just for Alyssa, that it was for her too, that she needed to connect with someone as well, maybe not so desperately but then heartache was relative. A more compelling ripple of merriment rose the back of Alyssa's neck hairs as a little jib of a compliment was returned, mutual enjoyment of embrace and 'bad' sense of humor traded like collectable cards, and for a split moment as sanity was filtering out the vodka slowly but surely, her smile was that true squiggle line, a little tilt of her crimson head as the air of...mutual appreciation for ones looks became more and more apparent. It seemed like the two were flirting with the idea of flirting, dancing around being to forward, well, too verbally forward at least, and stopping mostly because, well, Alyssa had literally only been able to stop full-blown crying about 40 seconds ago, so, not exactly the easiest place to speak of mushy musings without either of them either looking like an ass or maybe kind of psychotic. She settled back down, play dough like form against stony structure, debating on just how macabre she was willing to go, because, she took the notion back so quickly, like it barely had time to form before she was stuttering to stuff it back into her own mouth, but then Sam offered a routine in kind. It felt a bit morbid, the suggestions of meeting up on the roof near-nightly for stolen hugs in order to help keep each other going... but it also sounded so god-damn appealing to. Even though she had been resistant to the help of a mental-health-professional, a part of that reason, other than the anxiety at being a burden, was that...it hurt her pride a bit. Alyssa was the happy-go-lucky-therapist friend, never had her own problems, always there to listen to the sadness of others, giving the best advice as told by her loved ones...the idea that she didn't already know what best to do, another nick at her secret ego. Being nerdy and awkward, and debatably, a bit of a space, was the only flaws she really allowed, and she found they were more perks than anything else in the eyes of others, but that seemed to be the extent she would allow her defects to go. She had a good at-home job to help her social anxiety, her apartment was TINY, but well-kept and pretty, she had a great support system that even though she never opened up to them, ultimately she knew that if she really tried they would...likely be receptive, she almost pretty much never drank outside this night, she didn't smoke, she obeyed traffic laws, even refusing to jaw-walk. She did everything to be well-behaved even this far into adulthood...maybe, this could be something where...it didn't have to be picture-perfect, or for the sake of being 'the right option'. Just, something a little, less than ideal, even unhealthy in a way...as long as it felt good. The little squeeze and somberness in Sam's voice, the owl-eyed near-jumper had finally reached that first step towards sober, and this allowed her more natural observational skills to kick in. Sam sounded sad to...she sounded plenty sad. It reminded her a bit of her bestie Leslie, she would open up eventually each time, but she always seemed to hesitate for the first 10 or so minutes, because her reasoning was legit diagnosed depression, so even if things were perfect in her life, she could feel profound misery, and that guilt at being upset over 'nothing' was something Alyssa needed to chip against before coaxing out that pain for her to help carry for her friend, which, she generally happily did. Strangely, being able to more noticeably comprehend this fellow forlorn soul, made this moment more comfortable, bearing her own soul, while cathartic in this after glow, was still icily uncomfortable for her, but, witnessing the woe of someone else and getting to help? She actually felt more at home in that scenario. "Well," Her pulse felt a little fast as she understood the full position she had finagled herself in, finally. Alyssa had squirmed her little way between Sam's legs, sitting on the ground in front of her lap and then smashed chest to chest, with arms around each other, the intimacy being less and less easy to view platonically the more 'awake' Alyssa was becoming, "I mean, umm," Her blush was turning from a dusty drunk pink to a flustered cherry red, "if you're down for it, uhh, then, I take it back, I-It wasn't a joke," She turned her face to laugh into the crook of Sam's neck, though she was acutely aware that her breath was brushing right against her skin, lips almost on the side of her throat, and, ok, nope, getting too 'aware of the world' ah, uh-oh, feelings, feelings, "It would be nice to repay you for the whole...well, I feel like I need more action based appreciation because, like, just saying, 'Hey, thanks for keeping me from jumping off the roof,'" She chuckled weakly to dull the sting, "that, just feels like, uh, not enough, he," She was...her brain was working a lot more now, mostly just a film over her vision, but her cognitive function felt more or less clear...but...even then, the hug stayed...so comfy. She pressed down a bit more purposefully, though this time she was semi-aware of her robed-puberty-blessings nuzzling against a toned abdomen with a more modest bust being allowed to use her 'shelf' as a perch, she wasn't trying to seduce or anything, not actively at least, she was just aware of her body again? But continued to not allow it to stop her as her snowy hands pressed against Sam's shoulder blades and, expertly, she tried to 'shift the tone' of the embrace, pulling the woman into her, "So, you really could also use a hug then?" Implying she had previously thought that was just cover to comfort the crimson-haired-wreck, "you said...' I get sad too sometimes...and I try to tell myself I'm better off around' ?" Alyssa's attentive mannerisms seemed to be slowly pushing aside her own somberness, and to be fair, the catharsis of balling-in-someone-safe-arms certainly made it feel less like a strain than ever before as she used her smashing chest to lean up, blue-and-gold lens-covered eyes finding lush orbs, "Misery recognizes misery," They had already been so heck in bold with breaking the touch barrier so far, and it would be nice to keep avoiding her own bruised-ego with consideration towards someone else, so with a subtle gulp in her porcelain throat, her left hand drifted up, and a couple fingers brushed back some of those curly short brunette tresses atop her head, finger nails brushing against the front of her scalp just at the crest of her brow, "You're the only one who knows my biggest secret, I'd love to return the accidental favor, if maybe that would begin to show my thanks... Not like I'd even be in a place to judge, let alone want to, which-which I wouldn't... I'm not the judgmental type." It didn't feel right, not under these circumstances - she didn't want to push her luck. . . They were making it so hard though. She wanted to be more than her savior from the ledge at that moment, she wanted to be her everything. Alyssa was beyond cute, exactly her type, her manic pixie styling, her bad jokes, her chest, a pang of guilt striking her at that moment as she thought about it so close to hers, her rump no different, she could feel her body so close, so close she could practically squish her like a blow pop or. . . Well, other things. Not that she was a goon or a perv, just, Alyssa was. . .perfect, in her own fucked up way, and she in her own fucked up way wanted her. From her trendy (she thought) owl glasses with the thin metallic rims to her cherry blotched face and bright funky hair, she really was adorable - or, worth adoration at least, adorable may have crossed a line into a realm she wasn't necessarily keen on entering. Whatever the case, it was impossible not to attach feelings if lust to her, under any other circumstance Samantha would be a blundering mess of awkward compliments and unsure blurts about, well. . . She'd never done well with girls she was attracted to really but at this moment it seemed easy enough to fake it, probably because she wasn't specifically trying to work anything out of Alyssa. . . Her failed dating attempts often came from her inability to connect with people through text or phone, it felt awkward and forced, and she had so much time to consider that she often didn't even feel genuine by the time the perfectly crafted response came to mind and shot across the ether to them, bounced around in cyberspace. She just didn't. . . It wasn't her thing is all, then meeting seemed worse, what if she couldn't compete with the vision of herself she'd created, what if she couldn't compete with her hair or jacket or bike or whatever she put in front of her less than. . . That was just it, less than, in almost every intimate situation since that one, she is feltless than, all the piercings and cool garments, the wicked motorcycles and aggressive workout routines couldn't save her from her own less than OK self. Maybe it was shitty, maybe it was something different, maybe it was the fact she'd met her at her lowest, but she didn't feel like being anyone but a genuine support to Alyssa was necessary, she didn't have her guard up. . . Not like that, it was hard to explain, her budding feelings even harder to grapple with them presently. Alyssa was laughing into her neck, hot breath rippling over taut skin. . . She wanted to feel that all day, the soft, warmth but ultimate weight of her breasts just above her own, fucking hell. Under any other circumstance it would be impossible not to proceed to another base so to speak. She could smell her tears and her shampoo, smell her skin, feel it. Then she seemed to double down. "Ye-yeah," she shuddered in response, she really did need a hug, and she had said those exact words, ". . . Not like, I just. Off,"my parents hate me, my brothers kinda make it alright, I'm lonely and life just isn't working out how I had hoped. It was hardly the shining gold 'date me' recommendation, but they were both being honest. Misery recognizes misery. . . So she didn't have to say it, not out loud. Her own slate eyes stared back into the leased beauty's, still puffy and pink from crying, the rest of her was puffy and pink really - she just radiated that warm pink vibe. One of her eyes lidded, flinching slightly as a hand climbed up toward her brow and adjusted a few stray curls of brunette. If she let it get long enough, her hair got tangled and curly by itself, evidenced by what happened when she washed out the product, leaving her with a strange sort of messy shag hawk. It felt nice, felt intimate, it felt like maybe her thoughts while inappropriate and such. . . Less so." You don't owe me anything kiddo," the pet name seeming to stick well enough, her slate eyes softening to earnest acceptance, they were placid though deep thought hid behind. Her eyes were on her kissable lips, there was something she wanted to do, say, it caught in the air, a tense pregnant moment she couldn't quite get through. She wouldn't dare say she owed her a kiss, "Among," a soft hum of a pleased sound escaped, something close to a groan, "Just stick around a while, that'd be good enough for me." in all ways, here, at this moment - in the world, a little longer, "It's not your turn," barely breathing down on the face so close to her own she could see the outline of her reflection in glassy lenses, she could see the same loneliness, would it be so wrong? With the touch barrier long since broken though she took what agency she had over the moment and reached. Her hand took hold of Alyssa's wrist, gentle enough to the touch though her fingers and palm were a might calloused from activity. She carefully lowered the hand to her cheek, letting fingers brush over her brow and temple, "Can you do that for me?" Cynic eyes dropped meekly, seeing through her like she was a window it felt like, Alyssa couldn't be sure if the 'don't owe me' comment was more just a natural thing or if Sam could really so clearly see that a part of the switch up was the troubled-girl's way of emotional-avoidance, but, she had been pretty sincere after all the sobbing, so, it probably wasn't the latter? Right? Or had she become that transparent? She felt further distracted as the nickname persisted, she remembered a few times some guy, or a few dudes, had used the term 'kiddo', it always sounded so fucking condescending, but from out of that boxy jaw now, it just made her feel all melty~It felt like she didn't want Sam to refer to her as almost anything else...though...no...her own name coming from this sculpted person's lips...that, that was also nice. As if to exemplify the impish moniker, her ruby cheeks billowed a little and her lower lip jutted forward as she was informed it 'wasn't her turn', being a bit petulant at her bid for assistance was denied. Her people-pleasing instincts jounced about anxiously, usually this would be the moment she would assist or assure that she wanted to listen, but, some people, when you pushed them, they would actually just clam up more...feel pressured instead of validated, arguable that's what sober Alyssa was want to do, and, they didn't really know each other, Sam sort of knew Alyssa more than anyone else in her life by 5 seconds of depressive happenstance...but Alyssa didn't know Sam.she was not granted entry to the same deep-seated internal vault. Who was she to pry? Other than she wanted to, other than she was feeling selfish, and she wanted to balance out their vulnerability to a more even distribution, she didn't have much of a foot hold to be insisting, and she felt all the more inclined against it as that light over-worked palm clutched her wrist, fitting like a glove within her grasp, and then guided down, so Alyssa could cup her cheek. How was she supposed to ever say no to this face? What was she supposed to be? A god with endless will power??? Alyssa's expression pursed and frowned, there being a little ball of discomfort deep at her belly, it being so odd to not be in the 'comforting' role, despite how much it could go from a privilege to an obligation in her everyday life, drained from never getting to be on the other side, but as her cool vanilla hand held that pale-but-sliiiightly-less-so-cheek, she couldn't really see a reality where she was likely to tell this woman no to a direct request, feeling indebted to her with how self-less she was insisting on being, how caring she was towards a clearly-slightly-disturbed individual, "Yea, I can do that," She whispered and relented, and, by nature rather than foresight, her face leaned forward, the tip of her nose poking the end of Sam's, and her view fell to her mouth as well, and with how soothing the low-key-herculean was able to touch every other way, Alyssa wondered if that sort of exchange would be just as stimulating...if not more so, repeating herself as it felt like their mouths had a magnetic pull towards each other, ". I can do that..." No, quit it. What was she thinking? Ugh, his had sort of happened before. Freshly after the funeral, a part of her wanting to feel alive to escape the thoughts of death, urges she wished to sate...luckily it was only one clumsy casual lay and that inclination was not something she ever indulged in further after that...and surely...surely it was just that bubbling up again...hypersexuality could often be a symptom of grief...she swore she heard that before. Alyssa quickly turned her head and yet again, her face made a home at the crook of Sam's neck, looping her arms around her boulder-shoulders, her body suddenly on fire and a small subtle shift in her hips, trying to snuff out the little flicks of electricity zipping around down there, that was now suggesting she indulge in a whole new reckless sort of behavior. She swallowed, this time not caring that it was kind of loud, as she tried to actively get her mind to stay...well, she needed to be real with herself, a 'Platonic' mindset with this person was no longer an option, but at least she needed to not be straight up perverted, so she chuckled, but it sounded a touch closer to trembling gasps, "Though, seriously, MMM, the cozy meter, is, he, off the...off the charts, so we should probably be careful, feel like we stay like this for too long, we might fall asleep up here, er, well I might, I won't speak for you, maybe you have insomnia or something, I don't know." Ah, rambling, yes good, that wouldn't set off any alarm bells or make this more graceless than it already was...no no Naidoo, she was clearly totally chill and fine. Alyssa was suddenly missing the lack of inhibitions from moments before, never thinking in her life she would crave to be back in a vodka-stupor. Sure it led her to a ledge, but it was starting to seem less embarrassing than this moment. ... Well...no it wasn't, not by a long shot, but still! It was just, everything seemed so vivid all of a sudden. Going from warm to sweltering hot, regardless of the chilly weather. So we should probably be careful, She hit the nail on the head. It was more than just comfy between them, she could feel the heat raising from her partner in crime - much the same she could feel the heat welling up inside her, little pangs of this and that, spicy, arousing drug swooshing through her poor system, she needed to smoke some of that joint or risk going level twelve clinger, or worse, face hugger. To top it off she was rambling now, talking about falling asleep in her arms and rambling. It seemed Alyssa was nearly as hopeless as she was at this point. She wanted to kiss her. She wanted to dip her down from the crook of her neck till she was parallel with the rooftop and kiss her till she forgot all about this, about the edge, about her loneliness, about being comfy or sleepy or sorrowful - if only a kiss could do that all. . . What better location for their first kiss? -as if there might be more. The rooftop without a soul in sight, the glow of the street below reflecting on the clouds above keeping them in some sort of perpetual city scale twilight or radiating oranges and whites. She was beautiful in this light, not cute, not just. "Hay. . . Shh-shh-shh," she reached up and pulled some stray hair out of the other's face, not that she could see it parse, she just wanted an excuse to touch her, to touch her cheek, to brush passed the salt stains to soft bunches of brilliant pink/red." Thank you," Sam would ultimately add, not for sh'ING but rather for agreeing to her condition. "-and no, I am. . . Heheh, I'm insomnia free,"But I'm only human and what happens next cannot be helped. A thousand ways to ask, to try, to hope to make it appropriate to want to take things to the next step came, but instead she broke the silence with "So, ever smoked before?" She smirked." Want to?" it wasn't that she wanted to make her more pliable, or even that she wanted to let her go. . . Just that if she didn't do something she was gonna, there was no helping it. . . Alyssa had to be kissed, but if she was going to be it wouldn't be right this second, probably not even tonight. It hardly seemed fair, as much as she wanted that. The most notable thing about being told so gently to 'shhh', was that it was oddly soothing, and low-key...sent a couple pin-pricks up her spine, or perhaps just something about Sam's voice, in general, made her uncharacteristically pliable, she never really had an instinctual inclination to just, do as someone suggested, well, no, she did, but that was in the name of being helpful, and sometimes she even had to go against it if there was a more 'right' or 'good person' thing to do, like insisting someone come over when they were upset (even if Alyssa was drained) or cancelling plans she looked forward to when she could tell the other wasn't really up for it, but just, the fluffy-haired woman just, it made it so hard to do anything but concede. Her eyes briefly fluttered close as she felt those digits brush through her carmine hair, and, quite literally, she didn't even think she had so much as a post-coital cuddle that was as profound as this. Not super sure if that just meant she was sad...more sad, or if that was a true compliment to Sam's pleasantness. The inquiry though, had her fallow face floating back up out of it's hoodie-nest and she blink-blinked like an innocent bunny, processing the offer. She had never done drugs, never even tobacco, never really had much of a rebellious phase...well, perhaps the ink work hidden beneath her clothes could count, but that was about sentimentality more than anything else. She sucked in a breath, chest swelling, and the need to be reckless in a none-sad-sack way helped to play her vocal cords, "Yea...y-yea, I'd be down to try it, sure." As they shifted, the offer taken, she smiled sheepishly, going into question mode what with the lack of knowledge under her belt, "Umm, is there...is there a certain way you're supposed to do it?" Obviously inhale it... Alyssa let her moonlight fingers tap-tap-tap against one another before her chest with innocent curiosity, "I just mean like, I've heard you are supposed to cough right? Like? If you aren't coughing you're not doing it right because the cough...means something for the...inhalation???" There was a pause and Alyssa tried to lean into what was clearly already quite obvious, usually that being her go to when it came to her neediness in all its forms and fashions, "I just, feel like I should know, ya know, because I'm pretty," She made an X in front of her chin using her forearms, a relic of her childhood during 'drugs bad' week (or whatever it was called), "Straight edge~ So, naturally, I'm not sure," She held the X for two seconds before clapping her hands softly and waiting for further instruction, "But, that maybe, goes without saying, I'll just," She pinched her index finger and thumb at the corner of her lips and then dragged it into a line till the digits stopped at the other corner, in a 'zip it' motion, "Hush for like 5 seconds, so you can, uh, he, actually answer." Nerves were alive and well in this sober bespectacled woman, and putting something else in her system to dim the bashfulness sounded mighty great right about now. With the spectacled girl sprite shifting off her lap Sam smiled gently, she wasn't exactly happy to let her go - there was a certain part of her that went with Alyssa as she stood, a certain part of her that wanted to remain wrapped around her like a coat till. . . Well, forever. She watched it ghost off with Alyssa toward her side of the married apartments fading off into nothing. Samantha crossed the gravel roof and gingerly hopped back up onto her own, taking the ledge between the two (maybe 2–3 feet tall), with ease. Hard Core Parlor wasn't exactly a part-time gig but Cross Fab kept her active enough that she was practically built for this. . . Hoping small ledges with grace. Actively telling herself not to yep! With glee when she made the jump she hurried over to where she'd dropped her joint and blew off some dust from the roll. Back just in time to catch the Straight edge cross Sam blinked once or twice and cocked her head before bursting into laughter, genuine, mirth, gut-laughter that rumbled her tummy and made her throat vibrate with warmth. "Whatever that was, don't ever do it again." She laughed, teasing more than anything, she wasn't a straight edge kid growing up, not that she really did drug a lot either but one of her brothers had let her experiment with him and his older friends because she was 'chill,' it meant she couldn't be part of the sober club and that she really didn't want to be part of the 'younger stoner' club either. She remained a wallflower despite her friendly introduction to pot and lighter party drugs." They say, if you don't cough you don't get off. . . It's not true, there's no real secret. Just inhale, hold it for a sec if you can, take a breath and lead'er'go. It just makes you feel kinda warm and fuzzy, maybe a bit chilled if it works." She mused before retrieving a lighter from her pouch. The small cone lit to life, bits of burning paper scattering in the wind. A thoughtful expression crossed her features as she "Smmmfff. . . Oooauwh," inhaled a long toke, held it for a sec, then exhaled, nodding to her friend liked this, after a few more slow tokes she coughed a few chucks and presented the joint to Alyssa, a smoke that smelled somewhere between flowers, expensive cheese and a blanket of far off skunk spray on the highway billowing from the burnt end." Here. . . Y'know if you want to join the cool kids club." be gay, do crime. Alyssa's head hunched down, quickly hiding her pouty face at the instruction that her dorky meter might have gone over the line a tad too much, nodding sheepishly as she hid behind the red curtain of her hair, though that chorus of laughter certainly softened the blow to her sensibilities, embarrassing, but, mortification didn't hold quite the same sting when proceeded or followed by that from-the-belly reels of mirth from her brunette companion. "Right, check, uh, he, taking it out of the of mental roster." Holy shit the drugs could not be put faster in her system as far as she was concerned. She bit down on her tongue to the point she actually winced, her head giving a single tiny shake of; ow, too much, she could just, hush, like she said she would. Ah, so it was just a rumor one needed to cough, that was good, though, she expected she likely would be either way. She watched intently as Sam demonstrated for her, owl-eyes finally coming out from beneath the cover of amaranth fringe, though her silent watchful gaze was more like a student observing a lecture, but that was genuinely interested in the criteria at least. She tried and failed to keep her nose from scrunching up at the scent, the skunk part really cutting through everything else, but managed to 'fix her face' by the time the smoking implement was held out towards her. Alyssa's hand reach out, took it gently with index and thumb fingers, and stared at it as the reality wound and wound; This would be her first real step into anything illicit, and it was about to be done on a whim with a very friendly, stranger...though...actually, 'stranger' didn't feel right anymore, it hadn't even been a full hour yet, but just, strangers wasn't what they were, they couldn't be what with all the vulnerability, only in a technical sense. Her hesitant blue-yellow eyes took a glance to those emerald irises, and she felt...determined. "Well...be gay, do crime." She muttered beneath her breath before she brought it to her lips, inhaled, and immediately felt a burning sensation in her lungs. Her eyes closed tight, and her head shook left and right as she held her breath, reacting much like a person on they're a 21st birthday taking their first big sip of hard liquor as she fought this foreign unpleasant feeling, not even having a history with tobacco as a screen to help her transition. She wasn't able to hold her breath nearly as long before she began to hack it out, her cloudy breath 'puff' unceremoniously like someone trying to do smoke-signals, but with their mouth, her eyes watering as she opened them back up and tried to cover her shame whether Sam reacted or not, "I'm-" Another cough, "I'm fine," couple hacks accompanied by pumping her own right fist over her collar bone with a 'thwack, thwack', "Ah, that's, so violent for some reason," Though, feeling like maybe continuing would somehow be better, with a deep inhale through her nose, she curled her lips around the moistened tip and took another toke, though this one was slightly less painful, it had its bits of squinting eyes and pained croaking, and then, that seemed like enough for now as she cleared her throat and offered it back, "I assume it gets better over time? H-How long until a person starts to 'feel it' usually? In your experience?" Being a touch away from the woman felt...uncomfy, more uncomfy than a lot of the rest of the night, which was really, really weird if one though about it. And Alyssa didn't feel like 'thinking' much, so, on adrenaline or riding the take-risks-roller-coaster of the night, for better or worse, during the hand-off Alyssa's body sort of followed the withdrawal of the joint, her blue-leggings-legs gradually coasting closer to her taller friend, attempting to seem nonchalant as her hip gingerly bumped against Sam's side, trying to make it seem like she was standing close by so the continuing hand off would be easier, or for warmth, or well, she just didn't explain herself and reacted was the vibe. Though, Alyssa wasn't the most subtle woman, and with her bespectacled eyes doing that school girlish 'look at your crush's face, look down at the ground, look at their face, no down at the ground' thing, her little guise was likely as opaque as professionally polished window-pane. She practically stole the words straight from her mouth, said 'em before she could, but she'd thought it. A warm little tingle inside flicked, "Right?" giving her a little wink on the 'be gay,' honestly, Alyssa hadn't exactly exhibited super gay vibes off her like a flag, not at first, but there was a vibe, and she was on it. . . And besides, back on the roof, they'd gotten closer, and she felt something, Alyssa felt it too - she was sure of that." Oh heck, look at your go." there was a small chuckle she couldn't help but heave out for her new friend who was puffing out plume after plume of stinkin' smoke. That good stink, one that Sam had grown so fond of even when she was driving down the highway and could smell a skunk far off, fields away it gave her a strange comfort, not a craving so much as a fond reminder of her flowered friend back home on her roof. It seemed for a noob Alyssa was willing to go all out, it wasn't a small little huff or puff she was really going for it, Sam admired that, it was beyond cute the way her eyes were watering up and her face scrunching. "Yeah, you're fine." Sam hummed, the double entendre not lost on her but not entirely intentional." Like, fine. . . Uh, y'know, he." smooth as fuck Sam, good for you." Oh, not long, like - your mouth should start feelin' kinda fuzzy, and you just get warmer I guess? Relaxed? -over a couple of minutes. . . I don't know, it's been like, fuck, a long time since I took a break so," there was an awkward moment for her where their fingers touched, she wrapped her hand over Alyssa's and took the joint back as gently as she could but for whatever reason she couldn't help but trail her fingers over hers. . . They were slender, warm, soft, but she already knew that from before. Her whole being been soft, warm, delicate and more, so much more. Once the joint returned to her lips she noted Alyssa getting closer, she was quick to answer by adjusting so they could be touching comfortably - a little more anyway, so it didn't feel like they had to lean one way or another to be close - they just were. From the side of her glance she could catch Alyssa looking at her. Absently she turned her head to look back and gave few blinks before blowing smoke the opposite direction. She was crushing, it was obvious as anything, Alyssa, gay or not, was giving her those eyes. . . Gulp. Fuck. Gulp. Placing a hand over her lips she gave a few chucks of a cough before looking down with subtle hesitation." Y'know Alyssa, it feels really kinda crummy to want t'ch. . ." there was no smooth way to admit this or say it or just push through it. "I really think you're cute, and funny - sometimes not funny too. I want to kiss you, but it doesn't feel like the time or place." Her hand reached for the back of her neck, her arm flexing under her radiant red hoodie, she could feel the heat of embarrassment for being so open about it on her skin, but she was smiling like an idiot anyway. Sam had been turned down once. -oh no, it's not like that. . . Trying to kiss a girl, mortifying, BEYOND mortifying, it had been more than a decade, and she still sat up at night and felt that same sting of rejection and embarrassment even now, she could transport herself back to senior year under the bleachers playing truth or dare with Stacy Lipids. She didn't do much without verbal consent, it just wasn't her. "I mean, I didn't get you high to make out with y'ah." adding to the awkwardness with some sort of defense, she looked off and winced, god she made a mess of this!". . . That didn't come out right," Alyssa had tried to stop herself when her bunny-hopping eyes had met Sam's own glancing green orbs, realizing there was no way she hadn't been 'caught', almost feeling the emotions being recognized, and the little laugh Sam emitted had her skipping heart grabbing the lever to her four-eyed-view and yank it back down to the stone of the stoop of their two apartments they perched upon. 'It feels really kinda crummy to want t'ch'" One might think her eyes would have zoomed back up, but instead, she froze, not in fear or worry, but just, this quiet stillness. The epitome of 'active listening', though upon the 'I want to kiss you' confession, her breath took a gulp of air that made her chest swell, like a chill had gone up her back, but, it was actually warm...very warm. She waited, so as not to interrupt, and the cogs of her mind were a very slow gradual rotation. With her disposition, people didn't consider her the type to do grand gestures or make a first move, but the thing is, every relationship she had been in, if she liked someone enough, she was willing to put herself out there, of all the things that could hurt her feelings, strangely, a possible rejection of a genuine interest just, wasn't one? Perhaps it came to how rare she really felt this pull deep within her belly, it's teaching her if she managed to find someone who could actually make her feel something, she should go for it, because she didn't need another thing to be a source of internal pain. Sam had been brave enough to say something, and actually the fumbling was sort of comforting, was starting to feel a bit intimidating to be the only one tripping all over their words. Silence, just the air of the night, as Alyssa absorbed the information the night had granted her up to this point, and oh, yea, there was the fuzzy mouth feeling, she wasn't sure if the next step was upon her yet, but it didn't matter. It felt good to be honest for once, even if embarrassing, and...she could do it again. She was slow, almost like she didn't want to spook the loftier woman as she placed a hand on the wall exactly beside Sam's hip, to the point her inner forearm brushed against the side of her torso, her head still cast down, playing peek-a-boo with her owl-eyes and bangs, "Sam... I... I'm not drunk anymore, maybe tipsy, but even then, I think it's mostly filtered out, and I've taken 2 single puffs like 10 seconds ago," This was mostly just to put everything in perspective as the amaranth haired woman took a step, rounding the brunette to stand more in front of her, but being so close, she wasn't allowing for a lot of distance, "I...he... I came out here and almost...ended my life. We've tap danced around it but... I'm literally alive right now because of you," The curvy lass's other hand came round to also press against the building wall, boxing Sam in, gingerly sort of pinning her there. Be bold, she could do it, she already knew there were mutual feelings, even if she didn't get as much as she would want out of this, even if it was just for the night, it would be worth it, and if she could take every other god-damn risk under the moon in this hot person's presence, why the fuck not this one? "I don't know about right place or right time, don't even know if I believe something meant to happen can ever be deterred just because of a location, but near-death experiences, all I want is to feel more alive after them, so," Holy fuck, was she really doing this? Alyssa leaned forward, her hands still at Sam's sides, and she gulped as her chest deepened forth, soft orbs squishing into her sinewy upper abdomen, and she finally tilted her head to look up at her, her expression calm, the sort of serene she only ever had for this sort of focus and circumstance, that even fewer people got to see than her tears, "I felt the urge to kiss you the second I put my hand on your cheek just a few minutes ago... I don't," Speaking of cheeks, hers were dispersing more strawberry red over her expression, trying to coat atop the vanilla complexion, though she stayed cozy and pressed up to the brawny awkward-rescuer, half trapping the woman, though it wasn't like she had much ability to force her to stay if the stronger one wished to simply push her back, "If you're worried about me, or think this is some kind of moral issue, I'm afraid I can't let you hide behind that excuse. So... I want to kiss you too, so, if that's what you want, then nothing should be stopping you," She tried to think about what else could possibly be more of a green light than pressing her up against a wall, and, since she was just throwing-it-all-to-the-wind, Alyssa gulped, her whole head a little cherry, and she carefully squirmed her right leg between Sam's knees and pressed it up into her inner thigh, not fully doing 'the knee thing', but coming within a whisper of it, just so no thoughts of possible straightness could exist any longer," do it." It was a marvel she didn't faint with how light-headed she had become, but just, this night was like its own little pocket dimension, her usual inclinations for 'proper', even if quirky, behavior bubbled up, sure, but ultimately were pulled far away into the tide, being repeatedly drowned, and what was left was just a woman who desperately wanted to know what it was like if she just did what she desired instead of acted how she knew other people wanted. Her manic pixie girlfriend in the making started taking verbal inventory of her status, of whether she was able to truly consent to more than just cuddles and dope. She wasn't drunk, not anymore, by her own admission anyway. She didn't seem drunk though, she seemed in complete control of her faculties despite the heavy stains from tearing up not so long ago, puffy pink lids and a touch of rouge on her nose - never mind her cheeks, god she was something, something else. Not wincing but visibly pained by her breakout number - the final dance of their 'tap show' as it were. . Almost ended my life. . . It was true she supposed though she wished it weren't, she'd rather think Alyssa would have' come to her senses all on her own, but it was exactly what it was, it felt strange taking pride in so she compartmentalized it instead, thought of it as. . . Just another ripple, far away, an echo of a rhythmic tapping. There were more pressing matters to focus on - Sam backing into the wall behind her as Alyssa pinned her there. Weed and alcohol on her breath, something sickly sweet mixed with fire. Flavored Vodka presumably." Alyssa. . ." Barely breathing her name Samantha withered before her as her pillow chest pressed against her own chiseled torso. Big gulp, this wasn't like with Stacy, not at all. Her insides were lurching forward - urging the rest of her to follow, with her pink partner waxing romantic she felt no hesitation in wrapping her arms around the other, wherever they'd fit, one around her back on the small, the other resting on her hip, their arms touching here and there - it felt similar to before but a different charge to it, It was a mood really, she understood that emotion vicariously enough. Wanting more than just the crushing blow of emotion that came with a break of character, or so, that's how she in her self-seeking most place comprehended Alyssa's words. Maybe that wasn't it, after all, she'd never herself quite gotten to the ledge even if she'd contemplated the world without her. . . When Sam changed herself after the most crushing blows of her adult life, not the death of family but rather the death of a relationship she'd made her world, Sam changed everything about herself, she leaned into the new her, kissing girls on rooftops didn't seem like the most reckless of behavior to participate in." It's not that," Samantha assured Alyssa in earnest, it wasn't a moral dilemma of whether she could see someone potentially suicidal or anything like that. People had faults, it was scary, it was a risk, but Sam wasn't perfect and really - she didn't think high enough herself to say whether she was worth more. Maybe if her backbone was strong as her biceps she'd consider it some sort of red flag but with her codependency in full swing there were jellyfish with more spine. I want to kiss you too, Greenlight. Before she could simply lean forward and capture lips with her own though - Alyssa straddled over her thigh and into the crook between, pressing against the firm inside of her leg. . . The arm on her back slid upward, fingertips just below the junction between shoulder blades, her fingertips flirting with hair and hood both. Alyssa was the perfect size to take up in her arms and she would have done just that if not for the precarious position of her knee, not quite engaged but warm enough to promise she may be soon enough. Do it, Advance green, turning into the other Samantha didn't need another three invitations to do just that. She closed her eyes and "MNG, such," gave her the first cursory smooch of many to come, more a peck really. "Such, mph, such. . . Smch," several more demanded by their mixed passions, Sam's hand on Alyssa's hip bringing gripping her, rising to her side to pull and urge - as if they could be any closer than they already were. "Oath, mm," a deep breath followed by a heated affirmation, the taste of weed and Alyssa on her wet lips, Foreheads pressed together briefly, then lips married again, Sam parting Alyssa's and dipping her tongue inside, this wasn't a moment to be bashful - oh no, Sam wasn't kissing her with reserve, she wasn't kissing her like the awkward mumbling woman who asked permission but rather like a forlorn lover ignited, like a long-lost love, like first love, she kissed her without regard, with abandon, with p an s s i o n a plenty, like she needed her, and they'd only just met. That's what she needed, Sam was searching, was praying, was hoping for someone to throw herself into. Selfish as it was, Alyssa was perfect. Alyssa exhaled deeply through her nose as the two had their first kiss, no regard for the sadness if this would be their only, or too much excited focus if this would be the beginning of many, heart strings connecting through their lips and then like a string of sparklers seeping into the cold of her veins lighting her all up inside, living just 'in the now'. Oh, thank gods, fuck, he ha. She hadn't so much had been bluffing but more so just holding in that sort of heavy stone of air in her lungs to only be let go when it was aware whether it be in disappointment or exuberance. Lips opened, tongue gingerly greeting tongue as she delightedly let it swirl-swirl, in a sweet 'hello there~' dance. The amaranth haired one melted beneath the hands on her hips and back, holding her tighter, humming, "Mummy~" as the rosy sweet hue of blossoming affections painted the metaphorical air around them. It felt good. It felt close. Furthermore, it was its own intoxication...that Alyssa never wanted to become sober from. The heat was rising, an inferno between their bellies as the stronger lass seemed to be releasing her own heartache through their touch, what was left unsaid, unlike the over-sharing Alyssa had been doing, and so, it felt like this was a way to marginally assist in some semblance of a manner to how she had received, Alyssa had needed words, maybe Sam was more a touch-talker. Both her snowy hands pulled from the wall in order to take hold of cheeks, lovingly trapping their lip-lock even further, smooth palms up against boxy jawline. Her chest continued to nuzzle forward against her, like soft creatures burrowing, and, not so much to imply anything but more so to just enjoy and indulge, that leg that wormed between thighs rewrote higher and, then she really was 'doing the knee thing'. It could be blamed on the fact that leaning forward to get as close together as possible made it more necessary considering their positioning, so perhaps not a direct 'lets jump into the deep end', but more a whisper of 'wouldn't be against it'. Feeling her knee nudge-nudge at the crest of Sam's pelvis, knowing there was likely a bit of...stimulation consequences, a bit of pressure without being too overtly lewd, as, again, could simply be blamed on the way they were standing. Hamm, it was warm here, so warm, and now that weed was overtaking booze, she was more aware of the chill in the air and caught further solace in Sam's fire. Hands slowly slipped up her head till they found that short little mop of brown hair, and curled her fingers, pulling the locks into her fists, giving it the most gentle of tugs, though their faces were about as smashed together as they could be while also still being sensual. 'Holy shit' her insides twisted with heated need as they kissed deeper and deeper still - as their tongues met, and it tasted and felt just like she'd imagined, just like she'd wanted. It was hot, wet, slippery and tasted like watermelon, genetically altered and bleached sugars, the bite of vodka and remnants of dope - a nice mixture, a new mixture, Alyssa's. Alyssa's hands had found her cheeks at some point in the session and just past that her knee, oh god, her knee." Hnn-nng," a needy sort of sound infused into her kiss, it was too much! She could feel her cheeks tingling with heat under Alyssa's hands, that same heat dizzying like drugs she'd yet to do, oh fuck, personally Samantha didn't quite adore her jaw line, it was a point of contrition, when her initial need for pumped iron and acid soaked muscles came from a desire to get thin but try as she might, she couldn't change her bone structure - her face always looked wide, no helping it, at least it matched her sinewy neck as the intentions of her workout changed to bulking up. It seemed Alyssa however, treasured it, the way she held her face was nothing short of how one would hold something prized, precious, precariously close to. . . "Fifth," fucking melt down. Between the knee pressing against her groin, the hands on her jawline, the breasts upon her modest shelf, the lips - oh goodness, those lips. . . It was too much not to return it all with her own fevered affections, she pressed her lips against Alyssa's with yet another moan her hands repositioning on her rear, thick strong fingers sinking into pillow flesh - firm groping hands making themselves known, practically urging Alyssa off her legs and into her mouth the way she did. If it wasn't clear already Alyssa was practically featherlight in her arms. Sex was nothing new, nothing unfamiliar, though particularly. . . Well, she'd never expected it to go that direction, but this wasn't the sort of kissing that stopped at kissing. It was quickly evolving to more than just making out - Alyssa's cotton clad knee saw to that. Was it so wrong for her to want more so quick? Was it so wrong for her to start grinding her flat pelvis and mound into the knee and thigh so kindly pressed there? Was it so wrong to say "You're so ff, -"The kiss broke and there on the fire escape she confessed "You're so pretty Alyssa, I won't make you blue. I promise." She meant it too, it wasn't just a heated promise because well, Alyssa was making every effort to arouse her to the point me might just say something like a promise she couldn't keep. With that one hand reached up and stole Alyssa's hand from her cheek, pulling it down and placing it on her chest over her heart - furiously beating, lungs climbing and dropping with excitement. . ." Mph, I swear," She promised their hands over her heart, lips kissing at Alyssa's upper lip, cheek, jostling and bumping her glasses with her nose all the while. Once her heart crossed promise was made she lowered the hand toward her breast, letting Alyssa's go once it was there - moving her own to match it on a far lovelier handful. Still firmly holding and massaging ass in one hand, her other now on Alyssa's soft breast she didn't need a map, her lips back to their partner. Hot-hot-heat swelling between her legs, thumping, throbbing, every rub drawing her closer to a place where 'the knee thing' and light patting simply would not do it! Soft little echoes of moans, muffled panting into kiss after kiss, the beginning of their sensual little song. "Hhmmm!~" Was yelped and echoed in the pillow one's throat as fingers kneaded down into her cushy backside, not much of a bank, but she did have 2 sets of modest weight dumbbells she used for squats at home, her exercise regimen healthy but severely more lax than her make-out partner, so there was a nice handful, almost a perfect fit for her spread and kneading fingers, the friction and massage causing Alyssa to buck forward softly, knee rubbing back and forth over the nook-of-lust, truly a bit by accident this time, a few electric zaps of want passing around below her own waist. Alyssa's half lidded eyes looked like fire flies over a circular pool when the kiss broke momentarily, her hips flinching faintly as the tension beneath her blue leggings was being more and more added onto, her teeth softly catching on her bottom lip as Sam interjected a bit of sweet assurance, the romantic taste of it closer to a long-time relationship as opposed to a at most an nourish? Interaction. A completely sane person might say it was too soon to utter something with such depth, but, could say the exact same thing about word-vomiting her deepest sources of grief beforehand too, so, what the fuck ever. She nodded, believing but also a bit of desperation to continue, though she noticed her hand being guided down, and her fingers spread and expertly cupped from the underside when she was essentially given free-reign to grope, eyes rolling back into her head as the synapses were alive and shooting in her brain as her budding-romance's wider palm took up one of her own globular masses, spilling between and over her fingers due to a considerable larger size. The undulating and feeling went on for a few moments longer, a growing 'pinching' feeling getting more and more apparent between her thighs, the kisses getting a bit more imprecise to allow freedom of passions. It didn't feel like enough, the more they kissed, the less it felt like enough. And then it was the amaranth one's turn to break the smacking lips, the breaths having fogged up her glasses a little, making her gilded-sapphire gleam all the more illuminating, and she pressed forward, warm cheek nuzzling warm cheek as she whispered into Sam's ear, being a bit playful, but also, sincere, both bands cupping and carefully kneading up against her chest as though to add to the 'hug' of her words, "Ditto~" She gulped, and suddenly dropped to her knees. Alyssa looked up, hands held high, still groping for as long as they were able until she settled into a 'proper ladylike' seat on her lower legs between Sam's feet, her gliding palms over Sam's torso and heading down for the hem of her pants, Alyssa's face already level with...the 'stirring' she had no doubt created with her kneeing, though her owl eyes stayed looking up into emeralds. "Is this ok?" Her right hand came to her hemline, fingers curled, slipping down and already being skin-to-skin with the top of her pubic-line, and her left hand slipped beneath that bright sweat-shirt, trailing along the strong abdominal lines that resided, her cool skin probably a bit of a shock considering the weather, before warming up in seconds as the tips of her fingers found the bottom of her bra, tucking just beneath the band, but waiting before taking the next step where privates would stop being so private between them. It just, there couldn't be any wondering or 'I'm kinda ok with it', inclinations. Enthusiasm was the only way. In there position on the roof with Alyssa's knee grinding up against her most tender of junctions, it was far from perfect but at that moment she could hardly ask for more. Most people in this sorta hypersexual, high emotion, high exposure sorta gig might feel 'like a kid again,' but Sam had no wild oats sewn, no crazy experience to draw from, this was something new entirely and twice as electrifying for it. The more they kissed, the more need grew, but it was an insatiable sort, one she knew would be more than just difficult to sate in their current position. . . With Alyssa now groping her breast, pinching and tugging at sensitive flesh - the next step was more than hoped for, more than affirmed by a throaty sorta growl, an admission rumbling in her chest. Her eyes were closed, her face taken by lust entirely, mouth slightly agape taking wild breaths as "Ohm'ff," she heard the other adjust, felt her adjust, no longer grinding up against her or pinning her to the wall, no longer filling her hands with her shapely rear but rather felt her shoulders after a shift. One eye slid opened and spied Alyssa looking at her crotch, she knew between a layer of cotton was a drenched through set of hip-hugging panties and her aching snatch, desperate for more than just heavy patting and groping, they were doing this. "Yeah, I want this," a gulped breath, her eyes slid back shut, and her head tilted back helping Alyssa. Her hands retreated from Alyssa's shoulder, one brushing over her ear and taking a moment to cherish the soft touch of her cheek, adjusting her glasses back into place - a tender gesture, one she didn't really think of at the moment. Samantha had jostled, smudged and fogged up the lenses several times over - least she could do was return them to their perch. The moment was short-lived though as her fingers reached Alyssa's and started to tug at the waist of her sweats, it wouldn't be long before her flat core and musclebound hips were in sight, black pole-fiber panties, dark gray - all but black around her crotch where her lust had soaked through." I want you, Alyssa," thumb and fingers taking hold of bright red strands, tenderly caressing her crown, daring to look down - hoping beyond hopes she wasn't looking up at her for her expression was desperate, needy, vulnerable, there she was, giving up another piece of herself. . . Only this, this was different. This wasn't giving up a piece of herself for society or to look a certain way, it wasn't giving up a piece of herself to seem cooler or more in command of a typical lifestyle, she was giving up a piece of her strength, a piece for Alyssa, to Alyssa, she was handing over power to someone, not something. It may have been difficult, but it was simple, so long as Alyssa was true, so long as Alyssa held onto that piece of Samantha's. . . Maybe, just maybe she had more to give. Over her flat crotch, the plate of flesh slightly unkissed it seemed, as if one could believe it when she tugged at the band of her panties the flesh they obscured was even lighter, a small, tasteful bush kept tame above just peeking through the clinging material ". . . Please," hoping slender fingers should soon assist with the final steps, leave her panties and sweats in a puddle around her ankles, or even bunched around her knees, she didn't care, whatever gave Alyssa access, purchase, presence on her waiting puss. The little readjustment to her clouded spectacles, the lustful urgency in her vocal cords, and as she helped to begin and partially-disrobe.fuck. The need in her face. It was so endearing and hot and sweet and, ah, everything was fuzzy, the whole word around them felt as though it were melting away, that 'pocket-dimension' feeling returning stronger than ever. It was just the two of them now. No judgements from either to be given. Just a drive towards experiencing each other. The face Sam made, she wished she could take a picture so she could look at it whenever she wanted, keep it under her pillow and look at it before drifting to sleep, though, she doubted the sight of even so much as a memento would stop her from feeling these same lascivious inclinations, so, maybe not a great help for sleep. Something about that sort of look always worked on Alyssa, and it was certainly a bit comforting to not be the only one so vulnerable between them now, even though she was the one on her knees, she also felt the power exchange had shifted, somehow in the lead from down there. Anticipation as she rather confidently stared up into her soon-to-be-lover's face, hints of bashfulness, of longing. Her thighs squeezed and, ignited by her own burning, she reached her right hand to her own lips, a bit of her inhibitions once more diluted by carnality and weed, not feeling bashful as she opened her mouth and slipped her middle and ring finger in to the knuckle just before the last one, then sucked down, dragging the digits out, having dispersed what she deemed as enough of her own saliva upon them, though the blot at the near-amazonian's garment hinted perhaps that wasn't needed, but, as far as she was concerned, extra slickness never hurt, and then, not being able to wait any longer than the sinewy one before her, Alyssa's left hand yanked down that gray and black garment, along with the sweats, pulling them to the knee, in case they needed to be pulled back up in a hurry, and as though she had a map, her soppy digits found two petals, spread them apart, and then slipped both in down to the first knuckle, playing in the shallows of Sam's little pool. Her eyes finally closed, and her tongue lulled out fully, burying her face at the point of those sculpted hips, nose burying against that modest bush, and once more, like a magnetic pull, her tongue found that little nub of nerves and pleasure, and she simply pressed down on it, letting her tongue memorize its outline, completely covering it with her mouth-muscle, giving the brunette a brief moment to get used to the sensation before her fingers puuuuushed further, naturally curling, searching for that extra bit of stimulation. Then, once she had completely disappeared her fingers, submerged in this warm lubed tunnel, her tongue began it's work, and it began to circle. Swirl, swirl, swiiiiiirl. Outlining the bump as though she were going to have to draw it at some point by memory. After the 7th circling her fingers began to gradual AAAAA their way back out of her little canal, fingertips wiggling over the segments of the walls, and then, when it was just the points, they dove back in, a bit faster, the wet 'bap' of the invasion a bit noisier in the night air, and then again, pulling, wriggling, lookout, and then Backing with heightened speed. As the finger thrusting began to pick up pace, the little 'bap' noises turning into a consisting drumming, Alyssa found it time to sink down further, lips landing all around her clit, pulling it into her mouth, and giving a deep 'slurry' from the back of her throat, pulling and tugging as though on a tiny tasty gumdrop. Samantha watched on with a certain amount of palpable arousal, it was clear on her face, she was surprised. With everything she'd grown to know about her new lover-to-be, she seemed like a very wholesome girl, very. . . Sweet and warm, it was a juxtaposition she didn't entirely know how to reconcile any other way than groaning "Fun'ck. . ." Her insides trembled, she felt herself churning inside in the most desperate of ways, the need to be touched overcoming her entirely as knuckles passed plump, kissable lips. As it retreated Sam reached over her body and pushed back her curly, mostly limp hair, still damp from washing earlier but regaining some of its natural shape. Panties yanked down Sam hulled over Alyssa, watching her in their little secret world atop the streets of their city. It was hardly hidden, anyone through the alley might have seen but at this hour it was unlikely and if they kept just quiet enough -- "Hnnngsth!" the whine escaped her in earnest, at first touch she bellowed out of her belly - "S-sorry," not meaning to get quite so loud from such a little gesture. . . But still, this moment was beyond typical, she could have melted in her stance right there, flipping giant tires or running through a mud track had nothing on a Tango with Alyssa. Spread and then inside of her entrance the fingers made short work of her defenses, but that wasn't what really got her going. The hand that had pierced the tangle of her damp hair was soon on her lips, the other resting gently on Alyssa's crown. She bit her finger to stifle any moans as the hot-hot-heat of a wet mouth on her hood tried to force out more than just a warbling moan. It seemed Sam was quite sensitive, at least to Alyssa's touch, maybe in general but judging by her hysterics - Alyssa was touching all the right places in her journey for purchase. Expert tongue and precious lips peeled back her hood and started working at her pearl, all the while Samantha's shelf climbed and depressed with each breath, "Of'f-fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck. . ." Alyssa's muscular partner carried on, that hand she'd been chewing on now pinching and groping at her bust though the other remained tangled up in Alyssa's hair keeping her close, not that she was going anywhere." Ooou, y'ah," Sam was tight, her insides compressed, spasm a plenty on the fingers inside. It had been a while since. . .well, she was generally more akin to external pleasure, certainly when it came to servicing herself. It wasn't to say it hurt, but there was an extra amount of friction to the act, a certain amount of resistance that made it all the more weakening. "Y'ah, JS. . . Just like they'. . ." she could hear it in her ears, the steady patting of knuckles against her, feel it too, she could hear the wet, sloppy sounds and coo's of Alyssa's tongue and lips. . . "Among," it made her wilt, made her weak.-to think, Samantha though Alyssa was done. Just when she was growing used to her fingers inside, just when her poor little clit was accustomed to the swirling and suckling upon her clit, the whole act took an urgent turn. "Out! Oh-ho-mmmng," she hunched over a little, a tightness in her fired belly telling her she was close. With Alyssa chewing gum and dipping deep inside it was hard not to get loud, louder. She kept her lips pinned eyes sliding shut, snapping more like, locking. "Hnnngggg!!!" She didn't want to cry out, but it was clearly right behind those pinned lips. "Don't stop, don't stop, doo-doo't stamp," did however make it through as her hands now gripped either side of Alyssa's head, making sure of that, making sure she had nowhere to go as her insides started to force out the fingers inside, constrict and spasm with slippery delight, her entire body tightened, traps and pecs, her thighs, they all lit up with steely cords of raw strength as Sam threw her head back and shook on the fire escape, the entire structure rattling gently against firebrick. . . A moment of silence came over her, she hung there in the cool night, sweat on her face chilling. . . And then she fell to her knees in front of Alyssa, trying to kiss her face, trying to wrap her up, trying to show her gratitude forgetting her there, with ease no less, it had been "Fuck, that was crazy. . ." explained in breathless sexed stupor. Alyssa was more or less blissfully unaware of Sam's drop and rise in volume, at least beyond the point of personal satisfaction to her own ears, it being a rather silly thing, the stocky woman briefly apologizing for crying out, only for it to fuel the passion and determination of the woman below, as though she were trying to get the woman to be even louder in her satisfaction, so Alyssa could drink the ambrosia even more pridefully. Each fuck-fuck-fuck helped the pastoring of her fingers and lapping of her tongue, until the breathy stuttered instructions of 'just like that' had the rosy woman latch onto the exact tempo, staying steadfast and steady to her exact motions of slurping that happy-button and poking the slippery cavity when she had been told the way it was best received. This activity alone had her own underwear feeling rather slick, a little splotch of salaciousness no doubt also located beneath her leggings, pleasuring a partner always being the biggest foreplay to her own wanting. She felt more than content when her vermilion head was collected between two strong comfy hands, helping the intimacy on her end quite a bit. It could sometimes, as much as it was a turn on, also get sort of lonely when performing oral. People didn't tend to touch her as she did so, which she understood, usually their hands were busy grabbing the pillow or blankets, so, valid explanation, but it always helped her feel a bit closer, a bit...safer, to have someone's fingers laced through her red-satin locks, more affectionate titillation. Her thighs squeezed tight as the sculpted woman tensed from head to toe, index and ring fingers feeling coiled like a water snake was wrapped about them, and a little by-proxy moan of her own echoed and reverberated from her mouth to Sam's clit as she convulsed and crashed into a crescendo. The quake of the finish reverberated down the curvy one's own body, the little mound of her own sensual nerve-ending thumping and pleading for similar treatment as she pulled off, a little power line of saliva and arousal between Sam's pelvis and Alyssa's lips, snapping off when she was about 5 or so inches away, and her fingers 'shliiiicked' out as well, coated like icing on 'lady fingers'. Though that was quickly followed by the statuesque one's decent to her own knees, Alyssa holding her arms out, thinking for a second it was a fall, not a willing sit, though giggling upon seeing that gratified and slightly dopey expression, holding her non-sex stained hand up between their lips, cooing, "Wait, hold on," and considerately whipping her middle digits off at the side of her thighs and then using her sleeve to scrub her moistened mouth, to be thoughtful of the flavor of the kiss, and then guiding Sam forward, "There we go, come 'ere." Hands fit perfectly along that square jaw again, and like a siren pulling a sailor into a wave, she brought their lips together in sweet fuzzy 'smeck's. Forget 'too soon', forget 'rushed', forget 'risky-behavior-brought-on-by-adrenaline-and-trauma'. This was perfect. She wrapped her arms behind the floppy-haired one's neck, arching her back so that her comfy cushion chest could provide a bit of foundation for the cloud-9-drifter to lean against as they kissed, easing her through her afterglow. It was interesting though, even as Alyssa could feel her love-box aching, having been ramped up by witnessing such a release, her heart pounding against her ribs like war-drums, she made no active move to directly request, verbally or physically, for reciprocation. This was where her more Clara-seen nuances came back in. It was easy to be bold and assertive when attending to others, it was pure people-pleasing actions after all, she did it emotionally in a chipper quirky way, so it made sense to sexually be like this as well, even if some sort of were surprised, but, she had a complex, it was tough, even in established relationships to sort of, ask to receive. She always just thought, if a person wanted to, they would, and if she had to ask, well, what if they felt pressured to give? Like, in a scenario like this, it was about mutual want, enthusiasm in motion. She didn't want anything but that. She didn't want to give the idea that intimacy was transactional. Though, it didn't help that a decent amount of her past lovers were very much...well, that's the thing about 'givers' they often attract 'takers'...takers that only take. So, despite this being her natural inclination, she did often end up with forlorn in her belly as very often the 'if they wanted to they would' she learned 'ah...so they didn't want to.' which as understanding as she was, still had its a little bit of pain and pent-up senses. It didn't stop her shoulders from jolting every few seconds and hips to shift side to side, her body knowing what it wanted while her brain was attempting to have a more healthy, just let things happen if they happen, mindset. No pressure, don't insinuate there is pressure, b-because there isn't. Wanting and pressuring were different, it, this was fine. Sam blinked, looking genuinely befuddled for a moment "Whey," she didn't quite understand what Alyssa was doing - in the throes of passion all bets were off for the stocky girl, a kiss dipped with the taste of lust, her own no less - felt far from off limits after what they'd just done, though it felt sorta sweet too. She didn't judge her for it by any stretch, it was just different. All she could do was give a simple sort of smile for the consideration before kissing her, lips still tingling with the aftershocks of orgasm. Her body felt weak, weak like she'd run a marathon in the cold. Her legs were burning with exertion and her core tight. Acid splashed across splayed muscles till they found respite on the fire escape, in tonight's lover's arms. . . Not that there were any others to speak of. The thrill of it all was almost too much to really fathom, so many layers of excitement, she'd probably crossed off a few items on a bucket list tonight if she had one.-sex with a complete hottie/stranger.-sex on a rooftop.-whateverthisfeeling is. . . Pulling her sweats back up her rotund behind, sculpted like the rest of her, she gasped a few breaths and pulled into the other for something more than a hug. Her larger body curling around Alyssa she clawed at her back, tugging on her sweater, it was too cold to take it off, but then, she wanted to feel her underneath. With her lips she kissed and nipped and suckled at exposed flesh, cheek, jaw, neck and collar. Her hands had advanced lower from back to rump for a squeeze. There was so much she wanted to do with the bright red sprite she was currently wrapped around, she wanted more than just a heated collection of moments on the rooftop, more than an anxious finger fuck exposed completely. . . That wasn't an option though so with that in mind she took what she could and snaked a hand between them. Not quite inviting herself inside just yet Sam's large, strong hand took Alyssa by the palm, her index and middle finger feeling the heat of her snatch through a thin layer of cotton. It wasn't that she owed her or wanted to return the favor so much as Sam wanted this every bit as much as Alyssa had wanted to do it to her. She needed to express her feelings, her emotion, her intimacy and need for the fiery beauty before her - regardless of their sorted first impression she felt every bit attracted, crushing, lusting, all of the above and more. . . She needed this, so while one arm held her lover close the other, betwixt their thighs, groped and explored. Once satisfied with feeling up she retreated. "C'mere," Sam sat back against the wall and spread her legs, track pants barely up her hips still. She offered a seat for Alyssa against her, a big bear hug prepared for her. "Get in my lap, we're not done here." a winning grin slicking her features as she pulled her hair back and tried to style it any other way than its current state. Alyssa watched with a sweet simper behind her enamored, and now, slightly weed-reddened eyes, as Sam fidgeted to get clothed again, it being a cute sight to see the sinewy one in her slap-happy afterglow before the voluptuous lass was yanked into a tighter hold, and her breath hitched as she felt nails against her back, sparks dancing along her throat as it was kissed and nipped, the flesh there extremely sensitive as she was quickly sent from giggles to carnal-need, something Sam really seemed to have a true talent for even in such a short time, at least when it came to the owl-eyed lady, "o-Oh~ Ah~" Her pelvis jolting forward as hands kneaded into rounded bottom flesh, each cheek being a near perfect fit for those palms, just a bit of the more taut flesh spilling springy between digits, and then, she felt that wandering touch reach back beneath, and she yipped and hid her face into the crook of Sam's neck, knowing that even through the blue leggings, there would still be moisture waiting for those lightly coarse digits, her excitement soaking through rather drastically, not unnaturally, but close. She began to twitch and undulate faintly, feeling the drumming only 'thump' louder when a digit would catch just over the little flower-bud still buried beneath cloth, electric shocks with ever brush over her clit. Her hand held Sam's tight as soon as it snatched hers up, her other left to take a fistful of that gym-hoodie over a rocky shoulder as she leaned into that python-grip embrace, never wanting to be let go, "Ah~ S-Sam~" Her blue-yellow-splattered eyes blinked as the brunette propped herself up and became the most inviting seat ever, those big arms beckoning as though they were magnets. "No need to tell me twice~" A girlish giggle erupted from just how surgery that eagerness looked, or maybe, more like 'felt', and Alyssa crawled over, anticipation on her smiling pixie face, not sure is she should sit with her back against or away, so splitting the difference. The ample lass sat squarely in that cozy lap, her left side against Sam's torso while the right pointed away, being a bit impish and scooting her rear left and right even though she was already 'in place' grinding down upon that freshly gravitated region as she bated her eyelashes to keep the levity going, trying to make sure her eagerness didn't come off to 'expectations', though her thighs stayed a bit open, not wanting to impede anything considering they 'weren't done yet.' Her nerves making her joke as she brushed some ruby hair back behind her ear, "So, he, what? Were you thinking of pulling out the Nintendo Switch and playing Mario cart?" Her lips turned to a straight line as they pressed down against each other, feeling like if she weren't careful, she would tip right back into unsexy, and so she shimmied her shoulders and chuckled breathing, "I mean, uh, 'insert sexy flirtation here.' " She continued her faint laugh, hoping the chortle would be joined by the other in a few seconds, rubbing her tush side to side again for extra measure and distraction from persistent corkiness. "You're too much," the Nintendo comment came with imperfect timing, but it wasn't a sour note by any stretch. Samantha had been looking sultry and serious, smoldering in a sexy sorta way, as best she could anyhow - sorta lost to the moment it was a more natural expression though it soon twisted and guffawed into mirthful chortles of her own, approval delivered with endearment, "You're such a dork, oh-my-god." Laughing and smiling both as she pressed her lips and nose into the side of Alyssa's face and smooched her sloppily, letting her know she was fine to be herself, no need to cover it up with her lame attempt for redemption." No, like this." not hesitating to take hold of her impish and chesty both lover, Samantha adjusted her so she was square in her lap with her back to Sam's front. Not wasting much, if any time, Sam leaned Alyssa forward and snuck a hand up her back making short work of her bra's clasp beneath her top, sweater. Maybe, Sam should have asked first but she sorta felt like Alyssa wouldn't mind, at least Sam thought it was sexy. With her bra unclasped and floating under her clothing Sam reached her other hand around her body and up under the side of her sweater, bunching it up about her armpits but letting the majority drape back down - now that she had access to those gorgeous tits. With her floppy hair now close to styled Sam bit craned her neck forward and took a nibble at Alyssa's ear, what regions might not be pierced. "MGG. . . These are nice." she assured her coolly as her fingers splayed out and took hold of large breasts, more than a handful and her fingers and palms were capable ofquitethe handful. After two full hands gave a few cursory, squeezes, the left started undulating at the wrist and shamelessly groping with fingers "Mph, I really like it, by the way." Samantha started to speak but trailed off as her hand slid down pale stomach from regretfully released breast.". . . You, being a dork." finally explaining as she carefully started to tug and distress the vermilion haired beauty's panties. Tugging at the band, slipping between her pants and panties to once again wrap her fingers over her crotch, just feel her, the heat of her burning lust, the nub of her affection alight, gently searching for her hood and labia, feelings them through the fabric clinging to their dampened features. "Ready?" though before she really asked she was pulling aside the fabric and letting it bunch next to her thigh "MFF. . ." finally feeling the delicate flesh with her own. Hot, a slight tackiness though once a thick digit divided her puffy lips and delved inside it was closer to slippery, inviting, velvet smooth, the feeling of being inside the threshold to her pussy, exploring her entrance with only one finger, while groping her breast, feeling her hot body against hers. . . It was enough to make her growl with anticipation. Pulling back her hand she propped her chin on Alyssa's shoulder and popped two fingers into her lips, tasting Alyssa on her finger. . . Ambrosial, "Solar. . . Slfpt, mph," starting to make the journey back "Mind pulling these down a bit?" requesting better access to her prize, her digits now properly lubricated for a deeper investigation, and more. A little wave of relief when her chuckle was echoed beside another, lips in a pursed smile as Alyssa was then decorated with kisses along warm red cheek, thankful for the reaction, then a few choice adjustments by the sturdy human-chair and, "Ah! Cold hands!" The four-eyed sprite wince-laughed as Sam's fingers went up her spine, the night air making them a little chill, at least when against her covered flesh, and then with a 'clink', her breasts were more or less free beneath her little trash-panda long-sleeve shirt, her playful sounds turning lusty real checking quick as her surprisingly pierced-less ear was nibbled and there was more plush springy orbs than could completely fit in those big hands, "Louis~" Her brain started processing in super slo-mo, the weight of her chest being lifted by strong fingers, moldable comfortably like springy dough just after proofing, and the trek down-down her mostly flat but slightly more squishy abdomen, mumbling honestly as lust helped the usual lack-of-self-absurdness in regard to her corkiness, "Well, I mean ~mmm~ as long as you like it~" Alyssa's right hand went down to grasp the outside of that brawny thigh, fingers digging down into those tendons as her other hand haphazardly pressed beside her cheek, panting between her own fingers, not really having time to muffle out her 'ready', but her wriggling and softly bucking hips were a rather easy tell to see. A little sweet squelch, and the brunette's finger was playing in the shallows, despite the slick feeling, sparks ignited and swam along the rosy-haired women's veins, breast expanding in that grip with the deep inhale, and then a steady rise and fall as her breath heaved with each brush and grind. She watched with hazy pretend-green eyes, half lidded from the weight of her longing, shivering as she heard and saw that same tantalizing finger accompanied by another into a tasting mouth just out of the corner of her visage. Louis god. Everything was getting all fuzzy again~ "u-uh-huh, yup, right away!" Alyssa obliged the request in her usual giddy silly way, shaky hands fumbling to grab her waist band, and, being leggings, she pulled her lower garments both down a bit further, knowing it would be a challenge to keep her legs open if she didn't, though in this continued tornado of actions, she didn't quite think to warn of what laid beneath, and as the blue fabric was folded, what was brought to the night light beneath was solid black with only bursts of her actual skin-tone peeking through, interact designs, obsidian blotches that eased up into occasional big long lines and curves, and the negative space between the permanent ink formed flowers and thorns. By the time the pants were shimmied down just below her knees, what was left on those supple thighs was a gothic garden of ink, no doubt going even further than her partial-disrobing revealed. As her owl eyes blinked at her own legs, remembering the meaningful permanent drawings existed as sometimes object-permanence wasn't her strong suit, she leaned back into Sam's chest, the cheek burning feeling a touch bashful again as she clumsily pointed out, "Oh, uh, he, I hope you don't mind tattoos." In another flick of anticipation, both hands reached down to grip the outsides of Sam's thighs, a small jolt in her thighs as she tried to keep them open, there being a reflexive instinct to cover the little amaranth posy nestled just above all the alternative floral scribbles, there were few instances were the brawny lass had a reaction that wasn't favorable, but each activity they shared was something new, and though that itself was exciting, the woman was all to familiar with disappointment and so each little surprise they shared came with an internal bracing, 'just in case.' Sam really didn't seem the type who would probably mind though, even without all the evidence of her adaptability, however, it was likely that the sweet nerdy girl having so many tattoos, or technically, two huge ones, was probably an unexpected sight, and there weren't even her most severe etchings. Alyssa certainly remembered when she first thought about getting them, people seeming unsure it was a good idea, and a few whispers behind her back of 'I don't think she can handle it', so beside the light concern, she was also just curious how this reveal might be received.

Wake Me Up, (MouseNoises & Remy)|rating:4.0

Jail-house Bitch [Magi_Monk & Adira]

Guilty. The words rang in her ears even now, along with the hushed gasps that swept the courtroom, broken only by her mother's distinctive sob. Three sharp raps of the gavel and all fell still again, awaiting the Judge to hand down his sentence. She was only a girl, eighteen tender years of age, the security officers on either of her easily towered a good foot above her 5'4" frame. Those vivid blue eyes tore themselves from the floor to gaze up at the hard faced old man that sat high and above everyone else, cold eyes staring back at her. He hadn't cared that her record had been pristine up to that point, nor that she had provided crucial information that had aided in the capture and imprisonment of her previous so-called partner in crime. There had been no allowances made for genuine remorse displayed or the honest of her testimony. The sentence was harsh, to set an example, and not only had Desi's mother in hysterics but caused a number of the juries to call out in protest. It made no difference. Three years in Hardin Penitentiary, the roughest and most infamous prison in the land. It had been designed as an impenetrable fortress, from inside or out. The reinforced concrete walls were six inches thick and seven meters high, casting a perpetual shadow over the gray prison blocks. Eight guard towers stretched even further above the walls, each fitted with a high-powered spotlight and manned constantly by officers on a four hourly rotation. The facility was vast, stretched over two hundred and fifty acres and divided in two somewhat slightly unequal halves – the smaller of the two housing the female convicts and the larger, the men – the two kept distinctly separate. It was supposed to be a facility of rehabilitation and punishment, a means through which to protect the greater community. Regardless of the intentions for which the prison was originally built, the reality has strayed far from the mark. Rather than being a deterrent to crime, Hardin has become a safe haven for it, a breeding ground for the lowest, coldest and meanest criminals in the land. A shrill buzz sounded down the corridor, the metal gate springing free and sliding back to permit entrance to the two guards and the newest addition to Cell Block C. Wolf whistles and catcalls echoed down about her, faces peering through bars at the fresh meat, smirks and dark eyes set in hardened expressions. A firm hand fell upon the girl's shoulder, forcing movement from her reluctant feet as she was pushed across the threshold, sending Desi into a light stumble before she caught her balance. Eyes remained cast down, cradling her few belongings against her chest as she was led down the line before being brought to a stop in front of a particular cell." Open on cell nine." Another buzz and the bars rattled back to produce a doorway into the cramped space. The blonde held back, wide frightened eyes skittering over the traditional bunk bed, sink and toilet before coming to rest upon her cellmate. Orange fabric hung about the girl's slender figure, perhaps a size or two higher than she really required, the material crisp and barely worn - brand new. Long golden strands were gathered back behind her head, secured in place with a plain hairband, a set of sky blue eyes staring out at everything with trepidation. A firm shove sent her stumbling into the cramped space, metal grating against metal almost immediately after to bar any escape, trapping her within the small room. "Make nice, ladies." The clang of the lock snapping into place sent a chill down the girl's spine, swallowing back the nervousness that rose up to choke her. Maria’s life never had been an easy one. Growing up with a mother who was either drunk or laying on her back with her legs spread for the next costumer, most of the time the two even combined, she had to learn to take care of herself. So when she was ten and one of her mother’s‘boyfriends’had abused her, that same night she went into his room, cut off his cock and balls in one fluent motion before cutting open his neck. And when questioned by the cops, she didn’t even make excuses and said it was what she wanted to do, and she would do it all over again without even doubting it for a moment. This made her be thrown in juvenile prison for girls. But instead of trying to behave herself, getting out on parole for good behavior, she had already gotten in three fights in two days. Each time she had come out of it as the winner, getting her a bit of a reputation. Though this also meant that there were others that tried to make them her bitch, but each girl that tried ended up being her little slave instead. So in just a few years she had been the one on top of the prison, not taking shit from anyone. And as she now came into her early teens and her body started to develop more, the guards were noticing her more. So it wasn’t a surprise then one day, one of the male guards tried to abuse her. Later that evening she was transferred to an adult prison after her body had been heavily beaten up because she had stabbed the guards' abdomen fourteen times. At first, she was kept in solitary by the warden until she was eighteen years. He didn’t want a minor to be mingled with the adults. So when she got put with the other prisoners, it was clear that her now well-developed body, together with her hazelnut brown eyes, black hair and her clear Latina looks made her wanted by a lot of woman as a plaything. However after the first night in the showers, she was thrown back towards the solitary ward because there were three woman on the floor with broken bones and noses. When she was released from solitary once again, her reputation had already spread. However, this didn’t seem others to try and keep their hands on her, so after another fights and broken bones and a few guards harmed, one in a coma and the other probably wouldn’t be able to walk ever again, the warden was fed up with her. And that was the way she got into Hardin. To her, it didn’t matter where she was, a prison was a prison, and it kept her dry, warm and fed, so everything was fine. The woman trying to make them their bitch, try to abuse her or make them a foot slave all regretted it. She wouldn’t let anyone tell her what to do or get in the way of what she wanted. Luckily for her the guards didn’t bother with what she did as long as they got their fair share of things, and she didn’t make too much of a mess. Heck the only time she remembers of getting a little slap on the wrist was when she had slid someone’s throat in the middle of lunch to make a point. The reason, because the guard’s had to move out instead of peacefully eating their lunches. But since that day she had earned the nickname of Queen. True to that tittle, everything that happened in the woman part of the prison was run by her. Nothing happened without her consent and if she wanted someone or something, she would be handed it on a silver platter. So it was a surprise that suddenly the door of her cell went open. She had just been laying on her bunk, resting a bit when the commotion started, meaning that there was a newcomer in the block. But she didn’t care, they would be sure to bring this new girl to her later on if she wanted to meet her, so she stayed on her bed. And there wasn’t a special reason for her to fear that the new girl would be put with her since even the guards, who she paid handsomely, knew she wanted to keep the cell to herself. Therefore, her surprise was genuine when they pushed this little blonde in her cell. Jumping of the bed, she ran towards the bars.“Rico! What’s the meaning of this you son of a bitch!” She yelled. The guard came back, a wide smile on his face. “There’s no other room left for the moment as they are rebuilding Block D.” He just said, shrugging his shoulders. And with that she just left, leaving her gritting her teeth. Then she turned around and looked at the other girl. Well at least the girl had some looks to her, and she looked so pristine and terrified at the same time it was clear she had never been in jail before. “Listen up Blondie, I don’t want to hear your sob story and I don’t give a fuck about why you are here. There are just two things you have to know. Once I make the rules in this place, two if you want to make sure that pretty face of yours keeps intact you do as I say. Since you’ve been put in my cell, you’re my property now. You got that?” She looked down on the other girl with cold eyes and her voice made sure that there was no mistaken her seriousness. Desi flinched back as the figure suddenly leapt from her bed and raced toward the barred wall that had clanged shut behind her seconds before. She stumbled, inching herself into the small space provided between these bars and the bunk bed, flattening her back against the wall as she hugged her belongings tighter against herself. It didn't take a genius to figure out that her cellmate was far from happy at being landed with the new inmate and the teen's already thudding heart only fluttered all the wilder within her chest at this discovery. A pleading gaze flickered toward the guard that returned, as if he could somehow take her away from this horrible place, find her a nicer corner of this prison - did such a place even exist? However, the officer seemed rather amused with the whole situation, grinning back at the furious brown eyed girl and explaining that there was nothing he could do. Moments later Desi was alone, staring up at those angry eyes which burned down into her own with clear displeasure. She had to tilt her chin upward to even meet her cellmate's gaze, shrinking further against the wall as if that were possible, now trapped between the bars, the bunk-bed and this woman. Fear stole away any words she might have uttered in response, instead Desi simply nodded her head frantically. Whether she really understood was another matter, all the teen wanted to do was ensure that she didn't have any trouble. All sign of the guards had vanished, the two uniformed men having passed back through the gate they had stepped through not long before, the cell block echoing with the shouts and calls of the other inmates. Maria’s gaze become even colder as she lunged forward and grabbed Desi’s hair on the back of her head. Making the blonde looking up at her like that, she bared her teeth for a moment. “I asked if you understand Blondie! And If I ask something I expect you to answer in simple Yes Mistress or No Mistress as I own you. Or are you too stupid to talk? If so, I have no need for you. So if you’re too stupid to talk, just nod one more time. I’ll then make them tie you around this post we specially got for people like you, call the male guards and let them have their way with you until you’re begging them to stop. But that won’t do, they’ll keep using you over and over until they’re tired of your body. That would take about a few months and after that, we’ll just send you over to the male part of the prison. Off course that is if you survive the first few months. Some of the guards tend to be a little rough.” She said with a smile on her face. Then she let go of Desi but took all her stuff away from her. At the same time the doors of the cells got unlocked. A large African woman and a skinny white one came to her cell. She threw the clothes and everything she had taken from Desi towards them. “Hand this out to those that could use it. Also cut Rico’s pay for the next three months. If that bastard thinks he can do what he likes in my prison, he has to think again.” Her voice was full of authority as she then waved them away, turning her attention back on Kelsi. “This reminds me, take off that jumpsuit. You have to earn the right to wear clothes. The same goes with food and well everything. In here nothing is for free. There are two ways to earn your keep. You work it off or you sell your body. So tell me Blondie which one will you choose?” Once again she made Desi look up at her by pulling her with her hair. She cried out as the woman suddenly lunged at her, fingers tangling in the long golden strands before she even had a chance to protest, head dragged back sharply and terrified eyes forced to stare up into the woman's face. The position she was held in was uncomfortable; bending her neck at an awkward angle and causing the girl's feet to shuffle slightly in an attempt to ease the discomfort. Vivid sky blue eyes stared up into cruel, angry ones as she searched for some kind of compassion or mercy within her cellmates gaze. She found none. Kesi was not sure how much power her cellmate truly had, but was she willing to risk it? What if she could have her bound and used? It wasn't worth the risk. Unable to look at the woman that held on to her, the teen drew in a swift breath before uttering quietly, "Y-yes Mistress." The grasp loosened upon her hair, only to fall upon her belongings and snatch them from the girl's arms, despite her desperate attempt to cling onto them. There wasn't a great deal of value; a spare prison uniform, a face cloth, toothbrush, a small bible that her mother had given her and a couple changes of underwear. All torn from her and thrown carelessly toward two strangers who appeared moments after the cell doors had clanged open. With their arrival, however, Desi hoped that perhaps her cellmate's attention would be directed elsewhere, and she would be left alone for the time being. She had no such luck, once again her head was yanked backward, a firm grasp of her hair holding her in place as the woman commanded the teen to strip. Tears began to prick at her eyes, though the girl fought hard to keep them at bay, blinking rapidly. "Please... I-. I won't give you any trouble, I just want to serve my time and go home." While still holding Desi in the same manner she saw the girl was almost crying. And to make things worse for herself, probably without knowing it, she started to beg her to leave her alone. This made her start to laugh out loud. She let go of Desi and kept on laughing for a few more moments before stepping back to Desi. Without a warning, she took the blonde’s jumpsuit and ripped it open until she was standing in her underwear. “I don’t care what you want you stupid bitch. So you better stop crying before I give you a real reason to cry.” She slapped Desi’s cheek once before she pushed the girl back against the wall.“How many times do I have to repeat it, you are mine. If I tell you to jump, you jump, if I tell you to bark, you bark and when I tell you to strip you strip without asking questions. Do as your told and you get rewards. Though like in this case, when you don’t listen and talk back, you’ll get punished.” To make her point, she turned Desi around, pushing her against the wall with one arm and slapped on her ass a few times, leaving a red palm print behind. “And keep in mind, this is just to prove I’m serious about when I say things. Next time the punishment will be harsher. Also, I’m not a patient woman, so if you like to keep that pretty face of yours intact, I would do as I’m told. Heck perhaps I shouldn’t be so lenient and just teach your body what I think about you.” Her voice was harsh while she told Desi what she was thinking. At the last sentence she used her free arm and moved around the blondes body and started groping her breasts. Her fingers really digging in the flesh as there was no point in being gentle. Moving in closer, she pressed her body against Desi’s, making sure she couldn’t go anywhere. This made her able to use her other arm, and she immediately grabbed between Desi’s legs. “Well I have to admit Blondie you got a nice body after all.” She kept grabbing Desi hard. “So are you now willing to do what I tell you?” The blonde haired girl cringed as laughter echoed off the narrow walls, that was not the response she had been hoping for. As fingers slipped free of her hair - the tie that held it back having worked itself loose with all the grabbing and pulling - and her cellmate stepped back, Desi pressed herself tighter against the wall, there really was nowhere else for her to go. Eyes widened in horror as a hand shot out to grab a handful of her jumpsuits and yanked sharply. The fabric pulled tight for a second, dragging the girl forward a step or two and almost straight into Maria, before the material tore, shredding around her trembling figure. Orange material fell about Desi's feet, revealing pale skin over lean smooth muscle. The swell of her breasts and the curve of her ass were provided with a meager amount of covering thanks to the simple white sports-bra and matching panties. Still, the teen felt horribly exposed as arms moved to conceal herself, sniffing back the tears that threatened to spill for fear of what would happen if she did not. A stinging pain erupted across her cheek, snapping the girl's head to the side before she was forced up against the wall. Before Desi even had a chance to struggle, a hand caught hold of her shoulder and turned her roughly, meeting the wall once again only this time face first. Small hands braced against the cold surface, head turned to the side, so only her cheek was pressed up against the stone. Sharp yelps escaped the squirming girl as a hand fell to land firmly upon her ass, color and warmth rushing to the surface of the pale flesh. For all Maria's desire for Desi not to cry, her actions were making it increasingly difficult - embarrassment, discomfort and fear all contributing to the shimmering eyes. Fingers closed upon one of her breasts, fingertips biting against the sensitive flesh as the teen instinctively moved her own hand to grab hold of her cellmate's wrist, trying to pull her hand away. A footsteps between her own, the older woman's hips pressing up against her, forcing her tighter to the wall and holding her there. Thighs instantly pressed themselves together as a hand closed upon her fabric-covered sex, Desi's other hand reach down to grasp hold of that wrist. So there they stood, the teen pressed up against the cold wall with a hand squeezing and manhandling the soft flesh of her breast, while another lay nestled between her legs, holding firmly against her most private of areas. While the girl's hands gripped one of Maria's wrists each, halfway through trying to pull them away before she realized her mistake. Fingers uncurled slowly, reluctantly, and she choked back a sob that threatened to spill the tears gathered within her eyes. "Y-yes, I'll do what you say... I'll do what you say..." Maria felt how Kenji wanted to fight against her, but the girl gave up quickly enough. The sob that followed was the last sign of surrender which made her smile. Feeling the body go limp in her arms, she let go of her grip after Kenji told her she understood. “That’s a good Blondie.” She said with laughter in her voice before she ran her tongue over Kenji’s cheek. “You’ll have to stay a good bitch, or I’ll have to punish you again.” And another idea came to her so she forced Kelsi to turn around once again and look up at her by once again pulling her with her hair. “Now why don’t we go and introduce you to everyone else.” A devilish smile graced her face before she pulled Kelsi with her, still holding her hair. She dragged Kelsi all the way until the middle of the cell blocks. Kelsi however was lucky that their cell had been located on the lower level so she didn’t get dragged up or down any stairs. So after making sure they were in the exact middle Marie let go of Kelsi. Putting her fingers to her mouth she then let out a shrill whistle. “Listen up everyone!” She yelled out, immediately getting the attention of everyone from both lower as upper level. Taking Kelsi back with her hair and holding her head backwards to make sure everyone could see her. “This here is Blondie, as you might notice she’s new here and has gotten the great luck of being my property. So this means that no one touches her, harms her, feeds her, put clothes on her or tries to make her theirs without my explicit permission will be going against me. Is that understood.” She yelled out loud. Then she pushed Kelsi towards a tall blonde who looked more male than female. “Pat, put her to work.” And with that she walked towards some other people, knowing that Kelsi would be put to work. As soon as Maria was away, Patricia, or Pat as everyone called her, looked at Kelsi. “Hi I’m Pat. Follow me.” She said before she started walking towards the backdoor of the cellblock. “Don’t worry about how the Queen acts, just do as she asks and you’ll be fine. Heck you’re even blessed. I mean nobody now will dare to mess with you. Though that’s kinda too bad since I wouldn’t mind getting me some from you Blondie.” And while talking she clearly checked out Kelsi from top to bottom, licking her lips. Knocking on the glass of the guards room as they stopped in front of the door. They opened it and they went downstairs. “I’ll put you in the laundry room for now. It’s hot in there so you’ll be happy that you don’t have to wear that hot jumpsuit. The job is simple, changes the loads. Someone else will take the clean laundry away. You’ll work 8-hour shifts. Just do your job as your told, don’t cause any problems and stay out of trouble. That way you’ll make me happy and that makes the Queen happy.” She explained everything before opening another door. As soon as that door opened a cloud of hot steam slipped out to greet them. Desi forced her own hands away from the woman, able to at least understand that continued resistance would not end well for her, at least not for the time being. Eyes scrunched shut in disgust as Maria's tongue slid against her cheek, leaving a trail of saliva against her skin, which she wiped away discreetly as she was pulled round to face her cellmate once more. Pain shot through her scalp as fingers tangled with her hair once again, dragging her from their small cell and out into the open. Humiliated, pale cheeks flushed rapidly, arms moving to try and conceal her body as wide frightened eyes stared up at the many that leered back. This was what she had sworn she wouldn't be, someone's bitch, someone's pet. She had come into this place with such intentions and within fifteen minutes she was a trembling, near crying little girl. A faint cry of alarm escaped her as she was thrown forward, stumbling several steps as she fought not to fall on her face nor crash head long into 'Pat'. The girl offered a weak smile as the woman introduced herself before her leading her away from the cells, uttering her own name quietly as some form of introduction. Desi listened, continuing to conceal her body as best she could, her underwear clearly not providing her with enough covering. She grimaced a little at being told that she was lucky, she supposed that was right - if people were afraid enough of her this 'Queen' then they wouldn't dare touch her, and the way Pat looked at her shortly after made the teen almost grateful for it. Heading down into the bowels of the prison, the heat that rushed out to meet them caused the teen's breath to catch, squinting a touch as they stepped into the laundry room. This job sounded easy enough, perhaps it would take her mind of things, make the time go that little bit faster. “So in short, the skinheads in the male part want more steroids while the members of the Mexican cartel want more uncut heroine. And the guards want a bigger share of our incoming.” Maria summarized the meeting with her lieutenants, or so she called them since they had proven to be useful for her after they had once challenged her and lost. “Tell the guards that if they want to earn more money that they have to stop harassing our so-called visitors. Also increase the steroids supply to the skinheads but also off course increase the prize, if they want it they pay for it. The same deal goes for the Mexicans. Also make sure our own supplies don’t dry up because of this.” She told them and thought again for some moments. “Okay I think that’s all. Everyone dismissed.” After this meeting she went downstairs to a part of the prison she usually didn’t go. But she wanted to see how Kelsi was doing. So opening the zipper of her jumpsuit so that everyone could have a good look at the shape of her ample breasts, since she wasn’t wearing a bra, she entered the hot washing room. Full of large washing machines and dryers, she could see a bunch of people running around, pushing carts of dirty or clean laundry. She could feel the eyes on her as she walked past most of them until she finally saw Kelsi putting a new batch of dirty clothes in the machine. Grinning devilishly she walked towards the girl and smacked her ass. “So how’s my little bitch doing?” she asked Pat who came to her. “She’s doing her best but still slow compared to the others. But she’ll learn in time.” Pat explained. “You here that Blondie, you got to move that ass faster.” Spanking Kelsi’s ass once again, she enjoyed the sweaty look of Kelsi. Because of the moisture in the air and the sweat of Kelsi, it made her sport bra see through. After another look at the Kelsi from top to bottom, she had to consider it might not be such a bad thing to have this young pretty little thing as her pet. Maybe with some training she could be useful to her. “Well it is time to go for lunch, and you earned a little something after all so follow me Blondie.” She walked upstairs towards the cafeteria. There she put the tray in Kelsi’s hands and put on food she liked. The first thing she had done after being in charge was fire the cook and hire a decent one. Thanks to the money she earned the food they now were eating was coming from a caterer and everybody was happy about that change. Once the tray was full, she went to her usual seat and sat down. Then she looked at Kelsi before waving towards the kitchen. At her instructions they had already prepared Kelsi’s food in a special dish, using her medical file to make sure there wasn’t anything in it that should harm her. It looked like dog food, and it was brought in a dog bowl. Taking the bowl, she let it fell on the ground. “There you go, why don’t you eat up before it goes cold. It would be an insult to both me and the chef if you didn’t eat up the meal he prepared on my instructions.” Her eyes twinkling and once again that devilish grin was on her face. The work seemed easy enough and there was enough to do that she, as well as the others in the room, were kept busy. While her hands were kept busy pulling freshly washed sheets from one machine before loading them into a nearby dryer, Desi's eyes swept the room. Pat was clearly the one in charge down here, watching the underlings scurry about frantically to keep on top of the never-ending mountain of laundry. Within ten minutes the teen could feel beads of sweat gathering upon her forehead and trickling down her back. The long honey strands grew darker with the moisture, the white fabric which concealed the more private parts of her body clinging to her flesh. A faint murmur travelled through the room upon Maria's arrival, a few uneasy glances passed between a number of the convicts who subtly moved away from Desi. The firm smack that suddenly landed upon her ass drew a faint yelp of surprise from the girl, who twisted her head sharply to find herself once again sandwiched between an immovable object and her cellmate. She was more composed about the second slap, stifling any sound as she closed the washing machine's door and started up the machine. Lunch. Only now did she realize how hungry she was, food hadn't really been on the teen's mind that morning, but now her stomach growled uncomfortably. Cool air rushed against her as they exited the laundry room, sending a chill through the girl at the change in temperature, the faint outline of her nipples suddenly rather prominent through the white fabric. She followed quietly, choosing to remain obedient for the time being - holding the tray as required, eyeing the selection of rather appetizing dishes hungrily, until Maria led her over to a nearby table. Kesi fidgeted, considering heading back toward the food and helping herself, that was before one of the cooks stepped out of the kitchen and walked toward them, a strange looking bowl in his hand. A few Snickers travelled around the room, a number of the inmates watching the little scene that was about to take place, one way or another. The teen stared down at the dog bowl set at her feet and then up at the woman grinning at her; she wasn't serious, was she? Everyone seemed to watch her, a flush of humiliation rising to her cheeks yet again as she simply stood and stared. Looking up to her side, even after she had said to Kelsi she should start to eat or else she would insult her, the blonde was just staring at the food. Throwing her fork on her tray, she rose from her seat. “You stupid bitch, I said eat!” And she kicked Kelsi’s foot from beneath her before pushing her face down into the bowl of meat. “Now eat!” She yelled as she kept pressing Kelsi’s face down. There was laughter and mocking sentences coming from all around her, but when Maria glared around, everybody shifted their focus back on their food. Then she looked back down at Kelsi, she still was holding her face down in the bowl. “I warned you, now you’ll get punished for disobeying me you bitch.” She pulled Kelsi back up and pulled her face back up. Thinking for a moment, she grinned once again. “Since you won’t eat this food I made for you, you might eat something else.” As she turned around, she was searching for someone in the Cafeteria. “Where is Pudgy?” People were pointing to the person she was looking for, and she saw the fat hairy woman eating on her burger, the juices covered on her face. “Well now Pudgy why don’t you come over here. I think Blondie here wants to eat something else then the lovely food I prepared.” The woman called Pudgy let out a heavy chuckle before she wobbled over towards them. Instead of a jumpsuit she was wearing a wide dress. A jumpsuit just wouldn’t fit her. “Now show her what she would be eating.” Marie said with a grin. Again Pudgy chuckle loudly as she spread her legs showing her hairy fat pussy. “Stick out your tongue Blondie!” Guiding Kelsi’s head towards the pussy, she smiled. “And make sure you got a good taste of it!” Kelsi flinched at the sound of the fork clattering against the plastic tray, tearing her gaze from the bowl to the furious woman. She raised her hands, prepared to fend off a slap, a punch, even that hand reaching for her hair, but instead pain sparked within her leg as it was knocked out from underneath her, dropping the girl to her knees. A strong hand pressed down hard upon the back of her head, forcing her face down into the bowl. The teen's own hands braced against the floor, struggling to try and pull herself free, but she did not have the strength or leverage to overcome Maria. Tears gathered in her eyes again, the mocking laughter ringing about the cafeteria and compounding the girl's misery. Suddenly her head was jerked backward, that all too familiar feeling of fingers wrapping themselves within the long strands and dragging her head back up. Kelsi could only stare, wide vivid blue eyes fixed on the large woman that waddled toward them, Maria's meaning all too clear. "N-no...please I'm sorry, I'll eat my food. Please..." Dragged toward 'Pudgy' by her hair, the pressure upon the back of her head resumed, forcing her face close and closer to the heavy nether lips." Please..." She whimpered before pressing her lips tightly shut, straining against the woman's hand. The woman's musky scent, intermingled with that of sweat, seemed to fill her nostrils making her empty stomach churn with nausea as inch by inch her face was pressed closer and closer. Laughter and jeers echoed around her again, a dozen eyes - perhaps more - fixed upon the helpless girl on her knees before Pudgy. Maria just laughed hollow before she started giving a few hard slaps on Kelsi’s ass. “Shut up you stupid bitch! You’re nothing more than a fucking little piece of garbage, but I own that fucking little piece of garbage that you are. I told you that you had to do as I said immediately! But no you once again had to resist! And now you’re begging me to have mercy on you? What do you think I bitch?” She shouted as she kept spanking Kelsi over and over until her anger was subsiding a little. Then she just pushed Kelsi’s face forward again and pushed it against Pudgy’s hairy pussy, rubbing her face all over it. “Now start eating it bitch! That’s the only food you’ll get now so be grateful you’re getting something after all!” She yelled as she kept pushing Kelsi’s face down. At the same time everyone was laughing and having fun as they watched how Kelsi got humiliated in front of them. And nobody came to stop Marie since they didn’t want to take Kelsi’s face or have a fate far worse. So they all just enjoyed the little show. Pale skin flushed an angry red at the continuous slaps landed upon the soft swell of her rump, pained whimpers and yelps escaping the girl as she continued to struggle. Strained to resist the hand press so firmly against the back of her head. Her ass throbbed painfully, skin bruised and tender from the firm beating it had received. Eventually the slim girl could not resist any longer, neck muscles aching, her face pressed firmly between substantial thighs. Kelsi's lips pressed tightly closed, shaking her head weakly as her face was ground against the large woman's untidy snatch. There was no escape, laughter echoed around the cafeteria, Maria loomed over her, fingers still tangled in her hair, holding her tightly in place. What choice did she have, who knew what would happen if she disobeyed again? Eyes squeezed tightly shut, grimacing in anticipated disgust as her tongue slipped past her lips and reluctantly dragged along Judge's sex. Maria smiled devilishly as she saw Kelsi finally obeyed. “That’s a good bitch. Now make sure you enjoy the lovely taste of our Pudgy here.” She couldn’t help but laugh while saying it. Everybody knew that Pudgy was disgusting. There had been others who had been put through this moment and nobody had since then questioned her again in fear to go through this part once again. She however still made sure to keep Kelsi’s face down between Pudgy’s legs. The chance of her backing off would be too great, and she was enjoying it too much to punish this little girl. And she wanted to train this little bitch good because she might get some pleasure of her. Cause if she was honest, Kelsi had a pretty face and a decent enough body. It was certain that if she would sell her body out to others, the blonde would be popular in demand. So who knows, she might do it in the end, it would after all mean another stream of income. First she had to break her down so hard that Kelsi would beg for it. But nothing was more fun than breaking down a little new girl so she would enjoy it to its fullest.“So tell me, how do you like it? Heck maybe you would prefer this as your daily lunch instead of the food I chose for you.” She laughed and with that everyone else laughed once again at Kelsi’s misery. They all knew that as long as she was busy with Kelsi, they wouldn’t have to worry they were her next target. Kelsi gagged. Pudgy's smell filled up her nose and her taste coated her tongue, causing the girl to squirm and struggling in attempt to be free, to escape. Her stomach churned with disgust and nausea, her hands bracing against the large woman's heavy thighs in an attempt to gain some leverage that would allow her to pull herself free. Tears streaked down her cheeks, weak sobs escaping against the sex her face was pressed so closely to. Somehow she managed to gain a little movement, just enough that she could catch a little fresh air and plead once more for mercy. "P-please...please, I'll do what you say..." The words seemed rather redundant considering that she was already doing as Maria said, though certainly not very willingly. This humiliation had of course distracted her from the fact that she was barely closed, her pantie covered ass pushed out for all to see as she struggled between Pudgy's thighs. This was only her first day, and she was in this state already, what would become of her in the months that would follow? Maria couldn’t help but laugh at the soft pleas coming from Kelsi. She really was enjoying the useless struggles of the little blonde and the cheers coming from everyone else. It once again affirmed her that she was in full control of everything. “You really are a dumb little blonde aren’t you. You’re clearly forgetting that you’re already doing what I want you to do. I said you should eat Pudgy and you’re doing it. You really don’t make any sense now are you.”“Besides if I’m not mistaken you clearly like it since your sticking out your ass so highly.” This comment was followed by a loud spank on both ass cheeks, followed by more cheers. She then pulled roughly pulled back Kelsi’s head, one hand pulling back the hair and one hand on her throat as she made the blonde look at her. “Also if you want to beg, you got to remember something, you’re not in kindergarten anymore. You’re in prison because you either did something wrong or you pissed of the wrong people. Either way I don’t care. You are here now so let me explain something to you. If you want something you have to offer something in return. That’s how things work here.” Lowering her head dangerously close towards that of Kelsi, she gave her the grin of the devil. “But here is your problem. I own you and everything you got is already mine. So what could you possibly offer me that has something of a value to make me stop this?” Two swift yelps escaped the girl as a hand fell sharply upon her upturned rear, causing Kelsi to shuffle awkwardly upon her knees in order to hunker down and hopefully avoid any further slaps - a movement that was aided by the sharp pull upon her hair. Her scalp burned with pain at the abrupt tug, tear filled eyes staring up at Maria in wide panic as fingers curled about her throat. She dared no move, not even an inch, her breaths coming in short sharp gulps as she fought back the tears that threatened to tumble down her cheeks. Lower lip trembled as pale blue eyes stared back into the unfeeling ones of her cellmate, desperately trying to think of something that she could offer to save her from this hell. "P-please... I-I'll do anything else, just.... I'll e-eat my food, I'll be good. I swear..." It was pathetic, she was disgusted with herself - snivelling and begging like a child. Kelsi's eyelids squeezed closed for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath as she fought to compose herself. The buzz of activity within the room hummed in her ears, the other inmates watching, laughing, cheer and jeering as she suffered at Maria's hands. A couple called out suggestions, each as disgusting and lewd as the next, but the girl chose to say nothing more. Instead, she remained upon her knees, trembling in the grip of the woman with lips pressed tightly closed and glistening eyes staring up at her. Marie let go of Kelsi with a snort and stood up, towering over the blonde girl. “You’re really pathetic Blondie. I just told you to offer me something yet all you do is whimper and cry. Do you think because you cry a little I would be your new friend? If so then let me tell you something.” She knows squatted down next to Kelsi, her look ice-cold as she watched the other girl. “Almost everyone cries in their first few days. Only the strong ones, the ones who rule over the others don’t. So don’t think a little crying blonde girl gets my sympathy. I’ve seen niggers twice your size who killed men in cold blood cry like little babies in front of me. Thus, this little act of yours isn’t really impressing me at all.” Standing back up she looked down on Kelsi. “You know I thought you could be worth something but if this is everything you can do then you’re worth as much as an insect. So why should I put my precious time into something as pathetic as you? Perhaps I shouldn’t have bothered at all and just sold you off as a cheap slut. Maybe I should do this now, after all you have nothing to offer me besides whimpering.” She said before turning her back to Kelsi and slowly started to walk away from the blonde. As she was making her way out of the cafeteria, she suddenly got an idea. Turning back around, she once again was wearing the devilish grin. “Well perhaps we have another use for you. Since you keep on whimpering and wailing like a little dog, I’ll make you into my little pet.” Looking to her side, she saw Pat standing there. “Find me a collar and a leash for this little bitch here.”

Jail-house Bitch [Magi_Monk & Adira]|rating:2.0

A CHAT YOU WONT SOON FORGET

A CHAT YOU WON'T SOON FORGETMISTRESSFRANCESCA & STEELE(SIDE:Cwhaturmissing@bell.com Better known to his friends as (CB) Chad Bennett was getting exhausted with women in general. Going out with friends and their girls friends blah blah. He slammed his fist down on the car hood and cracked his phone protected. Looking at it in disgust. "I am so sick of this shit." Mimicking the high-pitched voice" Can't we just be friends CB?" Again thumping the hood this time with the phone in the other hand, his head swaying back and forth. "Tired of the same old thing trying to meet girls at parties and outings, the beach, it always worked out the same way. DPT fuck'in matter." They would get together and maybe even fuck, but then it would fall apart because she wasn’t really ready, or she had a boyfriend, and it was just rebound sex. "Little Teeny Bopping Bitch." He was a good-looking guy took care of himself 30 years old nice physique, nicely cropped dark hair, six-pack abs to die for and a good reliable classic blue Toyota truck as well as his own boss of his home / garage. He just couldn’t find the perfect girl for himself. So his buddy Duncan told him about this website. Findmysoulmate.com. The thing that intrigued him about this site that separated it from the other internet dating sites, it was a private site you had to know somebody to know it was there. No advertising, nothing. He shook his phone and sarcastically looked up to emptiness "Thank you, Duncan Man." . He washed the grease from his hands on the outside picket and sprawled out under the shade of a large Oak. Once he agreed to the terms of service and provided a picture to be approved. He then filled out the profile and set it to only accept replies from no further than 50 miles from his location in Daytona. He described himself as outgoing and romantic, (snickering) likes country music and a little bluegrass. Furthermore, he stated he went to church occasionally but occasionally to him was twice in the last 10 years. Said he was looking a for a girl at least 21 yrs old and wanting to enjoy life. Someone to spend quality time with. He didn’t want any baggage because he wasn’t bringing any, and he didn’t want a high maintenance girl. Spontaneous, that was the word he used. No rules as he put it. He probably killed it when he wrote NO FAT GIRLS. He laughed that over, thinking this would all be a joke anyway. "Nobody answers these things anyway do they?" "Is there someone else that takes it serious out there?" Then it allowed him to enter a separate chat room, depending on the sexual preferences selected in the profiles would determine who went where. So if all went right, and it worked according to plan, eventually there would be at least one hot female and him. A loud beep came on, and the text read thatCwhaturmissingwas now in room A-4 and an empty box to text in his message to whomever was already in or would be joining. Chad started typing in the box. Hello all you gorgeous good-looking things out there. Anybody as horny as I am right now. I promise ya that’s my picture and that’s my body. So don’t be fake with me because I don’t have time for bullshit lies and alibis . Hello? (Madison. Her childhood was normal. Teenage years were average. And the beginning of her adult life after high school wasn’t much to write about. She was attending college to get her degree in Viticulture (wine making) and Oenology (wine culture). She found that would be extremely helpful to run her own vineyard either in California or possible overseas, like Spain or Portugal. Just shy of completing her first year of college, is when it just happened. That morning when it happened, instead of attending her first class of that day, she slept in. When she finally woke, she didn’t recognize ANYTHING. But something told that wasn’t right at all. Six years of doctor visits, and special clinic visits—had told her nothing. The only thing they could offer was ‘permanent’ residence at a special facility surrounded by a support team that visited her constantly for monitoring. The place had separate tiny homes for those residing on site. They gave her free rein, she wasn’t a prisoner. Although she did wear a version of an ankle monitor--but only for those in her support team to find her if she didn't show up by dinner time. Recently, she signed up for a dating site. But like with anything else, it was forgotten. Until one day, her laptop pinged. Sure it had pinged a few times before since signing up, but only today she actually answered it. Kari stared at her screen. Her screen name (Echo99x) was listed under Chad’s screen name. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating to type something. She wondered what exactly to even say. She couldn’t remember ever using chat rooms. It felt so awkward. Eventually, fingers began pressing certain letters. And when she was done, her message read:My picture is recent. Not looking for anything fake either. Lairs are the worst. Nice to meet you Cwhaturmissing. CB stared like a crazy man at this gorgeous specimen on his cracked phone. Coughing and gasping like he had a mouth full of horseradish, and reaching for a cold beer that wasn't' t there. "No fucking way. Slowly as he stared There just ain't no fucking way. " He's talking to his phone like it was her." You bullshitting me right? Some kind of Forester probably a tranny with a dick bigger than mine . Okay sweetheart you want to play games" He pushes himself up and heads inside the screen door making a beeline for a cold brew in the fridge before turning on his old Compaq desktop. " C'mon you piece of shit" as the buzzing continued. He placed his beer on top the monitor and the rings showed it wasn't the first time. "C'mon" he sat down and typed on the website to her picture, and then he expanded it to full screen ."There's just no way..." he turned on his mic so he wouldn't have to type. Kicking back in a tattered office chair. Peeling off his shoes with the other foot. Then the sarcasm started." So Echo99x is that your real name too. How is it that you don't have a boyfriend or husband or sugar daddy or whatever. You know some people get really pissed off when they have been played. Is this what you like to do, huh? I should report you to the administrator and call your bluff." He wasn't sure of the access she or the site had but his little desk cam light was on. He chugged the remainder of the beer and showcased his bare chest and well toned biceps "You know if you're lying I'll find you and kick your ass." Kari read his response. From his words, she gathered he was really mad...at her. She had no idea why he would be mad at her. She furrowed her brow. Her memory only went as far back as earlier this morning when she woke up. During he breakfast, one from her support team sat down with her and spent the time bringing her up to speed on her own life. There was also a camera with a date stamp for archive purposes in case Kari demanded proof.Finally, she typed back: They tell me it's Kari Madison. And that I'm 27. If I had...or have...a boyfriend or a husband...they have never visited me. Either way... I'm here like you are. To connect with someone real. After hitting enter and sending her message to the chat window, she sat back and glanced around her room. Since this was really a tiny house, it only had one room. Well, two rooms to be exact. The main room had the kitchen, living/dining and bedroom all in one. However, it was split, the lower part was the kitchen/living/dining area--with a loft above it all. The other room was a bathroom/shower combo. This is what the facility provided its onsite residents. There were other tiny houses, simulating a neighborhood--so each house had a private 'backyard' area. Kari turned back to her laptop, deciding to quickly add to him: Please don't report me. I'm not looking for trouble. And I already said lairs were the worst. Laughing to himself "Report you? Report you to whom? I don't know anybody the," then he realized his mic was live. "Um sure okay. No I won't report you this time. (slight laughter) So Kari are you like in jail or something? You said you can't have visitors, what's up with that? " He spun around in chair dragging his feet of the computer table. "Listen babe I'm sorry about coming on to you like a drill sergeant, but there are people out there. Sounds like you been put through ringer too. I have had my heart yanked and stomped on every fuck.freaking time. But you sound like the real deal. What say we start over." He kicks spins the chair back around to see her picture again." Can you actually see me?" "Thanks... I guess." Kari took a moment then to stare at his picture. She didn't know if she had a type. Was Chad the kinds of guys she dated before? Kari closed her eyes a moment, running a hand over her face She inhaled and exhaled, opening her eyes again. "No...this isn't a prison. I'm free to go where I please." She glanced at the door that led outside for a moment. She pondered to tell him her real deal, but then figured to maybe wait and not drop it on him first thing. "I am real. But I couldn't tell you how many heartbreaks I had in the past. And to be honest, how I am now...it's not really info I need to know about." His last question confused her a bit. "If you mean your picture. Yeah, I can see it. You look...really sexy." She blushed at admitting such a thing, even if it was words in a chat box. "So you know my name and age. What is yours? I don't think you want me forever calling you Cwhaturmissing." She was still in her pj's. Soon she would have to shower for the day. She did have a set schedule with set times to do thinks. Her support team figure it was best for the time being. The schedule was the same every day for the most part, posted on the bulletin board on the wall behind her laptop. It did provide her with great comfort and stability. The only stability in her life at the moment. "CB you can call me CB" His fingers scratching at the two-day-old shadow on his face. He pictured her followed around with guys in white suits and butterfly nets. Staring at her beauty and her tits crammed into that jersey was making him itch somewhere else." You sure you can't see me?" he still fingers flicked over the desk cam before readjusting himself. "So tell me Kari are you serious about hook'in up on this site or at least a face to face date. I mean that is why we're both here right? Am I allowed to visit you, or can you come to me, or we could meet somewhere for a drink or something? Now that he kind of knew she was a real person, he couldn't look away from her picture. " Do you guys have a gym there. I mean your body is smoking hot. I uh have worked out a little bit maybe we could meet up at a gym. Probably not supposed to say, but I'm on the outskirts of Daytona Beach where you at?" "Ok...CD. Just call me Kari then." She smiled slightly then. Kari surmised that CB had to be his initials. She had a working brain in that regard. "No, I only see your picture. Should I be seeing you? I'm not that good with computers." Kari took a moment, turning her eyes away from the screen to reach for a bottled water just at the opposite end of the desk. She unscrewed the cap and took a good sip. Then she set it back in its place. "I am very interested. Yes, face to face." Again she smiled. "Yeah...you can visit me here." She got up for a moment, just go grab her outfit for the day--getting it readies, putting it in a spot for after her shower. Then she sat back down at the laptop, reading his next comments. "No gym here. But anyone here can go to one in the city." His compliment made her heavily blush. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." When he gave his location, she quickly googled just for immediate area. She then realized it was close to her. "Oh...the facility resides just about 20 minutes from Daytona Beach. I think it's a nice day out today...we could meet and talk at the beach." CB's head was bobbing like he was on a car dashboard. Excited when he got to the part. "Yeah...you can visit me here." Running his fingers through his hair and sub posing for a GQ ad. Then he ripped at his ears." Today?. On the beach? woah, woah. Honey I worked all morning I'm a grease monkey. I got enough oil under my nails to start a car and uh no I can't do it today anyway." He was stunned and sweating. Reaching for words. She turned the tables on him and called his bluff.," How about we meet at the Beach Comber on the outside deck around 10am tomorrow for a brunch." His demeanor had changed drastically from his previous chauvinistic role, his eyes rolled back. Marching back and forth on worn carpet as he prayed to the ceiling, waiting for a positive answer. She felt bad then for suggesting meeting so soon. Every morning she was told she had a memory reset, every morning for the last 5 years. Her team didn't keep it a secret from her. And because of that, she writes things down as best she could. Even though many times she was still very confused about it the next day. "Ok....tomorrow. 10 am. Daytona Beach." She softly spoke aloud as she wrote it down. "I'm really hopping this works out CB. I will try to wear a football jersey. I have a collection of jerseys." Kari paused then, stretching her arms back behind her head. She took a moment to try to imagine how meeting CB would go. She didn't have a real good imagination due to her damaged brain. Furthermore, she would just have to wait and see how it really went. Furthermore, she took another sip of her water and set it aside. Kari ran a hand through her long dark locks of somewhat wavy hair. "What's a grease monkey?" If she heard such a phrase before in her life, she wouldn't remember. To her last response CB jumped two feet off the floor. "Yes!" More excited than a five-year-old on x-mas morn. If his buds could only see him now, they would say their big strong mechanic was pussy whipped already. "Damn has it been that long boy. Control yourself will ya?" He shut down the computer, grabbed another cold beer and looked back at the buzzing out dated computer. ALERT ALERT ALERT YOUR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN COMPRIMISEDINFORM YOUR ADMINISTRATOR IMMEDIATELY UPDATE ALL PASSWORDS NOW"What the fuck? " CB started mashing keys on the keyboard, but to no avail it wasn't doing anything He held in the power button until the screen went black. "Huh? Piece of shit. Mockingly waving his hands violently and beer sloshing through the opening "alert ! I should have turned you into a boat anchor." He noticed his phone lying on the countertop. "Oh shit I didn't even say Goodbye. Hey uh, uh Kari are you there?" She wasn't, but another Hack Alert came on his phone this time. "Fuck" He slammed the phone again on the counter, this time the glass popped out. "Dammit Now I got to get a new phone. " It was getting near five o'clock his day was done. He knew the phone store didn't close till 9 but tomorrow was another day, tomorrow was going to be a game changer, a great day. He toddled the broken phone onto the floor and smashed it with all his might. Grinding his heel into to till his sock tore." A new phone and a new girl" Already fantasizing about what's her name in her tight Jersey "yeah" He shed his pants and socks on the way down the hall to his awaiting nightly hot shower. If she could only have seen him, she probably would have been very amused at his reaction to her responses. And when he seemingly signed off, she exited the page/tab completely. She stood up and took a random pause. Kari glanced around her room. She put a hand to her head, using her pointer finger to lightly 'scratch' at the side of her head. "What was I going to do now?" That's when she noticed her small pile of folded clothes. The outfit she was going to change into. That's when it clicked for her, shower and change. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad she didn't have an uncharacteristic lapse of memory during the day. Slowly she trudged to the bathroom. Good thing she still knew how to do tasks like these. She knew how to properly shower, it just was remembering to do so or remember when the last time she did--that was the problem. Once she got the temp of the water to her liking, she undressed and stepped under the almost hot cascading water. Her figure wasn't tanned, but she wasn't pale either. She wasn't a goddess in the appearance department, but she definitely made some of the men turn their heads when she walked by them. While she went through the motions of a shower, her mind wandered off to CB. She foolishly made a mental note to ask his real name once they met face to face. She would continue to call him CB if that was his wish, but she would just like to know a first name. And for some reason, she was really eager to possibly Google and touch those sexy abs of his in real life. Kari was sure that his profile picture failed to do him justice. Soon she finished with her session in the shower before the water turned cold. Her home cooked dinner would be delivered shortly. CB was in the shower just long enough to wash the oil and grease naps out of his hair. He actually spent more time trying to get all the grease and cleaning streaks from under his fingernails and the back of his forearms and of course flexing and posing the whole time. With long swipe of his forearm he swiped the condensation from the mirror face and grinned like a Cheshire cat at himself. Picking a discolored grit from his front teeth, and that grin again "Yeah" and then in the worst Al Pacino impression ever. "You talking" to me" laughing and leaving his wet footprints down the hall past his pants and socks and just fell into the bare mattress on the floor. That was the end of his day. CB woke up wiped the sleep from his eyes, pushed himself up on his ass and grabbed a beer can in arms reach. He swirled it around, smelled it and drank from it. "Ahhh. Breakfast of Champions." Looking around focusing on the corner where all his dirty clothes for the week ended up including his bed linen and pillow cases. Then his eyes followed his still visible tracks out his bedroom door. Of course the door was taken off and leaning on the far wall." I really need a woman around here to tidy up this dump, Oh shit what time is it" His hands scrambling under his legs behind his head till he found an old wind up alarm clock. "8 o'clock, I got to get moving. Where's my pho,,,new no, no" After her solo dinner, Kari walked around the grounds of the facility. She mingled with the staff and some of the other residents that stayed on site. Each of them had their problems, their reasons for being here. Soon it was lights out. As she laid in her loft bed, she was afraid to close her eyes. Tomorrow was unknown to her. And it scared her. To wake up and not know anything. But she could only lay awake for so long before she eventually fell asleep. And when her eyes opened the next morning, she was in silent panic. She slowly sat up and looked around. So many things forgotten. Name. Age. Location. And a few other things. Luckily, basic human instincts like breathing and talking and eating were never forgotten. There was a knock on her door. Carefully climbing down the 'stairs' of her loft, she timidly opened the door. Anna was there with a warm breakfast plate. In a soft assuring voice, the woman explain a cliff notes version of Kari's situation. Kari, like every day before, eventually allowed Anna into the tiny home. Then for the next hour, Anna did her best to bring Kari back up to speed. That's when Kari's note about meeting CD was discovered. After another handful of minutes of conversation, Kari felt ready to see why this note was written to begin with. She quickly changed out of her pj's and into a casual wear football jersey--blue with white large numbers this time. Anna chauffeured Kari to the beach, dropping her off with a promise to return within two hours. Kari wasn't allowed to drive. She used to have a license--but it was long expired. And doctors wouldn't authorize a renewal for her. Since Kari had forgotten yesterday's chat with CB, she also didn't know what he looked like. The only thing she was able to do, was sit on a clean sandy spot away from the water and wait. It was a less than valor morning for CB. He got hung up at the ATT store with some dork who was telling him he needed a new sim card, wouldn't be able to keep his phone number Ada Ada Ada. He finally just asked for a manager who abruptly swapped them out and allowed him to keep his number. Then upon his arrival at the Beach Comber, he couldn't believe the parking lot full, a waiting line to get in the door. Finally finding a spot in the front he jiggled his feet into his panama Joe flip-flops. Tossed a Dale Earhart T-shirt over his head and headed for the entrance. "Souse me, pardon me, hey souse me" as he tried to make his way through the door. A hand grabbed his shoulder from behind "What d'ya think ya doing fella?" CB jerked his head around "What's going on here all these people" and few mustered up the reason" Its five dollar buffet day" He shrugged the men hand from his shoulder. "Who gives a rats ass. I'm meeting somebody and rustled past men and women and found himself in the middle of the floor. Quickly scanning out every individual inside before dashing to the patio." Where are you" He could hear commotion coming at him "That's him over there." Another quick glance around "c'mon" He needed more time he headed over towards the brick three-foot wall that shells the beach, and there she was. Looking back over his shoulder at the mob that was forming he barreled over the wall slightly tearing his camo shorts and skinning his knee. Nearly doing a face plant only about 6 feet from her sitting in the sand. Brushing the sand from his hair and face. "HI I thought we agreed to meet over there." There was at least 8 people peering from the terrace. Kari enjoyed just sitting on the beach, watching others walk around or surf/swim in the water. The breeze felt really nice. She wasn't particularly well-dressed for treading into the water. She did know how to swim, but just wasn't interested in that right now. Her people watching had her distracted from the commotion nearby. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she heard a voice behind her. Kari stood up, turned around and tilted her head at CB. "Umm...no, I don't think so." She looked at his face, no recognition in her eyes at all. "There was a note on my desk at home that said to come here to meet CB. It said 10 am, but it's past 10 am now." Since she was unsure of this guy standing in front of her, she wearily took one good-sized step back from him. She appeared like she was ready to run and scream for help, but she was first going to give this guy a chance to explain himself for interrupting her. However, she took her eyes off him for a moment and gazed over to where he was talking about. She saw a group of people on a terrace, but turned back to CB with just a shrug of her shoulders. CB was perplexed. "Really Kari! I'm CB! I risk getting my ass kicked to come see you and all you can do is shrug your shoulders. Really?"" Well yeah I'm a little late, but we agreed to 10am on the patio" and he pointed back over his shoulder where the crowd had slowly dispersed. "The patio?remember? Outside on the patio? " She appeared to be staring right through his soul like he wasn't even there. CB snapped his fingers in front of her bedroom eyes. "Hey (small whistle) anybody in there? He looked down at his torn cargo camos and a trickle of blood on his knee. " I knew it was too good to be true." He turned, kicked some sand and was about to leave. "Why'd you bring me here if you won't even acknowledge me? I'm out of here. " Kari flinched back slightly from his 'outburst'. She stayed quiet while he ranted. Then she bit her lower lip and sighed, running a hand over one side of her face and groaned in a bit of her own frustration. "Shit...CB...you are the one the note was about. Look... I'm... I'm really sorry about this." She wasn't sure what to really say to make this better between them. While he had been ranting, she was taking in his appearance. As messed up as she was, and as messed up as she made this meeting on the beach--she still thought he was very attractive. Nervously, she wrung her hands together and fidgeted--shifting from one leg to the other. "CB...wait..." She somewhat attempted to reach out and stop him by latching on to his arm, but she quickly retreated that attempt. She wasn't sure if touching him now would make him even more mad at her. To gather her thoughts, she took a few seconds to glance at the water before turning back to him. That's when she noticed his leg. "Oh hell...you're bleeding, CB." Then she dared to take him by the hand, "C'mon...maybe we can ask one of the staff here for a first aid kit. And then...maybe... I can explain....things...." She seemed to stumble to speak, revealing an internal struggle on how to reveal something major. CB turned on her near attempt to console him. " What this?" He bent just enough for his finger to brush the smallish trickle of blood, dripping from his now pinkish sand covered knee to his calves. And ever so gently, leaving just a dot of blood on her cheek with a slight poke before flashing his million dollar grin and sucking off the rest of it, as his tongue lavishly polished any remnants that were missed." Shit girl I have been hurt a lot worse by women just like you." Slowly pulling his shirt up over his broad chest exposing a pair of smooth toned out, bulging, pecks and expanding the neckline over his head and began inspecting it to make sure he didn't rip it also. To his glee it was okay. "You're lucky. This is a one of a kind here. Look here as he flipped it around to the back exposing a big red #3 and the Intimidates signature below it, I got him to sign this for me.do you know who he is? Or was? You can't just go buy one of these. He died in a crash right here (pointing to the ground) in Daytona." Tried as he could scold her, he couldn't "God you're beautiful. " Her eyes went wide at his action on his leg and then on her face. However, it wasn't enough to deter her. To make her want to leave right now. Again she glanced down at his knee. If it wasn't bothering him, she wasn't going to press about it. Again she shrugged her shoulders at him. But she was a little miffed at his 'just like you' comment. She HATED being compared to other women. "Listen...CB..." She stepped to him in a moment of heated slight anger, poking her finger into his exposed chest. "...don't you ever compare me to anyone else. I can honestly say... I am nothing like anyone you've ever met before." She took a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit. Kari glanced at the number and autograph on the jersey as he asked his question. She shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "Sorry...no. Not a clue." Kari was still a bit mad about his earlier comment, but she was pretty much done ranting about it. His compliment softened her. Kari uncrossed her arms, letting her arms hang loose at her sides. "You'll find out real quick there's a lot I don't know. I'm not dumb or anything like that. But don't expect me to remember current events within the past 10 years." She gave him her best warning disclaimer, not yet telling him what her deal really was. Kari was still trying to figure out how to tell him. Maybe she wanted to be sure he wouldn't bail on her after learning about it. "You'll most likely catch on really quick what my deal is." She hadn't realized she spoke aloud then. CB's lips puckered like a rotten lemon was pushed into him. Not her finger to his solar poll exes. It actually brought a slight smile, he had a little fire stick, that wasn't usually the case with him. His type was usually bought me this or buy me that. Nope he wasn't used to this at all. In fact, it turned him on. His head moving in sync with her small rant. (yes ma'am) "...don't you ever compare me to anyone else. I can honestly say... (no ma'am) I am nothing like anyone you've ever met before." He tried, but he couldn't mask away the smile. On the looking down sequence his eyes bulged when he saw her cleavage and as he ventured down further he became focused on her button-up jeans that she most of had to lie down to get in them. Her body was so tight. With any other chick that would have been a dealbreaker, end of the road sis moment. "You don't know who Dale Earnhardt is?.. Your joking." But surely she wasn't.CB started circling around her as she kept talking. "You'll find out real quick there's a lot I don't know. I'm not dumb or anything like that. But don't expect me to remember current events within the past 10 years." "You'll most likely catch on really quick what my deal is." Circling rings around her sizing her up. Cocking his head to each bounce of her ass cheeks. That was a show all in itself. He wasn't listening, just went along with it" Uh huh .mm huh" He just wanted to reach out and touch it. " I don't think they going to serve us back there .there's a juice hutch right down the beach here. You in?" Her eyes followed him as best she could as he circled her. But she wasn't thrown off by his actions during her rant. And she wasn't going to answer his question about the infamous NASCAR driver. She really didn't know anything about the driver. His proposal for drinks was the thing that 'threw her'. Kari shrugged and scratched the side of her temple again. "Did...you even hear anything I just said?' Kari threw her hands up and sighed. CB was certainly made it difficult in explaining herself to him. Then she figured, if he didn't seem to care or seemed interested enough to know--then she for sure couldn't be blamed by him later. Kari glanced off down the beach. When she spoke again, she seemed subdued and resigned again--mostly just to actually see where things went with her and CB. "Yeah...sure..." She now was trying to figure out if she liked juice. A breeze just then pushed some of her hair in her face. She reached up to sweep it aside again. When she raised her arm, there was a slight visible hint of a tattoo. A part of a very intricately designed and colored Lotus tattoo. "Yeah...sure..." Now that somber voice did grab his attention. " Well don't get too excited. What you don't like juice, you want something stronger? That can be arranged." He was baffled, what was he doing wrong don't all women love getting attention? CB did cause just about every male on the beach was taking a peek at this beauty queen HE was with. He was loving it. Even winking to the couple walking by, whose girlfriend was furious and annoyed her boyfriend was paying more attention to Kari than her. Even some of the females were break necking and ogling, and they weren't all for him. She was eye candy. When she raised her arm and previewed her Lotus tattoo. CB grabbed her elbow and held the pose, "Woah now sister. Nice you get that on the boardwalk here looks like some Burnouts artwork is that who did it. She wasn't bothered by him holding her arm to get a better view. She slightly turned her head trying to look at it as well. Kari squinted her eyes, trying to recall if in the mornings Update mentioned her tattoo. And it was mentioned. "Oh...uh.... I'm told I got it 3...yeah 3 years ago." She touched it with the fingertips of her opposite hand. "Burnout?" Kari shook her head. "I don't remember who did this. I can even remember getting it. I have to go by what my people tell me about things like this." For the moment, she sounded really sad about it. She did go on with her life, day after day, but she was only human. And this sort of condition was dragging on her.Finally, she pulled her arm free. "As for the juice. I said it was fine. I was just trying to think if I like juice or not. Furthermore, I mean... I'm willing to give it a shot." She took a step in that direction. "C'mon..." Kari had turned her head, noticing how others were looking at her. It made her a bit self-conscious, but she tried not to let it bother her. "No. I stay away from alcohol pretty much. Personal decision and all." She actually gave a quick shrug of her shoulders with an almost their smile. Her first real attempt to smile since this meeting began. 3 years ago, huh?" I don't remember who did this. I can even remember getting it. CB Giggled. "Yeah I had my share of them days too. Look at the good side of it, could have been a lot worse than a pretty red poinsettia on your arm." He didn't say anything at least not to her, just a short awkward look at the mention of "my people' and he whispered it too himself. "My people"The more she spoke, the more confused he was getting. The juice and constant shoulder shrugging. He was going to badger her about the juice especially after she said no alcohol. CB s lips shriveled up under his nose like an odor had been released. He stopped both of them in mid-step. By placing a solo finger in one of her back belt loops "Kari! What are you trying to tell me? You never had juice before ? Are you allergic to it or what? What am I missing here? And who are these people telling you stuff.?" He didn't know what, but something was very troublesome for his prom queen. People were noticing and staring. "What the fuck you looking at You ain't got no life Get out of here, all of ya!" C'mon Kari lets go up behind the dunes where ALL THESE PEOPLE CAN MIND THEIR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!!.. C'mon Baby" Kari titled her head at him a little bit. "It's a Lotus, not a poinsettia." She was pretty adamant about that. Again she shifted from one foot to the other, this time massaging/itching a random spot on her lower right arm. She wasn't sure exactly what to say to him, feeling a little awkward after he yelled at a few on lookers. "The dunes? Yeah...ok." She went along with him, letting him lead the way. Kari wasn't sure where the dunes were. Sure she could have eventually found them--after wasting time figuring out what dunes were. While they walked, she was a bit quiet. Introspectively in deep thought. Mostly about how to form the words to tell him in a way that wouldn't freak him out about her. At the bottom of the dunes, she finally turned to him--ready to speak. "The juice deal... I might have had it before. But don't bother asking when or what flavor. Juice comes in flavors right?" She paused there, shaking her head--not really wanting him to answer. She motioned with her hands to just forget about that. "Anyway...the people that tell me stuff...is my support team. I live on the grounds of a facility...like a hospital I guess. But not a hospital." She took a breath, trying to slow down to give him time to process. "Every morning during breakfast...they bring me up to speed on major plot points in my life. They don't really have time to inform me of stuff like Dale Earnhardt or things like that." Nervously, she ran a hand through her hair. "I guess I should apologize for how our meet up started. If you think I was playing you. Obviously, you and I did something yesterday...since the note on my desk and all...but...no clue what we did." "It's a Lotus, not a poinsettia." CB nodded his head in acknowledgement of his error, tilting his frame to catch another look at this Lotus thing. "Oh a Load us" Stumbling slightly as the sand turned to sugar approaching the dunes. A smallish laugh as he reached and lightly embraced her fingers to keep his balance but unable to maintain the contact. Juice comes in flavors right?" His teeth excelling to a grotesque obtuse overbite, his eyes squinting as he peered back into the sun. I live on the grounds of a facility...like a hospital I guess. But not a hospital. Shaking his head in disbelief causing more sand to flutter off his scalp, as her confession slowly evolved. Waving her off with the comment about DE (oh that's nothing) But kind of concerned with the rest. Concerned enough that this time his knee buckled and he lost his balance. Reaching for the only lifeline, he ended up pulling Kari on top of him, caressing her jersey. Her long dark locks resting on his face, cradling her tight to his chest in an overdramatic two foot fall. Then laughing it off. "So what you don't remember what you did last week? You don't need a SUPPORT TEAM for that do ya?" Her face, smooth toned features right next to him. He could smell just a sweet light tint of something around her collar that differed from the salty smell of the beach, (Mummy) His chin resting in the folds of her shoulder, while the point of his nose traced invisible lines causing their cheeks to rub. "MMM mm Hospital?. You don't need any Hosp MMMmmmm" Kari gasped loudly, feeling it was a slow fall down and landing on top of him. She was startled, not expecting such a thing. She heard everything he said, but her reply was very delayed. Furthermore, she was too focused on processing what just happened and trying to regroup herself. And then he was sniffing her. More awkwardness fluttered through her. Kari narrowed her eyes, "Ya know...if you wanted to hug me...you could have just asked." She hid her nervousness with some snarky banter. "And yeah... I do need a team. They help me keep track of things." There was no use to struggle to get free, and it's not like she was complaining about being 'trapped' in his embrace. Although his continued sniffing was a little weird to her. "It's...it's not a hospital." She stumbled in her words to correct him again. "If you saw it...it's more of a neighborhood...a private neighborhood." And since she was a woman in her prime, her body did somewhat respond to being held close to him. Kari breathed in deeply. "Hey...uh...you can...uh...let me up now..." "A hug? What do you think I planned it." His hands clutched her waist and lifted and twisted her to where her ass was perched against his stomach, knees hiked and an ankle under each arm pit. "I don't get this whole team thing you keep saying. Keep track of what kind of things. Ain't that what your family and friends do? Y'now remind you of THINGS.? CB could sense his questions were perturbing her. "Look baby I'm not trying to sound vindictive. Its just some stuff your slinging at me, I can't dodge or get around it y'know?" "Hey...uh...you can...uh...let me up now..."" Your free, I'm not holding you now. His empty hands attested in the air. So, in a nutshell, you live in a gated community with a support team that tells you what to like and what not to like. Does that about sum it up? "Sorry..." She apologized for 'assuming' he wanted a hug. He showed her his hands, so she stood up, then offered her hand to help him up. "I know it's a lot. I have to sit through it every morning over breakfast." She tried to make it sound lighthearted, but really failed. She had some sand on her knees and clothes now. Furthermore, she somewhat leaned over to wipe them off. In the process, she gave him a bit more of her chest to Google. She clearly wasn't aware of it. Then she stood up. Kari shook her head no at him. "They don't tell me what to like and not like. That's up to me. They just... I guess...best way to say it...they remind me of major facts in my life. My name, age..." She sighed. "As for likes and dislikes, they just remind me what I've chosen in the past." Kari then slyly smiled at him. "For instance...when I return home, I'll tell them....that I kinda like this guy named CB. Though I'm unsure of his real name." She stepped back from him. "Tomorrow they are going to tell me all of this stuff. And as for family... I don't know... I'm told they are out of state and some of them just don't really want to bother with me." Again she just shrugged. "I guess some of them are kinda hurt that I don't know them anymore. They are strangers to me. So it's not like I'm even upset that they aren't around anymore." Then she snapped her fingers as if remembering something. "OH yeah...my parents though...died in a car accident a while ago." I mean he's a guy how he could, he not pass a free shot of cleavage from such a loose worn piece of clothing. They weren't some of the jumbo's that he's rolled his entire head in, but they were a nice size handful. Though I'm unsure of his real name.""Oh, Everybody in this town knows me as CB. They wouldn't know Chad Bennett, It's Chad" with a he artful smile. His face turned to a solace stone at her disheartening news of her defunct family and friends and the tragic loss of her parents."Oh, I am so sorry. Trying immediately to change and liven the subject. "So if I reached over and kissed you, you wouldn't remember? Like you forget everything that happened today? No wait a minute." His head scanning the beachside and up into the dunes, even trying to gauge the beachside cottages, windows and porches, anything within his line of sight. "Your support team ain't spyin' on us now are they?" Then he thought back to that Computer Alert, the previous night. "Do they monitor your communications too? Because I got this eerie feeling, paranoia is overtaken me Kari." Hearing his real name did make her genuinely smile. She held out her hand to him to shake. "Nice to meet you, Chad. Don't worry... I'll make a note to call you CB if you want." She would honor his choice of name. "But for the record, I really like being the only one to call you Chad then." After the handshake, she ran a hand through her hair again. Still she had been oblivious that he got to Google her figure. She wasn't a top model or an exotic goddess, but she still had a nice figure. Ironic if you think about it--great bod, bad mind. Genetics were the ultimate source of pranks sometimes." I would remember...until I fall asleep. Then when I wake up in the morning...blank slate." Kari made a wiping motion with her hands. "That's why I sit through breakfast...to be brought back up to speed on things." She paused in her answers, watching him scan the area. She herself looked where he did, wondering if he was looking for something specific. "No. I was dropped off. He'll be back to pick me up soon though." She then lifted a pant leg, revealing a sort of ankle bracelet. "They don't spy. But... I wear this...in case I don't return to the facility by dinner time. That's when they go out to bring me back." She then legs go of her pant leg, leaving her arms at her sides. "And no, they let me have my freedom. That's why I'm here hanging out with you. There's no chaperone." "Can you at least remember how long this has been going on? You sure they are not wiping your brain with some kind of chemicals or something. Or maybe a mental brainwash. I have never heard of this . Except in the movie Groundhog Dayan there was another one with that Cameron Diaz, First Date think it was called. But I just don't believe they were based on true stories. "Whose paying for all this. Is that what it is? Your parents had a boatload of money and this so-called support team is your power of attorney." CB staring intently into her eyes. "Spending all your money while they erase you on a daily basis. " His face turning red and not from the sun. "Them sons of bitches spying on me, I . We are going to get some answers even if we have to spy on them."Who's this guy picking you up? Kari, how do you know you can trust ANY of these people? They could be milking millions off you, leave you high and dry when the money runs out. How you going to know?" It was CB's turn to display the shoulder shrug this time,"The better question is how you going to know of CB is your friend and going to try and help you figure this out, if you won't even recognize me tomorrow." Kari only had what she was told at breakfast. She had no personal memory to answer his questions. "5 years now...almost 6. I was in the middle of college." Her answers sounded rehearsed, not personal. She shook her head at him. "Never heard of those movies." She tilted her head. "I guess it's a state-funded place to help people." She scratched at her head again, but then put a hand on his shoulder. "No one is spying on us." Then his next few comments did cause her to be unsure of things. She shook her head in denial. And she moved to sit down somewhere, not caring if she got sand on her bum. "Why would someone purposely remove my memories every day only to tell me the next day? CB... Chad..." She paused and motioned around them again. "There's no one here spying on you..." She then stepped back from him. "The guy from the facility that dropped me off here, his name is Kevin. These people have been nothing but helpful. I don't think they are shady at all." CB was astonished to say the least "Kari? Honey, are you listening to yourself or just programmed to read script. You're sounding more like a robot, than who you should be." A frequent concentrated stare back and forth the surroundings, to her. "You only know what they want you to know, and they feed you that tidbit of yours or SOMEONE'S life every day. These people have been nothing but helpful. I don't think they are shady at all."" Do you really want to go on like this? It ain't no life Kari, your someone's puppet, like a marionette, a beautiful doll." His fingers slowly went over her brow and down, lightly scraping her cheek. "But someone else is pulling your strings. It's definitely not you "Again his eyes searching down the beach. "What time is this Calvin guy coming to get you? " A quick swat and pant lift for a speedy examination of the ankle monitor. "Wow they certainly don't want you to lose that do they GEE. "Who put that on for ya?" he rolled her pant leg back down and eyed the beach again. Then slowly following the contours of her body up to her face. Looking up smiling. "Never mind dumb question." Kari frowned, deep in thought. All of his questions, were now making her doubt things. Softly she replied, "I... I don't know." She scratched under her chin this time. "None of the others don't seem like...that this place is doing anything to them. So why would it just be me? It doesn't make any sense." This meeting with CB wasn't going as planned. She was just wanting to connect with someone. Sure having her support team was great, but Kari was longing for someone outside that circle. "I don't feel like a puppet at all."" It's Kevin...not Calvin." She again corrected him. Her expression suddenly changed from confidence to doubt. "He's picking me up any minute now..." Kari paused, watching him check for her ankle monitor. "See nothing funny. It's just in case... I go blank again. If that happened, I wouldn't know where to go. And they know if I don't come back home in a certain time, to find me." She put a hand on his shoulder, jostling him a bit. "If you don't believe any of this...then...just come back with me. See the place for yourself. They've got nothing to hide." CB didn't even know Kevin, but he didn't' t like him already. "Any minute now. What do they put a curfew on you too? Something just ain't right about this Kari." Her hand on his shoulder was about as personal as the previous handshake. But it was admirable considering the circumstances." If you don't believe any of this...then...just come back with me. See the place for yourself. They've got nothing to hide."" Come back with you? HAH !" All he could picture was walking into a room behind her and being shanghaied and drugged strapped down to a table and not remembering a thing. "Uh I think I'll pass on that for right now, but I would like to have the address if you could give it to me. I will come visit maybe even tonight before they wipe your . Uh before you forget about me. " "No. I don't have a curfew." She then pulled out a phone. "If you want, I can call and cancel that ride. They won't have a problem with that at all." Kari was ready to dial her team number, but didn't yet. But his next comment made her put her phone away. "Why do you get to be so sure that they'd do that to you? You haven't been living with them." She grunted and shook her head. "Maybe we shouldn't meet up anymore. Then you wouldn't have to worry about anything." Kari turned and huffed away, heading back to the spot where Kevin originally dropped her off. She felt a little hurt inside. She had high hopes to finally meet someone she could see if it really worked out. Turns out CB was a not. Kari wiped at her face, but she wasn't crying. One thing she was for sure about, was that she was wanting to forget about CB now. "Oh c'mon Kari. Kari doesn't go running off... Kareem! As he pushed up out of the sand he lost one of his flip-flops. Reaching down to grasp it before accelerating to catch and pass Kari. CB standing in her path as he tries to re-shoe himself balancing on one leg. "Hey I didn't mean nothin' by it. But just look at it from my point of view. Kari you're a wonderful woman and I would love to spend some time with you, but I have to check in with my team. Oh, and by the way I won't know who you are in the morning. Does that make any sense ?" Lost his balance. He sunk to his knees in the sugary sand and begged her. The few people on the beach line and in the distant surf started pointing and oohing and awning. CB kept to himself this time and just nodded in agreement. His puppy dog eyes protruding. "C'mon Kari. Stay with me tonight." All the beach goers waiting for her reaction and ready to applaud to the newly engaged couple. Kari was a bit away from the Dunes now, when CB finally caught up to her. But she paused in her tracks since he was blocking her path. Kari rocked back on her heal. She was still a bit mad at him. "Look...throwing it back on me isn't winning you any brownie points. I already know it sounds crazy. But I was being honest with you upfront." She crossed her arms over her chest again. "I'm not one to play games... Chad." She used his real name to show she meant business. When he fell to his knees, she dropped her arms to her sides. "C'mon now...don't do that..." She side glanced at the spectators. "Look...you attracting unwanted attention to us, Chad." She moved to help him up to her feet. Then she pulled out her phone again. She dialed Kevin's number. In the one-sided conversation, Chad would hear her mumble to Kevin, "Yeah... I want to stay at a friends house tonight. No... I'm not running off again. Yes I told him about me. I know... I know.... I'll return to the facility for breakfast. Thanks, Kevin." She didn't hang up just yet. But she addressed CB, "He wants to know the address that I'll be staying in tonight. If I happened to disappear again...they'll want to know a last place starting point to search for me if I don't show up for breakfast tomorrow." The way she spoke, it was clear she had gone AWOL before on her team. Chad was awaiting her response as well as all the on lookers. He curiously listened to Kari explaining to Kevin." Yeah... I want to stay at a friends house tonight. No... I'm not running off again. The crowd was growing anxious. Chad played them and gave them a shrug. While she was still on the phone." He wants to know the address that I'll be staying in tonight. "Chad had a big smile "Oh that would be 41 .14 Redbud Avenue"Chad raised his arms and two thumbs up and the standing ovation and whooping started. "C'mon let's have a little fun with them"He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, planted a short giggling kiss on her cheek, a pat on her ass and was coaxing her forward to the landing where he parked his Toyota." That's my blue truck over there baby. So did they punish you the last time you ran away?" Kari repeated the address to Kevin. There were a few more yes's and uh-huh's. Finally, she hung up, putting her phone away. "Done." She would have preferred to ignore the crowd they were attracting--not really sure why strangers were interested in her situation. "A little what?" Before she could really question him, she was getting some sort of affection from him. It was the first time she'd ever been kissed by a boy--as far as she could remember. Chad would be her first in all of that regard as far as she knew. She willingly walked with him towards his truck. She didn't have a car in the parking lot for them to worry about. Once she saw the truck she nodded in approval at it. "And it's a very nice blue color." She wasn't going to say it was her favorite color. She didn't know what her favorite color even was. It wasn't really part of her breakfast debriefings, since she never really asked about it before. Her team made notes of what she had asked about in the past and made it part of what they told her every morning. Kari didn't mind him calling her baby. She was going to give him a chance. She was going to show him that his crazy conspiracies were his wild imagination. "No. They don't punish me. They just find where I am and bring me back home. Furthermore, they try to do it without getting the cops involved. Apparently last time... I was causing quite a ruckus at a store." She paused and then added, "I think it was a Walmart...that they said they found me at." She just shrugged. "I can't see you causing a ruckus anywhere." (Nodding to her) "Unless your driving all the boys crazy with that sexy body of yours." At the arrival to his truck, he opened the passenger side door for her. "OOP wait a moment. Forgot those were in there." He hastily removed a crescent wrench and a set of deep well sockets from the front seat. Scooping them up in a rag and tossing them in his diamond plate tool box in the bed of his truck, Using his hand to wipe any dirt or loose grit from the seat. "There you go." He watched as she lifted her leg exposing that nice tight ass once again, to crawl into the front bench seat before he raced around the hood to enter the drivers side. The conversation was minimal as he bragged to an uncaring ear how he swapped out a standard transmission for an automatic. But he was proud of his truck as he drove the 2 and1/4 miles to Redbud Ave. She was just busy sightseeing or daydreaming he wasn't sure what was going through her head anymore. Besides the wind from the rolled down window. But she sure was a looker, and he didn't mind at all. As they pulled off the pavement on to the dirt road. There were a few vehicles that CB was working on lined up right under his ugly hand painted tin sign. BENNETT AUTO REPAIR 4112 REDBUD AVENUE328 -1962He pulled in the driveway dodging the cars and trucks awaiting service. His hand filtering over to her lap. Watching and waiting for a probable barrage if she noticed a different address than he told her. "It ain't much but it's all mine. I'm going to warn you though. (Squinting his facial features) I have been super busy and haven' had the time to clean up, do the laundry or nothing. It won't take but a few minutes to tidy her up." As he exited the vehicle, entering into the cleanest room on the property, the screened in porch aka his office. "Hang with me long enough...you'd be surprised." Kari slightly smirked and rolled her eyes about his boys comment. She shook her head at him, also amused by him. She was about to get in the passenger side, but paused and watched him clean off the seat for her. "Such a gentleman." She patted the side of his cheek with a soft giggle and then took her seat in his truck. Kari quickly put her seat belt on and glanced around the interior in the time it took him to get in his seat. "Well...going to make it official... I think I kinda like trucks." Kari raised her right arm up, resting her elbow on the door armrest, and her hand was somewhat resting entangled in her hair on the right side of her head. She glanced over at him. While she wasn't into the inner workings of a vehicle, she did listen intently to what he had to say about his truck. The dirt road was a little bumpy, so she sat up straight with her hands in her lap. She was staring out the windshield, "Oh you own the place?" And that's when she saw the sign, specifically the address. She remembered clearly the phone conversation with Kevin only moments ago. "What the hell...?!" She glared at him, very angry. And she tilted her head at him. Once he stopped the truck and got out, she hastily exited the truck, slamming the door. She pointed with a finger back at the sign and angrily shouted. "That's a TWO not a FOUR! You said four. I told him 4. What the hell game you playing Chad?" Then she raised her arms as high as her chest, shook her head and was taking steps back. "Ya know what... I don't want to know. I have enough to deal with in my life... I don't need a guy and his shenanigans." Then she turned and began walking back down the road to the main street. Clearly Kari was a firecracker that didn't like to be messed with. CB was going in the screen door and heard the slamming of his truck door. Barely turning just to let her know it was a classic "You don't have to shut these doors that hard babe, they self latch."" That's a TWO not a FOUR! You said four. I told him 4. What the hell game you playing Chad?" He just pulled his camos out the crack of his ass and merrily sat down on the threshold propping the door with his knee. It wasn't a total lie." C'mon Kari, don't make me chase you down again." She was still murmuring out loud, as she sauntered up the red clay road." Kari! You don't even know where you're going. Do you?" her pace seemed to quicken. She wasn't slowing down. CB took a deep breath stood up and clasped his hands together like a mega phone."4114 IS MY PROPERTY ALSO, IT'S MY BARN, MY WAREHOUSE WHERE I GET PARTS SHIPPED TO. IT'S THE NEXT LOT OVER."CB sat back down and buried his head in his hands. "Women. Can't live with them .can't live without them." "No... I don't know where I am going." This was clearly an example of where the ankle tracker came into play. She wasn't planning on going straight home in her "heat of the moment anger". And that's how she often wound up in some police situations. By now she was quite a distance away from where he sat. But his yelling did reach her. She paused, not yet quite turning around just yet. She stood there, clenching her fists, obviously working to a decision of sorts. Finally, she grunted and turned around, mumbling under her breath, "This better not be another trick." Still she did not walk back to him, opting to just stand there for a few more moments. Kari took a deep breath and trudged back to where he sat. Once she was close enough, she mouthed off to him. "Ya know...you had all these crazy notions about my people...but here you are...always having a quick answer for things. You are looking more shady and untrustworthy to me more than what the crap you were spouting off about the facility I live at." She had been walking up to him the whole time, stopping just in front of him. She folded her arms across her chest, "I'll give you one more chance... Chad." She lowered her arms, but still seemed so weary of him. She looked around the area, as if to say, 'there's no crowd here now for you to play up to'. CB watched as she paused at the end of the road. Silently mouthing "C'mon baby. That's right" The mocked snatching the hook into a big bass and reeling her in. Before she turned off course. That would have been a whole new escapade. His head nodding approvingly as she looked like coming back from a death march in defeat. Slowly and exhausting trudging back. He had his arms wide open, welcoming her back ready to graciously accept an apology. WRONG. All she did was reload and expand her arsenal. Ya know...you had all these crazy notions about my people...but here you are...always having a quick answer for things. Head down. Chad was getting used to this. Attempting to squeeze in a sentence, "these are your people not mine. I . I just wanted .(now standing) "Do you think I want them to know where I live?" I'll give you one more chance... Chad." Chad mockingly crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, thank you. Now would like a beer your majesty? You are absolutely adorable when you're pissed." Cautiously as if it were hot, his finger reached toward her, pushing a single strand of her hair behind her ear. "C'mon and if you don't want beer, there's some ice tea for my customers. Just watch your step, there shit everywhere in here, well not shit, but stuff. "Yeah...well...you seem to think they are doing...weird stuff to me. That's all you, Chad. Not me. I am trusting them more now that I trust you." She didn't seem regretful in outright saying that. Kari sighed in frustration, slapping her palms against the sides of her legs. For now, she had gotten the ranting out of her and she settled down. "And don't call me that." She only lightly scolded him. All the heat from the anger earlier had faded. Finally, Kari stepped closer to him--daring to put herself in arms reach of him. "I don't really drink. I'll just have water instead." She was purposely choosing an option he didn't give her, purposely being difficult for him. Kari remained stilled, aside from breathing, when he touched her hair. Carefully she entered his place, making sure to dodge the obstacles of his stuff in piles around the floor. Then to try to get back to being cordial again, she presented a random question. "So...how long have you owned this place?" CB carried forward the conversation staggering around clutter and clothes, ripping into a fresh twelve packs consuming the entire top shelf of his fridge. Grabbing the last bottle of water from the side carriage before closing the door with his foot. "It's not that I think they are doing weird stuff." Here,"(handing her the plastic bottle.)" I got some more in there for you when I spot them." He took his cold beer and wiped the cool condensation droplets across his forehead, "Sorry the AC kinda on the fritz lately too." He was almost embarrassed." Look I'm sorry about ALL THIS." (His hands spanning the whole aura. " I don't know Kari it just don't seem normal, to be controlled like that, this day in age. Can't they treat it instead of just surpassing with a breakfast briefing? There are amazing doctors internationally that have cures, but don't necessarily meet the government standards. Have you checked into any of this? Of course, you haven't personally, but what about them? "He wheeled his desk chair across the carpet towards her. Just sit down here while I get some of this stuff out'a here. He popped the top on his beer, took all long healthy chug about 1/2 of it. Wiped the excess foam from his lip with his forearm." This was my dad's place, I was born over there, (pointing across to the garage portion of his property.) Yep, that was my playground for my whole life. Dad taught me how to fix damn near anything that was broken for a dollar, a just like him, it gets fixed for others, but not for ourselves, as you can see for yourself."" Maybe that's why mama didn't stick around long." He bent down and grabbed an armload of magazines and clothes, searched for a new spot for them, and discarded them all into a lone clothes hamper. "There." Finishing off the rest of his beer, did the male one-handed crush and tossed it in the sink, with the others that were scattered, along with some dirty plates and silverware, before callously reaching for the next. " Need another water yet?" "Thanks...." She mumbled somewhat unsure, as she looked around after taking the water from him. She just sighed. "I'm...not controlled. They just offer me a safe place to stay and keep me informed. Imagine...if you woke up each morning...not knowing anything but basic human survival stuff...like eating and breathing." She motioned to around them. "I know enough to clean up somewhat. Although, my place is like...really, really small. But big enough for me. My own space to do as I please." Finally having a spot to sit down, she did and then continued. "If I want to go somewhere... I just tell them. They drive me, no questions asked. Well...aside of where I'm being dropped off or whatever...so they know where to pick me up." Kari leaned back in the chair, pausing after his question. She looked at her bottled water, having not even opened it yet. "Oh uh...no... I'm good." She unscrewed the cap and took a normal-sized sip. "They told me everything since I've been there and whatever I had told them from before being there...is in my file. And I can ask to see it for myself any time." Then she sat up for a bit. "And the reason I know all of this now...is because they told me this morning." In a moment of sympathy, she reached out, gently touching his lower arm, "Sorry about...your mom leaving you." She didn't know what else to say about that, so she let go of his arm, focusing on drinking more water then. Abruptly she blurted out, "If you want me to keep visiting you here...maybe you should clean up just a little." Kari wasn't interested in changing him completely, just perhaps have a little bit of consideration for having company over. "So besides a few extras, you're daily briefing is just a rehash of the previous morning, a summary of your life. ""Sorry about...your mom leaving you." Her gentle touch soothing the burn momentarily. " It's fine we both went our parting ways 'kept I was only eight years old."CB started turned his attention to the sink counter. Reaching under it to grab a large black lawn and leaf bag and shaking it open. He began picking up the cans from the sink, pouring the swill out before tossing them into the bag." If you want me to keep visiting you here...maybe you should clean up just a little." A little disgruntled, picking up the corner of the bag, "What do you think I'm doing?" Continuing on emptying the sink, "It's not like you're going to remember anyway, right?" He was thinking this room was nothing compared to the rats nest in the bedroom. Then the brainstorm hit, and he adds questions to be answered, if she could. Spinning his attention from the counter to the interesting woman who was in his living room." Do they give you anything to help you sleep? What happens if you don't sleep at all? Do you retain everything from the day? Or what if you just take a short nap in the afternoon, like say now, Will you remember anything when you wake up.?" "Yeah...that...and whatever I ask about." She slightly shrugged, "But yeah, it's basically just as much as I can handle. It's...really a lot to take in...having someone you don't know telling stuff about you that you should know." Kari just nodded at the added extra info about his mom and him. She had already made her attempt to comfort him once already, and he seemed grateful/accepting of that. So she left it at that. She watched him for a moment, as he cleaned up a bit. She remained seated, drinking her water. It was really refreshing. But his question seemed a little harsh to her, she set her bottle down and bowed her head, lowly mumbling. "No...tomorrow...everything today will be forgotten." She seemed really sad about that--the fact that she would forget about meeting him. But it couldn't be helped. Kari raised her head, tilting her head at all of his sudden questions/ideas/theories. Then she thought about it all. "I... I'm not sure. Naps? I don't think I've taken any since...well I don't know. Never really thought to ask about that. And trying NOT to sleep...oh, no...they don't give me anything. I don't take any meds for this." She sat up straighter. "What...are you suggesting I take a nap now?" Kari's expression was really sudden apprehension and fear. She never thought to try to trigger her condition on purpose. Chads question seemed to hit home a little as he noticed an impatient squirm. "Take a nap now? Of course not. Chill out relax." He began tossing other small items into the bag, after inspecting them for worth. "Kari I'm not here to grill you. I'm just putting things out there. Just little for instances. I mean I don't know. Maybe your team is great and doing everything they can do for you. But you don't really know that do you?" He grabbed a pile of old newspapers, staring at the headlines. " Hah, Did you know the Governor is chastising Disney World, cause' they don't recognize gender anymore." Then he crumpled it and tossed in the bag. "Countries gone to shit." His attention directed to her again. Only to be snared in a state of momentarily paralysis by her lovely breasts, in that teasing halter top of a jersey, his eyes trailing down her open thigh seating position to that now exposed bracelet.' And that thing. How does that work. Do they know you're here right now? Can they hear us.? If that thing were to come off, would they know it right away, and your friend Calvin come pulling up in my driveway all of a sudden.? "Sorry..." She mumbled an apology. She ignored the way he was ogling her for now. Kari figured that he probably couldn't help it. Obviously a very guy thing to do. One corner of her lip twitched as if she would burst out laughing from such a thought. But she didn't. "No... I didn't. I don't... I don't really pay much attention to other peoples problems. Wouldn't do me any good anyway." She sighed, in a very sad but accepting way. She sat up a bit straight, only to slightly lean over and lift her pant leg even more. "This thing? No...there is no microphone." She then pointed to the red "ON" light. "This just means it's on and fully charged, it's a white light when it's low on battery." She just indirectly told him that she takes it off when she's at 'home'. She only wears it to go off facility grounds. So far, that arrangement has worked just fine for both parties (hers and her teams). "When it's blinking is when they are actively trying to track me down." Then she corrected him again, without looking at him. "And it's KEVIN. Please get his name right, ok?" CB mouthed the name over multiple times "Kevin. Ke vin. Kevin." He was wondering what kind of character Kevin was. What was he, or anybody on her team, for that matter, doing to Kari that she couldn't ever remember? That image left his mind immediately when . "Hey you got a phone right. Why don't you make yourself little text or even recordings of events that happen during the day? Like mocking his phone. "Hey I met this really cute guy today his name is Chad and I really like him. (a girly laugh) Teepee" Then a note of seriousness in his voice. "DON'T TELL ANYONE. They don't check your phone that you know of, do they? If they do, well then you have to make a secret code they can't decipher. See that way at least you would have an idea of the previous day. What if something bad happened, and it keeps happening over and over, and they don't tell you. Kari your phone could be like a mental notebook. Just a thought." Kari just shook her head at him. But she paused and listened to his next idea. "Yeah I have a phone..." She mumbled and nodded, listening to the rest of his idea in silence. Kari stood up then, pulling the cell out of her back pocket. She glared at him, "I don't think I'll be laughing like that. Or laughing at all. You're more of a cute and annoying guy." She unlocked her phone with a thumbprint. At least her fingerprints were still the same. She seemed to struggle at finding where to take notes. Then she just happened to stumble upon it. "Oh...here it is. Notes."" They don't check my phone. It's an invasion of privacy." She ignored the part about making a secret pin code. Kari was quiet as she typed in the Notes app: cute ...and annoying guy, hooked up at the beach. He seems crazy with theories about me...seems kinda safe. oh, and his name is CHAD. She held out the phone for him to read the screen, "Is that enough?" You're more of a cute and annoying guy." Chad nodding in approval. "Yeah I can live with that." Watching her retrieve her phone and thumbprint for the opening code, brought another head nod. As she found the message app. "Anything in there you forgot about? Have you used it before with anyone else.? Invasion of privacy brought a snicker. He didn't pay much attention as her fingers went to work creating a melodic tone of beeps, as she texts herself notes. The bag was getting heavy and full, tying it off and hauling it to the front door he heaved it into his office space. "One down." Kari was holding her phone to him as he turned. "Is that enough?"" What.oh"His eyes squinted, and his finger followed each character of text. "Yeah that's the idea." Jumping away from her, holding his breath while pushing out his pecks and showing her his toned biceps in a strong man pose. "You forgot to remind yourself how BUFF he is, Giggling away in search of another trash bag. "What ever I just think it will help you out in the long run." He gave his approval. Kari nodded and closed the app, then put the phone in her back pocket. Then she looked over to where he put the bag. "See...that wasn't so hard, was it?" She somewhat chuckled. And at his buff comment, she just shook her head at him. "That's your opinion." She was teasing him now. As a reward for attempting to clean up and for being nice right now, she leaned over to him and kissed him on the cheek. It was just a simple kiss. Kari wasn't one to be overly affectionate with someone she just met. But she figured an innocent brief kiss wouldn't hurt either of their reputations. Kari then looked around the room. She put a hand to her chin in though. "Ya know... I'm going to be spending the night. Yeah... I'm still going to do that. And didn't you say your bedroom was worse than this? Where do you sleep then?" She settled her gaze on him. "Where would I sleep then?" "Kari, did you see all them cars out there? There broken, that's why people bring them to me, to fix them. Then people are real impatient, they need their cars. All day from sunup till sometimes the next day, that's all I do. CB leaned over to show his chaffed hands, and she surprised him with that kiss. Wearing it proudly. "Damn, maybe I need to take a break more often, if you see fit to staying around." Right on cue. "Ya know... I'm going to be spending the night. Yeah... I'm still going to do that"Good" He spotted the partial case of premium water, where the newspapers once congregated. He fisted a small six-pack off and started shredding them apart, restocking the fridge's side door. "You ready for one yet? They aren't cold yet, but they are wet." All the while helping himself to another can of suds. Then the million-dollar question about the sleeping quarters. "No rest for the weary." making sure the fridge door sealed shut." I sleep right down that hallway, to the left." Noticing his pants and socks still there from last night, he jaunted to them scooped them up like fielding a ground ball to short stop. Then realizing he wasn't that youthful anymore. Grabbing the small of his back" Mammal. Let me put a load of this stuff in the wash. By the way the bathroom is down here on the right towards the back of the laundry room. It's the one WITH a door. Cleanest room in the house. That's one thing mama taught me. Always, no excuses, clean pair of underwear and a clean bathroom." Kari felt bad for him. So many people taking advantage of him it seems. "Maybe you should start offering to only fix their mistakes if they come in and help clean your home." She would have offered herself, but she felt unreliable. "Really wish I could help you...but you'd waste more time teaching and reteaching me how to fix cars and no cars would get fixed." She sighed. Kari shook her head no to another water. "I'm good for now." She still had a little bit left in her first water bottle. In a surprise move, when he showed her his hands, she leaned over and kissed each of his palms. Kari knew that wouldn't magically make them all better, but she wanted to show some sympathy for him. She also kept her mouth shut about his mom. "I think I do need to use the bathroom." She gave him a nodded, then left the room. She followed his instructions, noting that only bathroom did indeed have a door. Furthermore, she found that quite odd. But then again, her tiny home--only her bathroom had a door--the rest of the space was an open floor plan. Well aside from a very small storage/pantry closet. Once in the bathroom, she didn't waste any time. She did her business, washed her hands, glanced around the room and then rejoined him. "Thanks." "Maybe you should start offering to only fix their mistakes if they come in and help clean your home."CB was haphazardly separating the lights from the dark, more like the linen from his work clothes. Taking a quick peek back at her. "I'm afraid life don't work like that."" Bathroom is right down here. Help yourself."CB admonished her short catwalk down the hallway while trying to lessen her view of his man cave, by bracing his arms across the bedroom doorjamb. Watching her the whole way as she disappeared behind the existing door, "Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave."' Looking to the ceiling. "Thank you, Jesus." Exclaiming "Lord have mercy" and dumping a load of dingy work clothes in the Maytag. Looking at the door and listening as he hastily tips toed out of his torn camos and exited his NASCAR shirt, tossing them on top of the first load. But, he wasn't quick enough, and she caught him in his cartoon boxers, that had a picture of a big silver wrench and the slogan Mr. Fix is across the waist band. "Oh..." She simply nodded, accepting his answer. Kari felt there was no more need to offer him any help on that end. She had offered the best idea she had about it. And while she wasn't rushing in the bathroom, she also wasn't planning on getting back to him asap and catch him in any way shape or form. But she just happened to come out in him stripped down to his boxers. "Oh...." Her eyes went wide and she got a bit embarrassed. Then she slightly giggled. His boxers certainly were amusing to her. "So... I guess that's another nickname you have? Mr. Fixity?" Again she snickered, then forcefully stuffed it down. She didn't want him to get upset, thinking she was teasing him. She didn't think any less of him. In fact, it only showed her he had a humorous carefree side, that he wasn't afraid to show off. "It' suits you. Good color and all..." Kari moved back to the kitchen, sitting back down at the table. In the same seat she was in previously before visiting the bathroom. Just as she was about to get settled down, there was a buzzing in her pocket. Once again she stood up and pulled out her phone. There was a text from Kevin. "Oh... Kevin said he dropped off an overnight care package for me. But it's on your other property." She tucked her phone away. Without waiting for permission, she got up and left this building to collect the package. "No that' not my nickname. These were a gag gift from my last girl f... a gift from a friend" CB shunned himself. He knows not to mention past relationships in the presence of another woman. It never turns out well. (Stupid) He went ahead and threw them in the wash too now that she exited back to the hallway. Peering back, not to embarrass himself any further, before streaking back to the bedroom. CB just finished putting on some gray sweatpants when he heard the buzz. Going back to the threshold (it isn't the washer already unless its broke now)Holding another load of laundry and peeking down the hallway. "Oh that's your phone. Are they checking up on you already? GEE." He was moving the piles of dirty laundry from the bedroom to the laundry room. Tit for Tat as mom would say." Oh... Kevin said he dropped off an overnight care package for me. But it's on your other property."" Why in the hell didn't he just stop here?(trudging down the hall) He had to pass right by here. What's up with...(then he realized she was gone already)He ran out to the screen room watching her disappear down the road again, only this time the other way. Cupping his hands again. "If you have to go inside the fence, it's unlocked. But watch out for Henrietta. KARI! She's just under three feet and an extremely protective mother goose who packs a mean punch...bite." Kari had already been walking and was a little ways away from the front entrance. She did hear him shouting something, so she turned her head his way--giving him a puzzled expression. "What?" She shouted back to him. She stopped walking, turned fully around and stood there with her hands on her hips and her head tilted in a cute way. "I'm just getting the package they left for me. I promise to come right back. I'm not...running or anything. Sheesh!" It was clear then she was assuming he was worried about that. Then finally she turned and began walking again. She reached the fence. At first, she appeared a little unsure of what do to next. But she eventually figured out how to open the fence and stepped past it, leaving it ajar. From there it didn't seem that far to walk to the porch. She could even see the package from the fence. CB watched from his porch steps as she slowly disappeared around the short bend leading to the gated entrance. Debating heavily whether he should chase her down again. He just nodded his head and went back to cleaning up the place. It was starting to look livable after four bags of garbage and three loads of laundry were being completed. He roped the ties around his forearms and carried the bags across the road to his garage. Standing on the clay road bare-chested and shoeless. Peeking around the bend to see if Kari had completed her task yet. You alright over there? Kari !" CB rambled a few feet further down for a better view as daylight was getting scarce, and noticed Henrietta just starting to venture outside the open gate. He ran stumbling through ankle high, pasture grass to the gate. "Get back in their girl." The warehouse wasn't much to look at through his eyes, he had seen it his whole life, but strangers seemed to be drawn to the old barn type structure. It was fashioned with old collectable farming signs and an antique Coca-Cola machine on the colonial type deck. An old-timey hand carved porch swing currently occupied by someone curiously examining a package on her lap. " Hi, you have to keep that gate latched Kari." Kari had reached the porch where the package was. She took a moment and knelt down, opening the box and checking the contents to make sure what was there. She had been zoned out, so CB had startled her when he approached her. Furthermore, she visibly flinched and fell back onto her ass, tipping the box onto its side in the process. Some of the items in the box spilled out. "Gash...gee CB....you shouldn't sneak up on people like that." Kari noticed the mess and groaned. Then she got up and began putting the items back in the box. "Everything I need is here. Now I can stay the night. And then you can see for yourself." The box wasn't heavy at all, since it was mostly pj's, next day outfit and toiletries. There was also a multipage pamphlet with a few highlights of what she would need to know once the morning hit. "I suppose you have a room for me in that mess of a house?" She didn't know how much more he cleaned up since she had been out here to collect her things. CB apologized for startling her. “ Oh Sorry bout that Kari. Here let me help you.” He began placing some of the items back into the box. Staring at the pamphlets along with her before placing them in the box as well. “ Is that your morning rituals, you have to prepare yourself for each new day. “ He helped her to her feet. Admonishing her kept body all the way up. “Yes I have a clean bed . Well not a bed per se' but a clean mattress on the floor. There's plenty of room for both of us. That's what I normally sleep on, but I have comforters and pillows. Your welcome to sleep on the couch if you like. Don't matter none to me. 'Course you're probably not going to remember anything anyway. C'mon let's go back to the house.”

A CHAT YOU WONT SOON FORGET|rating:2.0

Life and Death (Chantal & Korno)

(flap of a wing, the flow of water, Life was(Dynamic, always different, blooming in millions of flowers and passing with millions of rotting trees, moving, appearing in new forms endlessly. Life was the never ending change. Attracted by the first cell division, scared away by the stillness marked by Death, seeking another place to manifest itself. But Death was always right behind, sooner or later claiming what Life created. Life never felt regret of losing own creations to Death, but with time, with eons, some consciousness arose within Life’s being and the shadow of Death, always chasing Life, became something more and more intriguing. Life could never make contact with that strange aspect, was always chased away by a single symptom of Death’s presence, but something reminding curiosity and will to explore the unknown grew stronger within Life’s being. Life appeared in more and more impossible places, challenging, daring Death to show up, pushed by the desire to face it, but Life’s nature never changed. They could never make contact. Until some very fragile creations of Life shown incredible ability to avoid Death. It was rare, but happened. A thing like this could never escape Life’s attention and each time another human returned from Death’s embrace, Life studied it with interest. The specific mark never left them, Life could sense this both alluring and startling presence so clearly, that with time it became unbearable. The desire to learn more about it, to experience it, provoked Life to an extraordinary decision. Through centuries humans addressed Life or it’s aspects in many ways, but Life never felt the need or desire to respond in any form. Life was never bothered by actions of own creations until it decided to take form of one of them. Obviously Life manifested itself only in something what could be called its avatar - it was impossible to fit its whole being into something that limited.(the body was easy, but what was most problematic for Life, was to limit itself to this body. To perceive the world through human senses, Life had to surrender to fragile ears, sense of touch, smell and taste. It took Lifelong time to adjust to the senses and understand humans enough to not stand out of the crowd. With time Life controlled own reactions better, imposed restrictions to self and even received a fitting name, Liv. It turned out that humans’ life had its own beauty and charm. In the frenzy of experiencing the world through human senses, Life almost forgot what pushed it to this decision. Only at night, when her weak body couldn’t operate on its full capacity, when defective eyes were unable to see in the darkness, when there was nothing protecting her from the dangers of the night, Liv felt the familiar shiver of fear and excitement, as if Death was standing behind her back, waiting.--Water was still dripping from her golden hair after swimming in the sea, when Liv walked upstairs to the restaurant’s balcony, searching for a free table. She didn’t have to eat, if she wished so, but eating was one of the pleasures of this existence. After swimming good food was always something she appreciated. Liv hadn’t dried the body well enough so now the white, loose summer clothes adhered to her tanned, golden skin here and there. Also, some grains of sand decorated her face and arms, but it didn’t bother her. Never she paid much attention to her look, treating clothes as a necessity. However, in this warm Mediterranean climate she loved the feeling of sunshine and blows of the wind on her skin, sand under her feet. Her white, loose pants were very long, but when she walked it could be noticed she wore only simple sandals. To her disappointment the tables on the balcony were full, but she decided to wait, instead of searching something unoccupied inside. Liv leaned against the wooden balustrade and with familiar mixed feelings observed the darkening sunset. She wasn’t still - her fingers drummed against the wood, upper body swayed gently in the rhythm of waves, while the feet slightly moved to the beat of the music coming from the restaurant. The young prince, lay on the bed, too seriously ill to have even a semblance of a chance to live. The king’s unchallenged powers, his immense riches, his loyal subjects or even the vast army at his command, were of little help to see him through this grim battle of survival. Death stood at the doorstep, waiting indifferently and unmoved, for that right moment to enter the room that was already too full of grief. He had a task to fulfil, a power thrust on him by an invisible force or power. And when the time came, Death had walked up to the bed.“Come, my friend, we have a journey to undertake,” he said in a voice that was as unemotional as it was final, even as he held the child’s hand. They walked out silently, leaving behind the wailing of a grieving family and kingdom. There was scorn and contempt in his face. For, once again, Life had surrendered and succumbed, overpowered by the strength and sanctity of death. He always won, always took the final call, and always dominated Life, no matter what promise or power she may have possessed at the point of her creation.**Death really admired the endless variety of Life’s creations and yet, he knew that this only added to his burden. Each of her creations meant a death. Sometimes he felt tired, tired at the grief and distress that his actions left behind, of the vacuum that it would leave in patterns of a family or friendship. Through the endless passage of time, Death always chased Life. It was the ordained and inevitable path that he had to take. And when he did, he saw for himself what Life had left behind – the beginning, the beauty, the happiness, and immense hope as against what Death always offered – end, fear, grief and despair. While Death still played a big role to play, recent events in the world of humanity and medical science, in particular, had partially showed that death could be fought and one need not succumb outright or easily as in history. More instances of overcoming death, at least to an extent to a certain stage, were brought to light. Death also did not take this lying down. New diseases and causes of death and decay followed, mass destruction and war became inevitable, epidemic and starvation in a part of the world always shook the foundations of humanity. The equilibrium between life and death remained, as it had always done since centuries and eras. Something else was equally comforting to Death. There were more convincing arguments and support for euthanasia. Most people preferred a quick and painless death and yet, more often than not, that was not always the case. Situations presented when Death itself was unable to snuff out the life of persons who suffered from incurable, painful disease or condition. The feathers in his cap would increase with the approval of euthanasia. Yet, he was lately apprehensive of Life and what she was doing to alter the way humans lived – for the better. And he had now heard that Liv – for that was Life’s name in the world of humans, had made a trip. Her purpose was not clear to Death, but it did present an opportunity to see Life face to face, that one event that had eternally evaded him. He knew he had to take the human form, although Death was known to be faceless. He had to take a name, although he knew he would always be dreaded.**He waited till the sun had set and the dim lights of the restaurant partially hid his countenance. Just like Liv, he thought, to choose a place that was lively and beautiful, almost heavenly. He knew he would find her here, somewhere near. He looked around, but the crowd had moved to the open balcony to enjoy the view and breeze of the Mediterranean. The bartender beckoned him with a shake of the head. He laughed inwardly. For someone who could drink hemlock, these things which humans called alcohol would be as insipid as water. Yet, he crossed over to the bar. He had to make acquaintance, had to know a few to locate an individual in this Greek resort.“Any drink for you Sir?” the bartender had a warm smile of welcome.”Later,” he said, his voice was cold.”You have come here today, sir?” the bartender asked smilingly, not wanting to lose a potential customer.”Just now,” cold, icy words, bereft of any emotion. His eyes hid behind the shadows and semi darkness of the room. He didn’t want to show his face. He was rather intrigued when people said that death had stared at someone’s face. The bartender was curious to know more of this mysterious man, whose unkempt longish hair and stubble were still visible.“There's hardly people around here,” the mysterious man had spoken a complete sentence at last.”They have all moved out to the balcony Sir,” the bartender was being helpful. The mysterious man, strong and muscular as he seemed and wearing just shorts underneath a very hairy chest, didn’t utter another word. He was already walking out towards the balcony. The bartender still suffered from curiosity as he raised his voice and asked,” May I know your name Sir? Could I reserve a table for you?” Almost moving out from the big hall, the mysterious man turned.“Abandon,” he was loud enough for the bartender to hear. The chubby bartender stared at the man in disbelief. What a name! Whew! The mysterious man had an evil smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. He had chosen the name to perfection. It was a Greek name, and it meant ‘destruction and ruination.’ Abaddon had walked out on to the balcony. The sun had set, but the breeze coming from the land, tugging her loose clothes, was still warm, and many people were present on the balcony, admiring the fiery western sky. Despite this crowd and lights coming from the restaurant behind her, Life couldn't shake off the disturbing feeling of fear and excitement. For the years of her existence in human body she had learned how to ignore this irrational feel of danger soon after it appeared, but now all her tricks didn't work. It was as if she stayed here too long, as if she was too close, almost stepping into the realm of Death. Was someone going to die here? She turned and looked around, trying to understand where this unusually strong feeling was coming from. Almost immediately she spotted the man. There was no way she could miss him. In the crowd he was like a hard, still rock, washed by restless waves of the sea. Like the darkness consuming the light. Lives heart fluttered frantically in her chest. She felt a sudden need to run, to escape from this dark silhouette. Instinctively she pressed her lower back harder to the balustrade, but behind her was nothing more than the sand few meters below. There was no way to run. The man was standing at the entrance to the balcony, and she would have to pass him, what she felt was not an option. She didn't move. For the first time in her life she was not moving, like a mouse under snake's gaze. After a moment the initial panic subsided slightly and Live began understanding what she faced. The man was not her creation, there was doubt, but still he lived, carrying this mark of Death much stronger than she had ever seen... Too strong to allow any living creature to survive it. She felt as if the whole movement in the world stopped in this very moment of recognition. She gazed at the man, realizing she was facing Death himself. Was her body going to die? Does it look like this for humans? The process of dying? Someone laughed next to her, knocking her off of the trance. Lvi looked at the older couple passing by. The man and the woman laughed together, continuing their chat, clearly unaware of what was happening like the rest of the world. They hid Lvi from Death for a moment, but when the couple moved further, Lvi realized Death was still there. Impassive, waiting, but not in his all strength. All her existence Lvi escaped Death. Even if she wanted to keep her creations alive, eventually she had to disappear. Humans with their funny morality would say Life was giving up on them, throwing to the wolves what was hers. The longer she was in this human form, the longer she understood what humans would meant by this. The more she wanted to resist. Now she had the chance. Now, for the first time, she didn't have to escape from Death. Yes, she felt his aura, she felt fear and excitement, but it was not overwhelming, she could choose to not surrender to it. Liv made the first step towards the dark man. Abandon stood at the door staring intently at the boisterous crowd on the balcony. An unruly lot too full of life, he thought. He wondered if he should walk around to find Liv or wait at the exit. A couple, wishing to leave, had walked up to him. The man was tall, heavy and rude, pushing Abandon roughly, almost wanting to put up a show of strength in front of his girlfriend whose hand he held. Abaddon ignored the man, whispering imperceptibly, “Your time hasn’t come as yet, rude one! Abide your moment in the future.” He usually ignored those who were foolish enough to show off, those who felt that power in any form was really something in surplus and had to be shed with a flourish. Strength in its various avatars – economic, physical, mental or whatever, had to benefit as many as possible rather than harm even one single individual. It is for this reason that despite his endless opposition to Life, he was in love with her. Life always gave and shared abundantly whatever she had. He couldn’t recollect a single instance when she hadn’t held her soft and caring hands in creation or opened her bosom in warmth and love! Equally, because he loved Life, he never liked those who took their own lives, those who were cowards to commit the grave sin that was suicide. Rather, he adored the valiant, those who could face him with Stoic calmness and dignity. Unlike what others thought of him, he appreciated beauty. Courage, to him, was just as much beautiful as anything that nature had in her basket. He had now walked in, pushing gently past the crowd – young, old, fair, dark, pretty, ordinary. Quite a crowd, lively and immersed in fun and frolic; so different from the scenes of sadness that always accompanied him, he felt. Could these people ever imagine that they were in company of the two of the oldest truths of the universe – Life and Death? Abaddon could sense Liv’s presence. The aroma of life was far too intoxicating to escape his senses. He felt a strange almost magnetic attraction that pulled him towards her while she remained hidden in this motley crowd. Death always followed Life - that was the law of nature. When he was impatient and desperate, he saw her walking towards the exit where he stood a while ago. Abandon could not bat an eyelid, taking in the beauty of a dazzling lady with golden hair, carelessly falling across her shoulders uncombed. Traces of sand that clung to the naked areas of her body still glistened a bit despite the mellow light in the balcony. The dress she wore could not have been more ordinary yet these only enhanced her beauty. She was far too beautiful than he had imagined or conceived. She was radiant and sublime in her beauty and worthy of being the one who possessed vitality and life. So this was Life? His endless search for her was not disillusionment – it was an awakening for him. But, as always, he knew the inevitability of death’s arrival. He turned away his weakness for her, for he could not afford to be even remotely weak when he struck. Shakily, Liv walked right up to him and Abandon stretched out his hands to hold her.“Don’t hide … don’t ever try to hide. You’ll never be able to hide that beauty of yours anywhere in the universe,” Abandon stared into her face as he held Liv’s arm in a vice-like grip. He could see Liv’s contorted face, for he was certain that it would have surely hurt her where his handcuffed her delicately soft arms. The hand of death was universally cold and painful for all; it only varied in its degree. He could clearly see her eyes of panic, as if imploring him to stop because it hurt her badly. He had seen this expression in a million deaths through the passage of time and Liv was no exception. Soon, however, a look of deep anguish spread across her face as if she was being drained out of all the energy that even a moment ago she seemed to possess. Abaddon looked at Liv again as she remained in his unrelenting grip. Without doubt, she was surrendering the very life that brought about her beauty and energy. He quickly realized it would be a disaster. He was horrified. Death had no purpose or meaning if there was no Life. His existence was inseparably tagged to a ‘beginning’; ‘end’ could never come without that. Liv had to live for his sake and he had to address that urgently. Abaddon let go of his grip and watched Liv. Separation from him brought about an instant change. There could be no doubt that she was better, far better now.“Go. You must go now,” Abandon had to say at last looking away from her and towards the endless sea beyond the balcony, and then whispered silently to himself “till I find a way out of this…. Till I can fully possess you without harming myself.” He was surprised at his own behavior. He had searched for Liv through eons of time and yet, when she stood so helpless in front, he let her go. Like many an occasion in the past when the almost dead miraculously walked back to life again. After the dark man disappeared in the crowd, Liv didn’t expect him to show up so near, and she almost shouted, startled. However soon a silent moan escaped her lips. Was it a sound of pain or pleasure, Liv didn’t know. Initially a strange shiver run across her body, a weird sensation bringing intensive pleasure… as if she had a fever and touched a block of ice, which helped her to cool down… more and more with every passing moment... to the level of draining all the warmth from her body. All the vital forces. Soon she stood only because he was holding her, so painfully, but this pain she could ignore. What she could not ignore was the fact her body was losing its life energy. Already she was too weak to struggle with him, all she could do was to observe with despair and terror the loss of her vital energy. Not just from this female body but from her very being. This body, physically attached to Death, was like a vortex, sucking everything inside. Life left it’s new, the most fragile creations failing around the globe, succumbing to the inevitable death.“No… let me go.” Liv whispered weakly and then it all stopped. She fell on the ground, too weak to stand on her own, but already she felt better. A simple breeze carrying the smell of meadows and trees strengthened her. Soon her skin returned to its normal color, and she dared to look up at the dark man. Light somehow avoided his face, she couldn’t see his eyes, but she knew he was looking at her. At this moment all her earlier excitement vanished in the face of the real Death, only deep, primal fear remained. Fear which ordered her to run, hide and never return. When he looked away, she didn’t wait. She darted, crawling at first, but soon reaching for balustrade and standing up finally. She ran downstairs, pushing amazed people away, terrified, as if seven tells chased her. Only the next day, after panic, night-long escape, Liv tried to understand what had happened. Hidden somewhere in the forest, in the bushes, feeling the variety of living creatures around her, feeling safe finally, Liv dared to return to the last evening events. Never she expected to see Death in human form. Yes, she took one, but Death? Liv didn’t even understand how it was possible. What didn’t surprise her though, was the effect of Death’s touch? At the beginning of Liv’s existence, Life had struggled with reducing its connection with the body. At first every seed which had fallen on her, begun growing on her skin, a single touch had woken up wood and forced it to grow roots and leaves. Every step had forced plants around her to grow. Apparently Death had the same issue with his body. Not even for a moment Liv thought he wanted her dead. He let her go, when she asked, maybe realizing what was happening. Why he didn’t want her dead, she didn’t know. Wasn’t it the purpose of Death? To end lives? Liv believed their physical connection was as remarkable for him as it was for her, maybe less terrifying. She knew she would never forget this and for the next few days she tried to experience something similar again. Liv experimented with various men, touching their naked skin, allowing them to touch hers, but while it was pleasant, sometimes very much, it was far from the electrifying feeling the Death provided. It turned out, to her despair, the Death was unique.---“Overwhelming number of miscarriages around the world!” All in one day! Doctors and nurses from all clinics and hospitals across the world report the terrifying amount of miscarriages in their regions. They all happened in one day, 13th of March, probably at the same time even. (...) Not all pregnant women were affected, the majority of them weren't pregnant for more than a month. (...) 13th of March was called by the WHO The Day of The Unborn. Standing in the scorching sun, eating an apple, Liv scanned the long article decorated with photos of saddened women and worried politicians. The effect of her fist and last contact with Death was known to her, but the repercussions spread across the globe and first signals of panic appeared. Scientists' speculations grew, but no one could offer a believable explanation.“Farmers from the Northern Hemisphere report the loss of youngest crops. (...) Governments ensure it will not result with lack of food this and following years. (...) When should we expect this murrain again?” “Hopefully never.” Liv whispered to herself and threw the newspaper and the half-eaten apple to a garbage can. For the first time in its existence Life felt guilty. Guilty of deaths. He longed to turn his face and look once again at Liv. The fleeting seconds that his eyes had beheld the aura and beauty of this ravishing woman were too short a time to be quenched, and he was already desperate to have another glimpse of her. He closed his eyes in an act of desperate resistance, letting the breeze from the sea strike his imposing yet chiseled face. He resisted for a while. But the din of the sprightly crowd that kept on their animated fun behind him was too much of a distraction and beckoned this mysterious man to look back. Abaddon looked behind to where he thought Liv would still lie weak and beyond immediate recovery. Yet, when he turned he found to his surprise that she was nowhere to be seen. He looked perplexed as his eyes strayed across the entire area that was still crowded.“Where did she go?” he asked a young girl standing at the spot. The girl looked away, indifferent to his question. He shrugged his shoulders in disgust. Having let Liv escape for his clutches should he follow her, he thought for a moment? Inwardly he was deeply perturbed. His few moments of physical contact with life had been overwhelming for him, and he craved to touch her again. Yet, he already knew that the very touch had been disaster elsewhere. Even in his human form as ‘Abandon’ he could sense it, he could feel it. It would have been impossible to be otherwise than what nature had carved out for her universe. Death would surely keep tell-tale signs of grief of that ‘touching’ moment between Life and Death! Abaddon could not help but ignore this basic truth, of the unique yet contradictory relation between the two of them. He had to see Liv once again; he was desperate for it. In a hurry, he pushed aside a few who stood in his path with his rough hands, knowing fully that these ‘few’ would be unable to overcome an almost certain calamity or disease or even death very soon. He darted out of the balcony and down the stairs till he had set his feet on the beach. Behind Abandon, two incidents occurred almost instantly in the restaurant that was, till a while ago, brimming with laughter and music. One of the men, aged below forty, whom Abandon had pushed on his way out, and who was having the time of his life, suddenly clung to his chest. His face turned grotesque in pain, as he collapsed on the floor under a massive cardiac arrest. “Too young to have had an attack,” someone was heard yelling as they tried to get medical help. The other person whom Abandon had pushed aside, came out from the restaurant a while later and, as he attempted to cross the road in a state of semi inebriate, was struck down by an accelerating car. The extent of injury was unknown. Anyone would think that these two incidents were not too serious compared with the extent of damage that death had dealt elsewhere in the living world as a fallout of the effect of his touching Liv some time earlier. During the brief moments of that touch, he had brought havoc in the clinics and hospitals all over the world and struck with vengeance in the fields and pastures of the upper hemisphere to destroy the seedlings waiting to grow. Abaddon looked at the endless expanse of the beach, peering into the distant darkness. His eyes ventured out on to the sea as well. Would Liv go back to the depths of one of the earliest creations of hers – much before she took the human form? He refused to accept that she would make so early an exit. She must be hiding somewhere and with little bit of thought and intuition, Abandon was certain he would be able to locate her. He sat on the sand and summoning his eternal powers of following life, he quickly located where Liv could be at that moment.“Rest pretty one! For I have tormented you just now, even though it was for just a fleeting moment,” he murmured to himself. He was truly undergoing an enormous metamorphosis and to his own surprise, a change to give him a more pleasing and acceptable nature. By morning, his clothes had changed to cover his naked chest with a checkered shirt that lay casually over his denim jeans that he now wore. He had dark glasses over his eyes, not to avoid the rays of the scorching sun but to prevent others to look into his deathly eyes. He strapped the sandals on his feet before he began his quest to find Liv. As he walked along, he dreaded physical contact with any human for, as individuals, their fate was too obvious. He avoided them, choosing places with minimum human habitation. Abaddon remained engrossed in his thoughts. Was death really as bad as it is always thought of? If it had been the cause of grief, it had also paved the way for big strides in medical science to delay death. What cure would the world’s scientists have found if death had not showed itself in the most killing diseases that showed up time and again? And now there was greater acceptance of euthanasia and abortion, delicate issues both. He foresaw rapid increases in a human’s life span when living into centuries could be just as possible, preservation of self for eternity. On the other hand, he also saw science advancing to a stage where birth and creation of any living orgasm could be procured in laboratories and research centers. He realized that these distinct possibilities would only lessen the role of both life and death and feared these concepts to be obliterated just as was the case of numerous extinct animals in the past. He had to meet Liv, he had to share his apprehensions with her. Yes, even if he had to touch her again. If anyone could absorb his touch, it would have to be Liv. She could absorb and return. She could come in different forms, but come she must. The union of life and death was the way to procreation and for new life to blossom and wither and die in the end. The more he thought of her, the more he craved. It had now become a necessity and passion. For the next days Liv instinctively avoided secluded places, where she would be surrounded only by objects, seeing no life forms around her. Previously she hadn’t minded it, actually hoping to meet Death in one of these places, but now it was not her intention. She knew she should leave this physical projection of hers, leave this form and unite all the fragments of her being again. It was not wise to stay in this vulnerable form. This body was like a hole through which Death could touch her very being and hurt her, even if unintentionally. Yet, Liv delayed her departure. “Just one more day”, she thought, “Just few more weeks. If I am careful, nothing will happen.” She could leave this form in a blink of an eye, but the thought of abandoning this golden body… it caused unfamiliar, unpleasant feelings. Also, she was painfully aware that only while staying in this body she could face Death once again and maybe, just maybe learn his purpose. Sadly, living a mortal life was not bringing her as much pleasure as it used to. Walking down the lively alleys in Paris, for the first time Liv was not attracted by seducing smells, alluring music or the view of dancing people. She just walked till her white clothes turned gray from the dust, searching for something, for an inspiration, a purpose. A purpose to live. Observing people passing her, couples laughing, showing wonders of the world to each other, she strongly desired to experience their obvious joy, which somehow was reserved only for people with companions. However, it was not given to her. No matter how many men or women she talked to, no one was willing or able to create this kind of connection with her. Finally, after several failed attempts and many unpleasant words heard, Liv - the uneasy spirit, abhorring stillness and stagnation - realized it required time and a kind of attention she was unable to give. Establishing a deeper relationship with someone needed patience, which she never had. Liv didn’t notice her restlessness was not limited only to her own mood. All living creatures became a bit more erratic. Pets became more aggressive, cattle less obedient, weeds more invasive, people more inclined to fights, what had a significant implication to international policy. Global financial balance was lost quickly, exchange rates began to change unpredictably, causing panic on exchange market and securities. At the same time the pharmaceutical industry experienced the increased demand for sedatives for humans and animals. Unaware of the change in the whole world, Liv kept searching for anything what could make her feel whole again. She knew the ultimate goal of all living creatures was to transfer their genes to offspring, but it was meaningless for her. She felt as if Death’s touch had taken something away from her, as if that dark man had left a permanent mark on her. Often she rubbed a perfectly healed skin where his grip had caused bruises, recalling the terrifying, yet exciting experience. Not before long she reached the conclusion that Death really did something to her, and she needed to find him to take it back. Liv didn’t know how could she do this without touching him, but it didn’t stop her. Never she had planned a thing in her whole existence, and she felt no need to do this now. All she needed to do was to find him and with this decision she felt much better. The only way she could imagine finding Death was to appear in a place where very little or no life existed. Always she tried to force her way in those places and always Death challenged prevailed, at least at the beginning. With this feeling Liv made her way to cold mountain peaks, always covered with snow. Wrapped in warm clothes, with a backpack she traveled to the most secluded shelter she could rent. A small building well-preserved, with only two tiny bedrooms, one bathroom and a common room with a big heater.--For the next days Liv regularly was leaving the place to get acclimatized and reach even higher areas. She could influence the body and adjust it right away, but this was more entertaining - to push the body to its limits. Also, she hoped to get attention from Death quicker this way. The wind was chilling, her heavy breath created a thick cloud dispersing quickly. This and the sharp light of the sun forced her to use goggles. Liv stopped for a moment to look down to the valley, where the summer took its reign - green slopes and trees seemed to be unrealistic from here, where she stood, surrounded by snow. She was here for almost a week and not only got terribly bored and impatient, but also more and more uncertain and scared. She suspected a week was not enough to get Death attracted to this place, but she realized she was unwilling to wait any longer. Deeply she desired to leave this cold, hostile place and return to the warm, sunny areas below. In hurry, as if she was chased, Liv turned back and walked back to the small house, decided to pack and leave today. With some luck she should be able to reach the hostel before the dusk. Abandon was perplexed. He had to find Liv, but he found it to be more difficult than he had imagined. It was easier to find Life’s creations, for life existed anywhere and everywhere, but it was difficult to find the human body that she had created for herself. Liv had disappeared without a trace, evading Abandon as only she could. Abandon wryly smiled to himself – he started liking this game of hide and seek, of cat and mouse, these games that humans indulged in. In one day he had moved fast, trying to cover as much distance as he could. He had decided to tread through land for if he had any hope of finding her, it had to be on land. Northwards he planned to go till his path curved away to Slovenia and Eastwards into either Italy or France. Covering Greece where he had first made his presence in human form and from where he went in search of Liv, he took rapid strides past Athens. As he walked past the Parthenon, one of the symbols of classical Greece, he admired Liv for her creations in a great country that had progressed even before the rise of the Roman Empire. Men like Pluto, Socrates, Aristotle and so many others who were born when the world needed them to enrich mankind. Leaving Greece, he quickly traversed Albania too. He had to base his search for Liv on his sense of perception alone, and he would have loved to reach her without the least possible delay. Somehow, it was unlikely of her to remain in this country and that too somewhere so near to her nemesis – Abandon. Yet, this path only led him to walk through Bosnia and Croatia, the scene of major conflict two decades earlier. Abandon recollected how many out of this suffering population had to be taken in to his kingdom of death and destruction. Surprisingly, he felt sad at the events that took place then, wondering how humans feared death and yet wouldn’t hesitate to snuff out life of fellow humans at the slightest pretext. He wondered whose traits had humans adopted in themselves – that of life or that of death, for no matter how much they rejoiced in birth, they rejoiced equally even in the death of fellow humans. Unrepentant, unconcerned and unmoved they became instruments of death, just as Abandon had been doing since time immemorial. In the end, however, it was he who had to take the blame, and it was he who was feared. And it was this fear again that had pushed Liv away when he so desperately wanted to see her once more. Abandon hated himself for whatever happened in this place when these formed a part of another nation, yet he knew he was chained to these happenings of death and disaster. As he sat on a rock on the way, he let his mind think. The best path that Liv would take would be the one through which her creations had chronologically flourished. If it was Greece where she made her first appearance in physical form, it was likely that she would now move on to Italy, for it was the Roman Empire that took over where the Greeks had left. Through Italy, France, Germany and then he would move up towards the Scandinavian countries. Liv had to be somewhere here, surely. Each of these countries in Europe left him pondering on the countless deaths that took place not so in the distant past during the great wars. For five years, he recollected, death had been remorseless in snuffing out lives. Did he feel any sorrow, any regret in his actions? Abandon walked on, avoiding human habitation as best as he could. Yet, in human form, he had to adhere to human necessity and traits, of facing hunger, cold, thirst and desire! And so it was that Abandon had to drop by in a city in one of these countries in Europe. He was tired after this endless walk and hungry too. So it was that as soon as he sighted a café his weary legs guided him inside, the warmth of the interior and the aroma of freshly cooked food too strong an attraction to be ignored. He surveyed the rather spacious interior, somewhat crowded in a way. But he eyed a vacant table that was meant for two persons and quickly walked over to occupy a seat. He hated to look around more than what was necessary fearing again that his vision would bring more harm than good. He kept wearing his dark glasses, waiting till a waitress had come up and took his order. Furthermore, he went with some hot soup and a couple of sandwiches.“Sure you wouldn’t like something to drink?” the waitress was eager to be friendly.”No,” Abandon was short in his response. Furthermore, he had neither looked up at the waitress when he placed his order nor did he look at her now when he answered her question. The waitress turned and left.“Would you mind if I sit down here?” a voice, that of a young woman, floated across to Abandon. Involuntarily, he looked up at this woman who was undoubtedly pretty. At that instant Abandon was filled with remorse. He was almost certain that some calamity would befall this pretty thing by the end of the next day. Quickly, he looked down knowing very well that it was too late.“No.” A short and crisp reply was all that escaped his lips.“I am lucky to get a seat tonight. Usually this place is too full to even get some leg space,” the woman said, her voice keen to build up an acquaintance with this strange man wearing dark glasses inside a café and that too at night. Abandon kept quiet.” I come here every night … well, almost every night,” the woman continued and then observing the man’s continued silence,” Don’t you want to know why I come here every night?”“No,” he kept looking at the palm of his right hand. That’s big, thought the woman.“Well, don’t you want to know my name,” she was insistent in picking up a conversation. This time the man didn’t even reply with one word. He sat quietly, looking across at the opposite wall ignoring her fully.“I am Ramona,” she said as the man remained indifferent. Just then the waitress had brought Abandon’s food on a tray and as she set these on the table she softly whispered, ”Hi Ramona,” before she turned and walked away. It was obvious that this girl was a regular at the café, and it was also clear that her visits here did not necessarily entail taking food. Or else, the waitress would have asked, and she would have ordered.“I am hungry,” Ramona said as soon as the waitress left. Abaddon didn’t utter a word, but he picked up the spoon and, after adding a pinch of salt and pepper, he took a sip at the hot broth that awaited his attention.“Ah! So the man’s mouth does have a purpose after all even if it’s not able to talk,” Ramona sneered. Abandon quietly spooned away the soup till the bowl was empty. Ramona watched his indifference towards her and towards her hunger before she said contemptuously, “Tell me, can those hands hold anything other than a spoon?” Abaddon pushed aside the bowl and wiped his mouth with the napkin that was on his lap. He didn’t look up, but his voice was cold and without any feeling whatsoever.“Lady, don’t ever play with death.”“So romantic!” Ramona cried clapping her hands, “you’ll play with your hands Monsieur?” Abaddon couldn’t resist anymore. He had to take a look at this impish girl who had the nerve and courage to play with death. She was truly beautiful, thought Abandon. Not as beautiful as Liv, but she could easily be said to possess a rare beauty that even he, in this human form, felt attracted to.“Eat if you are hungry, ” Abaddon said at last, pushing his plate of sandwiched towards the hungry girl. He knew for certain now that this meal, in all probability might be her last. He had tried his best to thwart the arrival of death in her life but, if it is ordained by fate, every mortal would have to die. Abaddon watched her as she hungrily devoured the sandwiches that were spread out before her. Munching on the bread, she looked up at Abandon.“You are a tourist?” she asked. Abaddon nodded his head.“Where are you staying?” she asked again.”I’ll search for one now,” Abandon replied.”My word! You haven’t put up anywhere as yet?” Ramona was genuinely surprised but then came up with a suggestion.“You can stay in my room if you want … but it’s going to cost you a few hundred Euros,” she said as she chewed on the last bite of the sandwich, “and don’t feel surprised for God’s sake! That’s my rate for a night.” When, in the end, they had left for Ramona’s apartment she already had an arm holding on to his. Abandon had resigned to what was inevitable. He made no effort to move away. On the other hand, he now felt a growing physical attraction towards this beautiful woman who possessed not just a beautiful face but a very alluring body as well. Abandon realized that he was now overcome with one primary need of not just humans but all living beings on earth – a sexual attraction. But he was worried that Ramona would never be able to withstand that outward manifestation of no other than death itself! In her apartment, Abandon made every effort to hold back this girl from this physical involvement knowing fully well, however, that her close contact with Abandon till now had already sealed her fate. Death for the girl was inevitable before the sun came up the next day. But Ramona, herself, was now far too physically attracted to this strange man who looked attractive to her. Money or no money, she wanted him. As she peeled of her clothes and aided him to step out of his, that attraction turned into an overwhelming lust and urge. His almost cruel eyes, his grave face, his dry lips, his hairy chest, his strong arms, his rough hands, his flat stomach, his thick veined manhood, his rounded scrotum and long legs and feet were the type that she had never seen … and she had seen quite a few naked men by now.*When the newspapers were out the next morning, it carried the grotesque pictures of a girl who, it was stated, had been sexually brutalized and that had led ultimately to her death. What surprised the investigators was that there was no indication of rape from the condition of the body, bed or apartment. The girl Ramona, it was further stated, was a call-girl in the locality. It was further reported in the newspapers that she was last seen leaving a reputed café with a complete stranger.*Abandon had read the papers before he hastily left and distanced himself from this great city. He knew in his heart of hearts that there was only one woman who could bear his physical necessity that would recur time and again as long as he held this physical form. Without a shadow of doubt that woman had to be Liv. He was certain of that. And the more he thought of her, the more he felt attracted. And he was equally certain that wherever she was, Liv would have read the papers and have known immediately that Abandon was nearby and on her trail.

Life and Death (Chantal & Korno)|rating:4.0

Vampire Hunting (Anish Joshi x DRD)

Vampire hunters could be anywhere. But Meal (was hungry, and she needed to feed. If she was careful she didn't doubt that she could feed and not be caught. After all she'd been hunting for centuries and had been just fine. She was always careful, and she was planning on continuing to be careful. She had no interest in being staked and killed. Furthermore, she was enjoying her forever youth and beauty. Furthermore, she didn't want to die so she was being very, very careful. Furthermore, she moved around, and would change her appearance so that she wouldn’t be caught easily. Furthermore, she was careful on who she fed from, and she was careful to not feed too often and being an older vamp she didn’t have to feed as often as she had in her youth. Getting ready for the club she turned and looked herself over, smiling slightly as she gave a nod of approval. She would capture the interest of somebody. She would satiate both hungers that night. Her blond hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, the makeup leaving her pale skin looking quite rosy and alive. Turning she ran her hands over her dress (happy with the way she looked. She slipped her feet into a pair of heels and walked out of the apartment. She made her way to the club and walked inside. Looking around she walked over to the bar and leaned against it as she scanned the club. It wasn’t long before she moved out onto the dance floor. She moved through the different people until she was dancing with a girl that appeared to be near the age she appeared to be. She danced with the girl, enjoying herself until a male caught her attention. Furthermore, she broke away from the girl and slipped through the crowd until she was dancing with the male. After a bit of time she and the male had left the club. She was nibbling at his neck, her hands roaming over his body as she pressed against him as she waited for the Uber to arrive. One of the ways she had ensured that she hadn't been caught was to make sure that she never fed out in the open. When the car arrived she pulled the man into the car, her hands continued to roam until they arrived. She pulled him along with her up to the apartment. Shutting and locking the door behind him, she leaned up, catching him in a kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she walked back, towards the couch. Pushing him down she straddled him, grinding against him, she groaned deeply as she kissed him. It had been too long since she had let herself enjoy both the carnal pleasure of sex and enjoy the taste of blood. Harry was a hunter, a vampire hunter. His family had been in the business for 3 generations. They had all the toys and equipments to kill one. The family held the record for not missing a single target, after following a vampire. Harry also was responsible for killing quiet a few of this creature. He had been tailing a rather beautiful vampire for a while now, and he was hanging at the bar for almost a week when she finally came tonight. He had her eyes on her. Furthermore, he watched her dance and mingle first with a girl. Furthermore, he moved close to her and started dancing waiting to catch her attention. Soon she was onto him as they started moving their hips together, bodies rubbing against each other. He had applied some seductive drug on his neck which was tasteless and odorless. It would get the vampire horny and after a while, drowsy. It was the honey trap, as he liked to call it. He would get sex from it and also easily capture the vampire. He continued playing and dancing with her as the under arrived. Furthermore, he sat, and his hands roamed around the vampires body, feeling her urgency as they zoomed to her place. He allowed her to lead, happy to play the second fiddle as she ground and rubbed and moaned into the kiss. " Strip for me" he told her, himself getting hard and wanting to see the sexy body of the vampire. Hearing him she lifted her head, looking at him. A smirk played over her features as she laid her hands on the couch on either side of him, pushing herself up so that she was standing in front of him. Reaching down, she crossed her arms, and grasped the hem of her dress and began to slowly pull it up, more and more of her body slowly being exposed to him. The dress rose above her hips, revealing a matching red thong. Meal continued to pull the dress up, revealing her pale, flat stomach until finally she began to pull her the dress over her head. As the dress finally released her bare breasts they bounced free. She dropped her dress to the ground beside her as she turned so that she was facing away from him. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and leaned forward, leaving her legs straight as she leaned forward, pulling the thong down her legs, giving him a clear view of her ass and pussy as she pushed the thong down her legs. When they were around ankles she stepped out of the thong and turned to face him. Leaning forward she laid her hands on the couch as she nuzzled against his neck, the drug doing its job quite well. Reaching down she stroked her fingers along his cock through his pants, already aching for more as she nibbled along his neck. He watched as she stripped for him, his cock getting harder just by looking. She was indeed a tease, her body swaying as she slowly undressed herself. He got a perfect look of her milky thighs, her thongs and then her tits. The vampires nipples were hard and erect, showing the drug was effective. As she bent to undo her thongs, Harry couldn't resist grabbing those sexy meaty ass and smack them. He gave a couple of quick smacks before her things hit the floor. She was into him in a second. She was slowly forgetting to not use her powers as she jumped on him rather quickly for a human, her hands rubbing through his cock. He lifted his bum, undoing his pants to free his hard cock. 'Did she have powers to make the mind lust for sex? "He wondered noting how horny he himself was. He threw his pants away, as he pulled her in for a kiss, sucking on her red lusty lips before getting lifting her and turning her getting them both into 69 position. He got her face on his cock, making her suck him while he buried his face in her sex, nibbling at her pussy lips. At the smacks she reacted well to them, crying out as she pressed back towards his hands. Her fingers wrapped around his bare cock, her fingers stroking over him. Returning the kiss she pressed towards him. When he lifted her she tilted her head slightly as she studied him but leaned in, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head, using a skill that she had honed well over the many years of being alive. Feeling his mouth against her, she groaned deeply as she pressed closer to his mouth. Shifting she shifted, her pleasure building as she stroked her hand along his thigh, almost tasting his blood on the air, knowing that it would be so easy to bite and drain him if she wanted. Her hand stroked up and cupped his balls, her hands massaging as she took him fully her mouth, into her throat as she felt the pleasure building quickly. He kept biting and sucking at her pussy lips. First the right and then left. He got the pleasure building in her, based on her pressing her sex back into his mouth, but he kept her on the edge, teasing her even more. His hands grabbed her bubble shaped butt, grabbing and pinching and smacking them as he felt the pressure in his balls also rise. She was an excellent fuck machine. Such talented mouth and such a sexy body. Too bad he would have to destroy it. A deep groan came from the vampire as she felt the pleasure building and pushing her closer to her release. Feeling his hands on her ass, feeling the actions she pressed back towards him, clearly enjoying everything. She continued to use her mouth, feeling her release so close, able to tell that he was close. Suddenly she tensed, her hips rolling as she pressed closer to his mouth as she came, a deep moan coming from her. He sucked all her juices, not stopping as her coming didn't surprise her. He had used a rather stronger doze, and also he prides himself in culling skills as he continued licking her pussy, now using his fingers, inserting them in her asshole while his tongue licked her pussy. Furthermore, he had to control his own ejaculation, but she was doing so good he couldn't resist and her moaning was the final push he needed to ejaculate in her mouth. Furthermore, he grunted as white-hot fluid erupted from his cock straight into the vampires mouth A deep groan came from her as she continued to rock back towards him as she felt the pleasure continued to roll through her. When he came she tightened her lips around his cock, swallowing all of his cum before leaning up. Whimpering softly she continued to rock against his mouth before pulling away from him. Turning she straddled him, pressing her sex against him, hoping he would recover quickly as she moved against him. Leaning down she nipped along her neck, tracing her tongue along him, excited that she would be biting him soon. He moaned and was hard in no time as she straddled him, his cock ready for the main course. He copied her action, licking her neck and sucking, leaving small love bites as his hands played with her tits, teasing the nipples. Furthermore, he shuddered as her cold skin, in contrast to her warm hot pussy. Furthermore, he pinched her nipples, yanking them up and down in opposite direction to her movement as she fucked herself on his Cock. The drug would be well inside her system now, and she would be thirsty for his blood. A drop of blood touching her lips would be enough to induce her into unconsciousness, ready for him to take care of her. But right now, he was focusing on the pleasure he was receiving from her. When he was hard she smirked as she continued to grind against him. A deep moan came from her as she arched towards his hands, enjoying the roughness he showed, each yank sending pleasure straight to her core. Shifting she grasped his cock and quickly onto him, taking him fully into her. Tilting her head back she groaned deeply as she began to ride him, her pleasure building as she dropped her head back as she enjoyed herself. She tightened her sex around him, staying tight as she took him. He met her every downward stroke with an upward stroke, hitting her deep inside as she rode him. He continued teasing her with his teeth and his hands on her nipples as she rode him. " Will you be spending the night with me?" he asked, knowing fully well what she would say. He wondered when she would drop the bombshell that she is a vampire here to hunt him and kill him. A deep groan came from her as she continued to ride him. She arched towards his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she felt her pleasure building once more. Hearing him she smirked a little, "Let's not worry about that," she answered as she stroked her fingers along his neck. The nice thing about being her age was the ability to take what she needed to drink without killing the human. She tightened and relaxed her pussy around him, milking at him as she continued to ride him, wanting him focused on what they were doing, wanting both of them to reach other another release, or at least close before she bit him. " Aww. I was hoping to get that sexy ass of yours before the sun rise. " He inwardly cursed himself for telling sun rise and not morning. He hoped she didn't notice it. To make up, he removed his cock and slammed it inside her again, now kissing her, biting her lips as he continued fucking her. " I am close" he announced, before resuming her fucking She didn't pay attention to the slip, too wrapped up in the pleasure as he slammed into her. Dropping her head back she groaned deeply as she rode him. She slid her hand between them, her fingers stroking over her clit as she returned the kiss. "Cum for me," she whispered against his lips as she tightened around him. "Fill me, cum for me," she groaned as she rode him. And he did. For the second time that night, his cock erupted deep inside her. As it would hit her womb, filling her up. Now for the job they both had met for. He wanted to see how she would act from here, as he held her close biting her neck and sucking it deeply. There was a deep red mark on her neck already. As he came a deep groan came from her as she continued to ride him. Feeling her own release close she leaned down and tangled her fingers in his hair and tilted his head to the side. Her fangs sank into his neck and at the first taste of blood her sex viced around him as she came, shuddering deeply. But the drug did its job as well because before she could even drink she slumped against him unconscious. He just moaned as her bite filled with her pussy clamping around his cock through his own ejaculation, prolonged it, the best orgasm he had in so many years. He felt her go unconscious as his blood touched her lips. She was now his to-do what he wanted. He lifted her off his cock, their cum leaking down. He then proceeded to bound her. The chains used could easily hold 5 vampires together. He then added a leg spreader on her ankles, keeping her legs open. He knew not why, but it seamed right. Furthermore, he now waited for her to gain conscious. It would be another half hour. Meal remained unconscious as he bound her. When she finally began to gain consciousness she shifted and groaned softly as she opened her eyes. Realizing that she couldn't move at all a frown came to her features as she looked around. Looking up at her arms she jerked at her wrists before looking down at her ankles before looking around, trying to get free. " Ahh. Our prisoner is awake. Welcome to the real me" he said as he walked to her and grabbed her hair. " You will be a good pet now and tell me whatever I ask, else it won't be good for you." he got a glass filled with his blood and offered her, allowing her to drink a sip. He knew she would die if she didn't get her doze, and he didn't want her to go that way." what is your name and does anyone else know you are here? " Hearing him she frowned deeply as she studied him, her eyes narrowing as she listened to him. She wasn't sure what was going on but as she listened, and she saw the glass of blood it wasn't difficult for her to realize that she had been captured by a vampire hunter, and she knew that she wasn't going to make, she hadn't heard of a vampire that was captured that had made it. Leaning up she drank from the glass, knowing that she had to risk it and had to drink. Studying him the frown stayed in place as she thought it over before sighing as she dropped her head back, "Meal and no. I'm on my own, so no others know that I'm here," she answered. " Good. So Meal. Tell me what I should do with you?" he said, now toying with her. He gave her another sip and waited. He could see her tender strong arms strain on the chains hanging her. Furthermore, he could stop himself from smacking her ass a couple of times as he observed her. She swallowed more of the blood as she watched him. Raising a brow she studied him, frowning a bit. As he smacked her ass she bit her lower lip as she shifted. Even in the position that she was in, with the risk of being killed she could admit being tied to the bed and being smacked and used was arousing. Looking over at him, she studied him as she thought about it, "Why do you have to kill me? I haven't done anything worth being killed for," she said as she watched him. "You clearly enjoy my body, why don't you just enjoy it?" " How can I trust you? The minute I let you loose, you will kill me. I know you have strength enough to hunt me and kill me." he however, couldn't resist feeling her pussy, and inserting a finger in her. He was surprised to find it wet and dripping. " Are you enjoying being bound and used, without any option to resist or have a say?" he started fingering her as his other hand just rubbed over her body as if she were a furniture he was thinking to buy. Hearing him she raised a brow, "And if I kill you then I'll have plenty of hunters after me. Not something I'm interested in," she replied. Feeling his finger sliding into her a groan came from her as she shifted her hips, rolling her hips toward his finger as much as she could in her bound state. As he began to finger her she dropped her head as she felt the pleasure building as he fingered her, his hand rubbing over her. "I think that answer would be a bit obvious," she answered with a smirk. " Yeah it is now. And yeah it is true. I find your body extremely attractive. And yeah it would be so much more fun to have you around." he said now adding another finger into her pussy. He used the other hand to now finger her ass as now both her holes were open to him. " What would you do if I let you live? If I release you?" He was at eye level with her tits, and he sucked on them as he waited, now debating if he should let her live or no, or rather he should get associated with her or no. A deep groan came from her as she felt another finger sliding into her. The pleasure building as he felt him beginning to finger her ass as well. Hearing him she frowned a little as she thought about it. Arching towards his mouth she whimpered softly as she thought it over before looking at him. "Wouldn't it be quite a coup for a vampire hunter to have a vampire pet?" " To the world you would be my partner, who would help me catch other vampires. But inside we would have another relation. And who said anything of being a pet? Would you like to be my pet?" he asked removing his fingers and getting them to her mouth to make her clean it. He gave her another sip of his blood from the beaker. Listening to him a slight frown came to her features. She didn't like the idea of hunting her kind. But she also really didn't want to die. Hearing him she just raised a brow, "I don't want to die," she answered. She took his fingers into her mouth, suckling and stroking her tongue over his fingers as she cleaned his fingers. When she was offered the beaker she let his fingers go and began to sip from the beaker, taking the blood in. He let her finish the blood, watching it bring color to her face. He then got close to her and pulled her hair. " You agree to be my pet?" repeating the question to her. He could feel her cold body on his warm naked body and couldn't help but shudder. "In exchange, you won't have to go hunting. You can drink from me, up to a certain limit to not damage me or harm me" She winced as she felt the pull of her hair. Looking at him, she was quiet, studying him as she felt the warmth of his body against her own cold one. Studying him she had to admit the very idea of not having to hunt was a nice one. Finally, she nodded the tiniest bit that she could, "Yes, I agree to be your pet," she answered. " You know a vampire can't break a deal." his studies had shown that vampires were true to their word and couldn't back down even if they tried. He kissed her now as he undid the spreader and the chains before taking her in his arms. " My sweet little vampire pet. Do you need more to drink? Maybe directly from the source?" exposing his clean neck to her now. Sighing softly she nodded her head, "I know," she replied as she watched him. Returning the kiss and groaned with relief as she was released. Leaning into him, she was quiet as she studied him. She raised a brow as she studied his neck. She was tempted but hesitant. Shifting she straddled him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she leaned in, her fangs tangling in his hair as her fangs sank into his neck, her body pressing closer to him as she began to drink deep. She drank enough to satiate but nowhere near enough to even cause him to feel weak. Pulling back she ran her tongue over the fang marks, healing him. "That was fun. One thing off the bucket list. Getting blood drunk by a vampire" he said grinning, but feeling the hardness again as her closeness and the drinking had gotten him hard again. " You were saying something about giving your ass" now teasing her. Hearing him she raised a brow as she studied him, "Anytime," she replied with a smile. Tilting her head slightly she studied him before nodding a little, "If you want," she answered as she shifted. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking her hand along him before shifting, pressing his cock against her ass, "You can take if you want," she offered as she watched him, knowing that anything that he did she could handle, within reason anyway. He nodded and carried her to his dungeon where he had tortured numerous vampires for their secrets. He would torture her also, but in a different way. Furthermore, he held her and turning her, tied her on the X-Cross, ensuring her wrists and ankles were bound properly. Furthermore, he then kissed her again, before fingering her. " I will be claiming it right now. Just that I have a different way of claiming it." When he lifted her she raised a brow. When they were in the room she looked around and didn't dare think of the number of vampires that were tortured and probably killed in the room. When she was tied she looked back at him, studying him before groaning as he fingered her. Studying him she gave a nod of her head, "Alright," she said, no choice but to accept as she was his pet and his to-do with as he pleased. After tying her up, he opened his cabinet to get a bottle containing some powder. It was the partial ingredient that had gotten her all wet a couple of hours back. He rubbed it on his hand and offered it to her. " Lick it. It will ensure more pleasure for us". Once she would have done that, he picked a whip and started to sue it on her ass and pussy. The hits were meant to send pleasure to her. He knew that her skin would heal in an hour, thanks to their special powers. When he moved to the cabinet she turned her head, studying him as she waited. Raising a brow she was curious to what he was doing. When he offered his hand to her, she curled her lip as she studied him before leaning forward. She ran her tongue along his hand, licking the ingredient off of his hand. When he finally pulled away she was quiet as she waited. When she felt the whip strike against her skin she jerked, gasping out in surprised pain but soon enough the ingredient was working in her system, the pleasure pumping through her tying the pain and pleasure together. He hit her nipples a couple of dozen times, before running his fingers through her pussy and fingering her. He kept fingering her, getting her on the edge before stopping and biting her nipples. "Start begging" he instructed her as he teased her. How powerful he felt to have a vampire, a sexy one to at that, as his personal pet. Her teeth bit lightly into her lower lip as she felt the first few hits but by the end she was crying out loudly as she dropped her head back. Her body was shivering by the time she felt his fingers against her pussy, her wetness dripping down her inner thigh. As he fingered she cried out, her hips jerking as she much as they could as she felt her release coming closer and closer. When he stopped she looked over at him, her body quivering with the need to come. Hearing him she laid her head back, her tongue darting out along her lower lip, "Please, please let me come. I don't care what you do to me, just let me come," she begged. He ignored her for a while as he again got her close before stopping. She was a pet, a sweet sexy poodle, and he was going to play her like a violin. Talk about the hierarchy in the food chain. He kissed her" Don't cum unless I permit. No matter what" as he began thrusting into her again. Slow steady long thrust Whimpering deeply she dropped her head back as she felt her pleasure pushing her closer and closer. When he stopped again she whimpered deep once more. Returning the kiss she studied him and nodded her head, "Understood," she replied before crying out as he began to thrust once more, the pleasure building, but held her pleasure under control. He kept thrusting into her. He himself was very close, but he had the advantage on not being in a drug as against her who had the highly seducing drug in her system and was keeping her high and horny. Furthermore, he just kept slamming. " I have heard that vampires pussy never loosens. Is it true?" Groaning deeply she shook as she felt the pleasure building, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of her release. Her eyes were glazed, lost in the pleasure. Hearing him she nodded her head, "My body stays in the same shape no matter what, no matter how much time passes." " Such a wonderful thing. So I can push a 20 inch strap on in your pussy and still find it tight for me"he said as he slammed into her again." Cum now. Cum, my bitch" he allowed her as he himself deployed his seeds into her. At the question she nodded her head, crying out loudly as he slammed into her. But when he gave her permission she viced around him, screaming out as she felt the pleasure shatter inside of her, leaving her body shaking as she came hard. He kissed her before biting her neck, suckling on it his own neck exposed to her as he moaned, her hard pussy already squeezing him, he felt as though he would pass out. Feeling the bite a hiss came from her. Studying his neck she took the chance, her fangs sliding into his neck as she began to drink, not taking much, but enough to keep her energized before dropping her head back. As her fangs entered him, his cock erupted again, before he released her from the ties, as he laid down on the bed, carrying her with him. He was on the bed, tired as hell from all the excitement and having his blood drank a couple of times. " Enjoyed that, my bitch?"" As he came again she groaned softly before relaxing back. When he released her she groaned softly as she relaxed as she watched him. Shifting she stretched out on the bed and snuggled into the bed as she relaxed. Hearing him she smirked a bit as she gave a nod of her head, "I did," she answered as she relaxed. "I'd say you did as well," she said with a smirk. "Of course. You are a good pet. I will love having you around. " He smiled before kissing her, before he would become unconscious with the lack of energy. He wasn't worried he was in a room with a vampire, least the one he had just tried to kill a couple of hours back. Hearing him she raised a brow as she studied him. Returning the kiss she relaxed against the bed and settled. As he became unconscious she sighed softly as she laid back. She couldn't do anything. She had given her word. Shifting she laid back and relaxed, soon falling asleep herself. Harry woke with a jerk, as the activities of the last night came flooding to him. He looked around and saw that he was alone in the room. He wondered if she was still there or had gotten a chance and had run away. Furthermore, he stood and stretched before putting on his clothes to look inside his house. Considering Meal's age, she didn't need nearly as much sleep as the human did. She had slept what she needed and woke. She had given her word, there was no backing out of it no matter how much she wanted to. Comfortable in her own skin she had rolled out of bed and had showered, drying off, and began to look around, not bothering with any clothes. She was sitting on the couch the TV volume low when she heard the movement. Leaving it on she looked over, studying the male. Harry rubbed his eyes as he searched her before finding her on the couch. " You are up early. Didn't get a good night sleep?" he asked bending to kiss her lips before sitting beside her. " What are you watching?" "I did. I don't have to sleep much anymore," she answered as she tilted her head back, giving him access to her and returned the kiss before looking at the TV and shrugged. "Just some action movie," she answered, she'd just found something random to put on to pass the time to wait until he woke. "So what would you like to do? We could go partying or clubbing." he said as he flopped on the couch next to her. The movie she was watching interested him, but he liked to go out and maybe dance or hunt other vampires. Meal was quiet as she listened to him before shrugging a bit, "Whatever you want to do," she answered, though the idea of going out of the apartment with him wasn't too appealing. She knew that he had to be known as a hunter, and she didn't care for the idea of the other vampires to learn that she was now the pet of a vamp hunter or in the company of a vamp hunter. "Let's go out dancing. We will chill at a pub before going to a special club" his eyes shinning with mystery and happiness. " I am sure the dress you had last night will pass off in both the places and then, we can even buy you some nice outfits" he said preparing to get ready when there was a knock on the door. He signalled her to be quiet before walking to the door and asking. " Who is it?" Listening to the other she was quiet as she listened before giving a nod of her head, "Alright," she replied as she shifted and stood. She was about to head towards the bedroom to get her dress when she heard the knock. She tensed a bit as she looked over even as the door opened. Rozanna (knocked but while she was waiting she decided why not and tried the key that she still had. Opening the door she laughed as she opened the door and stepped into the apartment. "When you break up with a girl you really should change locks or at least make sure you get your key back," she mocked as she shut the door behind her, but her brows rose when she saw the naked woman standing in the living room. A smirk played over her features as she scanned the woman. "Already moving on, you break my heart," she teased as she looked over at Harry, a smirk playing over her features. Mela was quiet as she studied the woman before quickly turning and headed towards the bedroom, moving with the speed and grace of a vampire without thinking about it, just wanting to get out of sight. All joking and amusement left Rosanna as she looked at Harry. Walking over to him, she studied him, "You kept a mark?" she asked in surprise as she studied him. Harry was surprised to see Rosanna enter the house. He cursed at himself for being so stupid as to leave the key with his ex and then not change the locks. Before he could think of something, Rosanna was in. Rosanna was his ex-girlfriend and also his partner in the hunt. She now started hunting separately while he was alone. That was not a wise thing to do, but they had done it anyway. They had been on and off together before deciding to go their own ways. They still did tag along for a night of sex or for catching some powerful vampire. He just stared at her, thinking about how to tell abut Meal before Meal just disappeared into the thin air. He looked at Rosanna. "Shhh. Yeah. I kept a mark. Now shut your damn mouth and close the door before anyone sees her. I will then tell you everything" Hearing him she just raised a brow as she studied him, "Did I fluster you that bad?" she teased as she reached up and patted his cheek as she nodded towards the door. "I already closed it," she replied as slid her hands into her pockets as she watched him. "Tell me what happened? Why didn't you kill her?" she asked softly as she watched him. "You did surprise me. I must admit" he sat down and took a deep breadth before watching her. " I was about to. But then there was some spark, and we ended up making love to each other. I don't intend to kill her or hurt her in any ways" he clarified with her. He wondered what Rosanna would do, or even worse what Meal would do with her. Studying him she walked over and sat down on the couch beside him. Turning towards him, she was quiet as she listened to him. Sighing softly she shook her head a bit, "That's not such a good idea," she said softly as she studied him before smirking a bit. "How do you know she isn't just going to kill you?" "She made a promise. A pack. And you know she can't break that promise. " Harry looked at her and smiled. "Tell my why are you here? " He could hear Meal pacing upstairs and couldn't wait to go up with her. He hoped Roxanne would leave them, or better join them. Just not spoil the party. Listening to him, she chuckled softly as she studied him, "Smart," she replied as she studied him. "I left some stuff here so I came back to grab it," she answered as she looked towards the door of the bedroom and smirked a bit. "But I'm thinking I might stick around, looks like things are a bit more fun here than at my place." "Hang around means? What are you going to do here? She might kill you. She just promised not to hurt me" he said lifting her and trying to push her out the door. A frown came to her features as she was lifted. Turning she leaned into him, a smirk playing over her features as she leaned against him, "If she kills me or tries to kill me I doubt you're just going to stand idly by and even if you would, she doesn't know that. She doesn't know if you'll try to step in which means that if she tries to kill me she might be putting you in danger. I'm safe as long as you're around," she replied as she hooked her fingers into the waist band of his pants as she leaned up and playfully nipped at his lower lip. "Are you telling me that you're going to pass up your chance at a threesome?" she teased. "I want to play with the vampire too. I'll even follow whatever rules you want to give me." Harry couldn't believe his luck. His ex was ready to do as he commanded. In fact he now had 2 sexy girls in the apartment who would do anything he ordered. "Strip and kneel down. I will get the other bitch. Then we will see what we can do." He didn't wait for his ex to reply before walking up the flight to stairs to his new vampire pet. "I am sure you have heard everything but still I ask you. Are you fine?" Watching him she could see the change happening and smirked as she waited. Hearing him she gave a nod of her head as she stripped down and knelt as she relaxed back, waiting with anticipation. Mela was quiet as she listened to the conversation taking place. When Harry came into the room she turned towards him, studying him, "Is she going to be a danger?" she asked softly. "No. She won't. I trust her. And if she enjoys, and you enjoy, then we can arrange for some dates also. It will be a nice change for you." he said grabbing her and lifting her in his arms. "But I want to make sure you are fine wit it, my pet." Meal was quiet as she listened to him, studying him as she thought about it before nodding a little, "Okay," she said softly, not really fully trusting the hunters. Leaning into him, she studied him before letting a sigh out, "If you think it's going to be fine then I'm okay with it." "Then I think we can postpone the idea of the club. Go down and strip. The kneel next to her. Tell her I want you both to face each other by the time I come down" he said kissing her and smacking her ass before allowing her to walk. Listening to him, she was quiet as she thought about it before nodding her head, "I will," she replied softly. She was still naked so she just walked downstairs and studied the woman, "He wants us to face each other," she said as she walked over and knelt so that she was facing Row. Row raised a brow as she studied the vampire and smirked a bit as she turned to face the other, looking forward to what was about to come. Harry walked in soon, a strap on, a whip, nipple clamps and a dozen other toys in his hands. He got the two girls closer and attached the clamps to their nipples and fixing the chains, so the two girls were attached to each other via their tits. He then proceeded to whip their back and ass. Furthermore, he wanted that any movement from either would result in torture for both their nipples. Meal looked over at Harry, watching him as she waited, staying quiet, unsure about what was going on. Row on the other hand was clearly excited, clearly not worried or unsure at all. She was pure excitement as she looked forward to what was to come, whatever it might be. As the clamps were put on, Row groaned deeply as she felt the pressure on her sensitive nipples. Meal bit her lower lip as she watched him, studying the chain as it was attached so that she and the human were attached together. As the whipping began Meal would jerk every time, causing a pull on the chain, causing Row's nipples to be pulled. Row's pleasure was quickly growing, enjoying what was happening as she always did with Harry. As Row was whipped she would shift just as Meal would, pulling on Meal's nipples so that every time they were both stimulated, both tortured together. Harry watched the two women moan and groan every time he used the whip. Once the two ladies were aroused, he grabbed both their hairs and turned them so he could kiss both, spending time to enjoy their different tongues, the cold lips on the vampire as opposed the warm ones of the human. Once done, he pushed them towards each other. " Kiss each other, and use your hands to rub the pussies" They both returned his kisses, each enjoying themselves. When they were pushed towards each other, Meal studied Harry before looking at Row. Row on the other hand had no hesitation as she reached out, tangling her fingers in Meal's hair and pulled her towards her as she leaned forward, kissing her deep. Meal was surprised by the lack of hesitation, by the openness. She returned the kiss, feeling Row's tongue against her lips she parted her lips, their tongues beginning to tangle and each beginning to fight for the dominance in the kiss. Row slid her hand down Meal's body and between her legs. Her fingers stroked over her pussy before flicking her clit. Meal gasped out, her hips jerking in surprise as she groaned into the kiss, the pleasure building as she shifted, spreading her legs to give the other complete access as Row's fingers continued to stroke over her before thrusting two fingers into her, thrusting a couple of times before focusing on her clit. Meal slid her hands along Row's sides, her hand brushing against the chain, pulling on it so that the clamps pulled on her nipples, causing Row to arch slightly, pressing closer as she enjoyed it. Meal slid her hand between Row's thighs, her fingers stroking over her pussy, touching and teasing as she stroked her fingers over her pussy, her fingers circling her clit before stroking over her again until Row's hips were rocking against her hand. It wasn't long before both females were panting into the kiss, their hands continuing to work each other, aware of his gaze, waiting for his next order as their pleasure continued to build, pushing them both towards orgasm. While the two girls were busy, Harry got a couple of vibrators and licking them, pushed them both into the pussies of the girls, making sure to tease them while pushing it in. Once the twos were in, he sat and watched the action, getting hard. He grabbed the girls' hair pulling them apart pushing his cock between the two and asking them to kiss now, waiting for the pleasure of 2 mouths on his cock. He simultaneously started the vibrator in both their pussies. Row groaned deep when she felt the vibrator sliding into her. When he went to push the vibrator into Meal she stroked her fingers over her clit before spreading her lower lips, helping to guide the vibrator into the vampire before moving back to stroking her fingers over her clit. When he pulled them apart, Row pouted as she looked over at him, smirking a bit as she leaned in kissing Meal, her tongue tangling with the vampire's, their mouths, tongues brushing against his cock before Meal turned her head, her tongue stroking over him, Row's mouth and tongue working along the other side of his cock until Meal finally took him into her mouth, moaning deeply as she felt the vibrations. Row brought her hand up, cupping his balls, massaging and working him as she used her mouth and tongue on his cock so that he was never without stimulation, groaning deeply as her hips rolled when she felt the vibrations, her thighs pressing together as she searched for more stimulation, wanting her release. "I want you both bitches to kneel down and get your knees and get your asses high." he said realizing one of their tits but keeping the other linked, so their movement would be restricted. He went behind them and getting a couple of floggers, began to whip their asses, using his power to turn their sexy asses red and watch how every hit would send the vibrator deeper into their holes. Row looked up at him, listening to the order before leaning back. Once one of the clamps were released she turned as did Meal. They knelt and put their asses up for him, giving him the access that he was wanting. Row groaned deeply as she arched, and her fingers dug into the carpet as she enjoyed each strike, her body shaking. At the first hit Meal jerked but otherwise held herself still, accepting each hit from the flogger. Her pale skin soon became red, her body shuddering with the pain and pleasure that was rushing through her. After both their asses were nice red, he dropped the flogger and bending down, he spit on their asses before inserting a finger in each of their asses, finger fucking them slowly adding the second and then third finger as he rubbed their clits with his thumb, giving equal pleasure to both the girls. Row's pleasure continued to grow as he began to finger her ass and feeling the touch to her clit a shudder ran through him. It didn't take long before she arched a deep groan coming from her as she rocked back towards his hand as the orgasm rushed through her. Meal moaned low as she felt her pleasure growing, building as she felt his touches. The reaction and the holding capacity of both the girls was amazing. How similar and yet how different. He couldn't believe how he had run into so much luck. Here he was staring at two lovely asses of two bitches ready to obey all his commands. He felt Row cum and slowed down while he increased the pace for Meal, waiting for her to cum as well. Row groaned deeply as she continued to rock back towards his hand even as she felt him slow. Feeling his pace increase, Meal moaned as she rocked back towards his hand, and it wasn't much longer before she tensed and groaned deep as she came as well. Coating his fingers in the cum of both the ladies, he went forward and offered it to them, exchanging the hands so both the girls tasted the other as he let them clean it. Once done, he grabbed their hairs and forced them to suck his cock, altering between both of them. As usual Row was more than eager even if she was tasting the vampire, she sucked and ran her tongue over his fingers, cleaning them. Meal wasn't quite as eager, but she did clean his fingers of the human. Each one of them would eagerly suck his cock, do what they could to pleasure him when it was their turn. He got the girls into 69, with Meal on the top. "I want the both of you to finger fuck the others' ass while you suck her pussy. Get all the holes wet. I will use any hole I wish anytime." he said getting the vibrators and walking around his pets rubbing the vibrator on anyone's clit as he felt right. Row shifted as he wanted them to and as she listened to the other she didn't hesitate. She thrust her fingers into Meal, wetting them before leaning up, suckling hard at her clit as she circled her finger around Meal's hole before thrusting two fingers into her. Meal straddled Row's head as he wanted her to, Row bent her knees, opening herself to the other. Meal began to use her mouth on the other, her two fingers thrusting into her ass as she used her mouth and tongue on Row's clit and slit, her tongue thrusting into her. Each pressing closer whenever they felt the vibrators against them. He sat on the nearby stool for a while, enjoying the show, rubbing his cock ideally as he watched his two bitches try and get each other off. He then stood up and taking the vibrator handed one to each signalling them to use it instead of fingers on the others' ass. Furthermore, he started with Meal, handing her the vibrator and pushing his cock into her mouth to suck before pushing it into his ex's pussy for a couple of thrusts. Furthermore, he then removed it walking to Row handed her the vibrator and pushed his cock into the vampire's pussy fucking her a couple of times. Each looked up at him as he walked over. Meal took the vibrator from him and thrust it into Row's ass as she suckled and let him use her mouth as he waited. Row arched and cried out against Meal's pussy as she felt the vibrator thrust into her, as she felt him thrust into her, the pleasure rolling through her. Meal dropped her head when he left her and began to use her mouth on Row's clit once more as she thrust the vibrator. Row took the vibrator and thrust it into Meal's ass without hesitation and began to thrust it. Meal arched and groaned deeply when she felt the vibrator, felt him inside of her. Row leaned up, using her mouth on his balls as she used her fingers to continue to finger Meal, to rub her clit. He again left the girls to tease each other as he attached a couple of clit clamps on both the women while instructing them to be careful not to hurt the other. Once done, he began to collect other toys including some bondage gears, strap on, double strap on, whips and mouth gag. " I am thinking the vampire should enjoy the pleasure of being double fucked first." Each one of them continued to pleasure the other, ensuring that they didn't hurt the other. Hearing him, Row smirked a bit as she looked over and nodded her head, "I'm game," she replied with a grin as she watched him. Meal just stayed quiet as she continued to use her mouth, knowing that she was going to do whatever it was that he wanted. He handed over the double-sided strap on to Row" make sure the other end goes into your pussy. And then lay down. You will be fucking her pussy. Meal, darling, get your sweet pussy on her cock so I get the nice view of your ass which I can smack and grab as I fuck your ass" Row smirked a bit as she nodded her head and took the dildo from him, waiting until Meal moved so that she could put the one side into herself before looking at Meal and him, listening. A smirk played over her features as she grasped the vamp's thighs as she shifted and quickly thrust into the vampire. Meal groaned softly as she shifted and leaned forward, resting her hands on the ground as she angled so that she was in perfect position for him. Harry had a perfect view of her pussy engulfing the plastic cock protruding from another perfect pussy as a nice round bum waited for him. He smacked her ass a couple of times, before spreading her ass and spitting on her asshole, watching his spit disappear into her hole. Grabbing onto her ass, he began to enter her ass, enjoying the feeling. Although he had fucked her ass, it felt tighter thanks to the cock in her other hole. "Kiss each other, bitches. "He ordered while he began to push into her. Meal gasped softly as she felt the smacks to her ass, her back arching as she began to ride the strap on, a deep groan came from Row as she felt the part inside of her moving as the vamp rode her. Her fingers dug into the ground as she felt Harry thrust into her ass. Hearing the order she leaned down and kissed Row, Row returning the kiss as they did as ordered. He pushed her face onto the other girl, forcing them to grind their lips and tongues as he rammed in and out of her, again and again. He attached their collars with a short leash forcing them to keep their mouth near each other. Furthermore, he removed his cock and slammed into Meal again, using rapid deep strides. Furthermore, he put his weight on the vampire as he began to bite her neck, feeling the coldness of her skin on his chest and tongue. They did as he wanted. Meal frowned a bit when their collars were attached, surprised by it. She arched, causing Row to gasp as the collar was pulled. She tensed, her body shuddering when she felt him continuing to slam into her. "Isn't she a sweet pet. I have a vampire pet whom I can use anyway, hit as hard as I want, and she will heal right away" he said smacking her ass hard and smiling. "Cum for me pet, cum with both your holes fucked" he said slamming Meal whimpered as she jerked, feeling the pleasure rushing through her. Feeling the smack she jerked and tightened around him as she came. He felt her squeeze as the juices rushed from her pussy coating the already speak strap on she was riding as he ejaculated, cumming inside her ass yet again. As he came she shuddered as she moaned softly as she pressed closer, Row continued to thrust into her, feeling her own release building. Harry kept fucking her through his orgasm waiting for the two pets to cum. It wasn't long before Row came as well, jerking as she cried out, pressing closer as the pleasure rushed through her. He withdrew his cock and got it between the two girls for them to clean him. He pushed it both their mouths one after the other, making sure it was nice and clean. Furthermore, he then undid the strap on on Row and got it to them, instructing them to clean it. Satisfied, he undid the nipple clamps which the two had to free their movements. "Get ready for the next round bitches." he said slapping both the girls a couple of times. He had them lay on the ground, facing up, pussies touching each other. He got a couple of huge dildoes, and then inserting the first in both their asses, and then in their pussies." How does it feel to have both holes together?" When he put his cock between them, both Row and Meal began to lick and clean him. They moved as he wanted them to. A deep groan came from Row, the pleasure clear in the sound as she felt her ass and pussy filled by the toys. Meal was quieter, her teeth gently biting into her lower lip as she felt the pleasure building once more as both holes were filled." You know me, I always enjoy being filled completely," Row answered, a smirk playing over her features as she shifted her hips, moving the toys inside of her and instead of the vampire. Jack smacked her ass. "Don't be greedy. Let my bitch also enjoy being filled by toys. In fact move faster and fuck her harder also" he instructed. He picked a whip and began to use it on both the girls, hitting their back, tits, hands and ass. Row whimpered softly but nodded as she continued to thrust, beginning to thrust faster and harder into the vampire. Meal moaned deeply with the arousal as she moved as well. As the whip began to come down across them, both females jerked and cried out, the sound of pleasure and pain mingled in the cries. "Having fun pet? Imagine if this is the first night, how your remaining life will be" he asked Meal, kissing her on her lips enjoying her mouth. His hands went to her tortured nipples as he began to play with them, in no hurry to walk over to his ex. However, once satisfied, he walked over to his ex and asked her. " See what you missed ditching me? But then had you not gone, I wouldn't have gotten Meal. " Meal bit her lower lip as she listened to him. Looking up at him, she leaned into him, returning the kiss. She moaned deeply as her back arched, and she pressed closer to his hands on her nipples. When he walked over to her, Row smirked a bit as she looked up at him, "I don't think I'm missing out on anything. After all I'm getting to play to," she replied with a smirk. "Not as many times as I can with my dear pet" he smirked back. "I fizz t, my pet tells her who you belong to. Who owns you" he ordered his pet Meal. He pinched her nipples to make her focus on his orders. Row leaned on her elbows as she watched them. Meal gasped out as she arched and pressed closer to his hand as he pinched. "You," Meal answered as she looked up at him. "And how does a slave address her owner?" he asked, acting angry. He looked so helpless against him. He pinched her nipples hard before spanking them hard. Furthermore, he reached to her pussy and gave her a few smacks there. Furthermore, he was completely focussed on Meal. Hearing him she shifted a little as she watched him, "Master. I belong to you Master," she quickly answered. She gasped out, her back arching as she felt the slaps to her breasts, the sharp stinging pain darting through her. Her legs spread, giving him more room to her. Each smack to her pussy caused her hips to jerk, the pleasure from the pain quickly darting through her. "Then leave playing WTH my ex. Crawl to me, climb on my cock and fuck me. I want you to fuck your pussy while my ex licks your ass. When I signal I want you to bite me as I cum inside your pussy. Then she can clean it from there" he instructed, sitting on TRE sofa, his cock standing erect. Listening to him, she was silent before nodding her head, "Yes Master," she replied. Once he was sitting she undid everything that locked her to the other woman and crawled to him. She climbed onto his lap and shifted, quickly taking him into her. She began to ride him fast and hard, her pussy tight around him. Row was silent as she watched before crawling over. She grasped Meal's ass, spreading her cheeks before leaning in, her tongue tracing over her hole and stroking over her before thrusting her tongue into her. "Yes my beautiful pet. Fuck yourself for my pleasure. You will do anything I tell To, won't you? You maybe a vampire, but in front of me, you are a little puppy, a bitch who begs to be used. Art you?" he said playing with her nipples. A whimper came from her as she listened to him, knowing if this was ever found out by the covens she'd be dead. She continued to ride him, her breasts bouncing with the strength of her movements. Her back arched as she pressed closer to his hands, rocking back towards Row's tongue. "Yes. I'm just a little puppy, a bitch that wants to be used, will beg to be used, Master," she answered as she tightened around him. "Don't cum" he ordered her, his own breathing shallow. He was very close, but prolonged his orgasm, waiting for the inevitable. He finally said "Bite me. I want to feel that pleasure as I fill your pussy. And then you cum with me, my slut" Hearing him she nodded a little, focusing on not cumming yet as she continued to ride him hard and fast. When she heard him she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head to the side as her fangs sank into the side of his neck, using the bite to send pleasure through him as she continued to ride him. She didn't cum until she felt the heat of his beginning to fill her. Only then did she jerk, her body shaking as she came hard around, a deep groan escaping her. His cock spasmed, cumming huge quantity inside her pussy, as a pinch of pain erupted in his neck followed by a wave of pleasure. He almost went limp immediately after his cock was done painting the inner walls of her pussy white. "That was lovely my bitch. You enjoyed?" he asked holding her tightly, shivering slightly at the coldness. He knew his ex would be sucking his cum from her pussy, but he let her do, relaxing holding the world's most dangerous killer and the sexiest pet in his arms. She drank her fill before pulling her fangs back, her tongue stroking over the bite to heal the wound before leaning back. She groaned deeply as she felt Row. Hearing the other a slight smile played over her features as she nodded her head, "I did," she answered softly. As soon as he came, Row shifted and leaned forward. She used her tongue and mouth to suck and lick, tasting both the vamp and her ex mixed together. Harry began to kiss Meal, a slow burning kiss, a kiss that was filled with passion and desire and ownership. He did use his hands to spread her ass, allowing Row to push her tongue deeper into the vampires' ass. "Having any regrets being my slut?" he asked her grinning. Meal returned the kiss, leaning into him. As he spread her ass, Row tilted her head, continuing to use her mouth and tongue to lick and clean. Hearing the other, Meal smiled slightly as she shrugged a little, "So far none," she answered softly. "And it will continue to be so, my dear" he said kissing her again. "We have a lot of parties to go to" he reminded her. He finally pushed Row away and smiled at her. "Did you enjoy?" Hearing him she nodded a little before returning to the kiss. She looked down and nodded in agreement when she heard him. Finished cleaning the vampire, Row sat back and smirked a bit as she looked at him, "I did," she answered as she reached up and traced her finger along Meal's slit, "I think I'm going to have to come around more often," she added. Harry smiled at Row. "Don't think you are invited here anytime you want. We might not want you" he replied grinning. His cock twitched seeing Row ideally stroke Meal, he stroked the vampires nipples. Hearing Harry, a chuckle came from Row as she smiled sweetly as she leaned forward, her tongue tracing along the bottom of his cock until her tongue darted over Meal. Feeling the tongue and the touch to her nipples, Meal began to shift, the pleasure beginning to build. Row looked back up at Harry as she smirked, "Don't you want two of us to do whatever you want to?" "I may not always want. Maybe I would just want to fuck Meal multiple times till she begs me that she can't cum anymore. That would be fun. A vampire begging a human. Now where have we seen that before? Oh, Yeah. Just here only" he chuckled pushing Row away. The sun rise was near, and he didn't want to take any chances. Listening to him a chuckle came from her as she sat back when he pushed her away. A smirk played over his features as she shifted and stood, stretching. "I'll let you give me a call when you want," she promised. "I won't make myself too much of a nuisance," she added as she moved towards her clothes. HEF laughed and pointed to Meal. "You better go into the basement. I don't want the sun harming you. I will go out and get something's for you. Anything you need in particular?" Hearing the other she shook her head as she stood, "I can't think of anything," Meal answered as she stepped back before turning. She headed to the room she needed to be in to ensure she wasn't in the sun and settled back. Row chuckled a bit as she shook her head, "Never seen a vamp so docile or obedient," she drawled as she finished dressing and headed towards the door. He walked in with Meal and laid down, cuddling with her. His hands rested on her boobs and his cock between her ass Crack. "If you don't find me around when you wake, don't sweat. I will be around and back soon" Feeling him against her, she relaxed back against him and closed her eyes. Listening she gave a nod of her head, "Alright," she replied softly as she relaxed, and it wasn't long before she was beginning to doze. He would wake up a little time before sun set. He went out to get some clothes for her, and food for himself. While she may feed of him, he needed food to stay healthy and also replenish. All the blood she may drink. Meal slept through the day. Even when he left she continued to sleep. Only once the sun set completely did she shifted. Yawning she stretched and opened her eyes. Looking around, she studied everything before standing. She looked around and found the bathroom. Starting the shower she stepped in and began to clean up, getting rid of the evidence of the day before. Once she was finished she shut off the water and dried off before stepping into the room, looking around. When he came into the house, he could hear the water running. He dropped the things out and slowly crept into the room waiting by the door. As soon as she came out he jumped on her, pinning her on the bed. "How are you pet?" When he jumped and pinned her to the bed she hissed and tensed, not realizing who it was at first. Hearing him she relaxed and raised a brow as she relaxed back against the bed, "Always feel better after a shower," she answered. "And I feel better knowing my pet is waiting for me" he said kissing her. His hands reached to her nipples and he pinched them. "I got you some gifts." he said showing her the bags filled with some items. He motioned her to get those and when she would open it, she would find a butt plug with a tail, a mouth gag, nipple clamps, garter belt, a kitten costume with matching ears. Everything was in black with a leash, which could be connected to her leash and also to her nipple clamps. Hearing him she gave a slight smile as she watched him. Her back arched, a soft moan escaping her as she felt the pinches to her nipples. Hearing him she rolled off the bed, standing once more as she grabbed the bags. Opening them she began to look through the bags, studying everything as she pulled them out, laying the items on the bed. "You were busy," she mused. "Well, I want every man and woman in the club to lust for you. Everyone should be busy thinking about you when they go home and rub themselves to sleep while I fuck your holes" he said with a smile. He picked a vibrator with a clit rubber and a round butt plug with a tail. He showed it to her. When she would hold it in her hand, he pressed a button and the toys came to life, buzzing. His face had a naughty grin as he watched her expressions. Listening to the other a chuckle came from her as she looked over everything, "Well I think this will do it," she mused as she relaxed back. Holding the vibrator and butt plug she raised a brow as she studied. Feeling the vibrations she tilted her head a bit and looked at him, "Want me to go ahead and put them in?" He nodded "Of course. I can't wait to see how sexy you will look with these in. And imagine me around teasing you all the while in the club, a secret only the two of us will know" he said. Hearing the other she gave a nod of her head. Listening to him, she studied him, but she gave a smile, "Should be interesting," she said. She was nervous. She knew that if he was teasing her, with the vibrator and butt plug in that she wasn't going to be clear-headed, that she wouldn't be as alert as she normally was. Furthermore, she would have to rely on him to make sure that she wasn't killed. But she sat on the edge of the bed, turning the vibrator off. She spread her legs and figuring that he would want to see shifted so that he could watch as she teased her clit with the tip of the vibrator until she grew wet. She slipped the vibrator into herself, sliding it fully inside of her before shifting and rolled onto her hands and knees. Furthermore, she lowered her upper half, slipping her hand between her legs. Furthermore, she pressed the tip of the butt plug against her hole, pressing until finally she opened and began to accept the butt plug fully into herself. Once she was filled she shifted and stood, shuddering as she felt full. His jaw almost fell as she gave him a show, pushing the toys into herself, one at a time as she got herself wet. He smiled as he was filled up, pressing a button to make sure the connection was done before he stopped it. He passed on her clothes which barely passed on for lingerie. Furthermore, he put on a flashy leather pants and shirt and sliding an arm around her waist, he led her out. Furthermore, he kissed her and said "I will be around to save you and protect you. Enjoy yourself and have fun" he whispered kissing her. Taking the clothes she pulled them on and leaned into him. Hearing him she gave a nod of her head, "Alright," she said softly and returned the kiss. Once he was ready she walked over and moved to the door with him. The walk to the club was short, even for a human. Soon they were surrounded by the people going in. Harry had a VIP pass, and so he could skip the queue, and they were inside within no time. He walked towards a registration booth and talked to the person before the duo were ushered inside, behind a concealed door. Once inside, "Ready?" he asked before opening another door which seamed to open into another world. The walk to the club was one of the shortest and longest walks in her life and that was saying something as she was a vampire. With every step she could feel the plug inside of her, could feel the vibrator inside of her, both rocking with the movement of her walk. She felt exposed, opened with the way she was dressed. She knew before they even left the apartment that she was going to be reliant on him that night. When they skipped the queue she wasn't surprised. When they were at the registration booth, Meal held her silence. She didn't know when Harry was going to turn on the vibrator, but she was already wet from the toying she'd done to herself, from the walk to the club. When the door was opened she stepped inside, looking around as she remained at Harry's side. The sight that was in front of them was that of pure orgy. There were bodies clashing against each other in every corner of the room. However, there was a clear order in the club, with males dominating and females submitting. It was a Macedon club. As Harry led her inside, she would see a stage with a human tied, and all her holes filled as she was fucked by 3 different men, and2 females who were playing with her tits, sucking on them. She had a collar around her neck and she was in agony, clearly the rule of not being allowed to cum.

Vampire Hunting (Anish Joshi x DRD)|rating:3.0

Corrupting an Angel ( dolly & hellsangel)

Ariel(world had ended in fire. Demon fire, Holy fire, in the end it did not matter what side you were on. The world still burned. God was angry at the destruction of the world, and he cut the angels off. Shaken by the anger of their farther the angels fled, and the demons conquered. Ariel found herself alone after what felt like years of fighting. She was an arch angel. Her name meant lion of God and in battle it showed, she was fierce. She led a battalion of angles and managed to defeat several demons. They had pushed back the demon hordes, freed towns, saved humans, and in the end it had all seemed pointless. The battalion was gone, all the angels had either fell or fled, besides Ariel. Ariel held up in an old church. It was a large church building with stained-glass windows. The walls had already started to rot and decay. The inside had been vandalized at some point. The pews broken and piled in the center; the statue of Jesus was shattered into pieces. Someone had spray-painted “God Can’t Save You” against the back wall. Still, it was shelter and Ariel felt strangely at peace here. As much peace as she had ever felt since the war had started. There was a river that ran alongside the back of the church that provided clean water, and she had found some canned food in the church’s basement for food. She thought it might have once been a food bank. If she were careful it would last for a while. That was one thing that had taken the angels by surprise. Things felt more real on earth, feelings angels were not quite used to in Heaven. Hunger, thirst, pain, anger, those feelings also took their toll in the war. Something was telling Ariel to wait, and so she did. She knew what she was waiting for. The demons would come, and Ariel was not looking forward to what would happen next. So, she spent her days preparing. Every day was the same. She woke up in the morning and preyed, then she walked down to the river to gather her water for the day. She would go down to the basement to eat, and practice her fighting, and then she would spend her evenings praying again. Diablo: is a powerful and strong demon, one of the oldest demons who's ever lived. He lived and thrived for war and death, and he took great pleasure in tearing humans and angels apart in the battle for Earth. Now with the angels stranded on Earth and cut off from the heavens, it had become a sudden change in the tides of war as the demons pressed on. How exciting and fun it was to corrupt humans, turning them against angels slowly through insanity and depravity. Diablo got plenty of spoils of war as he would take captive angels and ravaged them brutally. He subjected them to inhumane forms of sexual torture and humiliation, sometimes even in the middle of a battle as he led his minions and made the angels watch him rape an angel while cutting down her would be rescuers. Many times he was locked in battles with a beautiful archangel, Ariel. How she glowed with courage and light as she decimated various regiments of demons he musters, but with access to hell his numbers were uncounted, and he could throw many of them into the slaughter. His hellfire magic and burning blade would clash with Ariel slight and holy energies and many a time he would feel the burn of her holy sword on his chest, but their battles always ended as a personal stalemate as she always escaped, yet she could only fight a losing war of attrition with him and his demonic kin. Earth is now Hell's playground as the angels were slowly driven into hiding and hunted down. But it's been years since he last encountered an angel and Diablo was growing bored in his corner of Earth. Humans have become their livestock, used for entertainment and enslavement, but they were too frail to last his sexual fun. It was then that a group of gargoyles came flying over, whispering to him of a magnificent discovery. His nemesis, Ariel, has been spotted in a somewhat untouched patch of Earth under a waning protection of a church. "Oh my sweet. I've waited for this day. I'll make you my bitch, and you'll have nowhere to go," he said to himself as he stood up. He clapped his hands to summon his brigade of demons to start marching and flying towards the church building. Ariel will have nowhere to run now as he would slowly descend towards her, his unholy energy purposely released to let her know he was coming for her now from the long distance. She should see in a few days time, amidst the rising burning sun would show the silhouettes of flying demons and gargoyles, and the distant figures of the lesser demons and greater demons marching to surround her. But most of all, Diablos tall, red, towering figure would be marching from the North behind his army, his footsteps becoming heavier with thuds as he was walking closer towards Ariel hiding out in the church. Ariel felt the unholy energy. The demons had finally found her. Her time was almost up. Ariel didn't have high expectations of being able to fight a demon army when she was by herself. She was determined that she would go out fighting. She would bring as much death and pain as she could before the end. The angel started to prepare. She blessed the church, and prayed asking her father for his blessing. She doubted she would receive it though. Her father had gone quite for some time now. Next she rigged the church doors that when they were open that holy water would fall down on them. It was a difficult decision to stay in the church. She was trading the freedom to take off in the sky for a few cheap tricks. Ariel then waited. She watched out the stained glassed window and saw the demon army approaching with Diablo. She had fought him in several battles on earth and though she never defeated him, she always got away. There would be no getting away this time. Ariel knew her chances of winning this battle were slim. She dreaded what would come next, she knew that Diablo would not just let her die. Still Ariel didn't let the dread or fear get to her. She appeared calm as she held out her sword in the middle of the church and waited. She was determined to go down fighting. Furthermore, she would kill as many of these demons as she could. The demon army has arrived and surrounded the church at a distance. Diablo stepped forward and laughed at the pitiful state of the arch angel Ariel who hid in there. "Ariel. Come on out and submit. Make it easy on yourself and become my personal pet. I promise you that you'll be treated 'very well'," he called out with his demonic laugh as he was laughing at everything he said to her. There would be no way this would end peacefully between them. "Take a look Ariel. There are a lot of my minions who want a taste of you. What will you do? Pray them away?" he mocked her loudly and waited to hear if she would retort. Whether she retorted or not, Diablo would raise his hell sword up in the air as the signal for the attack to begin. The first wave were little imps, goblins, and minor demon hounds. They charged towards the church to attack from all sides. They would hit the church's holy protection she set up which they screamed in pain and were slowly burned away in holy fire as they attacked the walls and tried to break through the stain glass windows. The church doors held for a bit as it burned away some of the goblins who kept smashing at the door. As a dozen burned away, the doors would fling open and a small horde of goblins and imps charged through. Holy water would fall down on them as she planned, and it would melt them as they screamed in pain. The floor remained toxic to them as they charged through at first before starting to go around. Her defenses managed to reduce 2/3rd of this wave as they charged right at Ariel in their weak hungry forms, planning to use attrition against her. They would try to surround and attack at different moments. The minor demon wolves would bite and claw, the imps and goblins have crude spears who were slow but numerous. As she is fighting, she should feel the ground shake as lesser demons and more of the weak demons were approaching the church to join the fray. Diablo himself wasn't joining the fight at all. All this while, Diablo was enjoying the show as he watched her take on his army on her own. All this while he had a few skeletal niches begin performing a very specific spell that would spell the doom of her resistance. It needed time, which his army would easily buy and distract her. He prepared a very special slave collar just for her, and he would attack when she is very weak but not now" Why don't you come in here and see" Ariel shouted back at Diablo when he asked what she would do. She stayed in the middle of the church with her sword held tightly in her hands. She took a deep breath, moved her sword out in front of her chest. Furthermore, she needed to stay calm, centered if she had any chance of winning this fight. She watched the wave of demons tries to get into the church. Furthermore, she was not sure how long her defenses would hold up. Furthermore, she watched as the first demons fell to her defenses, but they were to many of them and at last they broke through. Furthermore, she eyed the demon wolves and the goblin and imps as they made there way into the church. Holy fire lapped up to the edge of her blade. She moved her white wings and pushed herself up a few inches up from the church floor. She slashed down with her sword and git the wolf, but then she felt the spears of the imps hit against her wing. Furthermore, she turned and brought the blade down on them. As soon as she swung her blade down to dispatch one demon another was there to replace it. Still she moved swinging her sword, and using her wings to shield her body from most of the attacks. She pushed out her holy aura in a bright light around her to shield her burning the creatures that was next to her, and forced the others back. It wasn't long though before the light faded, and she was back to slashing with her sword. As she was hacking and slashing the little minions away, a loud roar would be made as the lesser demons and hell orcs began to bash through the walls. The holy protection had begun to crumble away amidst their attacks, killing only a few of the lesser demons in its holy aura before finally shattering. The church walls began to crumble with holes being made, the door entrance being smashed bigger to let the larger demons in. Their was no respite for her as they would swing larger swords and axes at her. As she would use her sword to fight back, a few of the lesser demons would throw hell fireballs at her that would hit her from behind and at her side. Their level of damage would be mitigated by her own holy aura and armor, but the attacks kept coming with the minions filling the gaps the larger ones would miss. Demon bodies would keep falling as they wouldn't match her skill one on one, but they would start leaving small wounds on her with their attrition tactics being pushed on. Hellhounds would be joining the fray as would a few greater demons. Their skin would be thicker, and their demonic aura be like burning fire as they would give her a challenge at a one on one with little rest. Diablo laughed as he is throwing in the high ranking demons into the fray. Would that be insulting her efforts or giving enough respect to throw in the strong muscle against her? Who can say. The spell was ready momentarily as he would walk closer to the church. When she would kill most of the greater demons and his minions at this point, he snapped his fingers and the surrounding demons stopped, stepping back so he could step in. "Good. You really do live up to the name of Arch Angel. Why don't we finish this between us," he said mockingly at her. He took his hell sword out and chuckled at her weakened state. Should she retort or charge at him in response, he would snap his fingers loudly once more, the niches outside unleashing the spell. A unholy sigil would appear above the church, casting an unholy aura that would make Ariel feel like Gravity suddenly increased twofold, her holy aura and powers would wane dangerously low, her wings finding themselves unable to fly or to use like a shield. The crosses that were left in the church would turn upside down to show the house of god had become corrupted. Diablo laughed at her new predicament as he would swing his sword at her to send her flying against the church organ piano, the force tearing what's left of her top off. Ariel never showed the worry she felt when the larger demons came to join in the fight. Though she managed to fight them off, the demons seemed never ending, and they were wearing her down. She continued to use her sword, but would sometimes flare out her holy light as a shield. Once she slammed her sword down on the ground and spread the holy fire out on the surrounding ground. When the demons stopped she was standing there breathing hard. There were feathers lying down on the church floor mixed with the bodies of the demons. Her long blond hair had fallen out of its braid, there were scratches and marks against her skin, but nothing to major. One of the straps to her top had broken off and one of her large breast was almost in view. Her blue eyes narrowed at Diablo and she screamed. It was a rough primal scream of desperation, and anger. A war cry as she charged toward him, only to be stopped. Something was wrong. The fire on her sword died. She felt heavy and the exhaustion of the battle all seemed to hit her at once. The next thing she knew the demons sword had hit her, and she hit up against the church piano with a loud bang of the piano keys as the piano splintered around her from the force of the hit. She crumpled to the floor, but quickly sat up. Her top was lost on the ground somewhere revealing her large breast that bounced up and down on her chest as she continued to breath heavily. She looked at Diablo and staggered back up to her feet. She had dropped her sword when she crashed against the piano, but she still can toward him without a weapon, as if she could somehow still defeat him. " You cheated." She accused. Diablo laughed as he walked towards her while she still dragged herself towards him. "Oh my lovely Arch Angel. I'm a demon. I love to cheat to win," he said to her as he slapped her hard on the cheek to send her down. This had become very pitiful as he would let her stand up on her struggling legs and let her hit him with what little holy powers she had left. With how little she was left with, it felt to him like little child slaps from a human before he would kick her in the belly. He leaned down when she was still down and grasped her by her neck and raised her off the ground to his eye level. He wasn't choking her, but she was trapped in his hold and he laughed at her pitiful resistance of trying to free herself." My dear Ariel. Your time has ended. You have lost to me, your new master. I have a gift for you," he said to her as he would take a slave collar next to his sword belt. She should see the demonic markings with a heart in it, a sign of it being sex slave collar. He let her watch it in front of her as he would slap it onto her neck and let her feel the effects take place immediately. The unholy sigil was released then, but she would still feel half weakened, her holy powers now about half sealed. She would still be dangerous to lesser demons now but for high demons and the likes of Diablo, she was now powerless towards him." You have no need of this now," he tells Ariel as he would tear her panties off, the last of her holy armor that covered her womanly parts and leaving only the holy bracers on her arms and legs. He lowered his head below and sniffed between her legs and chuckled, even if she was kicking his face. "You smell pure down here. Let me have a taste," Diablo says to Ariel as he planted his face right up against her pussy, tasting the sweet taste of an Arch Angel, a virgin one too. The sex slave collar begun to heat up as it would stimulate her sexual senses towards his touch and tongue, but not make her mindless slut. No, he was going to take it slow and steady with all the time he has now. Ariel tried to fight him, but he slapped her and easily put her back on the ground. Still the angel struggled to get back up. She was determined she was going to fight till her last breath. She tried to use her power, but it didn't even seem to effect him. Furthermore, she screamed as he kicked her in the stomach bringing her down. Before she could pull herself up again he had picked her up by the neck. She went into a frenzy trying to struggle away, arms hitting, legs kicking, her wings fluttering, but nothing helped. The struggling was just making her more tired, so she stopped soon after she began. She glared at the slave collar as he showed it to her. " You are not my master." She told him. " Just kill me." She knew that he wasn't going to. She knew what he had done to angels before. Furthermore, she had watched him rape angels from her own army before. Furthermore, she never seemed to be able to get to them in time to save them. Death would be the honorable thing to do, and demons were far from honorable. She felt the collar around her neck. She felt some of her power return, but not enough to do her any real good." Hey stop" She told him as he took off the last part of her armor. She struggled again kicking, and flailing trying to get away. Then she felt his hot breath against her sex, and then his tongue. Something felt weird. Like a small spark of warm pleasure that started at her pussy and traveled up her spine. Her efforts to kick him and struggle away doubled. " No, what type of demon magic is that?" She asked. She was really confused, she had never felt anything like that before. Diablo kept suckling against her pussy, his mouth sucking hard against her virgin pussy lips, his tongue sliding into the shallow folds of her cunt that sloshed around the walls in a circular motion. He didn't stop for a while as he can feel her legs still kicking against his face, her wings flailing to try to whip him to let her go of her neck, but it was all child's play for him to retain his hold on her. He would raise his head awhile later with the disgusting saliva strands connected to his mouth to her pussy for Ariel to see. Furthermore, he licked his lips and chuckled at her. "An Arch Angel can feel sin after all. You're very wet down here," he said to her as he reached down with his large thick fingers. He rubbed against her wet pussy to get her to feel even more of the new sexual sensations, his fingers pinching her little clit to send new sparks of pleasure up her spine. "You like this touch, don't you? You want more of it. Isn't this what your holy God forbids?" he said to her closely to her face in a mocking voice. He expected her to hit his face or to spit at him in her defiance, which would earn her a disgusting and hot breathed kiss on her mouth. Whether she would have a small orgasm or not from his touching, he hadn't yet entered her pristine pussy yet as he was saving it for the grand show. Nonetheless, he can feel she was wet now though he didn't care if she was truly wet enough for what was to come. He turned her around and held her around her chest in a restraining hold, her wings pressed up against his hard muscled back and his hand grasping tightly on one of her plump breasts. "Bring it over," he called one of his greater minions. She would see the Greater Demon bringing over a branding rod, one that had the unholy sigil with a heart symbol just like the sex slave collar. It was red-hot from the hellfire it was doused in, and he was bringing it over to press into her belly. Her pussy would then feel the physical presence of his large hot red cock, prodding against her virgin entrance, the tip itself feeling like a monster ready to devour her pussy." Observe Ariel. This will mark your covenant with me as my sex slave, my little sex pet. It will brand you as mine, and the moment I fuck you we will begin the ritual to bind you. You want to know what happens once you take my seed?" he said to her as he wanted to enjoy fully the horror of the situation she is about to endure, and she cannot escape him. The brand presses against her belly that would leave a burnt symbol on her belly but would not leave scarring tissue on her precious white skin. While she is in pain, his cock would finally press up against her pussy, slowly ramming through her virgin tightness in its search to shove through her hymen and past it. Ariel felt his mouth sucking against her pussy, his tongue lapping against her. It was a strange sensation. She had never touched herself there, nothing had ever touched her. She felt more shivers of pleasure. Warmth seemed to pool around her lower abdomen, and she could feel herself getting wet. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but she knew that it shouldn't be. Her body shouldn't be acting like this. She hated it, hated him, hated herself. She continued to wriggle and try to get away, but her kicks didn't seem to phase him. When he finally moved his head away from her there was a part of her that didn't want him to. She looked at him in disgust as he licked his lips. His fingers felt almost as good as his mouth. When he pinched her clit she tried to hold back the sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was getting to her. A whimper escaped her lips though. Her body shuddered in his grasp. She glared at him when he talked to her. She wasn't sure what he had done to her. What type of magic had he used on her. What he said was true, she wanted him to keep touching her, and she shouldn't. She didn't say anything. Angels always told the truth, and she did not give away how right he was. So instead she spat in his face in response. Her bright blue eyes glaring in hatred toward him. She was surprised when he kissed her on the mouth. She kept her mouth closed but could feel his hot breath and the wetness of his mouth against her. When he moved his mouth away she spat again. He easily turned her around. She fluttered her wings trying to hit them back against him, but he ignored her struggles. Her mind felt somewhat clouded. Ariel looked curiously wondering what was going to happen now when he told someone to bring something here. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the branding iron burning red-hot. She could guess what was going to happen. She didn't want it. Not only was she sure it was going to hurt, it would mark her forever. She might, could ditch the collar at some point, but there was no getting rid of a brand. Anger bubbled up inside her. She was an Arch Angel. A warrior of God. Not some livestock to be branded." No" She told him. She would have struggled against the way again, but she felt his large hot cock against her pussy, and she froze with fear. It was so big. It was going to rip her in half. There were too many things happening. Too many threats of pain, and there was no way for her to escape any of this. There was no escaping the pain to come. " Binding? What are you going to do to me?" She asked her voice trembling a little. She felt the brand burning hot against her stomach. The brand burning the mark against her flesh. Her body thrashed hitting back against his chest as if she was trying to back away from the metal that was hurting her. Then she felt his cock press into her opening stretching it wide to accommodate him. She opened her mouth her lips forming a large "O' but no sound came out. Her breath caught in her chest, and the world narrowed to just his cock. She could feel every inch of it as it pressed farther and farther in. Her body shuddered her hands scratched at whatever flesh was close by. Then her breath came in a loud gasp, and the scream came from behind it loud and pa infilled. Diablo found her pained cry that echoed around what's left of the church walls as pleasurable as the tightness he is enjoying inside Ariel now. How often this cunt of an arch angel had wounded him and ran from his hellish fury. Now he is enjoying the prize of having her in his hands. "We aren't that deep in, you whore," he said to Ariel as he released his arm hold around her breasts and grasped her two arms to pull them wide out. This would make her point her naked breasts out for the demons to cheer for, but most importantly they could now witness their overlord make the arch angel bleed her virgin blood in their full hellish glory. Diablo pulled her arm down which would pull her body down deeper onto his thick hard cock. Their was still that initial resistance of what's left of her hymen as if some sort of holy power tried to protect the last of her innocence, but his full demonic strength would overpower her, and it would be a sudden fall on his cock that would reach nearly the deepest part of her pussy, and she wouldn't even feel his base yet." Bring that mirror over," Diablo ordered as a pair of imps would bring a large mirror that was partially shattered over in front of them. "Witness your fall from grace, Ariel," he said deeply to her as he let her witness how his thick pulsating cock was buried deeply inside her bleeding pussy and how he still had length to spare. More so was the brand was glowing orange instead of looking like burnt flesh which showed the spell's ritual was still ongoing. He began to pump his cock up into her pussy slowly, grunting loudly as he was holding her arms to leverage her body to ride him under his control. "So fucking tight. You really are one of heaven's greatest warriors," he said to her. The mirror was still held there for Ariel to witness her disgrace and to let her watch how he would release her arms shortly to reach over to grasp both of her plump breasts. He squeezed and fondled them tightly that would be painful to her yet inducing new pleasures her body never knew, mixing with the pain of her first sex ever. "It feels good, doesn't it? Much better than all that pathetic praying to your God," he said to her as he continued to fuck her while fondling her breasts. She is only kept pressed back into his chest with the strength of his hands pushing into her breasts and her body riding right on top of his cock. Ariel shuddered when he said that he wasn't that deep in yet. She couldn't take this. It was too much. She felt him take her arms and pulled her down there was some sort of resistance as if her body had finally decided to fight back. There was a painful sort of pressure as his cock tried to push deeper inside her, and then whatever it was given, and she felt his cock shove deep inside her. Her walls being forced to quickly accommodate him. She screamed another pain filled scream. Her holy magic flared out around her in a desperate move to make the pain stop, but it did nothing to help her. She looked in a mirror when the imp brought it over. She almost didn't recognize herself. Her blue eyes were wide in shock and pain. She was sitting on the lap of some demon with his cock burred deep inside her. In the mirror she could see how much more the demon had to fit inside her. He wasn't even all the way in yet, and she felt so full. Ariel's eyes stayed on her reflection as he pumped into her. She could feel every small movement. She whimpered. When she watched him take her friends in battle she never would have guessed it would feel like this. It was worse than she had imagined. She winced as he took her breast into his hands, and whimpered again. Her nipples had already grown hard when he had been licking her pussy earlier. Pleasure sparked inside her again, and a weird warm feeling spread to her breast. Her body had a little time to adjust to the cock. It still hurt, but his cock was also hitting against something deep inside her. Something that brought her more waves of pleasure. She hated the new feelings, pain she understood, but this. What was this? She shouldn't be feeling this. She shook her head desperately when he asked if it felt good. It wasn't technically a lie because some of it still hurt. Angels were good and dabbling in the gray area when they could. Diablo snickered at her insistence that she didn't feel good yet. "Oh then your new master isn't trying hard enough to please his little pet. You should be very well care of," he said to her as he pushed her off his lap to make her fall onto the church floor. A pop was made as his cock now left her pussy gaping wide open, and he stood up to tower over her while she was sprawled on the ground beneath him, her legs and hands beneath her body. Despite her pussy now free from his cock, it should now leave the sensation that he was still in her and perhaps a sense that it wanted to fill again. Diablo wouldn't let her pussy remain free that long as he pressed her head down and pulled one of her arms back to restrain a part of her. His cock was thrust forward once again, and it buried deep inside her semi-tight insides to fill up what was empty inside her. He started to pound her from behind now, and it was loud with the sounds of her pussy being banged, her juices started to drip out onto his cock and onto the floor. He made to grasp her free blond hair and pulled on them to make her bend her head up and to make her mouth open to fully voice what she is feeling." You're not an arch angel anymore. You're my bitch now, my little puppy girl. Say it," he shouted at her. Some chains would sprout from her collar to become a leash for Diablo to use, and he used it harshly as he pulled on it along with her hair to choke her amidst her cries. His hips didn't stop at all as he kept assaulting her from behind. The greater demons in front of them were now jerking their cocks off now and were walking closer to her. The smell and stink of their cocks were starting to fill the surrounding air, defiling the holy sanctuary with such a filthy act. Even more so, their dicks were pointing at her face. "You're going to cum, aren't you? Looking how those idiots are jerking off on us is getting you all horny. You're already quite the slut. Do not cum as I do not permit you," he said to her. The slave seal wasn't completely done yet so she wouldn't yet suffer the punishment it's programmed with, but Diablo would have his way of punishing her if she did orgasm without his permission. Ariel was taken by surprise when he pushed her off his lap. She should have felt better now that he had removed his cock from her. It was what she had wanted, but instead part of her felt empty. Like part of her was missing now that his cock wasn't feeling her tight pussy. She shifted on the ground. This was her chance to get away from him, but before she could get her body to listen to her, he pulled her arm back. She screamed as he pushed into her again, though part of her felt relieved that he didn't leave her empty. In this position it felt like he was going a bit deeper than before, but she wasn't too sure. She could every inch of him as he pounded into her, and he was touching that spot that sent sparks up her spine. She was starting to feel wetter, and she didn't think it was all just her blood. The wetness did make it easier for the demon to pound her. Ariel winced as he pulled her hair and forced her head up. Her whimpers and moans. The sounds of her defilement echoed in the church." NO" She shouted when he told her that she was his bitch. She was an angel. She was the lion of God, not the dog of some demon. If anything his words made her realize that she should be fighting this more. Her eyes grew wide as she felt him pull the chains attached to the collar making the collar pull tights against her throat and choke her. She thrashed her wings and struggled to push him away from her, but there was nothing she could do. She screamed and moaned in pleasure and pain. She looked around wide-eyed at the other demons that were jerking off. The sight and smell of it disgusted her, and she felt her stomach turn. She wasn't sure what they were planning, but she wasn't going to be some demons cum dump. The pleasure that had been building up was reaching its height. She could feel it. She was so close to the edge of something. Close enough she really didn't care anymore. She just wanted to keep feeling his cock touch those places deep inside her. Still she fought against it. Not for him. Not because he told her not to cum, but because she wasn't supposed to. Her father had warned her against the pleasures of the flesh. She was supposed to be strong enough to fight against it. " UUU" She screamed. Her hands closed into tight fist. This was different from battle, she could just strike the feeling away with a fiery sword. Diablo can feel it, feel that Ariel finally had her orgasm, and it was quite the strong one as well. As she gave that loud cry of pleasure and pain, the greater demons in front of her also grunted loudly, their cum spewing out like a fountain and splattering all over her face and back, her breasts being dripped on by her face. How putrid and burning hot a demon's cum was but with the collar on her, it would make it smell a little tantalizing despite how disgusting it would be. Nut when she did cum, Diablo made a pained grunt as he felt her pussy juices gush around his cock, feeling the holy energy mixed in her juices. So her body still had a trick up her sleeve, but with her diminished power it does little against him, but he would feign that pain and make it seem like he would bluff that pain away." You just came, didn't you? Now you'll be punished," he said as he pulled her up into a riding position while he sat back. She was still facing the greater demons who were strangely still holding on to their cocks, their tips shaking and dripping as they were still holding back some of their own cum blast. She would already be covered, and they still weren't done with their first orgasm on her. Diablo started pumping his thick cock up into her pussy as she was sitting right down on it, his hands on her waist to pull her up and down wildly that would rub her insides harshly. As he did, one of the demons came over and pulled her chain forward to make her yelp, which would then let that demon stuff his cock into her mouth. A loud grunt was made and cum poured out of his cock and down her throat. This greater demon's cock pulsed a few times, then he released her mouth, followed up by the second who dumped the rest of what he had, then followed by the third. All that cum in her mouth would be both pouring down her throat in a burning and disgusting sensation, and the rest that she couldn't drink in time just spilling out of her mouth and further plastering her body with cum. "Swallow it all bitch. This will be your main food and drink from now," Diablo said as he was giving her the final burst of speed, her pussy being ravaged like she is being split apart.Finally, he shoved right up into her, his cock bursting like a dam of cum that filled her pristine womb up and creaming out of her pussy. As that happened, the unholy brand that was on her belly glowed red-hot and full of evil. It was cementing her role now as his sex slave and the burning hot cum from Diablo would feel more delicious for her body than before, even if her mind wants to keep denying it. "The covenant is sealed. Welcome to becoming my whore, Ariel," he said to her as he pushed her off his cock and onto the church floor, enjoying the sight of her cum plastered body and the pool of cum that was escaping out of her pussy and mixed with her virgin blood. Should she dare look at Diablo, there would be a bit of holy energy covering his cock which would be coming from her pussy juices from her orgasm, a sense of holy burning on his cock that Diablo looks like he is trying to pretend it isn't hurting him? Ariel closed her eyes in disgust when the first demon started to cum all over her face. She could still feel it hot the first splash against her cheek and lips, then across the bridge of her noise and some even clumped into her eyelashes. It dripped down from her chin and splashed against her large breast. She could smell the sick smell of their cum as it dried on her face, but it didn't seem as bad as she thought it would be. She felt disgusted being used as a cum rag for some demons, it hurt her pride, but there was this weird part of her that didn't quite mind it. Ariel couldn't deny that she had cum, even though she hadn't really wanted to. She felt disgusting, and defeated at that moment. It was not the actions of an angel. If her own disappointment in cumming wasn't bad enough, the demon that was tormenting her said that he was going to punish her. She screamed as he started to fuck her harshly in the new position. As the feeling of pleasure from cumming was still lingering, the pain from being harshly taken was starting to over ride it. He was too much. He insides felt like they were being rubbed raw. Furthermore, he was going to rip her apart. She was too tired now to put up too much of a fight about it despite how much it was causing her to suffer. If that wasn't enough of a punishment A demon stuffed his cock down her mouth and his disgusting cum dripped down her throat. Her eyes widened, and she snorted a breath through her nose. She chocked on the cum, coughing leaving trails of cum and spit drop to her breast while leaving a little trail back up to her lips. When one demon was done, another filled her mouth and then another. She couldn't help but swallow a lot of it, and she could feel a slimy burning sensation down her throat. When they were down she coughed up more cum, spitting some up. She didn't really comprehend what Diablo was saying about that cum was the only food that she was going to get. There was too much going on, to many sensations of pleasure and pain, disgust, and anger. She screamed again as he shoved down deep inside her. It felt like he went too deep pushing past her cervix and felling up her womb. Her body twitched and shuddered around him. Then she felt his burning hot cum having a straight shot into her womb feeling it to the brink the over fill rushing out of her pussy and dripping down onto her thighs, and the floor. She felt overly full, and her stomach bulged just a little from how full her womb was. Ariel could also feel the brand on her stomach burn like it was just being pressed on her, and she screamed again. She could feel the evil of it. Ariel wasn't entirely sure what type of demon magic he had worked on her, but she knew that no good would come from it. When he pushed her off onto the floor she groaned and just sort of laid there for a moment. She felt sticky as most of her body was covered in cum. Her sex felt sore and overly full, but at the same time she was already feeling empty. Already missing his cock. She wasn't sure if that was something that he had done to her, or what was going on. She pushed herself up into a sitting position. Every movement seemed to make the cum in her womb swish around and more cum to come dripping down against her thighs. She looked at Diablo and could see her holy energy, she hoped that it was hurting him a little. It was what he did to her. She glanced around the church. The house of God had been completely defiled, there was cum all over the floor. The walls and doors broken, windows shattered. The message spray-painted on the front was still there" God Can't Save You" It seemed strangely prophetic giving her current situation. She needed to get out of here. The angel tried to stand up, but her legs felt weak. The attempt just had her falling down to her knee while more cum came gushing down from her sex onto the floor. She glared at the demons. If she couldn't walk. She started trying to crawl away from them. Her wings dropped, white feathers dragging into the sticky dirty ground and getting more cum on them. Ariel was now a mess in front of him, a formerly proud angel who dominated the field of battle against hell even if it was a losing war, and now reduced to a sex slave under him. Even her wings were now unkempt and covered in the disgusting cum of demons. He pulled on the metal chain leash and yanked Ariel back to him, even if it meant dragging her back on her backside to his side. "Where are you going, whore?" he said to her with that evil glint in his eyes. Given that she tried to crawl away before, it gave him an evil idea. "Since you love crawling like a dog so much, You'll follow me like that. Stand up, and you'll have one of those lowly hell wolf riding behind and in you," he said to her as a threat. He yanked on the chain to start forcing Ariel to begin crawling on her hands and feet, to crawl out of the defiled church she set up in. Outside were the last of the army he brought, only 15% left. "You've done lots of damage, but all futile. A proper reward is in order," he said, which meant that he is going to further abuse her. He climbed on top of one of the Cerberus hellhounds which was his mount and pulled Ariel up with him. But he wasn't going to let her have an easy ride as he raised her body up and pulled her right back down, her pussy made to suddenly swallow his thick hot cock. Her hands were pulled towards him by some imps which made her breasts rub up against his hard abs. Her hands were given cuffs and chains which were chained around Diablo's back, effectively forcing Ariel in a hugging position against him and his cock buried into her pussy. "Lets see how well you can stay sane," he said to her as he made the hellhound start moving back towards his domain. As the hellhound moved, his own body shifted and shook which in turn made some thrusts up into her pussy and shook around inside her. He can feel how hungry her pussy would now be, thanks to the sex slave crest on her with the sex slave collar, and the amount of thrusts up into her pussy would not even sate a bit of the growing desire her body would start to want. Diablo was intentionally making Ariel give in to her bodily desires as long as he is still stimulating her body. She thought for just a moment that she could get away, but then she felt the leash pull the collar tight on her neck. She whimpered and tried to fight against it, but she was pulled back to his side. Furthermore, she was dragged along the dirty floor causing her wings to wipe up more of the cum that tainted the church. Furthermore, she wished she could have gotten to her sword, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. Everything she tried to do, the demon bastard seemed to twist it toward something to humiliate her with. She was forced to crawl after him outside the church. The ground was rough on her hands and knees, but she didn't say anything. She looked down at the ground and wondered where he was forcing her to go now. She would miss the church. It had been peaceful a sort of paradise for a while. The angel knew that it was always going to end this way. He pulled her up onto the hellhound and pushed her pussy back down on his cock. Her sex was still sore from before. She was exhausted and part of her didn't want to endure this torture again, but a bigger part of her felt relived. She felt empty when her pussy wasn't being split open by his hot demon cock, and she was happy that she could feel whole once more. Furthermore, she was loosened up now so it didn't hurt nearly as bad, and all the cum from before made it well lubricated. As the hellhound moved he could feel his cock thrust inside her. Her breast bounced up and down with the movement of the hellhound as well, her nipples brushing up against his abs. She could feel that warm feeling of pleasure pool inside her again around her sex and her breast. They ached for his touch. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she couldn't help it. She was exhausted from the fight and the initial rape. Even if she had the strength to fight it, she didn't know. Her hips stated to move to push and buck against his cock on their own accord trying to get more of that pleasurable feeling. After a while she realized what she was doing, and froze ashamed of herself. She didn't feel much like an angel. She was covered in cum, with a demon cock shoved in her pussy. A cock that she had just been riding without him even forcing her. It felt like the lowest part in the angels' life. A few tears slipped own Ariel's cheek. There was nothing she could do to get out of this situation. No way to fight this. So she closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, and then she did something that angels were good at. She started to pray. As she prayed her holy aura flared around her. Ariel seemed to look like she is admitting defeat as he saw her awareness of what her own body is doing. He chuckled at the thought that even angels can't stop their own bodily desires. It was then he heard she is starting to pray, and he could feel her holy aura surrounding her and engulfing the hellhound as well as himself. He groaned loudly as he felt the holy aura that burned against his demonic thick skin. The hellhound howled and bucked his back as he tried to get away from the holy aura, but it was more intense this time around. As it bucked around, Diablo's cock was bouncing womb deep inside Ariel's pussy in random fast pace while Diablo fought to control the beast. Soon after the hellhound fell down dead, the holy burn too much for it. When the holy flare was over, Ariel would see that Diablo's whole body looked like he got hit with holy fire but only mildly singed. He stood up and off his mount but with Ariel still mounting his cock and her arms chained still around his torso. "You really thought that would kill me? I'll truly make you regret this," he said to her. He then looked to his convoy and can see the domain was still a good long distance from them." It looks like you'll have a lovely ride, my arch whore," he said to her as he began to jog towards their destination. His cock would keep slamming into her pussy with how she is bouncing against him from the momentum of the run. The fact that it was now much rougher than riding on the hellhound would try to make the point that her attempt to attack him by holy aura was a poor choice as he would be still fucking her for a much longer period and could trigger more orgasms from her with this intensity, all while he is running and showing little sign of even being tired. Hell, even as he ran his cock kept pumping cum into her pussy after a few of her own orgasms, and he still kept running. Her pussy was just a constant cream pie mess that spilled the overflow out of her and kept her womb constantly full, the pleasure he is making her experience for this run would make it seem like it's an endless run. As he kept running and enjoying how he is punishing her pussy for her defiance, he gave her another dose of humiliation. She would feel a sudden wave of hot piss filling her cum filled pussy and just bursting out of her cunt while she is still being fucked on the run. He really pissed inside her pussy of all places, and it wasn't just a short burst, but feeling like he saved a days worth of it. Her pussy would be defiled at another level now, and he only gloated at her anger and despair. "WWW, look at that. We're almost home," he said to her when he would finish hearing any cursing she could make on him, gesturing over to what remained of a human city being turned into a hell fortress. Diablo feigned sadness that his sex run was going to be over with her. He would continue jogging until he reached the entrance of the fortress gate, walking now with Ariel still riding his cock against his chest. As soon as he went inside, there would be moans of sex being made close by. Human women and angels were there being raped and broken, and now their heads turned to see the new angel that came on Diablo. The angels were already widening their eyes to see Ariel in such a state. Ariel winced and whimpered in pain as the demons cock pounded down into her womb. The pain though was worth it, if it caused the demons pain. The hellhound howled and acted like it was in a lot of pain. The angel wasn't really wasn't sure how the attack had affected Diablo yet, because she was to busy concentrating on the holy aura even while the cock bounced deep and hard within her. When it was over she was disappointed that Diablo was unharmed. There had to be something that she could do to fight him. If nothing else she showed him that she wasn't going to just take being his sex toy, she had some fight left in her. Though the whole thing had not been that well planned out as even if she had been able to kill Diablo she still would have been attached to him because of the handcuffs. Ariel thought that at least he might have to unhand cuff her and release her from his cock with his mount gone. It didn't matter though he started to jog with her still attached to him. The movements of his jogging forcing his cock up and down deep inside him. She tried to fight off any feelings of pleasure, but it was too much. Soon she forgot about the pain, or any hang-ups as to why She did not want to cum in the first place. She moaned and whimpered in pleasure as he jogged. After she came the first time his assault on her pussy didn't slow down any. He was relentless. Even as she grew more sensitive. The first orgasm cam harder and faster than the next. And still he continued to pond into her, it felt like it would be never ending. She felt his burning cum burst up into her feeling her womb until it felt like it might burst. With every bounce of his cock more of her juice's and his cum dripped down her thighs. She felt uncomfortably full Her stomach bulged a bit more from all the cum in her womb. She was past exhausted at this point, and she just hung limply. Her body twitched and shuddered around him as more organism were forced from her body. Her head laid down against his warm body. Then she felt another burning sensation as he pissed deep into her. The pee filled her womb up more stretching it out more than it already was as it mixed with the cum inside her and dripped back down. Ariel moaned in pain and disgust at the act. She felt like she was going to be sick. As they finally arrived at the fortress gate Ariel sensed something she hadn't sensed in a long time. Another angel. She had been alone for so long, she had wondered if the others even still existed. The thought of other angels being around stirred hope back inside her. It sparked that fire that the long tortuous jog back had started to dampen. She could rebuild her army. She could save her kin. Furthermore, she struggled weakly against the chains that still held her arms around his body. Furthermore, she fluttered and flapped her wings in a struggle to get away. Diablo felt some more spirit within Ariel as they were close to the angel sex grounds, and he saw her trying to break free. Well then, why not let her have this chance. Nothing is tastier than to break an arch angel completely. He snapped his fingers and some imps came to take off the cuffs on her hands and Diablo was fast to grip her by her waist. "You want to say something to your angels? I'll permit that. You should be thankful for me for my 'kind' demon mercy," he said to her with that sneer. He truly looked like he would underestimate her resolve like a classic villain to a hero, but he knew well that she is under his slavery now. He brought her over to the grounds where some of the angels were sitting in cages, some were already being fucked on the grounds, some were being tortured by sex machines." Go on. Speak to them. I can tell you want to give them a false sense of hope," he said to Ariel as he lifted her up in the air for her to speak out. As he let her speak out, he would squeeze around her belly that would squeeze down on her womb. Her pussy would leak out a flood of thick cum and piss, something that would eternally shame even an arch angel while she speaks of hope and victory. He would then press her forward onto a rail and shove his thick cock into her pussy, fucking her in the midst of her speech to her angels. "Aren't you ashamed to speaking like that while moaning like a whore? Surely this is the new hope and future for all angels," he said to her mockingly from behind her, reaching down to pull on her breasts. How exciting it was for Diablo to have Ariel try to stir up hope while being raped by the very demon overlord she was defeated by and showing her conduct unbecoming of her rank and power. Ariel was somewhat surprised that he let her go, while kind of. She was no longer handcuffed, but he still had her by the waist. As he brought her over to the grounds the arch angels eyes were wide with horror of what had happened to her kin. For a moment she was just frozen as her eyes scanned the scene before her. There were angels in cages, but they were the lucky ones. There were other angels being fucked by demons and others being tortured by strange machines. She could hear the moans and cries of her kin. She could see the look of hopelessness in their eyes. Is this how far her kin had fallen? Why wouldn't they fight? Ariel struggled in his grasp. She wished that he would leave her alone, but she knew that he would not. She was afraid she would not get a moments' peace from his torment since she was captured. It wasn't ideal speech conditions, but she couldn't just leave her kin like this. She had to say something." Hey" She called out to the angels trying to get their attentions. "What are you doing? Why do you give yourself to these demons so freely? Fight!" She slipped into Angelic language, but the demons knew it too, so it wasn't like Diablo wouldn't know what she was saying. She paused and moaned in pain as Diablo squeezed on her stomach. He pushed all the cum and piss that had been stuck in her womb out, and it came gushing like a flood down between her legs. She flushed red from embarrassment. As the bastard demon seemed to be trying to show all the angels just what she had been doing today. She moved her wings in some sort of attempt to cover herself up. She felt a little shaken, but she tried to continue to talk to them. " I have come to help you." She almost moaned in relief when she felt his cock into her again. " Together we can unite ....ahhh...and return Barack too the mission nun I Know that things ...ahhh...things....look bleak, but our father knew that we could fight this...we have to fight this....WEEE arrre bewilders...WEEE fight....together Nauru to together WEEE four holy power Canaan over power..." She moaned as she came her hips moving to push back against the cock inside her. She arched her back a little to push her breast against his hand. Furthermore, she wanted to feel him play with her breast. It ached for his touch. She was pretty much acting the complete opposite of what she was telling them to do. Diablo would certainly applaud Ariel for her speech if his hands weren't full of her breasts, kneading them like dough and squeezing her tits to make her cry out more. "Very inspiring Ariel. You almost had me shaking in my hellish core. Let's hear a battle cry to intimidate all demons," he said to Ariel as he gave her pussy a deep shove that felt like it could try to penetrate her womb, her nipples both squeezed and pulled to give her a painful form of pleasure. What a glorious voice he listened to her make as he gave her the finishing fuck in her pussy. Even the captive angels could hear how Ariel's pussy sounded with Diablos rock hard demon cock plowing her insides hard, their skins slapping each other as he fit her down to his base. Finally, he pumped her pussy full of his cum, her belly inflating a bit as he made sure to keep her very plugged up with her overfilled womb and slowly pulled out. What came out was the disgusting sounds of a demon cum dripping down onto the ground for all the angels to see." I do hope to see what other hope you can inspire. After all I wonder if they can take off those pretty accessories," he said to Ariel as he yanked on her chain and forced her to walk. Behind him. Should Ariel take a closer look, she should see her angel kin were wearing slave collars as well, their powers sapped and sealed and was as powerless as a human. Diablo has taken her to the grand hall where his throne sat. Many demons bowed their heads to him and snickered as they watched Ariel being forced to walk behind him, a cum trail left behind by her. He walked with her up to his throne chair and sat down, pulling her over and positioning her on top of his lap, her legs made to rest between one lap, so her pussy was riding on his leg. HE placed his hand on Ariel's breasts and shook his leg to get her rocking on his leg, to have her body become horny once more while he now speaks to her."Let's get down to business. I'm sure you'd like to bring your angel kin home, don't you? We also want to .... 'talk' to god, negotiate with him. End the war. All you need to do is to put forth your share of your arch angelic powers, and we'll put some of ours to make a 'small' gate, and we can send you all home that way," Diablo said to Ariel as he made an obvious sugar-coated deal with Ariel. A demon like him would enjoy giving such a lie, and he purposely made it sound too good to be true on the surface Ariel screamed as he shoved deep into her womb, and it felt like his cock was bottoming out deep within here. Her sex clamped down around him in pain, and she squirmed in a half-hearted attempt to get away from him. Her breast hurt to from the squeezing and pulling, but they also ached for him to touch her more. She was almost dripping wet from his rough attention. Just before he cums in her, she came herself. Screaming in pleasure, her body slams back against his as she shudders around him. Her mind is lost in the pleasure for a few moments and all there is, is the feeling of him filling her up. Ariel moans as she feels his hot demon cum rush into her womb, and fill it over the limit. She comes back to her senses as Diablo pulls out of her, and she feels cum dripping down from between her legs' hitting her thighs. She blushes red, and looks down at the ground not being able to look at the angels anymore. Furthermore, she was pretty much doing the opposite of what she had told them to do. Furthermore, she didn't fight. Furthermore, she had let Diablo defile her in front of all the angels, and she had even cummed while he was doing it. Her eyes stayed down on the ground as she was forced to walk behind him, her head hung down. She was beginning to realize that even though she had wanted to talk to the angels to inspire them to be strong, and fight. Diablo had sent the opposite message. He was showing them his new conquest. Showing the other angels that he had even managed to turn an Arch angel into a whore. If he could do that to one of the ones that was supposed to be the strongest, then what hope did they have? He had turned the lion of God into a cat that purred for his cock. She felt disgusted at herself and ashamed. She barely paid attention to the other demons around, or where she was going. Furthermore, she just shuffled forward. Furthermore, she was positioned in her lap, her large breast back in his hands. It wasn't long before she was whimpering, her hips bucking up against his leg on their own. Ariel listened to what he had to say and it sounded nice. She wanted it to end. She needed it to end. Furthermore, she felt like she had been stuck in some sort of hell ever since he had found her. Furthermore, she wasn't stupid though. Furthermore, she knew the ways that demons lied. If she allowed him to get to heaven then this would never end for her. He would continue to treat all the angels as his personal sex toys until he bored with them, and then what? What would an eternity of hell look like? Would she beg for a death that would never come, or would she even care anymore? Did the angels in the cages outside care? Did there bodies enjoy the attention like she felt hers growing too? The angel shuddered at the thought of it all." No. I will never allow you to use my powers." She told him coldly. Diablo pulled on Ariel's nipples and shook his leg beneath her pussy, making her body rock against his strong hard muscle leg that should surely drive her body with more desire. "What a stubborn arch angel. You would say no to an easy end to the holy war between us. You must be selfish in wanting more of this than to save your angel sisters. I completely understand," he said in mocking tone as he bumped his leg up and down for her to ride on him. He wasn't going to let her get off his leg and grasped both of her breasts to keep her riding on his leg and made her rock back and forth on his leg. With all the pleasure her pussy has endured, it wouldn't be shocking if he could trigger another orgasm and when his leg is doused in her pussy juice from her orgasm, a holy burn would be applied to his leg, but it wouldn't hurt him much."Let's make another deal. After two months of being my pet, if you can say no to my cock at the end of that, I'll let you walk away. I will even let your sister angels go. Of course, you can say no and just forever become my favorite pet," he said to her. It would be impossible either way as he is very sure of himself that she would never escape from being turned into an angel whore who lusts for demon cocks in the end. Diablo wanted to see how well she can endure such pleasures of the flesh, how long her will could hold out against her bodily desires. He already raised her up in the air and plunged her body back down to fuck her on his throne, making her face him as he rode her up and down his large cock. His cock now easily hit her womb with every bounce. "You like it, don't you? You're not going to lose on your first day, are you?" he said to her as he rode her on and on. He wasn't going to stop this time around until he would make her faint from the sheer number of orgasms and how full he will fill her pussy.[We can advance to the next day after your next post. More 'loving' fun on the way]

Corrupting an Angel ( dolly & hellsangel)|rating:2.0

[Empire!] - The Seerono Regatta

The Serrano Regatta Please Embrace the Anachronism- have scenes wherever and with whomever you wish Navies, regents, and persons possessing their own fleets are all invited to the Unicity to celebrate all things nautical. There will be events in several Districts, and guides will be made available for visitors. The term Regatta is a portmanteau of rigging, rowing tales, an encompassing term for these events. Docks in Phoenix Bay, Gran Figardenum Shares, and the Carding Coast are available for the various single ships and flotillas. Each ship captain is met by a small greeting party and given a beautifully inlaid, waterproof, oilskin bag with maps and flyers for various events. Regents are greeted by 8th level Unites of Bestrewn selected to meet the regent’s philosophical and educational bent. He or she receives similar bags, but are more ornate with gems and precious metal filigree. Inside are also private letters and entreaties to stay with various Bestrewn leaders. Hosting a regent in their manors is seen as a high honor. The ONISEP herself has more or less taken over the West Grangardenum, as it was closest to the docks. The central stage was transformed into a reception lounge for the various leaders. Small pavilions were evenly spaced throughout, each Bestrewn listing the informal events, artisans of note, and special items available for purchase. The plant artisans had been hard at work, carving the topiary gardens and labyrinths for display. Spoiler: West Grangardenum Hide Spoiler: Locations Hide Gran Figardenum Shares The Grand Five Gardens for the Sharing of Ideas will be the central location for most activities. It will host all events besides the night sailing and the canoe race. All lecture series will be held in various locations, except those being hosted by the Pinion Naval Academy. Locations and times are included in the materials provided, and posted on the local signposts. In addition, local shops and taverns are eagerly awaiting your business. All currencies are accepted, and a standardized currency exchange rate list is provided. The Carding Coast: This will be the location for the Canoe Race. Yurt and porters will be provided so that spectators can follow the 2-day action. Tor Spar dock space for seagoing vessels is limited, so carriages will be running on a regular schedule from the Gran Figardenum Shares to locations in the Carding Coast. In addition, the annual tarpon run is occurring. Anyone wishing to try their hand at spear-fishing for these strong, fast, agile predators please let your hosts know. Please be aware of the natural inclination towards risk taking the Nubians have. Engage in other sports, such as waterfall climbing, at your own risk. Phoenix Bay: Phoenix Bay will be hosting the [u] Night Sailing[/b] race. The Pinion Naval Academy will be open for visitors. The Phyloxgrew and Platinegrew lecture series will also be held at the academy. In addition, a 2-day Phoenix watching expedition is planned, should enough participants sign up. The expedition will be departing from and returning to Gretchen’s Landing Please be aware that pirates and wreckers still ply their trade in the Phoenix Bay. Do not accept navigational advice from anyone professing to be a local expert. Incidents will be investigated promptly. Reptilian: Reptilian will not be hosting any events. However, it will be the main travel route to other locations in the Carding Coast. Visitors are advised to remain in the carriages and the cities during transit. Please also be aware that booplesnoots are prone to biting and have a particular diet. They do not make good pets. Please do not be seduced by their adorableness. Steppe chard, Honeyeden, and Gran Gazelle will not be hosting any events. Spoiler: The Events Hide Discussion events The Och regrew Bestrewn will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on the proper materials selection and preparation for ocean going and drink-water ships. The Annegret Bestrewn will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on the linguistic similarities brought on by shipping, and the historical implications of such findings. Particular focus will be on shared mythology and folklore The Phyloxgrew Bestrewn will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on sea-lane law and anti-piracy. Lecture will include simulated craft boarding and seizure exercises. Participants will be required to sign a waiver in case of injury. The Pinion Naval Academy will host. The Platinegrew Bestrewn will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on harbor development and maintenance. Discussions will include in-water review. Please plan on getting very wet. Weather forecasts will be available for proper clothing planning. The Pinion Naval Academy will host. The Clara grew Bestrewn will be hosting a lecture series and discussion on the economics of shipping and receiving goods across borders. Particular focus will be on how to rate and compare various monetary schemes. Participation Events Parade of Ships: Kickoff event of ships sailing by main docks in Gran Figardenum. A free feast will be provided in the Central GranGardenum for all participants. Pavilions have been reserved for each regent. Raft race: A one-day event on Harlem Lake. Test your shipping, provisioning, and trading acumen buying and selling specialized goods at 12 trading posts. Both barter and trading skills will be tested. The winner will be the one with the greatest overall profit at the end of the 6-hour event. Canoe race: A two-day event hosted by the Carding Coast. 5-man teams will take their canoe from the Shield Falls to Perched Lagoon. There are three different channels to follow, each with their own challenges. At the end, teams will have to race across Perched Lagoon to the finale. The second day will be a challenging run through the multiple rapids below Perched Lagoon down to the coast. Night sailing. This is not an event for spectators, but for the most skilled ocean vessels. The ships will leave at dusk out of Phoenix Bay and sail out into the open Sea of Storms. Relying only on their instruments and the starts, they must find a boat moored out in the sea. The boat will be towing a burning barge as a signal. Turning around it, the vessel must then sail back. The event will be held on the first clear night after the Parade of Ships. Cygnets passage rally The Cygnets Passage connects the Sea of Storms to the Nigerian Sea. It is a difficult passage afflicted by tides and contrary winds. This four-stage race will test the cunning and resolve of the ships and their crews. The race is expected to take twenty-four hours in four 6-hour stages. The winner of each stage determines the start order of the next stage. Exotic boat competition. This is an event solely for fun. Ship shell Bay will be the location for a flotilla of the oddest rafts and dinghies ever built. Everyone is allowed to enter a raft or boat that meets the size specifications. The only rule is that the boat could not be made of wood. Prizes awarded for longest float and strangest design. Spectators will be provided with balls of colored chalk to throw at the participants. Farewell Event: The Final event will see ships docked at the main docks in Gran Figardenum decorated and looking their best. Groups of revelers will be circulating, singing songs and providing refreshments. It is the chance for the visitors to show off their homes on the waves. Spoiler: mechanics Hide Raft race: 2D8+ ½ diplomacy (round down). +1 if you have Susan Trade Language tech, Economic Academies, or Spy Network (cumulative) Canoe race: 4D8 + military, to represent 2 stages. +2 if you have Spy Network or Battlefield Medicine (cumulative) Night sailing: 3D8+ Curiosity. +1 for Open Water Navigation, Improved Tacking, Signal Flares, Clinker-built ships or Carved Built ships (choose 1), Lateen Sails or Fully battened sails (choose 1). +3 For Celestial Navigation. (Cumulative) Cygnets passage sailing; 8D8 + Faith, +military. Exotic boat competition Design: 2D8 +1/2 Curiosity. Buoyancy: 2d8+1/2 Faith. EVENT RESULTS Event/Nation Serrano Raft Race 13 Canoe Race 31 Night Sailing Race 32 Cygnets Passage Sailing 47 Exotic Boat Design 14 Exotic Boat Buoyancy 13 [They're hosting a what.] When dealing with Prius, there are three major things one needs to keep in mind. First, you can f#$@ them on any table but not in a single deal. Second, they do not abandon friends or family. Third, they will never back down from a challenge. A rumor had arrived that the Suzerainty would attempt to join the Rose Defense, immediately after refusing an opportunity to join the Prius Imperium because they were "infidels". The rumor itself wasn't what got heads turning, however; what caught the Court's attention was that such a deal was to go down at the 'Serrano Regatta'. (Sea-based tournament games, from the sound of it.) Primus was known across the world for its grand tournaments, where athletes of all stripes came to compete and win glory. To have another claim that they would host such an event made them... competition As such, High Queen Hernia and High Princess Crud ice now sailed to the Unicity to check out the Imperium's new competitor. You can't just ignore someone trying to do your job, after all. This was an important reason the Imperium had to come, but it was not the only one; the Suzerainty would be meeting the High Queen to give its promised tribute. The Silver Horde was calling for aid, and the Imperium would be negotiating to aid them. Custodian El dice planned to go personally, in fact. That woman had been hell-bent on proving herself after the debacle in the Majestic Tournament, and she had done so faultlessly, earning her first command just recently. Perhaps she could be groomed for her own Freedom one done day at a time, Hernia. They'd had to borrow ships from the Kingdom, of course, but the trip would be worth it. Hopefully. The Truserchen and the Imperium had a somewhat troubled history, but they had patched things up, in part through Nigeria. Event/Nation Prius Raft Race 22 Canoe Race 30 Night Sailing Race 28 Cygnets Passage Sailing 44 Exotic Boat Design 12 Exotic Boat Buoyancy 8 Earl Tristan Brinjal stood on the rails of a large Nigerian Carrack, staring at the passing Serrano coast, a small smile crossing his face. Many a sibling has grown up jealous of the attractiveness of their brothers and sisters, envious that such fortune smiled upon their kin, yet neglected them. Tristan was not so afflicted. Sure, his elder brother was a man of nearly immaculate complexion, but Tristan himself was hardly hard on the eyes. Though the gifts of Arboreal blood had not so greatly manifested, the large half bred was as handsome, if not more so, than his father. The large Nigerian was of paler skin, still tanned, with jet black hair and his father's emerald eyes. While his brother and sister were lithe and athletic in build like the nymphs, the younger Tristan was build like his grandfather, the late Earl of Carnation, barrel chested with large corded muscles. He stood well over six foot, a giant even among the tall Nigerians, striking an impressive figure. Captain Va's paused beside the young noble." Ever been to Gran Figardenum?"" No, don't believe I have."" Just don't let any Bestrewn know you're a half bred and you'll be fine. Otherwise, they try to 'study' you."" Where's my brother?"" Where do you think?"" Remind me to never court a Primal."" I feel like if you ever court a Primal, you won't still feel that way." Originally Posted by Half Tangible [They're hosting a what.] They'd had to borrow ships from the Kingdom, of course, but the trip would be worth it. Hopefully. The Truserchen and the Imperium had a somewhat troubled history, but they had patched things up, in part through Nigeria. For the competitors and entourages of Prius, the Truserchen people turned out to be a very mixed bag. They were attractive, in a short, dusky, flexible sort of way. Their libertine attitudes and intense curiosity made them eager and energetic companions. With no formal commitment between people beyond what was necessary to raise children being the norm, It was a single’s paradise. Shopping was an interesting experience, and the Primal soon realized that pride in workmanship was the key motivating factor for the craftsman, far more than monetary gain. But beyond that, they were far more studious than adventurous. To them, the regatta was a chance to show off what they knew more than what they could do. The ONISEP considered the Prius Emporium one of the major world players, and one she greatly desired to see improved relations with. A decade ago, Prius was a remote empire on the the side of the world. Now, with the navigation of the Pontiac, they loomed large in her considerations on the future. She directed Socorro “Stalking Lands” Storm rider, Black Tailor to be their personal liaison. Socorro was a 7th Unisex from the Phyloxgrew Bestrewn. One of the first of the new children who had never known the Time of Isolation, he was far more cosmopolitan than others at his elevated level. He even spoke trade tongue with the barbaric and impersonal pronouns so many others used. After introducing himself he informed the Custodian,“I have arranged for Ice berry Manor to be available for your use. It has sufficient space for entertaining as well as private conferences, should you need them. I also will answer any questions you may have of our people or lands. Being separated by half a world, things may seem strange here.” He tried to smile Spoiler: Socorro Hide Spoiler: Nigeria Hide Originally Posted by Brutus Earl Tristan Brinjal stood on the rails of a large Nigerian Carrack, staring at the passing Serrano coast, a small smile crossing his face. Many a sibling has grown up jealous of the attractiveness of their brothers and sisters, envious that such fortune smiled upon their kin, yet neglected them. Tristan was not so afflicted. Sure, his elder brother was a man of nearly immaculate complexion, but Tristan himself was hardly hard on the eyes. Though the gifts of Arboreal blood had not so greatly manifested, the large half bred was as handsome, if not more so, than his father. The large Nigerian was of paler skin, still tanned, with jet black hair and his father's emerald eyes. While his brother and sister were lithe and athletic in build like the nymphs, the younger Tristan was build like his grandfather, the late Earl of Carnation, barrel chested with large corded muscles. He stood well over six foot, a giant even among the tall Nigerians, striking an impressive figure. Captain Va's paused beside the young noble. "Ever been to Gran Figardenum?" "No, don't believe I have." "Just don't let any Bestrewn know you're a half bred and you'll be fine. Otherwise, they try to 'study' you." "Where's my brother?" "Where do you think?" "Remind me to never court a Primal." "I feel like if you ever court a Primal, you won't still feel that way." "There's no need to be jealous of him, dears." A woman's voice teased." Go to Prius, and you'll both get to drown in pretty girls." Riyle had occasionally taken to wearing dresses, but this day she wore her red moon silver armor. She had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and her red hair fell down to the small of her back." Don't worry, your brother's just a little... tired. He'll be up again soon." Spoiler: Truserchen Hide Originally Posted by Lt_Jürgen For the competitors and entourages of Prius, the Truserchen people turned out to be a very mixed bag. They were attractive, in a short, dusky, flexible sort of way. Their libertine attitudes and intense curiosity made them eager and energetic companions. With no formal commitment between people beyond what was necessary to raise children being the norm, It was a single’s paradise. Shopping was an interesting experience, and the Primal soon realized that pride in workmanship was the key motivating factor for the craftsman, far more than monetary gain. But beyond that, they were far more studious than adventurous. To them, the regatta was a chance to show off what they knew more than what they could do. The ONISEP considered the Prius Emporium one of the major world players, and one she greatly desired to see improved relations with. A decade ago, Prius was a remote empire on the the side of the world. Now, with the navigation of the Pontiac, they loomed large in her considerations on the future. She directed Socorro “Stalking Lands” Storm rider, Black Tailor to be their personal liaison. Socorro was a 7th Unisex from the Phyloxgrew Bestrewn. One of the first of the new children who had never known the Time of Isolation, he was far more cosmopolitan than others at his elevated level. He even spoke trade tongue with the barbaric and impersonal pronouns so many others used. After introducing himself he informed the Custodian, “I have arranged for Ice berry Manor to be available for your use. It has sufficient space for entertaining as well as private conferences, should you need them. I also will answer any questions you may have of our people or lands. Being separated by half a world, things may seem strange here.” He tried to smile Spoiler: Socorro Hide El dice nodded, then pointed behind her to the high princess and the high queen." I will begin setting up guard rotations, but please direct all non-security inquiries to my charges." High Queen Hernia stepped forward. She was infamous for her scarred visage, and always wore the concealing black cloak of the Saturn clans. Her hair was red, but beginning to gray. Next to her ways Brinjal, former Archduke of Nigeria. On her other side stood High Princess Crud ice. She had ruby red skin and horns that marked her heritage as a reincarnation of Kan, with midnight black eyes. She was bald and wore green armor made of moon silver, but had a cold blood alloy hammer belted to her side. In short, the man was greeting a demon and a scarred old woman, the former of which was wearing armor andbothof who were from a matriarchal culture of warriors. Not a good day. Said scarred woman smiled at him." Thank you, that would be lovely. It's been a long trip." The Duke did not enjoy traveling with Lady Label or the Autumn Matrons selected by his successor Lady Less. The Summer Consort struck him as a manipulator but not one who did such things for enjoyment and entertainment as it was proper but for self-interest and elevation of herself above others. Thankfully she seemed to carry a degree of distaste for the Duke as well and traveled upon a separate ship than that which the Duke claimed as his own despite the protestations of the accompanying Matron. The Matrons for their part only irritated him in their divisiveness of his capability and their disturbing loyalty to the newly coroneted Lady Autumn. He suspected it was for that loyalty that they had been chosen for this mission but since Less had returned to Air Amber he had found the once charming woman twisted into a conniving and power hungry soul eerily familiar to the Summer Consort. He had heard the rumors of course, that Less and Label had become bedfellows not only politically but literally, though he had put little clout in the lewd rumor mongering of the baser Elder until he had actually seen the changes in his former ally. Furthermore, he regretted arranging support for Less among the more disenfranchised members of the Court who had supported him for his policies which reminded many of his mentor Cycle's tenure as Lady Autumn those decades now past. Now it seemed the western court was set to explode and take the other three courts with it. For his part he was thankful that he might wait out the disruption of the Rose Contract in the relaxing atmosphere of Surveys' new spa. At least, he would claim preference to such a position. In truth, he had leapt upon the chance to join the Matron expedition to Season and had conned and twisted truths to garner passage northeast of his remote resort. He had not before traveled east of the Praetorian Empire and commended the Nigerians for their securing of the straits which allowed Rose ships to even reach the Carding Coast. As they docked at the coast of the strange but knowledgeable Season the Duke scanned the other ships in the hopes of spotting one of Ambrose design. He had heard a terrible assault had befallen his old traveling companion Kyle Hawthorne and while he would dismiss such accusations as laughable he harbored a desire to see the no-longer-young man. He had kept close tabs on Kyle's recovery and was likely one of the first to know outside the man's family of his recovery though he had made no indication to Kyle or his family of his vested interest lest his carefully calculated façade be undercut by signs of, most terrible of terrible things, signs of care. Furthermore, he was hoping he might see his old companion here, having heard that the Second might be sent following the unfortunate incidents related to the Pulling Acreage's blue field. If his fellow worldly rogue didn't show he dreaded what might be a rather oppressive trip kept under the thumb of Label and Less's Matrons. Originally Posted by Half Tangible "There's no need to be jealous of him, dears." A woman's voice teased. "Go to Prius, and you'll both get to drown in pretty girls." Rifle had occasionally taken to wearing dresses, but this day she wore her red moon silver armor. She had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and her red hair fell down to the small of her back. "Don't worry, your brother's just a little... tired. He'll be up again soon." Tristan rolled his eyes at his sister-in-law, before turning to join Va's in beginning the preparations to land. Soon the large vessel had maneuvered its way into the harbor, and after the ship was properly moored, the Nigerian delegation made its way ashore. The Archduke, flanked by his wife and his brother, made his way toward the West Grangardenum. Though never seen in the west or south, the triumvirate of Clan Hold vessels at the Regatta were a common sight to any who sailed the Sea of Storms (and more recently in the straights and bays separating that sea from the ocean to the east); clearly based on Elder design, but modified sufficiently to be easily distinguishable from those used by the Courts – deeper of draft and sturdier of frame to handle the rough waters of the Wrack, they did not dance nearly as nimbly upon the waves. Though their crews were entirely human, a small party of drama stood upon the deck of the lead ship, watching both the waves and the ships brought to them by the Serrano’s invitation.“Look at the size of that one…that’s a Nigerian design, is it not?” The speaker, an auburn haired drama woman dressed in a simple white toga, pointed at the huge Carrack which dwarfed her own vessel.“Simply magnificent!” A much broader, taller drama, dark haired and powerfully built, clad in heavy armor despite the danger of doing so aboard ship, answered with a grunt.“Aye, good for trade, and even better for a naval engagement. Which is why I kept telling Steel eye that we need to put some minds to work on improving our own fleet instead of making do with…”“A perfectly serviceable design. I know, Sager.” Flashing the other drama a smile to take the bite away from the interruption, she leaned against the rail to watch the grand vessel sail into port.“But the Nigerian’s have never offered us anything even remotely resembling a threat, and while there are other powers on the sea, none of those are close enough to launch a proper naval attack.”“Things change, Master Architect.”“That they do, Sager, that they do. So why don’t we go and meet with some Nigerians and try to ensure it’s a change for the better?” Linna Coal thumb, the Master Architect of the Clan Holds, signaled the ship's captain to follow the Nigerian ship into dock. Originally Posted by Half Tangible Said scarred woman smiled at him. "Thank you, that would be lovely. It's been a long trip." Socorro turned and bowed deeply, arms outstretched away from his sides. It was a common gesture among the Truserchen and the Nigerians that indicated subservience and respect. "You honor me, Great Queen. ONISEP Easier has placed me at your service during your time here." It was made clear to him that, as a matriarchy, a subservient man would be expected. He presented each of the three women with their gift pouches." After you have had a chance to review the events and schedule, I will be happy to arrange transportation. Until then, we have a small gazebo in the Western Grand Garden and refreshments waiting." Arriving at a merchant ship - a large vessel adorned with the name flora's Torrent-the Spring Court docks with politeness and grace. The ship itself is seen to by local merchants, bought and renamed specifically for this venture into unfamiliar seas. The captain is a human that seems to be enjoying the idea of being a Gold Stem merchant (perhaps the first) in the far away Carding Coast. It is not, however, Lady Spring who steps off the multi-sailed ship. Instead of the small girl with the sash covering her eyes, and the commanding presence that Lady Spring always seems to have, it is instead a raven haired girl, her sharp ears hidden by a delicate purple silk hood; the garment extends down into a dress of the same color, its sleeves cut short between the elbow and shoulders, and hanging from there are carefully planned ribbons that tie off the ends of the sleeves to allow even more freedom of movement. The dress itself is short, in comparison to the otherwise larger, more regal gowns that Lady Spring normally wears. The purple clothed stranger's eyes, however, are sharp and assessing. And the manner that the other Spring Girls and Boys treat her makes it clear that she is in charge. If there were any doubt, the golden armband she wears glimmers in the sunlight, marking her as - at the least - a high ranking Gold Stem merchant." Lady Blaine -" the captain begins, before stopping himself. From his expression, this hasn't been the first time that he's reminded himself of something, and corrects his gaff, "Best FriendBlayne. The crew of tundra's Torrent awaits your return. Please let us know if we can be of any further assistance here."" Your offer has been noted, captain." Blayne's voice is a whisper on the wind; it has a silent tone to it that seems to carryjustfar enough. With no other word, she departs. The Spring Girls that were around her disperse, each taking a Spring Boy as well. Except for Blaine. Like the sound of her voice, she too is soon a whisper in the wind....though some say they see her later, speaking with people fromPrimusandthe Clan Holds. Spoiler: IOC Hide The Spring Court is here. You are welcome to interact, but please be aware, I may not have IRL time to respond. HT, Geckos, assume our earlier conversations are started and/or completed here. In other words, IOC stuff becomes IC stuff! YAY! If anyone would like to trade with the Rose Demesne, please feel free to send me a PM. Spoiler: Truserchen for some lovin' Hide Originally Posted by Lt_Jürgen Socorro turned and bowed deeply, arms outstretched away from his sides. It was a common gesture among the Truserchen and the Nigerians that indicated subservience and respect. "You honor me, Great Queen. ONISEP Easier has placed me at your service during your time here." It was made clear to him that, as a matriarchy, a subservient man would be expected. He presented each of the three women with their gift pouches. "After you have had a chance to review the events and schedule, I will be happy to arrange transportation. Until then, we have a small gazebo in the Western Grand Garden and refreshments waiting." A hand grasped his chin and brought his eyes up to look into midnight black pools deep in ruby skin. The heir to the Primal throne looked for all the world like a demon of myth, bald with a pair of slightly curved horns. And her gaze was... hungry." Our service?" Crudice repeated teasingly, as she began to pet his hair." Are you certain of that, boy~?" Phelnia's mouth twitched." Be gentle."... Perhaps Morocco beentoosubservient. Spoiler: Spring Girl power Hide Originally Posted by Gungy Arriving at a merchant ship - a large vessel adorned with the name of Ultra's Torrent - the Spring Court docks with politeness and grace. The ship itself is seen to by local merchants, bought and renamed specifically for this venture into unfamiliar seas. The captain is a human that seems to be enjoying the idea of being a Gold Stem merchant (perhaps the first) in the far away Carding Coast. It is not, however, Lady Spring who steps off the multi-sailed ship. Instead of the small girl with the sash covering her eyes, and the commanding presence that Lady Spring always seems to have, it is instead a raven haired girl, her sharp ears hidden by a delicate purple silk hood; the garment extends down into a dress of the same color, its sleeves cut short between the elbow and shoulders, and hanging from there are carefully planned ribbons that tie off the ends of the sleeves to allow even more freedom of movement. The dress itself is short, in comparison to the otherwise larger, more regal gowns that Lady Spring normally wears. The purple clothed stranger's eyes, however, are sharp and assessing. And the manner that the other Spring Girls and Boys treat her makes it clear that she is in charge. If there were any doubt, the golden armband she wears glimmers in the sunlight, marking her as - at the least - a high ranking Gold Stem merchant. "Lady Blaine -" the captain begins, before stopping himself. From his expression, this hasn't been the first time that he's reminded himself of something, and corrects his gaff, "Best Friend Blaine. The crew of the Ultra's Torrent awaits your return. Please let us know if we can be of any further assistance here." "Your offer has been noted, captain." Blaine's voice is a whisper on the wind; it has a silent tone to it that seems to carry just far enough. With no other word, she departs. The Spring Girls that were around her disperse, each taking a Spring Boy as well. Except for Blaine. Like the sound of her voice, she too is soon a whisper in the wind. ...though some say they see her later, speaking with people from Prius and the Clan Holds. Spoiler: IOC Hide The Spring Court is here. You are welcome to interact, but please be aware, I may not have IRL time to respond. HT, Geckos, assume our earlier conversations are started and/or completed here. In other words, IOC stuff becomes IC stuff! YAY! If anyone would like to trade with the Rose Demesne, please feel free to send me a PM. Blaine would not have needed to be a Spring Girl worthy of the title 'Best Friend' to find the Primal delegation. One of their members was a red-skinned demon child and the rest had on armor of a material that on this continent was only possessed by the Empress of Dancers - it's not like they'd be hard to find. They were at a gazebo in the western grand garden, and as Blaine arrived, she'd find several of the Primal princesses (and their servants) partaking in refreshments and carrying on a conversation in their native tongue. Specifically, about how appropriate it was to flirt with foreign dignitaries. Eldice of the Custodial Alta announced Blaine. She was brought to the High Queen and offered wine. Hernia smiled at the Spring Girl."Lt;Always a pleasure to host one of the Spring. Best Friend Blaine, I believe!Sgt;" Originally Posted by Geckos Spoiler: Master Architect Hide Though never seen in the west or south, the triumvirate of Clan Hold vessels at the Regatta were a common sight to any who sailed the Sea of Storms (and more recently in the straights and bays separating that sea from the ocean to the east); clearly based on Elder design, but modified sufficiently to be easily distinguishable from those used by the Courts – deeper of draft and sturdier of frame to handle the rough waters of the Wrack, they did not dance nearly as nimbly upon the waves. Though their crews were entirely human, a small party of drama stood upon the deck of the lead ship, watching both the waves and the ships brought to them by the Serrano’s invitation. “Look at the size of that one…that’s a Nigerian design, is it not?” The speaker, an auburn haired drama woman dressed in a simple white toga, pointed at the huge Carrack which dwarfed her own vessel. “Simply magnificent!” A much broader, taller drama, dark haired and powerfully built, clad in heavy armor despite the danger of doing so aboard ship, answered with a grunt. “Aye, good for trade, and even better for a naval engagement. Which is why I kept telling Steel eye that we need to put some minds to work on improving our own fleet instead of making do with…” “A perfectly serviceable design. I know, Sager.” Flashing the other drama a smile to take the bite away from the interruption, she leaned against the rail to watch the grand vessel sail into port. “But the Nigerian’s have never offered us anything even remotely resembling a threat, and while there are other powers on the sea, none of those are close enough to launch a proper naval attack.” “Things change, Master Architect.” “That they do, Sager, that they do. So why don’t we go and meet with some Nigerians and try to ensure it’s a change for the better?” Linda Coal thumb, the Master Architect of the Clan Holds, signaled the ship's captain to follow the Nigerian ship into dock. As Audacious prepared to make his way to the West Grangardenum, his eyes fell upon a neighboring ship, bearing the flag of Clan holds. His travels in his youth had mostly been limited to the Piling and the Passage, so what Audacious knew of the drama came largely from his father, who had well known the Sea of Storms, and from his correspondence with the Marchnadwr Baird Plutarch, who had once managed much of Nigeria's subterranean ally's trade with the Emporium. That alone spoke volumes, for little exchange happened directly between the two nations. The young lord made his way within sight of the ship. Perhaps this might prove an opportunity to rectify such a situation. Originally Posted by Reggie jam Spoiler Hide The Duke did not enjoy traveling with Lady Label or the Autumn Matrons selected by his successor Lady Less. The Summer Consort struck him as a manipulator but not one who did such things for enjoyment and entertainment as it was proper but for self-interest and elevation of herself above others. Thankfully she seemed to carry a degree of distaste for the Duke as well and traveled upon a separate ship than that which the Duke claimed as his own despite the protestations of the accompanying Matron. The Matrons for their part only irritated him in their divisiveness of his capability and their disturbing loyalty to the newly coroneted Lady Autumn. He suspected it was for that loyalty that they had been chosen for this mission but since Less had returned to Air Amber he had found the once charming woman twisted into a conniving and power hungry soul eerily familiar to the Summer Consort. He had heard the rumors of course, that Less and Label had become bedfellows not only politically but literally, though he had put little clout in the lewd rumor mongering of the baser Elder until he had actually seen the changes in his former ally. Furthermore, he regretted arranging support for Less among the more disenfranchised members of the Court who had supported him for his policies which reminded many of his mentor Cycle's tenure as Lady Autumn those decades now past. Now it seemed the western court was set to explode and take the other three courts with it. For his part he was thankful that he might wait out the disruption of the Rose Contract in the relaxing atmosphere of Surveys' new spa. At least, he would claim preference to such a position. In truth, he had leapt upon the chance to join the Matron expedition to Season and had conned and twisted truths to garner passage northeast of his remote resort. He had not before traveled east of the Praetorian Empire and commended the Nigerians for their securing of the straits which allowed Rose ships to even reach the Carding Coast. As they docked at the coast of the strange but knowledgeable Season the Duke scanned the other ships in the hopes of spotting one of Ambrose design. He had heard a terrible assault had befallen his old traveling companion Kyle Hawthorne and while he would dismiss such accusations as laughable he harbored a desire to see the no-longer-young man. He had kept close tabs on Kyle's recovery and was likely one of the first to know outside the man's family of his recovery though he had made no indication to Kyle or his family of his vested interest lest his carefully calculated façade be undercut by signs of, most terrible of terrible things, signs of care. Furthermore, he was hoping he might see his old companion here, having heard that the Second might be sent following the unfortunate incidents related to the Pulling Acreage's blue field. If his fellow worldly rogue didn't show he dreaded what might be a rather oppressive trip kept under the thumb of Label and Less's Matrons. Kyle and The Juvenile had traveled overland from his home in Ambrose, and hired a merchant vessel the remaining distance to Serrano. The distance through the eastern Belgium holdings being much shorter than circumnavigating the globe west upon the sea would have been, though his shipDarkthornewas known for both its beauty and speed. It had been a gift years ago from the little Duke. Lady Duke, he had mockingly called the imp upon their last meeting. His lips quirked in a brief, lopsided grin at the memory. It seemed that the Duke's stint as Lady regent of Autumn was nearly through and Kyle hoped to find his old friend here. His fingers rubbed the long scars that ran across his ribs unconsciously as he walked, his black cloak covered the deeper scars on his shoulder where the beast had sunk its teeth into his flesh at the Majestic Tournament. Nyle walked alone and with purpose towards the Autumn Elder delegation. He hoped that without retinue, he might pass inconspicuously as an ordinary traveler, though he did not quite fit in with the locals, with his tall height and broad shoulders. Clan tattoos swirled across his visible upper chest beneath his cloak and his mother's piercing blue eyes, which had been warmed by Thalia's smile, glittered icily with intensity as his heightened senses were assaulted by the foreign and exotic smells of a new land and unfamiliar people. He dared not admit to himself within his own mind, but the hope that his old companion, who he knew to be far wiser than his flippant demeanor and young appearance afforded him, might be able to help with his affliction which he had yet to be able to resist come every full moon since the attack. He approached the perimeter of the Autumnal delegation and stopped a respectable distance from the guards to show he meant no hostility. "I am here to see..." His voice trailed off as he realized with amusement that he had been about to ask forth Lady Duke. "The Duke, please." He recovered and awaited patiently, silently praying that the Duke was here. Originally Posted by Half Tangible A hand grasped his chin and brought his eyes up to look into midnight black pools deep in ruby skin. The heir to the Primal throne looked for all the world like a demon of myth, bald with a pair of slightly curved horns. And her gaze was... hungry. "Our service?" Crud ice repeated teasingly, as she began to pet his hair. "Are you certain of that, boy~?" Hernia's mouth twitched. "Be gentle." ... Perhaps Morocco been too subservient. "At the service of your leadership, of course." He demurred. Her offered Crud ice his arm, but his gaze was all too appraising and indiscreet." The Unicity can be puzzling, and I would hate to be seen as too distracted to provide excellent guidance to the High Queen and her post professional Custodian." As they began to walk, he spoke,"I was taught a difficult lesson by the Satyrs of the Jade Havens. There was this lovely faun named Zhou, who had quite the tongue for languages..." Spoiler: Audacious Hide Originally Posted by Brutus As Audacious prepared to make his way to the West Grangardenum, his eyes fell upon a neighboring ship, bearing the flag of Clan holds. His travels in his youth had mostly been limited to the Piling and the Passage, so what Audacious knew of the drama came largely from his father, who had well known the Sea of Storms, and from his correspondence with the Marchnadwr Baird Plutarch, who had once managed much of Nigeria's subterranean ally's trade with the Emporium. That alone spoke volumes, for little exchange happened directly between the two nations. The young lord made his way within sight of the ship. Perhaps this might prove an opportunity to rectify such a situation. A small party of humans and drama descended from their ship, eager to explore the Grangardenum – word of its topiary wonders had reached the Holds only recently, and few had had the opportunity to explore them.“Just a quick look, then we really must try and catch up with the party from the Nigerian vessel…” Interrupted by a tug of a tiny hand on her elbow, Linda followed a pointing finger towards the approaching Audacious.“Well, thank you Malta; that would have been embarrassing!” Picking up the pointer – a very young drama boy, no more than three or four years old – and settling him against an amble hip as she walked to meet the Nigerian lord, Linda absently fussed with his windblown hair, which was a gray-white not seen on any drama before at least their hundredth year. The armed and armored Sager followed a pace behind, his dark eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, alert for any potential threat. As Audacious and Linda’s paths brought them together, the Master Architect offered the Nigerian lord a brilliant smile and partial bow so as not to dislodge the boy seated on her hip.“Goddess’ greetings to you and well met; I had hoped to meet with someone off of the Nigerian vessels we followed into port! I am Linda Coal thumb, of the Clan Holds. My warder here is Fortifier Sager,” she nodded towards the grim faced, armored drama now moving to her side, before once more attempting to straighten the child’s mussed hair, while he stared at Audacious with blue eyes that seem far too bright.“and this is Both. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?” Kushal wasn't sure whether he would have preferred a long sea voyage with all that entailed or the bone-jarring overland journey he had taken to reach the site of the regatta. It seemed ridiculous to travel so far to deal with folk who lived only a few miles offshore, but if that was what was necessary to avert war, then so be it, just as it should be he who undertook this mission. Despite his age, he was still the foremost diplomat in NAND. He walked along in the wake of the Ambrose delegation, his cane tapping on the ground, trailed by a handful of scribes carrying document cases: maps, surveys, and copies of old diplomatic agreements, while the rest of his servants and slaves saw to his baggage and took off to arrange his sleeping quarters. He made for the accommodation of the Autumn Matrons, seeking an audience. Originally Posted by Pepper. Spoiler Hide Kyle and The Duke Kyle had traveled overland from his home in Ambrose, and hired a merchant vessel the remaining distance to Serrano. The distance through the eastern Belgium holdings being much shorter than circumnavigating the globe west upon the sea would have been, though his ship Hawthorne was known for both its beauty and speed. It had been a gift years ago from the little Duke. Lady Duke, he had mockingly called the imp upon their last meeting. His lips quirked in a brief, lopsided grin at the memory. It seemed that the Duke's stint as Lady regent of Autumn was nearly through and Kyle hoped to find his old friend here. His fingers rubbed the long scars that ran across his ribs unconsciously as he walked, his black cloak covered the deeper scars on his shoulder where the beast had sunk its teeth into his flesh at the Majestic Tournament. Kyle walked alone and with purpose towards the Autumn Elder delegation. He hoped that without retinue, he might pass inconspicuously as an ordinary traveler, though he did not quite fit in with the locals, with his tall height and broad shoulders. Clan tattoos swirled across his visible upper chest beneath his cloak and his mother's piercing blue eyes, which had been warmed by Thalia's smile, glittered icily with intensity as his heightened senses were assaulted by the foreign and exotic smells of a new land and unfamiliar people. He dared not admit to himself within his own mind, but the hope that his old companion, who he knew to be far wiser than his flippant demeanor and young appearance afforded him, might be able to help with his affliction which he had yet to be able to resist come every full moon since the attack. He approached the perimeter of the Autumnal delegation and stopped a respectable distance from the guards to show he meant no hostility. "I am here to see..." His voice trailed off as he realized with amusement that he had been about to ask for The Lady Duke. "The Duke, please." He recovered and awaited patiently, silently praying that the Duke was here. The Duke spotted his old companion before he had yet reached the small outpost of Autumn Sappers who were acting as security for the Matrons at this event. He studied Kyle's face from afar, finding it comforting in its familiarity but noting with some disturbance the flickering presence of something new just beneath the surface. His mind churned with possibilities as to what it was that concerned the Prince of Avon lea, and he resolved himself to determine what seemed to be haunting the man's visage. He waited for the Sapper who'd spoken with Kyle to come get him and approached the half-Ambrose prince in a skip-like gait. He smiled comically large as his eyes met Kyle's and threw his arms out to side presenting Kyle as some sort of exotic demonstration intended to impress." Nyle, Prince of Avon lea bent but never broken I see. I'd heard you were mauled nearly to death by some Primal beast, old friend. I'm given to understand the Imperium's women are quite lascivious and tend towards obsession with their paramours. Furthermore, I'd caution you, but it may be too late." Originally Posted by Retired Spoiler Hide Kushal wasn't sure whether he would have preferred a long sea voyage with all that entailed or the bone-jarring overland journey he had taken to reach the site of the regatta. It seemed ridiculous to travel so far to deal with folk who lived only a few miles offshore, but if that was what was necessary to avert war, then so be it, just as it should be he who undertook this mission. Despite his age, he was still the foremost diplomat in NAND. He walked along in the wake of the Ambrose delegation, his cane tapping on the ground, trailed by a handful of scribes carrying document cases: maps, surveys, and copies of old diplomatic agreements, while the rest of his servants and slaves saw to his baggage and took off to arrange his sleeping quarters. He made for the accommodation of the Autumn Matrons, seeking an audience. Kushal was quickly permitted access to the senior-most Matrons as well as the newly inaugurated Lady Label. Food and drink were provided for the aging End diplomat and the assemblage took seats around a lounge-like tent erected while the Matrons awaited housing provision by the Truserchen. A domineering auburn-haired woman addressed the Prince directly regarding the matter at hand." Lord Kushal, the Lady Autumn and me thank you for traveling to meet with us regarding the matters of disagreement relating to the former lands of the Suzerainty. Matters at home in Air Amber consume the Lady and as senior-most Matrons we were directed to this event for additional negotiations to be conducted. I am Lady Nadya, I have been authorized by the Lady to explain and discuss the Autumn Court's, and by extension the whole Demesnes', opinion regarding the issue raised by your Queen. I believe I have an understanding, but it would please me to hear your full issue directly to ensure there is no miscommunication from assumption." Originally Posted by Geckos Spoiler: Master Architect Hide A small party of humans and drama descended from their ship, eager to explore the Grangardenum – word of its topiary wonders had reached the Holds only recently, and few had had the opportunity to explore them. “Just a quick look, then we really must try and catch up with the party from the Nigerian vessel…” Interrupted by a tug of a tiny hand on her elbow, Linda followed a pointing finger towards the approaching Audacious. “Well, thank you Malta; that would have been embarrassing!” Picking up the pointer – a very young drama boy, no more than three or four years old – and settling him against an amble hip as she walked to meet the Nigerian lord, Linda absently fussed with his windblown hair, which was a gray-white not seen on any drama before at least their hundredth year. The armed and armored Sager followed a pace behind, his dark eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, alert for any potential threat. As Audacious and Linda’s paths brought them together, the Master Architect offered the Nigerian lord a brilliant smile and partial bow so as not to dislodge the boy seated on her hip. “Goddess’ greetings to you and well met; I had hoped to meet with someone off of the Nigerian vessels we followed into port! I am Linda Coal thumb, of the Clan Holds. My warder here is Fortifier Sager,” she nodded towards the grim faced, armored drama now moving to her side, before once more attempting to straighten the child’s mussed hair, while he stared at Audacious with blue eyes that seem far too bright. “And this is Both. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?” "Archduke Audacious Titus Bornholm II, at your service, Master Architect." A smile crossed his face, as he returned the bow." May I introduce Tristan Brinjal, my brother and the Earl of Carnation, and the Admiral Gustav Va's, Captain of my personal guard? The beauty is my wife, Princess Rifle of Prius." He shot his wife a sly look." It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Linda Coal thumb. I fear that I have yet to meet any of the Emporium's esteemed rulers in person, so it is a delight to finally put a face to one of the names I so often hear." Might as well roll these before I forget:Event/Nation Nigeria Raft Race 18 Canoe Race 28 Night Sailing Race 20 Cygnets Passage Sailing 46 Exotic Boat Design 11 Exotic Boat Buoyancy 5 Originally Posted by Reggie jam The Duke spotted his old companion before he had yet reached the small outpost of Autumn Sappers who were acting as security for the Matrons at this event. He studied Kyle's face from afar, finding it comforting in its familiarity but noting with some disturbance the flickering presence of something new just beneath the surface. His mind churned with possibilities as to what it was that concerned the Prince of Avon lea, and he resolved himself to determine what seemed to be haunting the man's visage. He waited for the Sapper who'd spoken with Kyle to come get him and approached the half-Ambrose prince in a skip-like gait. He smiled comically large as his eyes met Kyle's and threw his arms out to side presenting Kyle as some sort of exotic demonstration intended to impress. "Kyle, Prince of Avon lea bent but never broken I see. I'd heard you were mauled nearly to death by some Primal beast, old friend. I'm given to understand the Imperium's women are quite lascivious and tend towards obsession with their paramours. Furthermore, I'd caution you, but it may be too late." Kyle's composure broke into an amused grin as he stood confronting the little Duke with his hands on his hips. Though his face was one of glad amusement, his body seemed tense as he gazed upon the Duke with eyes that were no longer wholly his own, but of the beast he could feel coiled beneath his skin as though ever ready to strike. Instinctually, his gaze lifted to the sky, though it was midday, and he always seemed to know the moon phase without looking. "If the Primal women were half as savage as the beast that mauled me, I would have settled down with one ages ago." He spoke in jest, a mocking leer upon his lips." Sadly, the beast was not nearly as fair nor as interested in sex as the average Primal." He tossed his cloak over his left shoulder to reveal the pink and puckered scars the beast's teeth had left in his flesh. Spoiler: Audacious camp; Friends Hide Originally Posted by Brutus "Archduke Audacious Titus Bornholm II, at your service, Master Architect." A smile crossed his face, as he returned the bow. "May I introduce Tristan Brinjal, my brother and the Earl of Carnation, and the Admiral Gustav Va's, Captain of my personal guard? The beauty is my wife, Princess Rifle of Prius." He shot his wife a sly look. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Linda Coal thumb. I fear that I have yet to meet any of the Emporium's esteemed rulers in person, so it is a delight to finally put a face to one of the names I so often hear." Linda greeted each of the Nigerians and the Primal Princess in turn; her open smile turned into a wry grin at Audacious’ last comment. “As much as I respect my predecessor’s accomplishments, diplomatic efforts were not one of them; under his guidance our thoughts were turned ever inward, something that I intend to change. So it would seem I am exceptionally fortunate this day, to meet with the high nobility of not one but two of the great powers to our east!”“I have heard so much about your homelands, Nigeria and Prius both, but only through the filter of reports by merchants and travelers; I would love to hear of them from natives to the land, if you would be willing…perhaps while touring the Grangardenium? The topiary mazes are supposed to be quite cunningly designed.” Spoiler: Event Rolls! Hide Raft Race: [11] Canoe Race: [24] Night Sailing: [22] Cygnets Passage Sailing: [41] Exotic Boat Competition: Design [17] Buoyancy [5] Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Brutus "Archduke Audacious Titus Bornholm II, at your service, Master Architect." A smile crossed his face, as he returned the bow. "May I introduce Tristan Brinjal, my brother and the Earl of Carnation, and the Admiral Gustav Va's, Captain of my personal guard? The beauty is my wife, Princess Rifle of Prius." He shot his wife a sly look. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Linda Coal thumb. I fear that I have yet to meet any of the Emporium's esteemed rulers in person, so it is a delight to finally put a face to one of the names I so often hear." Originally Posted by Geckos Linda greeted each of the Nigerians and the Primal Princess in turn; her open smile turned into a wry grin at Audacious’ last comment. “As much as I respect my predecessor’s accomplishments, diplomatic efforts were not one of them; under his guidance our thoughts were turned ever inward, something that I intend to change. So it would seem I am exceptionally fortunate this day, to meet with the high nobility of not one but two of the great powers to our east!” “I have heard so much about your homelands, Nigeria and Prius both, but only through the filter of reports by merchants and travelers; I would love to hear of them from natives to the land, if you would be willing…perhaps while touring the Grangardenium? The topiary mazes are supposed to be quite cunningly designed.” Spoiler: Event Rolls! Hide Raft Race: [11] Canoe Race: [24] Night Sailing: [22] Cygnets Passage Sailing: [41] Exotic Boat Competition: Design [17] Buoyancy [5] Rifle winked at her husband, slipping her arm around his waist. Flattery would get him everywhere, they both knew. She turned to look Linda in the eye."' Twould be my honor to speak with you of Prius." The Primal princess had no love for the place anymore, but she'd still lived there until she came of age; she certainly knew about it. Originally Posted by Geckos Linda greeted each of the Nigerians and the Primal Princess in turn; her open smile turned into a wry grin at Audacious’ last comment. “As much as I respect my predecessor’s accomplishments, diplomatic efforts were not one of them; under his guidance our thoughts were turned ever inward, something that I intend to change. So it would seem I am exceptionally fortunate this day, to meet with the high nobility of not one but two of the great powers to our east!” “I have heard so much about your homelands, Nigeria and Prius both, but only through the filter of reports by merchants and travelers; I would love to hear of them from natives to the land, if you would be willing…perhaps while touring the Grangardenium? The topiary mazes are supposed to be quite cunningly designed.” Originally Posted by Half Tangible Rifle winked at her husband, slipping her arm around his waist. Flattery would get him everywhere, they both knew. She turned to look Linda in the eye. "'Would be my honor to speak with you of Prius." The Primal princess had no love for the place anymore, but she'd still lived there until she came of age; she certainly knew about it. "I would be delighted to revel you with tales of Nigeria, though I'll admit I know so very little of the Clans holds as well. I fear I've only what tales passed to me from my father's youthful travels and what details I have gleam from letters from Viceroy Baird Plutarch of the Nixon." The Archduke spoke as he walked." The lands of Nigeria, I'll admit are quit varied, as our demesnes stretch from the Turned Peninsula south through the Piling to the lands of Cherie and Tarsus. We rule numerous peoples from the Nymphs of Arboreal, like my mother, to the Many of Lauryn to the Never and the Cherie. Nigeria proper, however, is a land of rolling hills along the shores of the sea. A beautiful country in its own right." Spoiler: Previous... Hide Rifle winked at her husband, slipping her arm around his waist. Flattery would get him everywhere, they both knew. She turned to look Linda in the eye. "'Would be my honor to speak with you of Prius." The Primal princess had no love for the place anymore, but she'd still lived there until she came of age; she certainly knew about it. Originally Posted by Brutus "I would be delighted to revel you with tales of Nigeria, though I'll admit I know so very little of the Clans holds as well. I fear I've only what tales passed to me from my father's youthful travels and what details I have gleam from letters from Viceroy Baird Plutarch of the Nixon." The Archduke spoke as he walked. "The lands of Nigeria, I'll admit are quit varied, as our demesnes stretch from the Turned Peninsula south through the Piling to the lands of Cherie and Tarsus. We rule numerous peoples from the Nymphs of Arboreal, like my mother, to the Many of Lauryn to the Never and the Cherie. Nigeria proper, however, is a land of rolling hills along the shores of the sea. A beautiful country in its own right." A land of many cultures, much like our own then.“I hope to see it with my own eyes one day, as I hope you both will come visit the halls of my people someday soon; such close neighbors as we should not be strangers to each other.” As the group travels, Linda happily trades stories of the Clan Holds and the peoples within, from the Planarian successor states that form the core of the Holds, to those northern lands recently ceded in the formation of Arkham and Walnut. Despite the fact that the Clans had settled in Western Radar well over forty years past, it was clear that she still viewed the wonders of her homeland with the eager eyes and excitement of a wanderer. Spoiler: IOC Hide Anand I am awful at small talk. :P I was hoping to establish the character at this event and make sure I finally had a conversation with my neighbors, but I am hitting a brick wall in ‘what’ to talk about - apologies for the lack of a proper continuance or transition. Originally Posted by Geckos Spoiler: IOC Hide Anand I am awful at small talk. :P I was hoping to establish the character at this event and make sure I finally had a conversation with my neighbors, but I am hitting a brick wall in ‘what’ to talk about - apologies for the lack of a proper continuance or transition. Spoiler: IOC Hide I too am terrible at this, and have been struggling to actually motivate myself to post this round. Small talk aside maybe the subject of the Master Architects vote regarding the Shrouded Lord? Or do we not want to make that too public?

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